#she bit him twice and climbed up his leg he is out of patience

[k-k-armadillo]

she is being killed

#pokemon #submas #baby the sneasel #kkartmadillo #she bit him twice and climbed up his leg he is out of patience

[archivallyfound09]

I Am Good, I’m VERY Good. pt. 3

Usual warnings. This gets a bit into your military history- stick with me.

Don't steal or post people's things as your own-not cool. None of these characters are mine-just borrowing them to advance the plot.

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

Warnings:*insert Cap. America*: Language! Some cursing.

Mission briefings quickly became training simulations, the pilots all attempting to out-do Maverick and his team of bogeys. You sat next to the comms, listening in to their chatter (both with each other and with their own teams). You tapped your pencil, elbow on the desk in front of you, legs crossed and mimicking the tapping of your pencil.

“Where the hell is he?” You heard Phoenix’s voice over the system along with some static. “Hangman, eyes behind me?” She asked.

No answer.

“Hangman?! Do you see Maverick?!” She asked, the frustration and alarm both building in her voice. “Dammit!” she yelled, “he left us out to dry, Bob. Goddammit!” You heard Bob let out a frustrated sigh followed by a high-pitched ringing noise.

“That’s a lock. Phoenix and Bob, you’re down.” If Maverick felt any superiority and joy on shooting down the young hot-shot pilots, he didn’t show it. Threw a slew of curses from the now-done pilots, you heard another voice.

“Gotcha old man,” you could feel the ego oozing from Hangman. You weren’t sure what happened, but suddenly you heard the missile lock followed by a surprising admission. “Dammit Maverick!”

You finished writing that round of notes and commentary, stepping out of the side office in the hangar and saw Bob, Phoenix, and Hangman doing push-ups with Hondo counting, watching the team closely. ‘What happened?’ you mouthed to him. Hondo shrugged and tilted his head towards Maverick, the elder pilot climbing down out of his plane.

“So you got all three, even though I heard Hangman come up in your blind spot?” you quizzed, walking towards him. Maverick smirked at you triumphantly and nodded, adjusting his grip on his helmet.

“These guys don’t know the importance of patience or,” he made sure to stop in front of Hangman, “the importance of sticking with you team and not leaving them out to hang.” He emphasized the last word and looked down at the sweaty and pissed-off pilot. Maverick led you away before Hangman could make a retort.

“I hit the brakes, he throttled forward, weapons lock, game over,” he said, smiling at you, “I’ll keep it short for your reports.” You nodded gratefully and let out a small laugh, heading back to your office. Maverick tapped your doorframe twice and headed back out towards his plane, leaving you to your report.

You looked at the next flight simulation on the agenda: Bradshaw. You sighed, knowing that there were going to be more push-ups in his future. You started jotting notes down about the pre-check with Rooster and Coyote and Yale, nothing out of the ordinary.

The engagement was textbook and almost identical to the earlier flight with Hangman, except Rooster didn’t leave his team. But you knew something was wrong when Rooster and Maverick went silent on the radio. You grabbed the receiver and called.

“Base to Maverick- respond.” Nothing. “Base to Rooster. Base to Coyote.” Nothing initially until you hear Coyote on the system, sounding a bit unsure of himself.

“Yale, how far down did they go?” “Holy shit, holy shit!”

You heard the weapons lock noise echo. You called out to Maverick again on the comms. No response, you looked at the simulation info on the screen in front of you. It dawned on you as soon as you heard Admiral Simpson behind you.

“They broke the hard deck.”

——-

You looked out from your office door and saw Bradley dripping with sweat as he did another set of 200 push-ups. You shook your head and removed a line from your report: broke hard deck.

It didn’t matter that he got a lock on Maverick. The whole engagement was null and void after passing that precipice. You knew the trouble both of them could get in with this break of regulations. Rooster lost, Rooster did push-ups, Rooster would get enough chewing out by Maverick and Hondo- this didn’t need to go up the chain.

You closed your laptop and put some papers back into a folder, placing it in a bottom drawer of your makeshift desk. You grabbed your bag and threw on your aviators, shutting off the single lightbulb from the ceiling above. You stepped out of the office, paying no mind to the pilots seated nearby, all drenched in sweat and clearly angry about the days’ festivities.

“No word of encouragement, Razor?” You froze mid-step, your Air Force callsign being the last thing you expected to hear- especially from the smirking scowl of Hangman. You regained composure as fast as you could, but he saw the slight waver in your eyes.

“Fly better.”

You walked out to your car and put your laptop and bag in the front seat. Climbing in, you put the key in the ignition, but didn’t turn it on. Sweltering in the heat of the car, you sat in silence. It was broken with a sharp bang on the heel of you hand to the steering wheel. ‘Shit!’ You thought. It had only taken them a few days to dig up something on you.

You were hoping that this assignment would just get you out of the office for a bit and you’d actually be able to help with the mission. You had attempted to fly something like this a few years earlier, but a faulty engine and enemy fire brought you down in the middle of the pacific. Your pilot had gone down, leaving you as a CSO (combat systems officer) with no partner.

The crash had traumatized you more than you realized. You couldn’t go up there again. Not in the cockpit. Commercial flights were made bearable only by copious amounts of alcohol and muscle relaxers. Not a safe combo, but it was the only way to get your ass in the air. Having a PTSD damaged flyer in their midst was surely going to bring down the team’s confidence in you, especially Bates and Maverick.

Fuck.

——

Later that night, your phone buzzed with an email from Vice Admiral Simpson:

“Mission Protocol Briefing, 0600 hours.”

You looked at the other recipients and saw .gov address of Rear Admiral Cain. He had been the one to convince the Pentagon to send you. He was the one who pulled you along with Admiral Kazansky- both wanting your expertise even if you were grounded and damaged.

“Fuck.”

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#top gun maverick #rooster #bradley bradshaw #rooster x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #hangman top gun #jake hangman seresin #maverick

[melancholymetropolis]

Skin

Summary:  Business Man Todoroki has been unconsciously neglecting his wife, due to his enormous workload. So, she decides to surprise him at home office.

A/N: Thank you guys for all the love you shared on my first piece! I didn't expect so many people to be so into it! If you want to commission me for a story, click here!

Warnings: This is pure filth with a dash of fluff at the end. Maybe, angst, if you squint. Reader is, also, plus sized! Shoto is a cocky little bastard, but a total simp for his wife. 

Pairings: AgedUp!Todoroki Shoto x Black!Reader

As I grabbed my bonnet off the nightstand, my eyes caught a glimpse of the clock. 12:34 AM. I sighed and looked at the neatly made bed. My husband was supposed to be on the other side, pulling back the sheet and climbing in along with me. But, like most days, he was still in his study, waist-deep in work. Frustrated, I walked to the closet and took a long look at the present I had picked up earlier that day. I was supposed to wear it the following day since he had claimed I would have his undivided attention this weekend. However, my patience had been wearing thin and I was seconds away from throwing myself at him in my birthday suit. Knowing Todoroki, he would’ve found it by the morning anyway and ruined the surprise. 

Before I could change my mind, I stripped out of my oversize cotton shirt and underwear. I threw the items in the hamper and unhooked the lingerie from the hanger. I slipped my legs into the lace cheekies and snapped the garter belt around my waist. After I shimmied into the strapless bustier, I rolled the thigh high stockings onto my legs and clipped the garter belt onto them. I tossed the bonnet on the bed and untied my boxed braids from its messy bun. I slipped my feet in the marabou lined heeled slippers and shrugged on the matching black, silk robe. I rolled on my homemade Love Potion scented oil and fluffed my eyelashes with mascara. I added a little bit of sparkling lip gloss and headed out of the room.

On the way to the study, I had tried to convince myself that what I had done was incredibly stupid and childish. But, I simply debunked that statement with “YOLO” and continued on my journey. The door to the study had been partly ajar. Through the crack, I could see Todoroki typing away on the laptop as if there had been no tomorrow. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open a little more. I knocked twice on the frame and waited for him to look up. He didn’t.

“I promise I am almost done, I just need to type this last statement and I will join you in bed,” his eyes were glued to the computer. “Just five more minutes.”

I looked down at my rose embroidered bustier and back at him. 

Should I just wait until he finished? He did say it wouldn’t be that long.

“Okay, darling?” he quickly shot a look over to me, before resuming his work on the computer. Suddenly, Todoroki stopped typing and stared at me. His mismatch eyes washed over me ever so slowly, taking in every detail. He took his sweet time to meet my eyes again and a smirk fell on his lips. “Lock the door.” 

I stepped into the room and closed the door behind me. I turned the lock to the left and looked back at him. The laptop had disappeared, along with the papers from on top of the desk. Todoroki loosened his tie and pulled it from his neck. He pushed his body away from the desk and leaned back in his swivel chair. 

“Come here,” his voice dropped an octave as his eyes darkened. 

I squared my shoulders and lifted my head. I stared directly at him as I took small steps toward the desk. I brushed my hands along the outside ridge before I walked in between his legs. I scooted my rear on the empty space on the desk. 

The Japanese man closed the distance between us and looked up at me. His fingers glided down the base of my thigh before wrapping around my heeled foot. Todoroki slipped the shoe from my foot and dropped it on the floor. He repeated the action with my other foot. His long fingers kneaded the stocking covered skin on my thigh. 

“I don't know if I should be pleased by this action or angered by it," his smooth voice dressed my ears. 

Todoroki had a way to speak with such authority and pose that it infuriated me. When he wanted to, he could switch on an Alpha persona and command my undivided attention. His voice would get deeper, huskier, and, when he spoke, it sounded as though it vibrated in my earlobes. The feather-like touches on my skin shot electricity through my skin as his gentle humming gave me goosebumps. Todoroki was well aware of how sexually attracted I was of him and would use these tactics against me. Sometimes even in public. The amount of underwear I ruined because of this was laughable. But he didn’t care since it meant that he would see me in new lingerie every so often. 

“Why would you be angered by this, baby?” I asked shyly.

Todoroki opened my thighs just a tab bit wider and scooted his chair closer. “Because I know—” he undid the knot on the belt of the rob. “I am gonna have to explain—” the silk slipped from my shoulders and fell on the desk. “Why my report is missing—,” Todoroki sat my heels on the arms of his chair and pulled my pelvis to the edge of the desk. “In the morning,” his hand kneaded the soft skin between my thighs. His fingers inched closer to my lace-covered womanhood and his eyes flickered to mine. The Japanese man placed his thumb on the moist area and drew small circles upon it. I took my bottom lip in between my teeth and nibbled on it. The skilled muscle slid to the top of my vulva and found the throbbing, sensitive bud. Todoroki drew bigger circles on that spot and my mouth fell open graciously. 

With a smirk on his lips, he mimicked my facial expression. “There we go. That’s the face I want,” he said as he leaned closer. “You like that, princess?”

“Mhm!” I hummed with a nod. I leaned backward on my hands and let my head fall back. 

Pushing my legs further apart, Todoroki rose from his seat. His lips left hot kisses from my navel and up my bustier. His tongue slid up my cleavage to my collarbones. My husband sucked the skin on the crook of my neck tenderly, before nibbling the skin on my neck. The bites increased until he reached my jaw. With one hand still on the sensitive bud, he found my lips. Leaning on my left hand, I laced my fingers in his hair and gave it a slight tug. I opened my mouth, greedily taking his tongue in my mouth. Todoroki flicked his thumb faster. My moans increased to desperate pants. I pulled my lips away and rested my forehead against his. I looked in his eyes as I whimpered under his touch. My legs began to shake slightly as my walls clenched against themselves. The seat of the cheekies was drenched in my arousal and clung to my vulva. My husband moved the digit faster and tingles ran through my body. My toes curled tightly as my pants became louder. I squeezed the root of his hair tighter; I never broke eye contact with him. 

Todoroki smirked deviously and removed his finger from the bud. 

“Why did you stop?” I whined with a frown.

He chuckled and unbuttoned his shirt. “Because if I don’t bury myself in that sweet cunt soon, I’m afraid I'll burst,” Todoroki said as he unbuckled his belt. 

“Well, we wouldn’t want that,” I replied with a tired giggle. 

Todoroki pulled his trousers and boxers down in one go. His member sprang free and bobbed a little. My walls clenched in anticipation. He stepped out of the pants and kicked them to the side. My husband looked down at my clothed core with the same anticipation I had. He unclipped the garter belt from my thigh highs and gripped the edge of underwear. He gently pulled the fabric from my hips and down my legs. Todoroki tossed the panties to the side and placed my legs back in their original position. He rubbed the tip of his member from my bud to my core before sinking himself into me. I inhaled sharply and exhaled with a low moan. The familiar sensation of him stretching my walls was always such a turn on. 

His mouth fell open and a groan poured from his mouth. “Fuck...”

I slowly rocked myself against his hips, hinting that I was ready for him. 

Todoroki started off with deep, long strokes. Savoring every moment of the transaction. Quiet moans left my mouth. The stimulation from earlier still stirring the depths of my being. The pleasure in my body had been reaching its limit and I knew my husband was nowhere near done. 

Bored with that position, Todoroki leaned back just a bit to lift my legs from the desk and rest them on his biceps. He gripped the edge of the surface I was on and began ramming himself into me. The breath in my lungs had gotten stuck in my throat and I forgot to breathe.

“Oh. . .  shit . . .” My mouth formed a large ‘o’ shape and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. 

“There’s the face I want,” he said cockily. 

I leaned back on my hands and threw my head back. “ So. . . good. . .” I grunted as I bucked my hips to meet his.

“Look at my naughty, naughty wife,” Todoroki mused lowly. “Desperately. . . ready to become undone.”

“Ugh~~~,” tingles began to flood my body. Stars flashed behind my eyelids as my legs began to shake again yet again.

Todoroki lifted my legs higher until they reached his shoulders. He continued his steady, but deep pace. His long, ebony locks began to cling to his forehead. Eyes drilling holes into my body. Todoroki slid his hands along the desk and gripped the edge near my shoulders. His member pushed deeper into my, brushing my cervix tenderly. My back slowly fell against the desk, and, to avoid an injury, Todoroki supported my neck with his hand. With hooded eyes, I looked up at him.

“I love you . . . so much,” I whispered as my toes curled tightly.

“I know,” he said with a wide smile. “I love you, too.”

The tingling stopped and a chill ran through my body. My back arched into his abdomen as my eyes rolled back. My mouth stretched open and hips pulsed against his. My nails dug into the wood of the desk. An elongated groan left my lips and I saw white. Todoroki continued to stroke in and out of the smooth canal, chasing his own finish. That actually, ultimately, further stimulated the sensitive area and elongated my climax. 

"Oh. . . My. . . GOD!" The whimper increased to high pitched shrieks. 

Todoroki drops one of my legs from his shoulder and hooks it around his waist. He tucked his arm through space my arched back made against the desk. He lifted my back from the surface, digging the bones from the bustier into my back. With my lifted leg in the air, I used my right hand to grip his shoulder as I lean forward, My left hamstring tingled a little at the position, but I pushed through it. 

“Thank God for Yoga,” he said with a smirk.

“Oh shut up— shit!” Todoroki resumed his deadly rhythm in the middle of my sentence. 

“Mhm, that’s what I thought,” he replied between pants.

The potency of that new position had been lethal; each stroke caused his abdomen to briefly brush against my sensitive bud. The overstimulation caused my legs to shake violently, after a short while. A build-up of pressure found its way in my lower belly and gave off a warm sensation. I dug my nails into my husband’s shoulder and threw my head back. Incoherent words left my tongue, as water gushed from my core and onto the silk garment beneath me. Todoroki’ stroke came to an abrupt pause and a silent scream left his lips. With closed eyes, he gripped the edge of the desk tightly and pushed himself in me one more time before oozing into me. He caught his breath and ran a hand through his hair. A shallow laugh left his mouth as he pried his eyes open. Todoroki lowered my leg from his shoulder and rested a hand on my neck. Thumb on my cheek, my husband lowered his mouth to mine and gave me a passionate kiss.

I hooked my arms underneath his and placed my fingers in his hair. With his other hand flat against my lower back, he arched my body into his and deepened the kiss. He moaned against my lips.

I pulled away from the embrace and chuckled, “You never took off the bustier.”

“I didn’t want to break it,” he gave my lips a small peck. “I actually liked this one.”

“Oh. really?” I said with a raised eyebrow. “You didn’t like the pink one?”

“I mean, it was nice,” Todoroki kissed along my jawline. “But, it is something about you in black. It does things to me.” He nipped the sweet spot on my neck and a shiver ran down my spine.

“Noted,” I replied with a groan. 

“But, it really doesn’t matter what you wear,” Todoroki kissed his way up my neck and raised his head to meet my eyes, “You could wear a garbage bag and I’d still rise for you.”

“Garbage bags are black, honey,” I concluded with a cheerful glint in my eyes.

“Oh, you’re right,” Todoroki said with a laugh. After a few seconds, he paused his laughter. “I just remembered. . . I have a surprise for you, too.”

“You know I hate surprises,” I groaned. 

“But, you’re gonna like this one,” Todoroki untangled our limbs and pulled away from me. He reached into a drawer and pulled out two pieces of paper. He handed them to me. 

“Plane tickets to. . . the Netherlands,” I read aloud. 

“A two-week romantic getaway,” he declared with a nod. “I have been promising you quality time for a while now, so I decided to take off of work for a little while.”

“Looks like I gotta buy some more lingerie, huh?” I questioned with a grin.

“A whole lot more,” my husband said before pulling me in for another kiss.

#mha #bnha smut #bnha #mha smut #shoto torodoki #todoroki x you #todorki x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #chubby reader #plus size reader #black reader #todoroki shouto #todoroki smut #todoroki x poc!reader #todoroki x oc #todoroki x chubby reader #bnha x reader #bnha x chubby reader #female worship #simp #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #aged up characters

[frostedfaves]

Oasis

Masterlist

Pairing: dom!Natasha Romanoff x sub!fem!reader

Summary: Natasha promised you relief later, but you’d never been one to have patience.

Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY!!!), dom/sub, daddy kink, penetration, fingering, sex toy use, public(ish) sex, hair pulling

A/N: this didn’t turn out as long as I wanted it to be, but it did inspire a (possible) series for the future. no promises that it’ll happen anytime soon though haha. anyway, please don’t be afraid to tell me your thoughts on this!

-

Natasha should’ve known you’d cause a problem today, from the moment she woke up to the sight of you, naked and straddling her waist with a smile.

“What are you doing?” she questioned with a sleepy mumble, rubbing her eyes and ignoring the way your hands slowly slid past her barely covered breasts to rest on her shoulders.

“I thought you might appreciate the view.”

“I do.”

Despite the confirmation, she pushed you away so she could climb out of bed, causing you to flop down on your side of the bed with a frustrated huff. A pout formed on your lips as you scrambled across the mattress, locking both hands around her wrist before she could head off to the bathroom.

“I wanna play.”

“I’m aware, baby, but Daddy’s very busy this morning.” She leaned down to kiss your forehead gently and briefly. “Give me a few hours without trouble, and I’ll play with you, okay?”

“Can I at least join you in the shower?”

“Only if you behave,” she sighed, her frown shifting to an amused grin when you hopped off the bed and skipped past her into the bathroom.

After the surprisingly uneventful shower, Natasha ate toast with you in the kitchen of her private floor and departed with a lengthy kiss, smiling as you waved adorably until the elevator doors closed. She hoped it was a sign that you were being good today, but part of her knew better.

-

“Hey,” Steve greeted Natasha as she approached him on the ground floor. “How’s the wife?”

“Anxiously awaiting my return to our floor, as am I. Why can’t we just give them a map of the tower or something, or have JARVIS tell them where to go?”

“You know Stark,” Steve responded with a shrug. “What’s the point of having a tower with your name on it if you can’t give people a tour of the thing?”

“Still don’t understand why we have to be there for this,” Natasha grumbled as the main doors were opened, and Tony entered with two individuals following.

“Just the duo I was looking for!” he called with a grin as he approached. “I know you know Sam, but this is Wanda Maximoff. Fury says she’s good with her mind and could help the team out a lot on missions.”

“Hi,” Wanda softly greeted, and Natasha nodded at her in response.

“It’s nice to meet you, Wanda. I’m Steve Rogers.”

“Nice to meet you, Steve,” Wanda accepted his outstretched hand, and Natasha noticed her eyes turn slightly red as she looked into his, the color fading as she faced Natasha, who averted her gaze.

“Save some team bonding for the rest of us,” Tony teased, gesturing for the group to follow as he walked away.

“Is he always like this?” Sam questioned, and Natasha shook her head.

“Oh no, it gets worse.”

-

An hour that felt like three passed as Tony gave the two newest Avengers a tour of their new home, occasionally passing the mic along to Steve and Natasha to explain some SHIELD related things he hadn’t bothered to remember on his own. On the main floor, Natasha was just about ready to find an excuse to duck out when the elevator doors opened and you stepped out, your t-shirt and sweatpants traded for a dress that stopped above your knees.

“What’s going on here?” you questioned innocently, ignoring Natasha’s gaze on the flowy skirt of your outfit that exposed part of your upper thighs as you walked toward the group.

“You’re just in time to meet your new neighbors, Mrs. Widow,” Tony greeted you, introducing you to Wanda and Sam while you actively avoided meeting Natasha’s narrowed eyes.

“What are you doing?” she asked through a clenched jaw once the group’s attention was elsewhere, following you into the kitchen.

“I was just going to head out for a bit to get some fresh air.” Your sweet smile suddenly shifted into something that Natasha knew all too well. “But first, I think I’ll get your new teammates something to drink.”

You turned and opened the fridge door, bending down to do the one thing you knew would make her snap, showing off your obvious lack of underwear. Her hand was around your arm in seconds, dragging you out of the kitchen and into the nearest bathroom. You hopped onto the counter while she locked the door, seeming not at all fazed at the boiling pot of anger evident in her expression.

“You think you’re so fucking funny, don’t you?”

Her middle and ring fingers were in your mouth before you could respond, and you ran your tongue over them, biting down a bit as she pulled away and giggling as she forced your legs open.

“You’re wasting your time,” you gasped out as she pushed her fingers into you. “I’ve been ready for you since this morning.”

“Oh, you’re ready, are you?”

You nodded eagerly, your giddy grin shifting to a confused frown as she pulled away and reached for her belt buckle instead. Your eyes widened as she maneuvered the strap that she’d tied to her leg out into the open, her dry hand lifting your chin to force you to meet her gaze.

“When did you--?”

“You forget I’m always one step ahead of you.” She pulled you off the counter roughly and turned you around, pushing your dress up until only your breasts were covered. “You get too loud and you’ll pay for it later.”

A shaky groan fell past your lips as she slipped the toy into your wet folds, steadily rocking her hips against yours until you seemed to adjust to the length. Your hand flew up to cover your mouth as she slammed into you once, twice, and a third time until she was suddenly pounding into you too fast for you to count each thrust.

“What’s the matter?” she cooed with fake concern over your muffled moans. “I thought you wanted to get fucked. You can’t handle me, can you baby?”

Your hand fell onto the counter as she grabbed your hair, pulling you up just enough to see yourself in the mirror. Sounds of pleasure escaped you at the sight of Natasha controlling you, a squeak slipping into the midst of it all when her free hand left your hip for a moment to slap your ass.

“You like watching Daddy fuck you like this don’t you? I bet you want Wanda and Sam to hear you, don’t you? Want them to hear you weak for me like this?”

“No, Daddy!” you choked out, your eyes closing as pressure began to build in your core.

“Natasha?”

You scrambled to stuff the fabric of your dress in your mouth as heavy footsteps came down the hall, fearing Natasha wouldn’t let you cum if you disobeyed her.

“Natasha, you in there?”

“Yeah, Steve. What’s up?” She dug her hand into your hip as she tugged on your hair a little harder, smirking at you in the mirror when your eyes opened again and moving her finger to her lips.

“We’re having a quick meeting in about ten minutes to introduce Sam and Wanda to the others and go over a few things.”

“Sounds good,” she replied as she shifted to start circling her fingers around your clit, chuckling at the way you began to shake in her hold. “I’ll meet you down there.”

The two of you waited in forced silence as Steve’s footsteps echoed down the hallway again, Natasha’s chuckles growing louder while you held your breath, willing your body not to give into release before you were given permission. Just when you thought you couldn’t hold on any longer, she leaned in to nibble on your lobe and--

“Make a mess, baby.”

Your vision blurred and your legs turned to jelly as you reached your limit, the skirt of your dress falling onto the counter again as you screamed out a final moan that turned into a mix of whimpers and groans. Natasha slowed her thrusts as she worked you through your orgasm, eventually pulling out and keeping a firm grip on your waist as she guided you to sit on the toilet. She quickly undid the strap of the toy while you attempted to catch your breath, biting her lip at the sight of your wet thighs.

“Get the handcuffs out and wait on the bed,” she ordered as she tossed the soaked length into your lap and zipped her pants, walking over to the door with a smirk. “And keep that pretty little dress on.”

-

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[queenshelby]

Roommates – Part Twelve

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Words: 3,534

Warning: Angst, Pregnancy, Smut

Note: This plays in 2020. It’s all fiction and not based on Cillian’s real life and family. 

When you read through Laura’s text messages, you weren’t sure what to make of it. Did she lie about the pregnancy, you wondered? You couldn’t be sure with the little evidence you had and, therefore, decided not approach this issue with Cillian just yet.

You wanted to find out more and then talk to Laura first before you jumped to any conclusions and you knew that this difficult quest had to wait until tomorrow.

Tonight, you wanted to enjoy the time with your sister who you hadn’t seen in person for quite some time and, whilst you were happy that she has visited you, you wouldn’t have minded some alone time with Cillian either.

Strangely, when Cillian was away in the UK, you missed him and it wasn’t only the sex you missed. It was his entire presence and simply curling up in his arms in the middle of the night.

You were no longer sleeping in separate bedrooms and the thought of sleeping on your own tonight while Cillian was upstairs bothered you. You knew that it shouldn’t. After all, you were just friends with some benefits, or were you something else?

***

At around midnight, after lots of laughter and conversation and several glasses of wine, your sister decided that it was time for bed and Cillian had already disappeared twenty minutes before she did.

She was staying in one of the guest rooms upstairs and you were grateful that Cillian had a large house so that each of you had your own space.

Craving more intimacy, when you went to your bedroom, you texted Cillian to see whether he was still up and, of course, he was. As usual, he was reading a book before going to sleep but reading wasn’t what you were interested in that night after he had just been away for three nights.

Without responding to his text message in which he informed you that he was still awake, you tippy toed upstairs, wearing nothing but your panties and a t-shirt.

When you stepped into his bedroom quietly without bothering to knock, your eyes immediately locked with him as he sat there on his bed reading in the dim lighted room.

‘What are you doing here? Your sister is in the next room’ Cillian reminded you but, instead of responding to his comment, you yanked off your t-shirt and climbed onto the bed with him.

‘I don’t care…despite, it’s my birthday’ you eventually informed him as your heart fluttered with anticipation of what was to come.

Your hands rubbed slowly across your body to perk his interest, but your own subtle contact with your breasts and clit through your lingerie aroused you as well.

‘How can I say no to you when you do this, hmm?’ Cillian asked, putting down his reading glasses and book as he starred at you in awe at those irresistible beasts.

You wanted him and you craved him, more than you had wanted and craved anyone before. With your eyes locked on his, you eased forward towards him, kissed him and bit him lustfully on the lips. His taste and smell were as intoxicating as usual.

‘Will you be a good girl and be really quiet for me?’ Cillian asked and you nodded

You reached for the edge of his shirt, eased it up slightly and kissed his torso and abs. His light complexion contrasted against your slightly darker skin and it heightened your arousal even more. There was something about his freckled skin you adored and considered incredibly sexy.

You finished taking off his shirt, rubbing your hands across his pecs and biceps, pleading without using words to be taken by him and made into the object of his affection.

‘You are beautiful’ Cillian said before he kissing you gently and you were surprised to hear this coming from him. It was the first time he had said anything like this to you. Perhaps it was the alcohol talking.

You felt yourself getting wet again as he ran his hand down the side of your face, then to your neck, down your ribs and across your breasts. His touch felt amazing and after rolling around on the bed together, sharing passionate kisses, you found yourself sitting on the edge of his king-size bed.

‘I am aching for you Cillian’ you huffed out as you grabbed hold of his briefs and, luckily for you, there's not much material blocking your access to his goods. His cock flops out of his briefs in an instant and was already rock hard and ready for you.

‘I am always fucking aching for you as you can probably tell’ Cillian chuckled, looking down on himself as the saliva in your mouth began to increase. You loved sucking him, taking him into your mouth and making him moan.

‘In fact, I never had sex quite as good as with you Y/N. You drive me fucking crazy’ Cillian then admitted and, with a sly, sexy grin, you eagerly slid both of your hands around his shaft and began to slowly thrust and shuffle back and forth.

‘Oh common Cilly, you had a fair few women in your life’ you said, your eyes locked on his.

‘Just a few, but none like you’ he then said just as you eased your tongue and lips forward.

A loud groan soon followed what he had said as you seductively kissed and licked your way up his long member from the base to the head. When you reached the pinnacle, you swirled it around with your tongue and sealed your lips around it.

‘God you are so fucking good at this’ Cillian groaned as, after just several small repetitions down his cock, you've taken him all the way into the back of your throat. You gagged a little but kept going, despite your eyes watering and saliva overflowing out of your mouth. The extreme wetness just made it a more pleasurable experience for the both of you.

‘That’s it, all take it all the way, fuck’ Cillian groaned again as you eased off the bed and dropped to your knees in front of him to get a better angle for his deep penetration.

‘So fucking sexy, with your pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock’ he observed as, eventually, Cillian grabbed the back of your head and held you down on him deeper and longer with each thrust into your pretty little mouth.

You were dripping wet by now, enjoying when he talked to you like this and became all dominant over you and, after what seems like half an hour of sucking his cock, he grabbed you by your lower jaw, lifted you up off the floor and softly lay you face up on the bed.

‘Now let’s see how wet you are for me’ Cillian smirked as he reached out and slid his hands across your legs to just below your pussy, then back down again slowly. Then, he slid his nose and tongue across your soaked glistening thong and proceeded up your stomach.

‘Don’t you tease me again like this Cillian’ you huffed out before you got lost in his attention to detail, the feel of his tongue and lips on your skin.

‘Patience Love, patience’ he smirked as he eased up to your neck, licking and kissing slowly up to and inside your ears.

‘Cillian, please I need you’ you whispered as you leaned into him and moaned desperately. He then kissed you passionately on the lips for what seemed like an eternity, your tongues intertwined in an oral sex dance.

With his eyes locked on yours, he eased back down and massaged your breasts in such an erotic way that your heart skipped a beat. His tongue, wet kisses and love bites on your engorged tits added to an even higher arousal. Clearly, he knew how to work his lips and tongue in the most intimate and passionate way.

‘You smell so good Y/N, so damn sweet’ Cillian whispered as he neared your sweet spot and licked you clean around the edges of your drenched thong.

‘Oh god Cillian’ you moaned a little too loudly as his tongue slipped to your inner thighs near your pussy, and he licked and kissed every inch.

‘Ssh’ Cillian reminded you as his fingers slid beneath the edges of your thin garment and he began to slide it off.

‘I love licking your sweet little pussy Y/N’ he smiled as he saw your swollen clit awaiting the arrival of his sinister tongue.

You raised your back off the bed, rare your head back and let out a submissive moan as he made initial contact with your lips, licking and swallowing your sexual juices. He methodically worked his way up and down, kissing and licking, ending each repetition by annihilating your clit in a series of targeted assaults.

‘Oh my god Cillian, fuck, yes, right there’ you basically screamed as soon as you were coming on his tongue, convulsing at the rock-hard orgasm that he just sent through your body. This happened over and over and, by the time he was done, you were already exhausted.

His oral skills never seemed to amaze you and he fully awakened your inner urge to orgasm over and over again.

‘If your sister didn’t hear you just then, I think she might be deaf’ Cillian chuckled, wiping your juices of his mouth with a satisfied grin.

‘I guess I have some explaining to do tomorrow’ you giggled before you sat up and grabbed his pulsing shaft.

‘Will she keep this to herself?’ Cillian then asked concerned and you nodded before you guided his cock head up to the entrance of your swollen, dripping honey hole, and eased him in to get him started.

‘God, you feel so good. I just love being inside of you’ Cillian groaned as he began his initial push into you.

‘Fuck me Cillian, oh god just fucking take me’ you moaned as he bottomed out in you that first time and your inner muscles latched down around his shaft, moaning in pleasure and amazement of what you're just beginning to experience.

‘You are taking me so well, even after I fucked you twice earlier this evening’ Cillian praised you and the truth was, you were sore, but wanted him nonetheless.

‘You just want it continuously, don’t you? Such a naughty girl’ he the groaned as he continued to thrust deep into your pussy as you leaned back and raised your legs higher, giving him more access to your treasures.

‘I do Cillian, fuck, I always want you to fuck me’ you moaned as you both had developed a rhythm now, and he was able to drive deep into you regularly. You shuddered each time he bottomed out, and your legs locked upward and shook uncontrollably.

‘I can tell Love, so fucking needy and horny all the time. I am one lucky man’ Cillian groaned, running his fingers in between your ass cheeks before he rolled you over on your stomach with the plan to slide up on top of and into you. But unexpected to him, the vixen in you chose to raise up on all fours, practically begging him to take you doggy style.

‘Yes Cillian, oh god fuck yes’ you moaned as he slid back into you and you groaned and almost immediately orgasmed again as he bottoms out at this new angle.

He grabbed a handful of your beautiful hair, twisted it in his hand, and pulled back, arching your head and neck upward. You peered back at him with a wanting grin in acceptance and moaned his name seductively.

‘That’s it, let me take you and fuck you hard’ Cillian groaned as the slapping sound of his torso against your plump, toned ass turned you both on incredibly, and you began to beg him to have his way with you.

‘Just fuck me, I am yours, fucking take me Cillian’ you moaned as he reached up and pushed your head and upper back to the bed. You heartily complied, loving that he wanted to take you face down ass up. He had a clear angle to assault your pussy now, and you're out of your mind horny. You screamed for him over and over to pound you and he loved it.

It was your turn to take the reins now. He stopped thrusting into you as he felt you lean back against him and begin to grind away on his shaft. Your perfect hips and booty moved in an almost hypnotizing motion and it was a visual wonder to him.

You eventually slid off of him, pushed him over on his back and then lowered yourself back down on him. As you bottomed out you were sent into yet another rocking orgasm, causing your eyes to roll back in your head as if in a state of euphoria. The feeling of his cock inside you was simple more than you were able to handle.

‘Jesus Y/N, you are so fucking sexy riding my cock like this’ Cillian groaned as you began to ride him like a wild animal, a true woman set loose into sexual freedom.

‘Cillian, fuck you feel so good. I want you so fucking bad’ you moaned as you leaned back at just the right angle and he moaned with excitement. This was your wheelhouse, your position of choice, and coupled with your eyes being locked on your best friend lying beneath you, allowing you to take control, you've somehow found the stamina to screw him like this all night.

‘So fucking beautiful’ Cillian observed in a low grunting voice and you began to feel him getting harder. You knew he was getting close.

He lifted you up a bit, raised his hips and legs and began to thrust hard into your weary pussy. You leaned forward, grabbed onto his chest and he held you tight. What a feeling it was being securely held in the arms of this man you’ve known for so long.

‘Cum inside me Cillian, let me feel it all’ you moaned as you could feel the tightening of his shaft and knew that it was time.

‘Fuck Y/N’ Cillian huffed out with a deep, guttural growl and a deep exhale.

The instinctive twitch of his cock and cinched balls, along with the warm sensation of his juices flooding into your depths brought a big smile and glow to your face.

You could feel buckets of thick, rich cum spurting into you and this sensation sent you over the edge one more time.

You moaned, screamed and shivered all at the same time as you rode out your high. There was something about Cillian cuming inside you which turned you on a lot.

‘Jesus Y/N’ Cillian huffed out, watching you in a trance as your movements slowed down. He was mesmerised by you. ‘I love…’ he huffed out, still breathing heavily but not finishing what all so accidently was about to slip from his lips.

‘You love what?’ you barely managed to ask as you looked at him with wide eyes as he was still inside you.

‘I love being inside you’ he eventually said after collecting his thoughts and easing his cock out of you.

‘And I love when you are’ you giggled as you rolled off of him and lay there in a time of silent reflection and recuperation. You gazed down at the gaping hole spectacle he's left in your pussy and some of him was beginning to ooze back out of you now and you marvel at the volume.

‘I can’t believe there is still that much left after earlier’ you observed, biting your lip just as you slid your fingers through your glistening collective juices and took your fingers to your mouth.

You cleaned them off and then instinctively leaned over and began to clean him orally.

‘Fuck, Y/N, this is going to be a long night if you keep this up’ Cillian chuckled as you caught him off guard, and your mouth massage turned into a satiating blow job, and turned you both back on initially.

But the sensation was more than he could handle after this initial 90-minute marathon with you, and he pulled you off of him. Both of your lips met in an exhaustive, contemplative long kiss until he was ready.

‘I need to be inside you’ Cillian groaned and your eyes widened. You expected to give him head, allow him to relax, but you didn’t expect him to be wanting to go all the way again so quickly.    

‘It’s 2am Cillian’ you huffed out but, before you could protest, you found yourself pinned beneath him.

‘I told you, it will be a long night’ Cillian then smirked and you immediately pulled him in for a kiss wile he entered you once again.

***

It was 8 o’clock in the morning and you were woken by the raddling of the coffee machine which, apparently, your sister had no idea how to use.

The thought of a freshly brewed coffee however excited you and, with Cillian still fast asleep, you untangled from his arms and sneaked downstairs quietly.

‘Well, good morning’ your sister greeted you with a wide grin as she was still trying to work out the coffee machine.

You fell asleep at 4 o’clock and were tired to say the least. Nonetheless, you managed to get the coffee machine going and made both of you a nice cup of coffee.

‘You look extremely tired by which, I must say, I am not really surprised’ your sister then chuckled causing you to simply smile with some embarrassment.

‘Oh Cillian’ she then went on to say, pretending to let out a fake moan in order to tease you and your cheeks immediately began to turn red.

‘Stop it’ you huffed out abut she continued to repeat everything she had heard the night before. Every filthy thing that left your lips and your embarrassment grew with everything she said.

‘You both are so fucking filthy it’s almost disgusting. But then again, I admit that I am a little jealous. I never fucked for four hours straight. Remind me to get earplugs the next time I stay over’ she eventually said after agreeing to no longer mock you about it. But this didn’t mean that she didn’t want to ask you about how you got involved with each other after 12 years.

‘I suppose we are both single, living together in and out of lockdown…you know we both have needs and we trust each other…so why not, right?’ you shuddered along, not making much sense. ‘It just happened. It’s no big deal’ you then quickly added.

‘So, no strings attached?’ your sister then asked and you shook your head.

‘No strings attached and I would appreciate if you could keep this a secret please’ you explained and, of course, your sister agreed.

‘Laura would fucking kill you if she knew, you know that right?’ your sister then said and, just when you were going to ask her something about Laura, Cillian came walking downstairs.

‘Had a good night Cilly?’ your sister asked after he wished you both a happy birthday.

‘It’s alright, you don’t need to answer this. She knows’ you chuckled and, whilst Cillian already assumed this to be the case, he Cillian didn’t show any affection towards you in the presence of your sister.

‘I think the whole neighbourhood does after last night. My neighbour left me a couple of messages on my phone enquiring about your wellbeing’ Cillian said amused and, just as he did, the doorbell rang.

***

‘Good Morning Mrs O’Connell’ Cillian said as his 70 year old neighbour stood in front of his door.

‘I just came over to check if your lovely friend was alright. I thought she may have been hurt last night’ she said, concerned about the sounds and screams she had heard during the night.

‘She is perfectly fine. She just gets carried away sometimes’ Cillian smirked and when the elderly lady looked through the door and saw you and your sister sit in the kitchen, she couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows.

‘Uhm, I didn’t realise that this may have been intentional. I am so sorry’ she said, staring through the door slit again which, this time around, Cillian noticed.

‘Just for the record, this is not what it looks like’ he said somewhat embarrassed but his elderly neighbour simply chuckled and nodded.

‘It’s okay young man, your secret is safe with me’ she said before wishing him a pleasant day.

‘What was this all about?’ you asked as Cillian walked into the kitchen and wished you both a happy birthday.

‘I think Mrs O’Connell thinks we had a threeway last night’ Cillian laughed and your sister couldn’t help but respond with a simple ‘hmm’.

‘Don’t even think about it’ you said harshly, looking at Cillian and your sister.

‘Trust me Y/N, I am not going down this route again and, if your sister is as insatiable as you are, I am not going to be able to handle it’ Cillian said bluntly, causing you both to laugh.

***

The fact that Mrs O’Connell had left Cillian several messages throughout the night prompted you to walk to your room and check your phone as well.

You weren’t surprised to see several text messages already, wishing you a happy birthday and there was one in particular that stuck out to you. 

The text message was from Laura.

‘Happy Birthday from the both of us!’ it said and contained a ultrasound picture.

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[handshakesake]

🔥 FIRST IMPRESSIONS 🔥

YUJI/SUKUNA x READER

PART #3

!!! NSFW !!!

/// WARNINGS: Non con, oral, tag teaming, dirty talk, smutty smut smut (Yuji’s aged up, obv) ///

((Okay so now I can start doing DUALITY and if you guys like this you’re gonna lose your minds for the next phase. Also no shame, I’m a sinner and I know. -claps hands-))

Yuji might have sped just a tad bit to get home, right on your heels up the stairs to the front door, seemingly more comfortable since you hardly reacted to his unfortunate curse. Or maybe it was jealousy, seeing the other touching you during the switch and starting a war with him over a girl. If Sukuna wanted to stir him up, it worked. You could barely get the keys into the doorknob with Yuji’s mouth nibbling at your ear, hands tugging you backwards into his chest, dipping his head to bite at your neck.

“Glad to see you’re f-feeling better…but I can’t...mm, I can’t get the door- ah!” You fumbled over your words when he ran his tongue up the side of your neck, sneaking the keys from your hands and whispering with a suspiciously innocent tone.

“I’ll get it, I’ll take care of anything for you….” As soon as the door was open you two were stumbling frantically inside and Yuji kicked it shut behind him, ripping his tie off with a determined look on his face.

“Oh, I’m sure you would.”

Sore and sleepy, you sat up in bed in the dark and felt for your lover next to you, but he wasn’t there. The bedroom was pitch black, no light from under the bathroom door to indicate he was in there, in fact you couldn’t see anything at all. You could feel the sheets under your fingers and were confused, finding smooth silk in place of the fluffy blankets you and Yuji would nuzzle into most nights.

“Yuji?” You called out, but there was no response, just a painfully eerie silence and the sound of water dripping once or twice. You slowly slid off the bed, but when your feet touched the floor you found liquid an inch or so deep. First assumption was that the apartment flooded, so you scrambled for the light switch in the dark, finding no walls or doors. No furniture. Just more empty blackness. Just when you started to panic, you felt a hand slowly wrap around one of your wrists.

“Yuji?” You could hardly breath as another hand grabbed your side, then another arm hooked firmly around your back so you couldn’t escape.

“Wrong again.” Sukuna’s voice wasn’t playful or lyrical like it’d been in the car earlier that evening, it was a spoken growl, and agitated tone that warned you not to fight him. Warm, liquid verbal impatience.

“Why can’t I see you? And where are we?” Instead of pulling away, you let the arms gather you up and lay you back on the bed haphazardly. The mattress shifted, your body began to react to the fight or flight instinct kicking in, but you wouldn’t escape. He caged you in, climbing on top of you and sitting on your pelvis.

“We are within my domain. You wanna see me? Or are you scared of the dark, little girl?” Sukuna was mocking you, expecting the whole scenario would make you try to run, fight him like predator and prey, but you didn’t.

“If you still think I’m afraid of your form, you’re in for a surprise.” You ran your hands along his where they rested on the bed and kept his body up above yours, triggering flames to flicker around the bed, candles with their melting dripped onto the red liquid floor.

“Naughty thing, aren’t you. Wanting a peek at the big bad curse.” He snickered, lower set of hands trailing over your chest, down your waist and to the hem of the only thing you were wearing, a t- shirt. He tore it away with ease, enjoying the way you shivered. He was in thick white robes, body was so starkly similar to Yuji’s, aside from his eyes, arms and the vicious sneer on his face.

“You’re actually quite breathtaking.” You mumbled, half lidded eyes locked on his lower jaw as he swallowed hard, frowning while he brought his face to yours and the tips of your noses touched. His chest rumbled contemplative, he looked almost softer, a gaze of pity.

“Of course I am, I’m your king. Keep up the praises and I might reward you.” A trill cackle erupted from his throat, but it died down when you reached up and tugged at his robes and whined.

“I can’t praise what I can’t see.” Oh, Yuji must have screwed you a bit senseless, because the subservience was not something he’d seen come so easily.

“Ask me properly, little thing. Address your king correctly and I may have mercy on you.” His wicked smile showed fangs that glittered in the flickering candle light, his tongue teasingly wriggling behind its cage just waiting for a taste. His patience was godly, however, despite how many centuries he’d missed this ritual.

“Handsome, wise king Ryomen, have pity on my poor soul. Spoil me with your visage.” You smirk, dizzy with lust, just slightly noticing the deep red smoke on the air around you, sedating you without your knowledge.

“Such an obedient thing…” Sukuna sighed, but his lips were still curved upward, pride swelling as he let his clothes fall off him, leaving you to stare in awe for a few seconds.

“Little thing, you’re practically drooling. And over someone like me? Tsk tsk, what a shame. Though, it simplifies so much you look at me the way you look at the brat. Maybe I can come to terms with sharing my property.” As he spoke, he flipped you onto your stomach, a hand nestling into your hair to yank your head back and force you to look into his eyes.

“Share? What does Y-Yuji say...about that...” You moan your words while his three free hands find every inch of your body and handle you with a roughness your other lover never dared use.

“Ask him yourself.” Sukuna muttered as he turned your head by your hair and you found yourself staring up at Yuji standing at the foot of the claw foot bed.

“This is pretty lewd. Is it bad I’m a little turned on? Fucking pissed, yeah. But...” Yuji was affected the same way as you by the smoke drifting around, causing the bridge of his nose to be dusted pink with the heat of his blood.

“Shut up, brat! We share the same body, it hardly matters. Now keep her mouth shut too while I have my way.” There was no warning otherwise from Sukuna, a cock entering you with a single languid thrust was its own warning. It hurt, stung and you immediately reached out and grabbed onto Yuji’s waist for stability as the beast behind you set a rapid pace from the start. Your cries were so desperate, it tore at Yuji’s heart, but he felt like his legs would give out if he even moved. Between grunts, Sukuna gave him an order, his three free hands still roaming your form carelessly as he fucked you hard.

“Use-her-mouth! Or I will!” The warning was taken seriously, Yuji clumsily and in a haze pulling his jeans down to free himself, reaching for your hair to find Sukuna’s hand already there. With a half groan, half snicker, Sukuna gave Yuji a little help and pulled your head back more, your mouth already agape with desperate moans. As soon as he was in your mouth, Yuji started making some desperate noises of his own, only dwarfed by the occasional cackled of Sukuna, praising your subservience in the same breath he’d tease the brat.

“You’re such a fun little thing to play with, isn’t the brat lucky I let him borrow you?” He growled, but you couldn’t speak, drool dripping down your chin as Sukuna forced you to fuck Yuji with your mouth, fist in your hair painfully tight.

“You’re borrowing her, fucker! She’s m-my girlfriend!” Yuji stammered, they both picked up their thrusting pace and you clawed at the sheets, climax hitting you with no warning. Then another, lightheaded from the struggle to breath as Yuji got more needy for his own release and pushed deeper into your throat. They came in tandem, agonizingly, and you tried not to choke on the warmth flooding your mouth while the other flowed into your cunt so hot you couldn’t stand it. The broken choked cries you made on Yuji’s cock had the both of them rolling their eyes back, satisfied with themselves.

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[harpyloon]

i’ll catch you

Pairing: Charlie Weasley x fem!Reader

Summary: "Up close, Y/N could see the familiar freckles splattered all over his nose and cheeks. He was towering over her like he always did. She used to be the little second year Hufflepuff always idling by the entrance to the Great Hall hoping to bump into the famous Charlie Weasley. Studying on the Quidditch pitch, watching him behind her textbook, captaining the Gryffindor team. Climbing the beech tree by the lake again and again, hoping Charlie Weasley would somehow walk by once more to offer her a hand..."

☞ Curse Breaker reader x Dragon-tamer Charlie Weasley

Warnings: Fluff, sprinkles of angst, dragons (duh), mentions of a dead animal, mentions of dragon eating dead animal (lol), post-war timeline (although not that important)

WC: 4.5k+ , Part 2 coming soon!

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Beautiful rays of golden sunlight were peaking through the blinders of Y/N's cabin. It was going to be a lovely day with the perfect weather to seek out a bit of adventure, and although she was sure she had countless other affairs to address before kicking off with her assignment the next day, a blathering Bill Weasley was not one of them.

"Are you even listening?" his tone was way beyond impatient. "You know what? Don't answer that. I know for a fact that you never pick up anything I say. Ever."

Y/N rolled her eyes as she busied herself with stuffing her socked feet inside a pair of brown chunky hiking boots. She didn't plan on going very far. Her colleagues were currently lounging in the dining hall about five cabins down, sipping piping hot ciorbă, munching on breakfast toast, and relishing their only foreseeable off day before the start of the big dig tomorrow. Some were even dozing off still, earning as much sleep as they could to compensate for the long nights to come.

It's true what they say about grumpy Curse Breakers. But nobody realized that they just spent too much time with their eyes wide open.

"You know, Bill," Y/N mused, "you always call me the drama queen. What does that make you then?"

The floating head over the fire scoffed, "A concerned superior."

"Well, there's nothing to be concerned about."

"Where are you headed?"

"I'm going for a walk."

"No walks," ordered Bill, his face stern.

"Everyone's out and about today!"

"No walks for you."

Y/N laughed. "Oh yeah?"

Bill sighed. He knew trying to be hard-nosed was futile. "No walks alone at least."

"Are you sure there's no bun in Fleur's oven yet?" Y/N teased. "You're sounding more like a papa bear with each passing day."

She heard a soft melodic laugh within the fire where Bill's head was when suddenly, another floating head appeared right beside his. This time, all blonde and very French

"There iz no bun yet, mon cher. But I think he az been practicing fatherhood with you." Fleur gave Y/N a wink. "I 'eard zer are many 'andsome men in Romania. With a leetle beet of exzploring yo—"

"There will be no exploring," barked Bill, sending his wife a warning glance, which she ignored.

"—you might find someone az adventurous az you are," Fleur beamed, "And very macho."

"Darling," Bill sighed, "is this necessary?"

With a flying kiss to Y/N, Fleur was gone.

Shrugging on a light parka, Y/N gave Bill a knowing look, "You see? Your wife said I could use a macho man."

"Oh please. You're in a Curse Breaker camp."

"Hey, there are loads of macho men here."

"Macho enough for you?"

Y/N wrinkled her nose but ignored the question.

"Well, William," she said, emphasizing Bill's full name, "I, am a Curse Breaker in the middle of the Southern Carpathians." Stuffing her wand through her belt loop, she looked at him with finality. "And I am not passing up this opportunity."

"Remember when they assigned you to Egypt with me and you went on exploring? Your exploring is bad luck, Y/N, and I did not assign you to Romania to bring bad luck."

"Excuse you, the Egypt Goblins loved me."

"Goblins don't love wizards," retorted Bill.

"I think they were particularly fond of me."

"You Reductored an entire bloody Pyramid!"

Y/N was losing her patience. She wanted to sift through the mountains in the morning sunlight. Discover hidden caves and wade through cold springs. She had her breakfast way earlier than everyone else for this sole purpose.

"I promise I'll be good."

"Take Weiss with you."

Y/N glared. "Absolutely not."

"Take someone."

"I'm walking out on you right now. Don't forget to put out my fire."

"Y/N."

"I'll see you later!"

"I have to tell you—"

Without looking back, she waved at Bill and stepped out into the crisp Romanian morning.

The skies were bright and cloudless, the sun slowly rising up east. The Curse Breaker camp in the middle of the Transylvanian Alps was in for a late morning. It was quiet, apart from the whispers of the forest beside them; chirping birds, singing crickets, and the distant sound of a nearby stream.

Trudging up the rough pavement towards the foot of the nearest hill, Y/N felt an ounce of guilt seep through as she marveled at the scenery before her. Bill was the reason she got the Romania assignment. She wasn't half bad a Curse Breaker. From an outsider's perspective, some would even call her brilliant. She's aced all her missions in her first year on the job—way ahead of all the others in her year, and was even able to crackdown a dark magic-infested tomb in an assignment she co-lead in Egypt. She was quick, smart, and as brave as the career entailed.

Only one thing stood between her and a good reputation in Gringotts. Her impulsiveness.

She couldn't help it. Y/N's successes partnered with tragedies—accidents; her brilliance came with sheer will and almost violent haste. The problem is you can't think twice Bill would always say. Not everything is done in a snap, Y/N.

Bill Weasley was the only senior Curse Breaker with enough patience to supervise her. It must have been fate or a miracle that had him in temporary assignment at the London Gringotts when she graduated Hogwarts. If she were received by anyone else, or if he were back in Egypt instead, she didn't think she'd ever make it out into the field. Or worse, last a few months.

"I'll be good," she mumbled to no one in particular. Or maybe she hoped that Bill would hear. She'd floo him again later.

Trekking up the slope with hands snuggled warm inside her faux-fur-lined pockets, Y/N inhaled the fresh earth surrounding her. This was her calling. Nature. Adventure. The unknown. She was fantastic with spells and jinxes and once thought of becoming an Auror—but Aurors spent too much time indoors, on desks, drowning in paperwork and tailing dark wizards. She knew in her heart she wasn't born to enforce the law.

On the opposite side of the hill was a deep gorge between two towering mountains and a long serpentine stream. Elated at the sight, she followed the gentle flow of water over the rocks. Without thinking (because when does she ever), she slipped off her boots and socks, and despite the chilly morning, prepared to wade the ice-cold water. She dipped one toe in for good measure—a pause.

That couldn't be right.

Submerging one whole foot into the water confirmed her confusion. Strange. Almost all waterways in Romania led to the Black Sea, if not the Adriatic. Why was it warm?

This isn't the bathing stream she thought. The senior Curse Breakers back at camp had instructed them of assigned fresher areas where warming charms would be cast. She didn't remember this gorge being part of last night's tour.

Ankles deep in the water, Y/N trailed the soft currents. It was deliciously warm. A deliberate contrast to the icy breeze left by the trail ends of winter. It was supposedly mid-spring, but the winds still gave her the chills.

She took no notice of how far she was going, the water neither rising nor falling. If she were to guess it must've almost been half an hour given by the direction of the sun. The warm water and small pebbles were therapeutic beneath her feet. The walk didn't tire her at all.

Finally, the chasm's end came to view. Heart beating with excitement, she hastened her pace, dampening the legs of her trousers that she attempted to roll up. But just as her feet crossed the lip between the two mountains flanking her, she felt the oddest sensation: it began at the top of her head, traveling down her arms to her toes—as if a big fat raindrop landed on her scalp and entered her body.

She glanced at the clear blue sky. There was no cloud in sight for miles.

And then, it was suddenly very humid.

"What the..." she glanced back through the gorge. Nothing was out of order and nobody was in sight. Looking down at her feet, her surroundings were now as warm as the water she stood on. Her parka felt too thick.

Again, strange.

Trying to shake away her curiousness, Y/N trudged on.

All is well she chanted inside her head. All is well and the wind just blows differently on this side of the alps.

But no matter what she told herself, ripples of unease still disturbed Y/N. She was beginning to sweat and it wasn't just her nerves. The wind didn't blow differently on this side of the mountains because there was no wind. It was dry, dank, and very very warm.

To rattle her nerves even further, the water she was wading on was getting hotter as she went on that she had to leap on land once again. But as soon as her bare soles made contact with the grass, she yelped in pain.

"Merlin—OW."

The earth was burning. As if it bathed in the sun for too long. As if she were in the middle of a dry desert. She knew the feeling, she's been to Egypt. But why the bloody hell would Romanian soil feel this hot? Moreso in the heart of the Southern Carpathians?

Locating a jutted-out slab of rock, Y/N hopped over to sit and gather her bearings, drying her damp feet and staring at her boots and socks. She didn't want to slip them back on. The heat was intense. But it was either the boots or the sizzling soil.

She shrugged off her parka after lacing up her boots and was grateful for her reckless choice of wardrobe this morning. She opted for a ribbed shirt under her jacket—instead of a sweater—in urgent intention to get away from a nagging Bill. Now it served her well. It wasn't as thin as she would have deemed appropriate for the current temperature, but at least her neck and arms could breathe.

Gazing over the expanse of the clearing she emerged in, she suddenly became aware of the lack of green in the area. The grass was almost a withering brown—crunchy and dry. Trees weren't scattered about like the thick oaks all over the Curse Breaker camp; instead, they were clumped, almost systematically, in relatively rectangular patch formations. As if deliberately rooted as such.

Muggles Y/N thought. It was only them who had the peculiar habit of reorganizing nature.

Tying her parka around her waist, she treaded the clearing, the grass crisp beneath her boots, and approached the nearest cluster of trees. She wondered if this were one of the areas they'd be digging up. Senior Curse Breaker Digby Youssif oriented them of specific crackdown areas to look forward to in the next few months. Although almost all wizarding families were well-accounted for in Romania, there were still trifling amounts of intel on hidden vaults under protective spells cast by untraceable ancient tribes.

Y/N loved digging assignments. She was particularly fond of discovery. And if Ancient Runes was Hogwarts' least-loved lesson, she rather enjoyed Professor Babbling's classes. Well, most of the time. It was her pride and joy to have snagged an 'Outstanding' for her O.W.Ls—

Crack!

A sudden gust of wind whipped through the trees ahead of her. On instinct, Y/N drew her wand from her belt loop. Nothing was so dangerous about the wind. But it felt so...

The sound came out of nowhere, she thought it was imagining it. A steady drumming beat. Powerful and humming. An engine? she thought. But that was impossible. They were told that the area was blocked off from muggles for the duration of their stay. She paused in front of a towering ashtree. The sound was growing louder and louder. Nearer. She didn't know why but she was compelled with the need to hide.

Climb.

She felt ridiculous, clambering up an ashtree and settling on its thickest branch. Her superiors back at camp were clear that the mountains were safe, its perimeters were secured for their dig. Curse Breakers always made sure missions wouldn't come across outside interference.

Then why was her heart beating so fast?

The drumming sound was growing nearer. Behind her—above.

Peering at the sky through the leaves, a massive dark figure swooped overhead and landed with an earth-shaking thud on the clearing right in front of her tree.

Y/N felt like she was going to choke on her own spit when a deafening, earsplitting roar echoed through the mountains.

Dragon.

Fully grown, enormous, and vicious-looking, the beast had emerald scales that glinted in the morning sun. Its body was bulky, way stockier compared to the common dragons in textbooks. It had a massive head that seemed even larger than its body, and on it sprouted two long glittering golden horns. Its claws had the same golden color, and it was rearing onto its hind legs, hunching over a figure... chewing...

All the breakfast Y/N had only hours before felt like rising up her throat. An enormous dragon only meters in front of her was chewing on a dead animal, clearly having his own meal. And there she was, perched on an ashtree, ready for dessert.

Don't panic she told herself, but feeling green. She's never faced a dragon on a mission before. They tackled them in her first year on the job—Curse Breakers didn't really need training, the task calling for hands-on work—but never in her life did she ever think she'd have to face a real dragon.

I don't have to face it Y/N thought, I just have to stay here until it flies away, and run back to camp.

Wiggling up to a squat, she eyed the neighboring branch a few feet to her right which was higher up and positioned behind a thicker cluster of leaves. It didn't require a jump, but more of a really careful split; hugging the trunk tightly, she stretched her right foot across, shifting her weight to her right leg, her arms choking the tree trunk in a death grip, legs spread wide midair—

"Scuzati-ma?"

Y/N didn't fall. Thank Merlin she didn't fall. But she lost her momentum in surprise and panic, her left foot sliding from the previous branch, making her push off the trunk in haste, throwing her weight across completely. She grabs a dangling thin branch above her at the last minute, her body tilted towards the forest floor.

A forest floor where a man now stood, peering up at her curiously.

She was breathing hard, her heart thumping erratically, both from the fear of falling and being heard by the dragon so close by.

"Er—esti bine?" the man asked. Y/N saw that he had his arms out as if braced to catch her if she fell. When she didn't answer, the man spoke again, "Ai nevoie de ajutor?"

She blinked down at him. "What?"

He chuckled. She hated it. It hurt her pride. "I said, do you need any help?"

He was loud. Too loud. She righted herself on the branch, pulling to lean back on the trunk behind her. Then risking a peek, she checked on the dragon who was still munching on the dead cow with gusto.

She looked back down to find the man with his eyebrows raised at her, his face painting amusement. It was impossible not to take note of his red mane pulled into a low bun. He looked awfully familiar... and he was going to get them killed.

"Could you," she whispered as loudly as she could, "keep your voice down?"

The man snickered once more, showing no effort of lowering his tone. "Why?"

"Are you blind?" she wanted to strangle him. "There's a bloody dragon!"

The redhead glanced at the scaly beast and heaved out a sigh. "Okay. Yeah, you're right. It's way past breakfast. He's missing nap time."

Y/N looked at him incredulously. He shrugged, "But what can I do? He slept in this morning. Lazy beast." Looking back up, he asked, "Want to meet him?"

He's mental she thought. That had to be it.

But the redhead only laughed. He keeps laughing. He must've noticed the stupefied expression on her face because he simmered. "Give him a minute and you can come down. It's already his fifth haul so he's bound to get dozy and fly back to the nest." He started walking towards the clearing when he paused and turned back, "Although, you can come down now. I promise he won't eat you."

Y/N watched as the man walked up to the feasting dragon—she was peering behind the thick tree trunk, using it as a shield. He's insane. Drawing a wand from a sheath attached to his calf, the man aimed a stunning spell right by the beast's tail.

"Alright, Darius, I think you've had enough," he called. He kept his distance, a good few meters away, but his gait was calm, almost lazy.

The dragon glanced at the man, its fangs bloody. Y/N wanted to grab the redhead and run. But it was a crazy thought, and she was rooted on her spot on the tree branch, frozen in fear.

The man gave a sharp whistle and the dragon grunted, smoke coming out of its nostrils. It ignored him and continued to munch on the cow.

Another stunning spell was aimed right by its claws and the dragon emitted a low growl. Y/N didn't know if she was imagining it but the creature seemed sluggish on its feet, swaying... almost drowsy.

"Off you go," said the man, "up." He sent one more stunning spell right in front of its snout. It was a clear miss, purely intentional.

The dragon heaved a loud angry roar. But instead of diving for the man like she expected, it started flapping its wings, gaining momentum. Y/N held onto the tree trunk tighter so as not to be swayed by the sudden rush of winds the creature was yielding. And then with a strong push off the ground, up it soared, growling low in its throat, and was out of sight.

Y/N's legs felt like jelly slugs, but her arms refused to let go of the tree trunk. What in Merlin's name just happened?

"Y/N."

She gave a short yelp, coughing on her next breath. "Excuse me?"

The man was back, now by the foot of the tree once again. "Come down."

"How do you know my name?" she demanded.

He had a really handsome smile. A really familiar, handsome smile...

"I should be offended," said the man. "Come down." There it was again, that smile. "I'll catch you."

I'll catch you.

I'll catch you....

 "Come on, Y/N, I'll catch you!"

"No you won't!" said Y/N. Her cheeks were wet with tears.

She was perched on the beech tree by the Black lake, her legs dangling above the shallow water. She had attempted to retrieve her Spellman's Syllabry textbook that Cassian Loxias chucked up the branches for fun.

"Yes I will, I promise," consoled Charlie. "I'm a prefect, remember?" he gestured to his badge, "I'll make sure you're safe."

Sniffing up snot that was escaping her nose, she hiccuped softly against the back of her hand. "Our prefect doesn't do that very much."

Charlie chuckled. "I'll make sure to have a word with Professor Sprout about her Hufflepuff prefects."

When he saw the horror on her face, he held up his hands, "It didn't come from you of course. Will you come down now? I swear I'll catch you."

Y/N looked into Charlie Weasley's eyes and saw nothing but pure candor. Biting her lip, she said, "Do cross your heart, or hope to die?"

He traced a cross right above his chest. "Cross my heart, or hope to die."

 "Y/N. Y/N?"

Y/N blinked.

Charlie Weasley. Charlie dragon-tamer Weasley. Charlie the hot brother Weasley—

"Are you still breathing? Do you need me up there?"

Trying to gather her bearings, Y/N extracted herself from her hold on the tree trunk, went down onto a squat, and leaped off, landing on the crunchy grass with a thump.

Charlie raised an eyebrow at her as she dusted her trousers, "I see you don't need catching anymore."

She took in the man before her. "Charlie Weasley."

His grin was dazzling."Caught on, have you?

From up close, Y/N could now see the familiar freckles splattered all over his nose and cheeks. He was towering over her like he always did. She used to be the little second year Hufflepuff always idling by the entrance to the Great Hall hoping to bump into the famous Charlie Weasley. Studying on the Quidditch pitch, watching him behind her textbook, captaining the Gryffindor team. Climbing the beech tree by the lake again and again, hoping Charlie Weasley would somehow walk by once more to offer her a hand...

There were so many things she could've done, seeing him again for the first time after all these years. He was gone as soon as he graduated Hogwarts, flying to Romania to study dragons. Everyone always thought Charlie would be going Quidditch pro, being captain and seeker. He had the build, the skills, and the charm. Hogwarts alone had fan clubs in his name and rumor had it that the Falmouth Falcons were just waiting for him to finish seventh year.

But others didn't see Charlie as Y/N did. They didn't see him hoarding books on care of magical creatures in the library. They didn't notice him sneaking off to Hagrid's on the weekends, taking Fang for walks or feeding the Blast Ended Skrewts in the garden. Nobody paid attention to the copy of Fantastic Beasts And Where to Find Them that Charlie practically glued to his side. Only Y/N did. And now that she thought about it, she didn't like that she knew so much. It made her feel like a creep.

So instead of hugging him in delight like she actually wanted, she took a swipe at his shoulder.

"You git," she hissed. "You scared me to death! How did you do that? I thought taming dragons was impossible."

"It is. Most of the time," Charlie shrugged. "Darius is a Romanian Longhorn. Mostly harmless compared to the others especially when he's full. Not that difficult to send him back to the nest when he can barely stand on his feet."

"Harmless? I could've been dessert!"

Charlie laughed. He was still always laughing. "You look delicious, yes, but I'm not letting Darius have you."

What the fu—Y/N inhaled slowly, cautiously. Then exhaled through her nose. She didn't know how to respond. Seeing him again after so long, without warning or preparation, was messing with her senses

"It's good to see you, Y/N," he said and walked closer. Close enough to tugged at her braid. She didn't know why he did it, but he looked like he just had to. "You look good."

Y/N's heart was beating rapidly once more, but this time, for all the wrong reasons. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

Charlie gazed back into her eyes as if seeing her for the first time.

"Too long."

Again, she didn't know how long it took her to reply, but she cleared her throat, "How—did you know it was me? The first time?"

Charlie's eyes were still roaming all over her face. "No. Not until you spoke."

Y/N must've held a questioning look because he added, "I'll never forget that voice."

He was saying such strange things. Were they strange? Or was it just because he affected her so?

"Then why didn't you say anything?"

"Well, you wouldn't come down, would you? I see you still have a thing for trees."

Y/N rolled her eyes.

"I didn't know the dragon reservation was in the alps," she said. "Do you know we're camping nearby?"

"'Course I do. You lot are beside dragon territory for a reason."

Excitement and fear raised Y/N's nerves. "What are you talking about?"

Charlie bit his lip. "You'll see."

"Are we digging in the reservation?"

He was walking out into the clearing now, beelining back towards the opening of the gorge.

"Charlie!" Y/N jogged to keep up. "Are we?"

He only smiled, "Patience, darling."

Darling. He used to call her that all the time even when they were back in Hogwarts. She always tried to ignore the fluttering feeling her chest made when he used the endearment, reminding herself that he must've used it on everyone else, not just her.

"Why did no one back at camp tell us anything?"

"I probably should've kept my mouth shut," was his only reply. They were crossing the two mountains flanking the stream, and as soon as they cut through the border, Y/N felt the same sensation she did when she went through the clearing. But this time in reverse, it was as if the raindrop was sucked back up.

She glanced up at the mountains. "Did you feel that?"

"Shield spells," explained Charlie. "To keep the muggles out. Temperature charms as well to regulate the reservation climate. Although the dragons do enough of their warming on their own, it's for precaution."

They walked up the stream, tracing back Y/N's previous path.

"Are you bringing me back to camp?" she asked.

"That, and I have to see Digby. Iron out tomorrow's schedule."

"So we are digging inside the reservation," Y/N didn't know if she was more thrilled or afraid.

Charlie glanced at her, "You heard nothing from me."

Studying his features as they strolled, Y/N couldn't help but admire how much Charlie Weasley grew up to be. He's always been lean and strong, especially with being an athlete back at Hogwarts, but now he seemed so much larger than life. Red tendrils were escaping his low bun and framing his chiseled face, there were a few scars on his nose and one under his lip. She shouldn't have been able to see it but she couldn't stop staring. He was big. Stockier than she'd ever seen him; hands wrapped in gauze and rope slung over a hook on his hip.

Charlie Weasley, dragon-tamer.

And he was staring right back at her.

"You have to take me to see more dragons," Y/N breathed. She didn't know where her voice went. It was all airy and she didn't like it. She hoped he would assume it was because of their walk.

Charlie stopped, deep brown eyes boring into her own. He was panting slightly too. Maybe it was the walk.

"Okay," he exhaled. "Promise."

"Cross your heart?" she almost whispered. Almost.

Two fingers traced a cross over Charlie's chest, his gaze not leaving hers, "Cross my heart."

#by gabi #charlie weasley #charlie weasley x reader #charlie weasley fluff #hp post war #charlie weasley x fem!reader #i have no idea where this idea came from but here it is #there will be a part 2! #part 2 coming soon

[everybodyscupoftea]

can you write some jj smut where y/n feels too shy to admit that she's all needy, but jj finds out ofc and tease her before starting with overstimulation? like y/n desperately whining and jj be like "come on baby i know you've got one more on you" and then he gently cleans her up since her shaking body prevents her from doing anything but cuddle w the boy she loves 🥺

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yep pike jj, let’s do it

(warnings: cursing, nsfw)

it wasn’t your fault okay? jj kept sliding his fingers up and down your thigh and he was licking his lips after every sip of beer. and for what? after about an hour of staring at him and feeling hotter and hotter, you finally reached up to pull his head down so you could whisper, “upstairs?” in his ear.

he pulled back to look you in the eye, his going dark, to make sure he’d heard you correctly. you raised your eyebrows at him, waiting for an answer, and he nodded, almost tripping over his feet in his haste to abandon the party and pull you upstairs.

the door was barely shut when he pressed you up against it, kissing you firmly. jj pulled away, dragging one fingertip gently across your lips as you exhaled shakily. he smirked, ducking, only to skip your lips and start pressing gentle kisses down your neck, stopping at your pulse point to suck hard.

you gasped, hands going straight to his hair to hold his mouth in place. jj hummed, the vibration making your knees weak, and you let out a little gasp, biting your lip to quiet any more sounds. he smiled against your neck and straightened up to kiss you again.

opening your mouth slightly, he took the invitation, tongue sliding against yours as he pressed you harder against the door, no room to move. it went on for what felt like forever, and you weren’t aware of anything past his lips and his tongue and his nose brushing yours every so often.

when he finally pulled away, you felt cold, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. before you could do or say anything, he was pulling you toward the bed, sitting you down on the edge, dropping to his knees to start pressing teasing kisses up your thighs.

his fingers dug into the skin of your thighs as he sucked gently, pulling them wider so he could settle fully between them, and he pushed the material of your skirt up so he could finally slide the tip of his middle finger across your clit.

you made a noise, hands going to his hair again but he pulled back and shook his head, “sit on your hands, baby girl.”

with a reluctant whine, you did as he said, and he rewarded you by reaching under your shirt and bra to roll of one your nipples between his warm fingers. jj kept his ministrations with that hand and moved his other one slowly across your thigh, back up under your skirt and ran a finger all the way from your clit to your opening teasingly.

your eyes fluttered as he repeated it again, that time dipping inside you slightly before pulling out again. jj’s hand suddenly disappeared from your chest and you opened your eyes as he started tugging at your underwear and skirt. 

“sit up for a minute so i can get these off.”

you obeyed, sitting back down on your hands once he got them down your hips and on the floor. jj leaned in, breathing softly against your center as his fingers pressed into your thighs, holding your legs apart. 

he smirked up at you before leaning in and licking one stripe all the way up to your clit, going back and forth between your clit and your labia over and over until you were rocking up to meet his tongue. right as you were on the verge, stomach tightening, he pulled away and dipped his tongue in your entrance. 

you let out a frustrated groan and he chuckled, the vibrations giving you chills, still plunging his tongue in and out of you, until you calmed down a little. then he returned to your clit, flicking his tongue back and forth over it, working you back up. and he pulled away again.

this time you whined, flexing your fingers under your thighs. jj pulled back further, pumping one finger in and out of you slowly while he sucked light kisses up and down your thighs, unhurried.

you sank into it with a sigh, slumping your shoulders, until he said, “this time, you can come, baby.”

straightening up, you moaned loudly as his tongue went back to your clit, flicking over it quickly, his finger speeding up in time. you rocked against him, his nose brushing your clit every so often as you moved.

it didn’t take long for your stomach to tighten again and you squeezed your eyes shut, fingers twisting in the comforter as you came. jj worked you through it, only pausing when you whined and moved in attempt to get away from him. 

he pushed himself up, pressing kisses all the way up your torso, pulling your shirt up and off as he moved up. you were unsure what to do with your hands and he smiled, “you can move them baby.”

with a sigh of relief, you flexed and loosened your fingers, finally getting some feeling back, before sinking them into jj’s hair. he pushed you onto your back and hovered over you a few seconds, smiling softly, before dipping down to kiss you again.

jj pulled away all the way up to where he was kneeling above you, rubbing his very obvious erection through his shorts. you bent your knees and widened your legs as an invitation, and he smirked, getting fully undressed and putting on a condom he grabbed from his nightstand.

you sighed as he bent down, tip brushing over your entrance a few times. before you could complain, jj pushed into you, both of his hands finding yours. jj threaded your fingers together and pressed them into the pillows on either side of your head.

he started thrusting slowly. long grinding thrusts in and you could feel every inch. you whined, wanting him to speed up, “jj, please.”

“patience, sweetheart,” he scolded.

you sighed and nodded, squeezing his hands as you pushed your pelvis up as best as possible to meet his thrusts. he clucked his tongue but didn’t try to stop you, so you kept going, finally finding an angle where he was brushing over your clit with every thrust.

it didn’t last long, legs shaking, you slumped to the bed and huffed, “jj, faster, please.”

he pulled out fully, rolling you onto your side and sliding back in from behind you before you could blink. you pulled one of your knees to your chest, one of his hands reached down to rub gentle circles over your clit and his other hand linked back with one of yours.

one thrust at the new angle with the added stimulation on your clit had you coming immediately. jj kissed up and down your neck, pausing his movements while you came down from your orgasm.

after a few minutes, he mumbled against your neck, “good?”

“mhmm.”

he nodded and started thrusting again, his wet fingers pressing into your stomach to hold you in place. you gasped at the feeling and pulled his hand up to your chest. he got to message and started playing with your nipples teasingly.

“gonna come again for me, baby?”

“maybe.”

he smiled against your neck, thrusting harder, fingers on your chest firmer instead of the previous light, teasing touches. you let your leg go and started rubbing your clit again, clenching down around jj at the feeling.

jj swore, eyelashes fluttering against your neck where his face was buried and you shivered.

“fuck,” he said, teeth clenched as he dropped the hand at your chest to join yours on your clit. jj nudged your hand aside and told you, “come with me, sweeheart.”

you groaned as his fingernail lightly ran over your clit a few times and came. jj thrust twice more before freezing, buried deep inside you, and cumming into the condom. the hand still holding yours was squeezing tightly, knuckles white.

calves and abs burning, jj’s hold on you was the only thing keeping you from slumping forward onto your stomach. you felt shaky as he pulled out, oversensitive and overwhelmed. 

he tried to climb off the bed and your grip tightened on his hand, keeping him close. clucking his tongue again, he squatted down next to you and brushed some hair out of your face, “gotta clean you up, baby.”

“no, stay,” you whined, not wanting to give up his body heat.

“i’ll be right back.”

you shut your eyes as he wandered away, only to have them slam back open what felt like seconds later as he ran a washrag lightly through your wet folds. jj climbed back in bed after a few minutes, having disposed of the condom and putting the rag in his dirty clothes.

he opened his arms and you rolled into them, kissing his collarbone gently as he wrapped his arms around you fully. you threw one of your legs over his and got as close as possible before shutting your eyes.

“you going to sleep?” jj whispered.

“yeah,” you mumbled back, already halfway there.

“i’ll wake you up in a bit once the party starts to die down and we can clean up better.”

“mkay,” you mumbled again, finally drifting away.

you missed the “god i fucking love you,” he whispered a few seconds later.

#frat!jj #pike!jj #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank smut #jj maybank request

[myfearless-love]

The Wildest Place You Run (8/?) - A Nice Trip

The next chapter is up with a little more insight into Killian's past, hopefully answering some of the questions (or maybe creating more?).

Huge thank you to everyone who commented, reblogged, liked the previous chapters! Also thank you to my beta and artist @thejollyroger-writer for helping with correcting my mistakes and making this amazing art!

Summary:

Vampires, Werewolves, Mages, and Elves. For centuries, they kept their existence a secret, but the constant rebellions against the strict laws of the Guild had led to a terrible tragedy. In an open clash, it became apparent to humans just what kind of monsters lived among them. Emma Swan loses the love of her life in the first battle of the war. A few months later, while still trying to process what happened, a mysterious and terrifying figure worms his way into her life. But the man is hiding far more terrible secrets than he reveals to her, pulling them both into a horrible situation...

Chapter: 8/? - A Nice Trip

Fandom: Once Upon a Time

Rating: M

Relationships: Killian Jones/Emma Swan

Read on: FF.net or AO3

Words: ~5.5k

Previous parts:

Ch 1 II Ch 2 II Ch 3 II Ch 4 II Ch 5 II Ch 6 II Ch 7

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It took a while for the dreams to cloud her mind as she slipped into unconsciousness. Her shoulder was still throbbing and the events of the day played a loop in her brain. A few hours later, she woke up surprisingly relaxed and relatively refreshed. She allowed herself an hour to just lie motionless on the bed, and for the first time in a long time, she didn’t know what was waiting for her that day. The usual languid calm was gone.

She climbed out of bed and decided to find a bathroom and then the kitchen. She wasn’t ready to face the day’s problem until she’d a cup of coffee. But no sooner had she set foot on the floor, the door suddenly slid open. Ruby wasted no time knocking, she simply barged into the room as if she’d owned the place.

“Good, you’re awake! We’re leaving.” Her words came quickly as she gestured urgently towards the door.

“Where are we going?” Emma asked, getting up from the bed slower than usual with her shoulder still aching.

“To your house,” Ruby nodded, smiling at her. “Get your stuff and pack some things for David too. You can change at your apartment if you want, but you’ll have to hurry because we’re going to Leo’s funeral after that. And then back here. It would be best if you took everything you wanted from home, because you won’t be returning anytime soon.”

“Great.”

-/-

“Why am I the one going with him?” Emma stared blankly at Ruby’s smiling face. It was a mystery to her why the brunette was in such a good mood. Emma didn’t feel like grinning at all, especially now that it turned out she was going to be alone with Killian again. Of course, David had no idea. If he did know, he’d surely have an aneurysm.

“It was pure fate,” Ruby said with a shrug, but Emma could see she was hiding something.

She didn’t want to argue with her, so she left it at that. But Ruby couldn’t seem to let the subject go. “Why are you so against him?” she inquired cautiously as they climbed the stairs to the first floor that led to the crumbling wooden house.

“I’m not, I just don’t understand. I thought David’s drama queen behavior yesterday would have kept him from having anything to do with me.”

“The decision on matters like this isn’t up to Killian, or even David. It’s all the Council,” Ruby explained.

“Oh, how I’d love to meet them one day,” Emma remarked, grudgingly, multiplying her steps as she followed Ruby, who was still grinning like a Cheshire cat.

It was terribly cold upstairs. Emma was only wearing her sweater from yesterday and was already chattering her teeth as she rubbed her arms, trying to warm herself up a bit.

When they reached the clearing, she noticed at least a dozen motorcycles and twice that many cars parked there. She had no idea if they’d all been brought here under the cover of the night, or if they’d been hiding around here all along. Looking around, she immediately spotted the black Porsche. It actually wasn’t hard to spot, nor was the talk, dark figure lurking beside the vehicle.

Killian seemed unaffected by the cold. His hair was ruffled by the light breeze (or by his fingers running through it), and he was also forgoing his usual eyeliner today, which made his face look younger. He was wearing a simple black shirt and his favorite leather jacket.

“Be at the cemetery by two in the afternoon, and get back here by four at the latest. Don’t wait until it gets dark, for everyone’s sake.”

“Will do,” Killian nodded, stubbing out his cigarette, which Emma just noticed, on the outside mirror without hesitation.

“Have a nice trip!” Ruby waved at them, then walked after Robin and Mary Margaret.

“Ready to go?” Killian hid his hands carelessly in his pockets and stared at her expectantly. Was he seriously going to wait for her approval now?

“Yeah,” she sighed.

This is not going to be fun.

-/-

To her surprise, they made their way to the apartment in not-so-uncomfortable silence. She didn’t know what to say as she stuffed her ham sandwich into her mouth and Killian remained stubbornly silent. She was sure his mind was on their “conversation” from yesterday, too. Which, well, let’s face it, had been pretty interesting.

“Be ready no later than half-past two,” was his first sentence after they got out of the car.

“You’re going to help, too,” she announced. “We’ll be done quicker if you help with packing up David’s stuff.”

“As you wish.” He didn’t comment on her instruction, so Emma showed him David’s room and the bathroom, loaded her brother’s suitcases and bags onto his bed, and left Killian to his task.

She made her way upstairs and began packing up everything she might need with heavy movements. Of course, she had a hard time packing all her things into her bags, she didn’t want to leave anything in her room. She really wanted to take her favorite books, her ancient boombox she’d gotten from David, and every trinket that held precious memories for her. However, she had to realize that was pretty much overkill. She probably wouldn’t even have enough room for her things, let alone time to actually read books.

Eventually, she felt compelled to put a few things back on the shelves, including the boombox, of course. It was already quarter past two when she finally finished packing and headed to the bathroom. She only wanted to take a look at her reflection, but the sight that greeted her made her pause.

Her face was paler than usual, the remnants of her black eyeshadow around her eyes complemented by dark circles under them didn’t look particularly attractive. Her hair almost resembled a crow’s nest, her clothes were dirty, bloody, and torn in places. Honestly, she looked like a survivor of a zombie apocalypse. Which, when she thought about it, wasn’t that far from the truth.

Grimacing, she turned away from the mirror, quickly ridding herself of her clothes, and climbing into the shower with boundless relief as the warm water hit her tired skin. Carefully, she peeled the bandage from her shoulder and was glad to see that she didn’t need stitches. Only five smaller, circular, red wounds adorned her collarbone and shoulder. At first glance, they didn’t look like serious injuries, but she knew — and felt — that they were deep.

She quickly washed her hair as well and finished as quickly as she could, not wanting to test Killian’s patience. As soon as she was done, she wrapped a towel around her body and hurried to her room to get the hairdryer she had already packed in one of her gym bags. It would do her good to think ahead sometimes…

She rummaged in the bag that was next to the door, but of course, the damned device was hidden away well. She cursed under her breath and ripped open the zipper of her last bag as the door slammed open, connecting with her hip head-on.

She yelped more in surprise than pain. She had just enough presence of mind to reach for the towel slipping off her body, but she lost her balance and landed on her ass.

“Did no one teach you to knock?” she growled in annoyance.

“Apologies, but I didn’t think I’d find you dressed only in a towel,” he retorted, glancing impatiently at his watch.

But then he walked over to her and reached for her hand to help her up. She considered refusing him for a few seconds, but then she deemed it unnecessary to continue being hostile and grabbed his offered hand.

This time, there was no unbearable headache to warn her as she glided through space and time. She simply found herself under the open sky without any of the uncomfortable transitions a vision usually entails.

The sun burned bright and hot; it was a sultry summer day. The air was stuffy, not even a slight breeze was blowing through the air. At first, it seemed to Emma that she was standing in a playground, but in the background, the image of a school with at least hundreds of students unfolded before her. She turned her head in wonder, for the children’s clothing was clearly reminiscent of the late nineties.

No one noticed her, so she was sure she had just stumbled into another vision. A girl in a towel appearing out of nowhere would have been quite the sensation, but they were not just looking through her, they were walking right over her body too.

She didn’t understand any of this, she had no idea what to look for. She whirled around the courtyard, trying to figure out why she had gotten here. Soon, a calling of a name broke through the dull fog of shock.

“Hey, Killian! What’re you doing?”

Emma immediately spun around and turned in the direction of the voice, but saw only a completely unfamiliar, short, and dark blonde boy. He couldn’t have been older than twelve. His flashy red leotard stretched over his stomach with dark spots down the front. His jeans were already worn and a little too short for his legs, with patches of green grass staining the knees.

He scurried toward a sullen, skinny boy sitting alone on the back of one of the benches, staring off into the distance. Panting, the blond came to a halt in front of the other and braced his hands on his hips. His bloated, freckled, but lovely face glistened with drops of sweat.

“Killian, why don’t you come play?”

Emma stared wide-eyed at the boy skulking on the bench. Was this Killian? He didn’t look any older than fourteen or fifteen, either, but his gaze was almost as unsetting as it would be twenty years later.

His hair was longer than it was now in the present, tied behind his head with a rubber ring. His slightly worn Pearl Jam t-shirt was much larger than his torso, his jeans were worn and torn — but not for the sake of fashion. The soles of his sneakers were about to come off the dirty shoes.

“Aren’t you coming?” the blonde repeated.

Killian didn’t answer, just stared unflinchingly at the school’s iron gate. “No, Kristoff. Not now,” he shook his head, and his voice, unusually deep for a kid of his age (and size), caused Emma another surprise.

“You’re waiting for Milah, right?” Kristoff looked at Killian sympathetically, and Emma’s ears perked up at the name.

Maybe now she could figure out who Milah was to him.

Killian turned his head to Kristoff with an impatient sigh. “If you already know, why even ask?”

The other boy just shrugged, leaving Killian’s question unanswered. He settled down next to him on the bench. “Killian, come on! You can’t sit here all day! You know she’s not coming anyway.” Kristoff shook his head and glanced sadly at Killian with his big, piercing blue eyes.

“She will!” Killian’s hand clenched into a fist, his eyes flashed. “She promised,” he added a little more quietly, and Emma moved closer to the two of them, so as not to miss a word.

“It doesn’t matter. Her father won’t let her anyway. Our last class is about to begin, Killian! I’m sure…”

Before he could finish the sentence, the school bell started to ring. Kristoff immediately jumped up from the bench as the sea of students moved towards the main entrance of the building.

“We’re going to be late!” Kristoff shifted his weight impatiently, but Killian didn’t even move, staring fixedly at the school gate.

“We are,” Killian finally nodded, picking up his bag that had been lying next to the bench.

It was a dark green, awkwardly patched, worn backpack. It was quite dirty with dust and sand, but Killian didn’t seem to care.

“My mother will kill me if I’m late…” Kristoff turned pale, blinking more and more nervously across the slowly emptying courtyard.

“Go to class, Kris,” Killian smiled, then picked up his bag on his shoulder and hurried to the school gate.

“Killian! Stop! What are you doing?” Scared out of his wits, Kristoff ran after Killian.

He grabbed him by the arm and turned the older boy to face him with a forceful jerk.

“I’m going to Milah’s,” Killian shook Kristoff’s’ arm off.

“No! You’ve gone mad! Your parents will… oh, there’ll be nothing left of you if Milah’s father sees you there! I thought that scar on your arm would have been a good reminder of that.”

“I’m not afraid of her father,” Killian laughed. His voice was husky and mocking. Emma knew very well where his confidence came from.

Elven blood.

He could easily handle a grown man, no matter how big or muscular he was.

“You can’t go there! Even Milah told you that!” insisted Kristoff.

“I don’t care.” Killian shook his head and headed for the gate again.

Kristoff stared after him for a while, panting, apparently unable to decide what to do. “Killian, wait! I’ll get my bag…”

The little blond boy slipped off in the direction of the school building. Killian, meanwhile, settled himself at the entrance and, to Emma’s small shock, lit a cigarette. If she could’ve, she’d have flicked it out of his fingers. He was too young for that sort of thing.

However, when she took a closer look, she saw that his hands were shaking, he seemed quite nervous, and his appearance, as well as his manners, made him seem much older.

“Uh… Humph! We can go!” Kristoff gasped as he finally reached Killian, more specifically through her spirit body.

She’d never get used to that.

“You really don’t have to come. It won’t be...without risk,” Killian admitted, and Emma believed that only she understood what he meant.

He could defend himself, but he couldn’t split himself in half and be there with Kristoff all the way. And if the boy wasn’t in his immediate vicinity, Killian couldn’t guarantee his safety.

“Come on!” Kristoff waved. “I want to come!”

“Suit yourself,” Killian nodded, rising from the parched ground. He dusted off his jeans, which Emma thought was completely unnecessary, and walked with quick steps to the side of the road.

“You really have a crush on her, don’t you?” Kristoff seemed to have quickly gotten over the trauma and aftermath of missing school. He stared at Killian with a grin.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Killian shook his head and blew out the smoke with relish.

“Well, about Milah, who else?” Kristoff waited anxiously for Killian’s answer, but it didn’t come.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business,” Killian glared at the younger boy.

“You don’t have to deny it! I saw you both out in the meadow by the bunker yesterday,” he reported with a triumphant smile, and to Emma’s surprise, he achieved the desired effect; Killian’s cheeks and the tips of his ears turned the color of tomatoes.

“What the bloody hell were you doing there?” His eyes widened in shock, and he quickened his steps almost unconsciously.

“Well, I was just going to the bunker because I left my sweater somewhere and I thought it was there.” Kristoff shrugged, his mouth still twisting into a smile. “But in the end, I found something completely different there,” he chuckled.

Killian narrowed his eyes.

“But I was far enough away, I didn’t see everything!” Kristoff added hastily.

“Wonderful,” Killian growled, scowling at his friend. “What did you see?”

“I thought you didn’t want to talk about it,” Kristoff clasped his hands behind his back and whistled softly as he stared up at the completely cloudless sky.

Emma had to admit, she was starting to like this kid, Kristoff. The little rascal knew how to get a rise out of Killian, and it was strange to see such strong emotion on his face.

“You’re starting to get on my nerves, lad,” Killian hissed.

Kristoff grinned wickedly at him and just shrugged. “Did you kiss her properly? Like in the movies?” He eagerly watched Killian’s every move.

“Aye,” Killian coughed, then watched with a forgiving smile as Kristoff punched the air with a loud cheer.

“And what else did you do?” Kristoff almost climbed into Killian’s face.

“Never mind that, you’re too young for that,” Killian grinned, blowing the smoke in Kristoff’s face who leaned away from him, coughing.

“Stinking shit-face!” he groaned, gasping for air.

“Vouyer rat!” snarled Killian back playfully

They walked along the road in silence for a few minutes and then soon turned onto a narrow, weedy dirt road. They were in a small rural town that Emma was unfamiliar with.

“I’d never dare kiss Anna,” Kristoff confessed shyly.

“Well, I wouldn’t either,” Killian laughed hoarsely, and hearing his voice, Emma wondered how long he’d been smoking.

“Are you making fun of me?” Kristoff raised an eyebrow in offense, but Killian just shook his head.

“Anna would talk your ear off before you could even reach her lips. Don’t you think she’s a little hyperactive?”

“Maybe... But she’s still the prettiest one in the class.”

“That’s one thing,” Killian waved it off, then tossed the cigarette away and stomped on it carefully.

“But still beautiful!”

“And a chatterbox,” Killian said, shaking his head.

“Does it matter? At least there’s no awkward silence.”

“Then it really doesn’t matter,” Killian laughed again.

It was weird to Emma to listen to this conversation as she slipped invisibly behind the two of them. Killian... There was just no way he was only like fourteen. She had no idea what could have happened to him, but a normal boy his age wasn’t like him.

After a good twenty-minute walk, the hundred-degree weather made it almost impossible to wring the sweat from Kristoff’s and Killian’s t-shirts.

“Do you really go out here every day?” Kristoff growled as he wiped his brow. “At least slow down a little!”

“I don’t come out here every day, her father would really kill me. Besides, we’re not far away, their house is just around the corner,” Killian replied.

Nearby, the grass was yellow from the drought, and the road was pure dust beneath their feet.

“And what’re you going to tell her?” Kristoff asked.

“I don’t know,” Killian lowered his head. “We’ll see.”

“Is it really true that her father is crazy? I’ve heard all kinds of things about him, but I couldn’t decide if it was true.”

“He is,” Killian said in a lowered voice. “One minute he was completely calm and quite friendly, and then suddenly he got angry, howling and lashing out at the things closest to him. He’s already been treated in a mental hospital, and he has also been in prison several times…”

-/-

The large but rather old-fashioned residential building included an old barracks. Several dogs were roaming around in the company of a few cats around the porch. The platform of the rusty van in the backyard was already packed, and a burly, shirtless man was in the process of dumping the rest of the suitcases onto the others.

He watched the boys’ arrival with keen eyes. He brushed his graying hair out of his forehead and stared expectantly at Killian and Kristoff with his hands on his hips. Sweat glistened in droplets on his exposed skin, his large beer belly covered in dirt.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he growled unkindly. It was obvious from his expression that he was already on the verge of strangling the boys with his bare hands, but for some reason he controlled himself.

“I came to see Milah,” Killian replied confidently.

The man’s eyes narrowed. “She doesn’t have time for you, she’s packing right now. You’re in the way, we want to leave today!”

“Where are you going?” The confidence left Killian’s voice and was replaced by horror.

“We’re moving. We’re going back to England. It’ll be a better place for the girl!”

Emma could clearly see Killian’s face turning pale despite the blistering heat. His lips opened slightly and he stared at the man with widened eyes.

“Where… where’s Milah?” Killian’s hands clenched into fists again, trembling with rage, and at that moment Emma no longer feared for Killian’s safety, but rather for the man’s. If he couldn’t restrain himself, there would be trouble…

“I thought I told you to fuck off—”

“Killian!”

A girl’s stunned voice came from the direction of the barracks. She had long, dark brown hair that ended in wild curls, and her eyes were almost the same bluish-green shade as Emma’s. Emma immediately knew she was Milah.

The girl blinked at her father in alarm, then looked back at Killian.

“We’re leaving in half an hour. I don’t want to have to look for you, you know what we agreed on,” her father growled at her and set about securing the bags on the platform.

Milah sighed in relief and signaled for the two boys to follow her.

She led them into the kitchen. It was an immaculate room, but the cleanliness in no way made up for the deplorable sight of junk, old furniture, and weathered paint on the walls.

“Are you...really moving?” Killian didn’t sit down, and neither did Kristoff.

The blond preferred to slip quietly into the backyard, but Emma stayed in the kitchen, not feeling guilty for eavesdropping.

“Yes.” Milah didn’t look up at Killian.

He blinked in horror. “But why?” he snapped.

Milah flinched in fright and raised her eyes to him, almost pleadingly. “Stop yelling!” It wasn’t long before she began to cry.

“Apologies,” Killian soothingly walked up to the girl, wrapping his arms around her.

“I don’t want to leave, but Papa says nothing would become of me here. We’re moving to London and I’m going to attend an all girls school. Killian, I don’t want to leave!” she blurted out, desperately holding onto Killian’s worn t-shirt.

“You’re not going then,” he said firmly.

Milah laughed softly and leaned her head against his shoulder, smiling. “What’ve you got planned?”

“We’ll run away!”

Milah laughed even louder at his answer. “We can’t possibly! He would find us, and if he did…” she shuddered at the thought. “He would beat you up like never before…”

“He wouldn’t catch us, and you know it,” Killian grumbled heatedly, casting a startled glance outside, but Kristoff continued to pet every single animal outside and seemed to hear nothing of their conversation.

“We can’t run forever! Sooner or later we’ll get tired, especially if I’m there to slow you down.”

So Milah probably knew what Killian really was. That was interesting. Maybe she wasn’t a simple human either, that was why they were so close…

“I’ll hold out as long as it takes! He would never find us and…”

“And then what? What would we do after that? This is all foolish. When you think about it, maybe it’s best to walk away...”

“Pardon?” Killian froze at her words.

“Yesterday... He found out what we were doing in the meadow! Why do you think I’m wearing a sweater in this heat?”

“So you don’t want to see me anymore.” Killian let her go and took a step back.

“It’s not that! You’re more important to me than anything, but that’s not good. I’ve had enough, don’t you understand? I can’t take this anymore,” she raised her voice.

“Milah…” Killian’s gaze was desperate, almost pleading, watching her every move.

“What the hell is going on?” Milah’s father entered the kitchen, apparently having heard his daughter’s screaming.

“Nothing, Papa!” she replied immediately, perhaps a little too quickly.

“I let you say goodbye to my daughter, and this is how you thank me? You’re—”

“No!” Milah cried out, but her father was already marching toward Killian.

Emma couldn’t decide if she or Milah was more scared. The man didn’t care about Killian’s satisfied grin, he didn’t really know what it meant.

“He begged for hours to say goodbye to you today, I let him because we won’t be here by tomorrow. And he has the audacity to…”

“Papa, no!”

She wasn’t worried about Killian, she was worried about her father.

The man’s fist swung for Killian’s face, but a thin arm knocked the fist aside with unobtrusive speed, then Killian pushed the man back. Milah’s father fell onto the kitchen table, shattering two of its legs. The vase on the table hit the back of his head, making him even angrier, washing away his momentary shock. He jumped up, glaring at Killian, and gasped as Milah screamed deafeningly. She was already standing next to Killian, tugging at his arm in horror.

“Killian, no! Please, don’t do it! Calm down, don’t do it!”

But Killian paid her no mind. His vision seemed to be clouded, his arms tense.

“What the…?” Milah’s father blinked in confusion at the little boy, who’d just flung him away with one hand.

But nothing registered in Killian’s mind anymore, he was on the verge of losing his temper.

He pushed Milah away from him, and she hit the floor at the other end of the kitchen, knocking three chairs aside.

“You little shit! I’ll teach you a lesson!”

Milah’s father rummaged blindly in one of the boxes that stood next to the kitchen entrance. He managed to grab a knife with a blade at least twelve inches long.

Milah was lying dazed on the floor, Kristoff was about to run off into the woods, scared out of his wits as he witnessed what was going on in the house. Milah’s father scurried to Killian, and now for the first time, Emma recognized the terror in Killian’s eyes. She couldn’t really place it, because it was only a knife, and it wasn’t as if this mammoth of a man could inflict a wound on him that wouldn’t heal in ten minutes or so anyway.

Killian tried to back away, but his back hit the wall and his gaze searched for Milah. That much inattention was all the man needed. He grabbed Killian’s arm and jammed the blade into his stomach. Killian cried out and slid along the wall to the floor. Milah’s father didn’t seem to care. He scooped his only daughter into his arms and stormed out of the house. The van’s engine roared to life not long after.

Terrified, Emma knelt beside Killian, though she knew he would soon be healed and survive the ordeal. It was a horrible sight. He leaned to the side, not knowing if it was the pain or Milah’s departure that had brought tears to his blue eyes. He reached for the handle of the knife and yanked it out with a quick jerk. He groaned loudly and winced.

The knife fell from his grip and he bowed his head to the floor, his cheek resting on the cold tiles.

He had a hard time getting out of his loose t-shirt, but when he did, he pressed the garment to the wound. His chest and abdomen were snow-white, but his arms were tanned. All of his ribs were visible…

The bleeding wouldn’t subside, however, and the wound contracted. Killian soon lost consciousness, and the journey was over for Emma.

“Swan! Emma, answer me! Do you hear me? Bloody fuck!”

At first, she didn’t understand the words, they only gradually made sense and formed complete sentences. But it didn’t matter that she managed to comprehend what she was hearing, she couldn’t give an answer yet. Her head was pounding and she was having a hard time getting air into her lungs,

Something — or someone — was caressing her face, but she felt terribly cold. Goosebumps covered her body from head to toe, and then she was finally able to slowly open her eyes, and the first thing that flashed before her was Killian’s blurry face. She was still in her room, her open bags lying to her left.

Her head rested on his shoulder. He sat on the floor and she lay on his lap as he hugged her tightly.

“Are you okay, lass?” His concerned gaze searched her face, and he immediately pulled his fingers away from her cheek.

“I think so.” She nodded cautiously, then her head immediately flushed as she realized that she was still only wearing a towel.

“You’ve been unconscious for more than half an hour,” he said softly.

“Figures,” she mumbled with a nod, unable to take her eyes off his face.

She tried to recognize the sweet, broken little boy, but it was very hard to do so.

“A vision?” He still wouldn’t let go of her.

“Yeah, I think so,” she nodded again, unsure and still a bit disoriented.

She was ashamed to admit it to herself, but it felt good to be in Killian’s embrace. His anxious gaze and the reassurance of his arms around her filled her with a warmth she couldn’t explain.

“What did you see? You’ve gone pale,” Killian searched her face curiously, but she averted her eyes.

She wanted to know what had happened to him, what made him...what he was now. She was unable to put it into words.

Strange.

Special.

Kind of an old young person.

But she was afraid to ask, to dig into the past. She was scared it would open up wounds too deep and painful.

“Are you sure you want to know?” She sighed in resignation, knowing in advance what his answer would be. Reluctantly, she disentangled herself from his hold and rose from the floor, careful that the towel wouldn’t fall off her body. “Think about it.”

With that, she left him alone and marched into the bathroom. She rubbed her half-wet hair with another clean towel, no longer needing a hairdryer. As she dressed, she suddenly remembered why they’d been in such a hurry earlier.

“Killian! The funeral!” The door was nearly ripped out of its frame as she stormed out of the bathroom.

“We already missed it, Swan,” he sighed. “I talked to David, they know what happened. When they’re done, they’ll come straight here.”

“Oh…” She’d wanted to be there for Leo and she’d blown it with her stupid ability to see visions.

Killian was still cross-legged on the floor. He watched her, curiosity shining in his aquamarine eyes. “We still have some time before then, so why don’t you tell me what you saw?”

“All right,” she said, sitting down beside him. “But first, I want to ask you a few questions.”

“So my suspicions were correct. The vision was about me,” he said, frowning.

“Yes,” she nodded. “Tell me, who exactly Milah is?

Killian’s eyes widened in shock and she could see he wanted to jump up and leave, but she held his arm before he could do so. He almost pulled her up with him, but finally relented and sat back down.

Killian glared at her with his familiar, expressionless poker face. He tried to barricade himself away.

“Killian, don’t do this…”

“This is none of your business,” he said sharply.

His voice trembled with suppressed anger. But Emma could also see confusion and terror. “Tell me who she is. You always clam up when I want to talk to you about...well, you.”

“Swan, don’t, please.”

“See? You’re doing it right now!” she poked him in the chest with her finger.

“I hate talking about my past," he shook his head.

“Have you actually tried?” she raised an eyebrow.

He grimaced and shook his head again.

“Killian, I want to understand you. And I want to know what happened to you.”

“Why would you care about a repulsive beast like me?”

She knew it was inappropriate, but she couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled out of her. Killian, repulsive, and beast? Those three words were completely different things in her eyes.

“I’m sorry, but none of those apply to you,” she chuckled, feeling a tear leave her eye.

“No? Because that’s what people usually call me,” he hissed angrily.

“At first glance, your appearance and manners don’t exactly scream trustworthiness,” she remarked, still smiling. “But you only pretend not to be.

“Maybe because that’s how it is, and you’re the one who’s wrong. Have you ever thought about that?”

“No. And you’re wrong. Now answer my question,” she’s starting to feel like an interrogator.

“You don’t know me, Swan. You know nothing about me, and that’s the only reason you dare to be alone in a room with me.”

Then he jumped up from the floor and marched out the door.

Perhaps she’d succeeded in opening a more painful wound than she’d first intended. At that moment, she felt like a pathetic fool. Because let’s face it, tact wasn’t exactly her strong suit.

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Westwood Village looks really interesting! If you’re okay with it, what’s the basic plot, or who are the main characters? What does the player character do, who are they?

WAAA thank you!!! I’ll put the main characters (so far, I have about 4 more in the works I haven’t drawn/named yet) beneath a read more because theres quite a few, but I’ll give a basic plot synopsis!!

You are from the bustling trading city of Woodlock Roe, a city situated on the rocky shores and mountains of the Sundering Abyss Sea. Convicted of a crime you did— or didn’t— commit, you have been exiled from the city and sent into the vast Abyssal Forest; essentially a death sentence without being officially stated as one.

Fighting you way through the forest, facing creatures you have only heard of in legends and from the mouths of drunk mercenaries, clinging onto the sliver of life you have left— you are saved by a young hunter, who brings you back to his village within the woods, a village you had never heard of until that moment, Westwood Village.

The game would center around you deciding the fate of Westwood Village, most being exiled, or the children of exiled individuals, also from Woodlock Roe. Dark forces seek to destroy the village, the only thing keeping them from targeting Woodlock Roe for reasons you don’t know— it is up to you if you let them, help them, or stop them. You’d be able to form relationships with any of the townsfolk (hence them all being listed as main characters despite only a certain number of individuals coming to your aid depending on your relationship with them), romantic or platonic, through their own mini-arcs between main plot "chapters"! The game would be an adventure/horror game with some RPG elements, largely impacted by how you treat the characters around you.

Viktor Marley | He/They/It | A young hunter who comes to your aid when you need it most. He runs the local butcher and tanning shop, and usually prefers to keep to himself and hide away in his shack outside the village. He wears a sack over his head, and almost never has any skin revealed.

Nau Beau | They/He/She | A clown who is one of the ex-mayor's sons, preforming every afternoon and every night for the citizens of Westwood Village— throwing fire and jumping through hoops, theres virtually nothing they can’t do! They’re sarcastic and prone to making jokes with an up-beat attitude in costume, however out of costume, they tend to be a bit irritable and cranky— of course, still with their charming wit and sarcasm. They have a niche interest in taxidermy when out of costume, and work hand-in-hand with Viktor to produce life-like taxidermy for the school and doctor in town.

Thatch "Jameson" Beau | He/Him | Son of the ex-mayor, he has lived a lavish life in one of the more well-build houses in the village. He often spends his days at the local inn-tavern, trying to woo visiting mercenaries with his untruthful stories of heroism and adventure. He’s often found squabbling with his sibling when they’re not drinking together, or helping the current mayor keep the town in check. There’s always a glint of caution in his eye.

Matir Rook | It/They/He | It goes into the mountains twice monthly and brings back freshly carved ice for everyone in the village. It does not speak, and instead communicates either through grunts, sign, or paper and ink. Often times, when looking for it, you can’t find it— but sometimes, when you aren’t, it finds you. It can often be found, when not working, at the schoolhouse helping ambitious children climb trees.

Mayor Rheikan Flora | He/She | Having been working tirelessly and nearly thanklessly for the last decade trying to contact Woodlock Roe and keep the village in order, Mayor Flora stands as the only person of government within the village. He is in charge of ruling all squabbles, approving all building plans, approving all marriages— it’s hard work. He’s often found in the mayor's office (his home); except for when it rains. When it rains, he’s often found wandering the streets under his umbrella, cigar in shaky hand.

Dreidiel Malchester | He/They | A priest rather open about being exiled from Woodlock Roe for scamming the government out of tens of thousands, Dreidiel is mainly in charge of officiating weddings and blessing the village bi-weekly to keep whatever lurks outside of it at bay. Having no sermons, or church— not that he ever took that life seriously— he's often found watching one of Nau's performances, helping out at the local school, or being kicked out of the mayor's home for trying to proposition yet another faulty business within the village. He’s never seen without a smile.

Unnamed | She/They | Running the local clinic of Westwood is a hard job, one ran without smiles or patience. It’s a dangerous place to live, and there’s always someone hurt— ??? is the doctor of the village; she's stern and sarcastic, but in a way that makes your heart warm. She may chew you out while bandaging your leg for the third time this week, but she always finishes the wrapping with a bow. Her arms are almost always folded, and you can see the muscle definition from whatever life she lived before.

Unnamed | She/Her | The local tailor of the village, ??? makes sure everyone is walking around in something not sore to the eye. She works with Viktor in obtaining furs, leather, or wool for her work, farming cotton herself on her property above the village. Her prices are always affordable, even for the most beautiful garment, because she prefers everyone look presentable and her be modest than only a few look stunning and she be rich. She’s almost always fidgeting with something in her hands.

Unnamed | They/Them | ??? is the village school teacher, mild-mannered and polite with a bit of a temper. They work well with keeping the children well-behaved and safe in the village, teaching them all they’ll need to know and much more. When school's out, they’re often found at the local inn-tavern with a drink while grading papers, or they’re found by the river studying the local wildlife. Their arms are covered in tattoos resembling serpents, tracking up all the way to their neck.

Unnamed | She/It | i have nothing written on her yet but she’s in charge of the inn-tavern

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Request - If I can request... I had this idea, i would love if you could write a fic about it. You're dating Jamie B. and he takes you to his high school reunion, where his ex girlfriend hit on him, and you get jealous, and then he sees it and he feels bad and take you home and shows you how he's only yours. 🥵🥵

Going home with Jamie had been nerve wracking enough to begin with, despite you doing it every summer for the past two years, and his family absolutely adored you. But this year, oh with great happiness, he was dragging you to his high school reunion, which amazing, great, you knew everyone already knew about his life, but now you were going to be the fiancé of who turned out to be one of the most successful students from the school. “Baby?” Jamie called dramatically, worried about being late, you rolled your eyes as you pulled the bathroom door open, Jamie looked up from his phone, sitting on the edge of the bed in his slacks and button up, hair styled just right. “Wow.” He smiled, eyes running over your dress, it was simple, casual, but you dressed it up slightly with your small wedges and lightly curled hair. “Is it too much? Does it look bad? Let me-“ “Y/N.” He cut you off with a chuckle, grabbing your hand to keep you in place. “You look beautiful, don’t worry so much. Who cares what they think?” He soothed you, and it worked until you processed the end of his sentence. “Uh, you care what they think? You’ve been talking about this for weeks!” You gasped, looking up at him with pout, “I just want to make a good impression, you know? You grew up with these people. I mean if I come across bad, then you’ll come across bad.” You explained sheepishly, fiddling with the button on his shirt that was eye level with you. He chuckled softly, cupping your chin to tilt your head up, “well, if they don’t like you then we’ll just leave.” He mumbled, thinking he was easing your nerves, he leaned down to kiss you and you turned your head. “Jamie!” You whined, “that doesn’t make me feel better, I don’t want to be the reason we leave, let’s just go before I change my mind.” You grumbled, only turning even more pink when he laughed deeply at your dramatics.

***

Entering the school, seeing how everyone was mingling and there was no sense of that high school separation, you put the smile on your face but you could tell it wasn’t as forced as it normally was, you’d already been greeted by a couple of Jamie’s old friends that you’d met once or twice, and that definitely helped ease your nerves. You stayed glued to his side though, taking up conversation with the wife’s or girlfriends of some of the men he was talking too, you all began to get a little giggly as you sipped on you drinks, Jamie got whisked off to talk to some other people, he gave you a glance but you waved him off. You were having fun with these ladies, and you wanted him to have a good night as well, this was his reunion after all. “So when’s the wedding?” One of the girls, Cassidy, questioned, smiling at the ring on your hand. “August.” You responded, smiling at the thought of everything you two had planned back in Texas, both of you were ecstatic. From speaking about the wedding, you subconsciously started looking around the room for him. Your eyes landed on him and you did a double take as a woman placed her hand on his forearm and he awkwardly pulled away. You excused yourself from the group as the conversation had begun to die out anyways.

Weaving through the crowd, you appeared at Jamie’s side, lacing your fingers together, he looked down, slightly relieved. “Hi, love.” You murmured, smiling at the lady who was standing there, she looked nice, but you took that thought back as she gave you an odd once over. “Y/N, this is Leah-“ “his high school girlfriend.” She interjected like it held some sort of authority, you casually placed your left hand on his chest, “I’m, Y/N, his fiancé.” You spoke, with the fakest smile and Jamie had to stifle back a laugh, realization hitting him at your sudden attitude. “Oh.” She smiled, falsely as well, and Jamie couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t getting a charge out of how fake you were both being. “When’s the wedding?” You loved answering that question, until she asked it, Jamie took the chance to slip his arm around your waist, tugging you against his chest lightly. “August.” Jamie spoke, a grin over his face, except his wasn’t fake, because he wasn’t jealous. Which says something because normally he’s the jealous one in the relationship. You smiled up at him, as he kept talking about the wedding plans until she finally made up an excuse to leave, you looked away sheepishly, embarrassed that you’d gotten jealous, worried that he would take it as you not trusting him. “Baby, were you jealous?” He questioned, smirking softly when you hid your face from him, he turned you towards him, “don’t ignore me.” He squeezed your sides softly, eyes shining when you finally looked up at him. “Yes.” You whispered, you knew he heard you, but he titled his head to the side, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear that.” He teased, “ugh, yes, Jamie I was jealous, is that what you want to hear?” You snapped softly, looking up at him, glaring lightly. “Yes.” He laughed, you groaned, going to turn away from him again, “you’ve got nothing to be jealous of, don’t you know that by now.” He spoke in your ear, the tone of his voice dropping. You froze in his hold, a bit of excitement running through you at his sudden change, it was rare for him to get like this in public. “I don’t know,” you stood on your toes to sweetly kiss his cheek, whispering into his ear, “maybe you should show me.”

***

Jamie had never been a fast or reckless driver, so to say that he got you back to the summer house in record time, that was shocking. “Jamie.” You chuckled softly, watching as he struggled to get the key in the lock, he was high wired, you may have been teasing him on the drive home. He shot you a look and you all but melted under it, the heat running straight to your core. “Oh, give me the keys!” You finally snapped, taking them from his grasp, easily unlocking the door, and pushing it open, pulling him in by his hand. You squealed softly in excitement when he pined you between himself and the now shut front door. “How am I supposed to take you seriously when you're squealing like a child?” He muttered, feeling slightly defeated, you tossed your clutch into the living room, hearing it bounce off the couch and hit the floor but you couldn’t be bothered to care. You took charge and placed his hands low on your hips before pulling him in for a deep kiss, “didn’t you have something to show me?” You mumbled against him, smirking in success when he groaned into your mouth, his hands sliding behind your thighs, drumming his fingers against them. You took the not-so-subtle hint, pushing up off your feet allowing him to pick you up with ease, legs wrapping around him, arms lazily slung around his neck, you began trailing down to his neck. Jamie squeezed your thighs tighter as he expertly maneuvered to the bedroom, having to force himself to not get distracted by you nipping at his skin, his biggest weakness, any kind of kiss to his neck, chaste or sexual. “Jamie.” You gasped, normally he tossed you onto the bed, or hovered over you, this time though he sat on the edge, roughly pulling you down onto his lap. He let his own short gasp of surprise when you rolled your hips down on him, “two can play at this game.” You mumbled, leaning back to smirk at him, he hummed, giving you a once over. The little lipstick you had left on your lips now gone, lips slightly swollen from the kissing, eyes wide in anticipation. Jamie ran a hand over your cheek, pushing your hair to one side before letting the tips of his fingers glide down your neck, delicately running to the strap on your shoulder. He glanced up at you when you let out a soft whine, he smirked at your eagerness, his brown eyes staring into yours, “patience, baby girl.” He mumbled, pushing the strap down, his lips following the material.

As much as you loved the sensuality of what he was doing, you didn’t have the patience, not after feeling the way you did earlier. You took a leap of faith, grabbing a fistful of his hair and tugging on it, removing his mouth from your shoulder. “Sometime tonight.” You snapped, eyebrows shooting up, you reached behind yourself and tugged the zipper down on your dress. He reached to move your hand away, finishing the action for you as you made quick work of the buttons on his shirt. You climbed off his lap, quickly pushing the dress off your frame, biting your lip when he took a second to admire you, no matter how many times he’d seen you, he always made sure to make you feel beautiful. Jamie stood, towering over you slightly, he shrugged the shirt off his body, grabbing you and pushing you towards the bed. You let your body fall back on it, looking up at him innocently as he undid his belt, he kicked his pants off, moving over you. He hooked an arm under your back, easily maneuvering you to the center of the bed, your head falling onto the pillows, he went back to teasing you lightly, kissing right above the lace trim of your bra, “don’t be such a tease.” You whined, the noise quickly turning to a moan when he yanked the cup of your bra down, tongue circling around your sensitive bud before pulling away with a smirk, moving to the other side as you tugged on his hair lightly, hips trying to grind up to get some kind of friction, his hand rested on the base of your stomach, pushing you down into the mattress. You moaned as he moved back up to your lips, allowing you to arch your back long enough for him to properly remove your bra, tossing it behind him like a horny teenager. He paused his movements, undoubtedly knowing your thoughts and letting out a soft chuckle, you smiled up at him, grateful that even in the most serious of moments you could still be yourself. Although, you quickly reminded him of the task at hand when you cheekily reached down and dipped your hand into his boxers.

“Fuck.” He moaned out, hips involuntary thrusting towards you, “if you’d quite teasing, you wouldn’t be a whining mess.” You quirked a brow when he let out a noise, one you’d certainly heard before when he was painfully hard. He grumbled under his breath, something about “trying to make it nice for you”, before kicking his boxers off and all but ripping your panties off of you. He hovered over you, catching your lips in a distracting kiss as he sunk into you, a whine rising up your throat, he stilled for a moment, lifting his head to catch your eyes. You grinned up at him, pulling him back down, “you can move.” You whispered, kissing him again, feeling him pull almost all the way out before thrusting back into you. “Feel so good, baby.” He spoke into your neck, your head rolling to the side to give him more room. You moaned in response, running your nails down his back, smirking when it made his hips stutter in their pace.

That only spurred him on as he began moving quicker, he slammed one hand down onto the mattress beside your head to hold himself up as he used the other one to throw your leg around his waist, “fuck!” You moaned, digging into his skin with your nails, “yes, yes, Jamie.” You gasped, the all too familiar feeling tightening in your stomach, between the spontaneity of this and the drinks, you knew neither of you would last that long. “Close?” Jamie managed to ask, lifting his eyes to meet yours, except he didn’t find yours as you had them squeezed shut, trying to wait until he was ready. He snuck a hand down between your bodies, watching as your eyes shot open. “Come on.” He grunted, glancing between you and where your bodies were repeatedly connecting. That’s all it took for you to unravel, clenching down on him as you rolled your head back, eyes shut in bliss as he chased his own high.

He finished with a strangled moan into your neck, leaving a sloppy open mouthed kiss as he panted.

“You should get jealous more often.”

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Coming Home | Soldier76 x Reader

Pairing: Soldier76 x Reader (They/Them) Rating: M for blood / violence Word Count: 2663 Summary: After the recall it is time to find your way back home. After some effort you just manage to drag yourself back to your commander with your last ounce of strength. Warnings: // Blood 

"And what exactly are we doing here?" "Recruiting a new agent. Kind of." McCree shook his head and threw his cigar to the floor, stepping on it with his boot to put out the embers. He looked at Soldier:76 out of the corner of his eye, but didn't dare talk back. Together with Genji, he stood behind the commander, both silently staring at the huge factory building in front of them. It was a run-down area and for miles there was nothing but crime and violence. And this was the place where the new agent was supposed to stay? "They can't have a clean slate if they've been living in this shithole...," growled McCree grumbling sullenly, and Genji also tilted his head thoughtfully. Soldier:76 however, tensed his shoulders and went off, stepped through the entrance to the hall, and the two agents followed him with extreme caution. "You should still know them well," said the commander quietly and the three of them ventured further into the interior of the factory hall. Machines and discontinued models of an old Meka series filled the hall down to the last inch; it was more of a storage room than a factory. From the distance, a metal clang approached, but it was still several hundred meters before they reached the source of the sound.

"What do you mean?" McCree asked and he climbed over a pile of rusty metal bars. "This agent saved your ass back in Marseilles. Good agent, we need them." replied Sodlier:76 and immediately McCree growled angrily. He grabbed his superior's shoulder and stopped him from going any further into the darkness. "Are you insane?!" the cowboy hissed emphatically, and Genji didn't seem too thrilled that you of all people should find your way back to the Overwatch base after the recall. "Morrison, they only caused us trouble! Constantly disobeying orders - I thought you were such a fan of obedience?!". "I'm well aware of that!" 76 snarled at McCree, and with a jerk he evaded his firm grip. "But in case you haven't noticed, I am no longer Strike Commander Morrison. And right now we need agents with a decent moral compass!" "Moral compass," Jesse repeated disparagingly, and he reached for a cigar, too upset not to smoke. "Damn it, Jack! That person is trouble!" "You can wait for us at the pickup point," growled 76, and he looked at Genji, who didn't bother to act the way McCree did. The cyborg didn't like you back then, but that was before he met Zenyatta - he was an angry man back then, now he was almost curious to meet you and talk to you. Maybe you had defeated your demons and had become a different person, too? "Who knows, maybe they're even in contact with Talon by now," the cowboy tried again and he looked at Soldier:76 with a fiery look. "Jack, think this over carefully." "To the pickup point, agent." the commander replied coolly. McCree cursed softly, yet he obeyed the order and turned around, snapped the latch on his holster and stomped off, out of the hall and back into daylight.

The factory building ended in a small extension - it was a room full of pinboards and large screens, a metal table in the middle, loaded to the top with papers and files, maps and notebooks. In the midst of the chaos of information, you stood with your back to the door and listening to the footsteps of your visitors. "Jack, oh my - what a surprise, really." You sounded bored and did not even look up from your screen. "You're late. Thought you'd come to me much earlier." "Very funny.", he rumbled and let his gaze wander over the screens and pin boards on the walls. "What's all this?" "A project." you replied evasively and finally turned to him, greeting Genji with a nod. "So you're still looking for Talon agents." Soldier:76 asked further and he came a little closer, looking at the largest screen littered with lists and geographic data. "Pretty daring, all by yourself. You're really asking for them to find you." "I know why you're here." you changed the subject and put a stack of files on your crowded desk and sighed deeply. "And you can leave again. I have no more patience for Overwatch business." "If you continue to look for Talon so conspicuously, they will find you - and you know that." Soldier76 continued. "But if you come back to Overwat-" "No!", you hissed and gave him an angry look. "Jack, I want nothing more to do with you! I thought I made that clear in our last conversation!" For a moment he was silent, wanted to say something to you, but you didn't want to hear it. Your last meeting hadn't gone too well, it had been a mixture of broken hearts and the end of Overwatch. Back when he was Jack Morrison. Back when everything ended in a huge explosion in Switzerland. There was no need for you to relive those terrible memories. "Go away." you growled and turned away. "Now." "We didn't come all the way over here just to-", 76 started, but you cut him off with an impatient growl. Did he really think he could just walk in here and pack you in like a piece of luggage? He hadn't lost his arrogance! Even though he called himself Soldier:76 instead of Jack Morrison, he was still the demanding and proud man of his day. Genji watched your interaction in silence, but he decided to intervene before the situation escalated. "I think that we can help each other," he tried to appeal to your logic, but you just waved away impatiently. Since when was the cyborg such a peaceful contemporary? At your last encounter it almost degenerated into a fisticuffs and suddenly he tried to act as a middleman? "Get lost, both of you!" you repeated emphatically and opened one of the notebooks. A clear hint that this conversation was over and whether Soldier:76 wanted to or not - he had to disappear without you. He seemed to realize that at that moment, too, and he turned to Genji, nodded invitingly, and after a brief sideways glance at you, the two of them disappeared again into the shadows of the hall.

Who would have thought that a bullet wound hurts that much? Shot shattered the skin, dug deep into the flesh and even if you didn't know for sure - it felt like the splinters were stuck in your bones. The burning sun in Gibraltar didn't make it any better and the stony cliffs didn't provide any shade to protect you. With your last ounce of strength you had made your way to the old Overwatch base, but you couldn't drag yourself much further. Your tired eyes saw a blonde woman and you didn't have to look twice to recognize her. It was Angela Ziegler, the talented doctor Overwatchs. Even then she had been a true miracle worker, saving patients that other doctors would have given up on - Genji for example. How lucky that you met her of all people! "Hey, Angela-!", you tried to draw attention to yourself as you stomped out from behind one of the communication towers, one hand on the metal paneling of the tower and the other on your bleeding shoulder. Your escape through what felt like half of Spain hadn't gone too smoothly and in the end the dogged Reaper had caught you not far from the watchpoint and a load of his shotgun had grazed you. A powerful slap in the face and the loud crackling suggested that the warm blood on your lips was caused by a broken nose. That bastard really wanted to make it personal by kicking you in the face. Seemed as you had angered the Reaper, huh? Blue eyes turned to you in wonder and Mercy's face collapsed completely when she recognized your silhouette. She seemed to be enjoying the sun a little bit herself, for once she didn't bury herself in her research and the infirmary. When she saw you, however, she immediately ran, came towards you and carefully grabbed you by the shoulders. "Mein Gott, what are you doing here, I- Oh no, your shoulder, let me see..." "Jack," you brought out between the bloody lips. "Get me Jack. Now." "Dear, you really must come to my ward, I have to..." Mercy tried to talk to you, but you silenced her forcefully. "A-Angela, I have to talk to Jack," you groaned and sank to your knees, followed by the blond doctor who caught you. "It's Talon, he was right, I-" "Lena, go get Jack-I mean, go get Soldier:76!" Mercy instructed the shocked tracer who watched the carnage and looked somewhat startled. Up until a few seconds ago, the normally vivacious agent had been feeding a few seagulls on the cliff, but once she noticed Mercy rushing up to you, she was on the spot, watching you with big, worried eyes. On Mercy's orders she nodded and with a blue veil she disappeared into the base, looking for the Commander. "Let me see." Mercy pushed down the collar of your top and briefly examined the wound on your shoulder. "A deep wound, looks like a shotgun..." "Reaper," you responded, briefly. "These inferno shotguns are unpleasant at close range, hah." "You're lucky that it didn't hit you full on." she replied, slipping the blouse off her shoulders to press the cloth onto the wound to stop the bleeding at least a little. "Your nose looks broken, but I'll have to examine it more closely." "It's okay, really-" you tried to get rid of her, but you didn't stand a chance against the stubborn doctor. She squeezed the wound on your shoulder and grabbed your upper arm with her free hand to pull you up from the floor. A painful moaning escaped you as you stood on your own two legs and Mercy worriedly watched out for Tracer and Soldier:76 but there was still no sign of them. "Okay, you're going to need a pressure bandage...," Mercy murmured, more to herself than you, looking toward the base entrance. "There's a first-aid kit in the conference room, I'm going to get it. It'll only take a few minutes. You stay here and I mean right here, you got that?" You nodded silently and she took your hand and pressed it against her blouse on your shoulder. "Press it gently. It's best to sit down again and don't move. I'd like to take you to the infirmary, but it's better if the first-aid kit comes to you first." The blond doctor explained and her blue eyes looked at you worriedly. "Don't run away, okay?" "Very funny," you gasped and Mercy hurried away, hurrying into the base to at least get a pressure bandage on your injury. Your shoulder was burning and the dazzling pain seemed to spread further and further into your body - alone it was much harder to bear. Your eyes looked around searching for agents, but there was no one to see but you. Was Soldier:76 really so stupid and had the security so lax? On shaky legs you dared to take a step forward, but you regretted it instantly. Your knees were soft like rubber and your legs almost gave way, but you were able to hold yourself upright with the last of your strength. Tracer was fast like the wind, what took her so long? The rumbling of heavy military boots on metal made you sigh with relief and you saw a figure coming towards you - it was Soldier:76. Finally. "Jack-!" you tried to call out to him, but your voice was fragile and you produced nothing more than a hoarse groan. Fuck, your shoulder hurt so much! Bravely you took another step forward, but your broken ribs made every movement a torture and Mercy's blouse was soaked with your blood. Your knees softened under all the pain and adrenaline and you almost fell over in front, but at the very last moment you felt him grab your waist and catch you. Your body leaned against his chest and you leaned your forehead against the cool texture of his leather jacket, relieved to see him. "What happened?" 76 asked immediately and he helped you sit down, took the cloth from your shoulder and examined your wound, pulled his brows together in concern. "Talon." you choked out and tried to take deep breaths, but your muscles began to shake uncontrollably. How could it be so warm and so cold at the same time in Gibraltar? Your skin shivered under painful goose bumps and your shaky hands clung helplessly to his leather jacket. "Jack, I- It hurts." you moaned and tried to wipe the blood from your face with the back of your hand, but your bleeding nose was burning like hell and quickly you let it go. "I know." he replied, and his hand stroked your hair, running down your cheek and up to your chin to lift it. "You took quite a beating there." He sat down on the floor beside you, grabbed your upper body with great care and pulled you towards him so that you could lean against his chest. Every breath was worse than the previous one and your broken ribs felt like your chest was being crushed with force. "I hate it when you're right.", you muttered and buried your face in the crook of his neck, smelling the blood and the leather of his jacket. An amused snort briefly shook your position, and if he could laugh at your remark, you were probably not in mortal danger - even if it felt that way. "Sucks, now I have to work for Overwatch again." "It wasn't that bad back then," he replied and you felt him gently pushing a strand of hair out of your face. "You were the one who robbed me of the last nerve." "Hah, true." you sighed and looked up at him. Since when was it so hard to keep your eyes open? "Jack, he wasn't looking for me. He wanted you." "That was to be feared after all that happened." he replied in a harsh voice. For a brief moment, he looked old and exhausted, as if the chase between him and Gabriel Reyes would exhaust his last strength - but as quickly as that moment had come, it disappeared again. "I was hoping that nobody except me would get hurt though." "Your security system sucks, by the way." "Mmh, we'll really have to increase them if someone like you can just walk in here." he agreed with you and behind you the sound of heels on the floor was heard. Mercy hurriedly ran towards you, a first-aid kit under your arm and a little pale in the face. Of course, she was a rock in the surf, collected and calm as usual, but seeing you again after all these years had been a surprise for the blonde doctor. She fell on her knees next to you and immediately started to work on your wound, applying a handful of compresses to stop the bleeding. "Take them to the ward," she told Soldier:76 and he nodded, stood up and with the greatest of care put one hand under your back and the other under the back of your knees. You were picked up from the ground by the commander as if you were as light as a rag doll and Mercy continued to scurry around you, checking your pulse and asking you for more injuries. Except for your shoulder, broken ribs and a probably broken nose, you didn't seem to be injured any further. "Jack..." At your faint murmur, he pressed you a little closer to his chest, but said nothing. Even if you didn't want to rejoin Overwatch, having Morrison at your side was reassuring.

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Losing All My Cool

A/N: I know this is quite similar to a different one shot of mine, "Reckless, Even," but I just never tire of filling in the blanks from Half-Blood Prince of Harry and Ginny's time together. Just the two of them having fun and getting to be happy together while they still can. Title inspired by Dua Lipa's song "Cool," which I listened to on repeat as inspiration for this :) Summary: Harry and Ginny spend a morning together on the Hogwarts grounds for their first day as a couple after a momentous night of Quidditch and other victories. You can also read it on AO3! 

Hermione covered her mouth, attempting to hide her laugh as Harry took a sip of his pumpkin juice, determinedly not looking at Ron. “All I’m saying is you got back pretty late last night.”

“And? Gonna deduct some points from him, prefect?” Harry’s heart jumped into his throat at the sound of her voice so suddenly, especially considering Ron was just beginning to pry, causing him to choke on his drink. His face burning, he turned to see Ginny plopping down on the bench, facing one leg on either side of it, facing him. She smiled brightly. “Hey there. Done with breakfast?”

“Hi,“ he replied once he stopped coughing, smiling back. “I-“

Ron interjected. “I could if I wanted to, you know! From the both of you if you don’t-“

“If we don’t what?” she asked fiercely. “Hermione wouldn’t even do that.”

Ron snorted. “Of course she would.”

They all looked at her. “Keep me out of this,” she said warningly, though there was a hint of amusement in her voice, as she flipped a page of her Arithmancy book.

“Exactly,” said Ginny triumphantly to Ron. “So mind your business.”

“This is my-“

“Anyway,” she ignored her brother, turning back to Harry. “Ready?”

He stuffed the last bit of his French toast into his mouth and nodded, still avoiding Ron’s gaze.

“Ready for what?” asked Ron, looking at them suspiciously as they stood up from their seats. “Where are you going?”

Ginny groaned, rolling her eyes dramatically. “Didn’t I just tell you to mind your business? Why don’t you continue to bask in the aftermath of the Quidditch Cup win? I know I am.” And with that, she grabbed Harry’s hand and began tugging him away with her.

Hermione could not conceal her laugh again, and Harry waved at both of them, seeing Ron’s ears bright red, feeling some guilt swim in his stomach as he told them, “See you at lunch.”

As he walked with her, she gave him an encouraging squeeze of the hand. As if reading his mind, she said, “I couldn’t help it, he’s too easy. Don’t let him get to you. He’ll be fine.”

“He was just berating me for getting back late last night,” he sighed. “As if he wasn’t doing the same thing with Lavender all last term.”

“I know,” Ginny said as she led them out onto the grounds. “But he didn’t try to kill you in your sleep at least, right?”

“Not that we know of,” he corrected her. “But I was equally worried about someone else, to be honest,” he muttered, thinking of the look on Dean’s face and the broken glass in his hand at the sight of he and Ginny kissing the night before. He stopped walking now that they were out of sight from the Great Hall and turned to her to give her a real greeting. “Good morning,” he grinned.

She chuckled appreciatively. “Morning,” she responded, and reached up to give him a quick kiss on the lips, sending a little shock wave all the way down to his toes. As if pulled magnetically back to her, he leaned in for more, but she shook her head, tugging his hand again and began marching down the hallway. “Exert some patience.”

Harry coughed, trying to will his legs to move along. “I have! Months and months worth of patience,” he told her without thinking.

She looked up at him, quirking an eyebrow. “Months and months?”

His stomach dropped a bit. “Er…perhaps.”

An endearing expression spread across her features. “Noted.”

“So,” he began, eager to shift gears a bit. “We never did get around to discussing the match yesterday, you know.”

“Well, first things first; the team has called for your resignation next year, with me replacing you as both Seeker and Captain, effective immediately.”

“Is that so?”

“Well, after my spectacular catch, it was a unanimous vote,” she teased. “Although I’d much rather keep my position as Chaser…”

They discussed the match in detail throughout the rest of their walk on the grounds, which Ginny was leading. She recounted each of Ron’s impressive saves, sparing him a few compliments (“But don’t tell him I said that,”) before describing his few glaring misses. She had a few choice words about Cho’s seeking abilities, and the attitude she swears she had given her mid-air.

As she steered them toward the Quidditch pitch, and Ginny continued to paint a picture of Demelza and Katie’s goals, purposely excluding Dean from the narrative, Harry suddenly felt a bit uneasy knowing what he was about to go do with her, and that she was possibly leading him to a spot where she had done the same thing with Dean.

Ginny must have noticed that he was lost in thought, as she was giving him a quizzical look. “Are you okay, Harry?”

He shook it off and squeezed her hand, and her returned pressure helped ease his nerves a bit. It was nice, holding her hand. “Just suspicious as to where you’re taking us.”

She smiled mischievously. “Just winging it.”

Harry continued asking her questions about the match, laughing at her impressions of each team member, until they reached the stands. The sky was the clearest blue, with the sun beaming on them as they sat down together. Ginny let go of Harry’s hand to put her hair up, little drops of sweat dripping down the side of her face. Harry’s eyes moved down towards her midriff, which was exposed as her shirt lifted up a bit with her arms as she tied her hair. Ginny gave him a pointed look.

Harry cleared his throat, looking skyward. “It’s, um, a nice day out.”

She laughed as she brought her arms back down, using her hands to grab Harry by the shoulders, pulling herself closer to him, regaining eye contact. “Pathetic,” she told him. “It’s a nice day out? You know you can look at my skin and not avert your eyes when I notice, right?”

Harry suddenly felt very hot. “Sorry. I’m used to forcing myself to look away… You got me losing all my cool over here.”

“You had it pretty under control yesterday,” she said, moving one of her hands to the back of his neck, gently running her nails over his skin.

He chuckled, feeling stupid for being nervous, when he had kissed her mere moments ago, and a heavy portion of the day before. But yesterday felt too good to be true, his literal dreams coming to fruition. She moved her other hand to meet its companion behind his neck, pulling his face closer to hers as he said, “That was the exact opposite of having things under control. You think me snogging you in the common room, in front of Ron, no less, was my plan to ask you out?”

“Well, no, but I liked it,” she told him. “I mean, if you hadn’t done it, I probably would’ve. Like if you don’t lean in and snog me right now, I’ll just have to do it myself-“

Harry didn’t need to be told twice. He crushed his lips against hers, with so much force that they almost lost their balance. It was a good thing Harry had quick reflexes, as he wrapped his arms around her waist to bring them back up. She was laughing against his mouth. “Merlin, Harry.”

He laughed, too. “Told you,” he said quietly against her lips before reconnecting them, this time steady and purposeful.

And just like the day before, Harry felt as though he was in one of his dreams. However, it was far better, as he could actually feel the softness of her skin, the smoothness of her hair. He moved his hands, one to run through the top of her hair, the other to cup her face, holding her jaw as he deepened the kiss, much to her welcoming.

Ginny returned every move in favor. He knew she was being generous, allowing him to be the one to lead, but eventually, she must have grown impatient, as she tore her mouth away briefly and climbed onto his lap, straddling him, each knee upon the bench on either side of him. Harry suddenly felt both intimidated and excited; he loved how Ginny easily took command, but wanted to impress her, too.

The new seating arrangement helped tremendously in a lot of ways, but mainly it brought their faces level with one another, as their height difference had been causing each of them to crane their necks a bit much. Ginny threw Harry a wicked smile before reattaching her lips to his, this time holding his face in her hands and took control of the kiss, slowing it down, teasing, giving in for a brief moment, then teasing again. Harry groaned in a mixture of frustration and arousal from her method, but she seemed to take this as further encouragement. These were not the eager, heavy snogs of the day before, but he really couldn’t complain much.

Just as Harry was getting acclimated to this, she moved her hands to his shoulders and her lips left his and began to travel. First to his cheek, then over to his ear, where she gently blew hot air, and Harry suddenly felt a bit too aware that Ginny was straddling his lap. This awareness only heightened as she moved to his neck, using her lips and teeth and tongue to do things to him that made him feel as if his senses were going to leave him entirely. He grasped at Ginny’s sides to steady himself, and after a few moments realized that her hands were working on the buttons of his shirt, and had already successfully undone two of them.

“Ginny,” he tried to say strongly, but it came out a more like a whimper. All she did was move her mouth back to his as she continued to work on the third button.

She had opened it when he willed himself to pull away from her. “Ginny,” he tried again, grabbing her hands with one of his own.

She looked at him, eyes dilated and cheeks flushed. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing,” he told her, trying to smile but not sure if the muscles in his face were quite capable. “I just…I just realized how much more experienced you are than me at all this,” he said truthfully.

Ginny seemed momentarily taken aback by such honesty, but then grinned compassionately. “That’s okay. You’re a fast learner.”

Harry chuckled, raising one of her hands to kiss. “You’re far too kind.”

“I mean, would I like it if you showed a little less restraint? Sure, but take your time.”

He looked at her in wonderment, feeling a warmth spread throughout him as he soaked in her knowing smirk. “I’m just trying to be a gentleman. And like I said, you know what you’re doing more than I do-“

“You know what you’re doing,” she assured him sweetly. “Trust me, you do. But you don’t have to be a gentleman. We don’t have to do anything either of us doesn’t want to, of course. However, I give you full consent to touch me wherever, take off whatever-“

Harry choked. “Ginny, we’re out in the open! I’m not going to…to...disrobe you when anyone can walk by!” he whispered.

Ginny laughed heartily. “Oh, so that’s why you got all tense when I started to open your shirt. You’ve got nothing to worry about, unless there’s a practice scheduled, no one comes out to the pitch before lunch.”

“How do you know that?” Harry asked, trying to sound casual but obviously failing to hide his suspicions by Ginny’s roll of her eyes.

“Because I used to come at this time every Sunday to practice flying before I tried out for the team last year,” she explained, scoffing at the relief on Harry’s face. “I wasn’t going to take it off necessarily. Just thought I’d get a nice peek, if that’s okay.”

He nodded a bit too fast, making him dizzier than he already was. “It’s definitely okay-“

“And you can do the same, you know,” she told him as she released her hands from Harry’s grasp to continue her work on his buttons.        

“Much appreciated,” he laughed, closing his eyes as she kissed him lazily. Once she undid the last button, Harry felt jolted as her small, soft hands began to move gently over his bare chest, sending chills up his spine. She stopped kissing him, and he opened his eyes to see her surveying him. After a few moments, she looked back up at him. “Not bad, Captain,” she said, smothering Harry’s chuckle with her mouth.

Harry eventually allowed himself to follow Ginny’s lead of leaving inhibitions behind; he was finally living out months’ worth of fantasies, and why should he deprive himself of such a glorious reality? He let his hands wander down her back, settling gently at first, then, with Ginny’s groans of approval and encouragement, more firmly under her bum. He tried a bit of the neck kissing himself, and felt rather proud of himself by Ginny’s breathy reaction.

Some time passed, and they finally began to slow down a bit. Neither Harry nor Ginny wanted to pull away, anytime one of them attempted, the other pulling them back in for a bit more convincing. It was not until they both released the other, breathing heavily, foreheads against each other that they resigned to a break of some sort. Both giggly and sweaty from the sun beating down on them, Ginny reluctantly removed herself from Harry, sitting beside him instead. But Harry did not want to lose contact just yet, so he swiveled her to face him, and grabbed her legs so that they were draped over his lap. Rubbing her thigh with one hand, Harry used the other to hook a finger under her chin and kiss her shortly one more time.

“Hmm,” she sighed as they parted. “Hello.”

Harry smiled widely. “Hi.”

Ginny lied flat across the bench, soaking in the sun. “That was fun,” she told him. “Let’s do it again sometime.”

Harry snorted at her, leaning back a bit and resting his head on the edge of the bench above them. He exhaled deeply, feeling a wave from his heart to the tips of his fingers and toes. It was strange, feeling this content and relaxed. It almost felt as if he were a different person, living a regular life. He continued to run his hand gently along her thigh, bringing the other one behind his head for some cushioning and closed his eyes, enjoying the light breeze.

After a few peaceful minutes, he felt Ginny lift herself up. “Harry,” she said softly.

“Yeah?” he answered, still trying to cool himself down, thinking of innocuous objects.

“Wanna go for a fly around the pitch?” He opened his eyes to see her taking her wand out of her belt loop. “I can summon our brooms.”

“They’re in Gryffindor tower, Gin-“

“Or you can do it yourself if you’d like, like you did in the Triwizard Tournament. Might not impress me as much this time, though…”

Harry rolled his eyes. “You really are up to flying right now? Don’t you need a bit of a break?”

“Too much excitement for you, ay?” she suggested, giving him a quick beneath-the-belt glance, where said excitement was still protruding a bit. “I forgot that men have a longer refractory period than women do.”

Harry sat up, choking at her words. “We didn’t even do anything-“

“I’ll just do it myself,” she took her legs off of Harry’s and stood up, twirled her wand through her fingers. “No pun intended,” she winked. She then pointed in the general direction of the tower and declared, “Accio Firebolt and Cleansweep!”

“You,” started Harry, as he got to his feet and put his hands on her hips, “think you’re a real laugh, don’t you?”

“And I am,” she smiled, leaning in and placing a light peck on his lips. She then began to help Harry re-button his shirt. “You can always hang out for a bit and watch me fly till you feel ready, although, that may just excite you more-“

“You raise a valid point,” he admitted as he finished the last two buttons himself. “Let’s fly. We can have a race.”

“A challenge?” she pondered. They could hear their brooms zooming towards them. They turned, and Harry saw his Firebolt growing nearer and nearer. He reached out his hand, ready to grasp it.

But Ginny was too fast for him, catching his broom in one hand, hers in the other. She examined each of them for a moment, and then thrust her Cleansweep against Harry’s chest. He caught it, looking at her curiously.

“You’d outfly anyone with this broom,” she stated, holding Harry’s Firebolt in both hands now. “Give me a try on it, and then we’ll see if it’s the broom or the player. Deal?”

Harry laughed as Ginny didn’t even wait for his agreement, mounting the Firebolt and rising into the air. “You’re on.”

They both beat each other on the Firebolt, but Ginny came in a much closer second on the Cleansweep than Harry had. Once back on their own brooms, they played multiple rounds of one on one, and although Harry put up a good fight, Ginny wiped the floor with him; and she was right, it did excite him in one too many ways.

About an hour and a half later, they called it for the day. Harry had an idea to make a pit stop by the lake and put their feet in to cool off. They sat down and took their shoes and socks off, dipping their toes in. “Shit, that’s cold,” Harry exclaimed.

Ginny scoffed at him, leaning back on her hands as she kicked her feet in the water towards Harry, splashing him a bit. “Don’t be such a baby. Didn’t you swim in this thing for like, what, an hour and a half for the second task?”

“Yeah, but I had gills, so the water felt warm,” he explained, submerging his feet in more.

“I was so worried about you,” she confessed unabashedly. “You were in there for so long.”

Harry put a hand on hers and squeezed. “Made it out alive, didn’t I?”

“Don’t you always?” she quipped back. “I was so jealous of Ron,” she laughed, and at Harry’s raised eyebrow she went on, “because he was the thing you’d miss the most.”

“Yeah, well…”

“It was sweet, though. Sweeter than Krum’s being Hermione, anyway.”

“I mean, what else were they going to use…his fur coat?” he mused.

Ginny giggled, shaking her head. “If it were Ron, who’d you reckon they’d take: you or Hermione?”

“Not sure,” Harry shrugged, mulling it over. “A couple of months ago I would have said me, but you know, they’ve been getting on a little too well these days. It’s suspicious.”

“I don’t know what they’re waiting for,” Ginny told him. “Honestly, they’re obsessed with each other. I can’t believe that you and I got together before they did.”

“Me too-“ and then it dawned on him. He rounded on Ginny. “Wait a second. You’re kind of to blame for that one!”

Ginny look appalled. “Excuse me?”

“They were going to, last term! Hermione asked Ron to go with her to Slughorn’s Christmas party, and they were going to-“

“They were?” she asked in amazement. “I didn’t know that!”

“Yes, until…well, until you told him that she had snogged Krum.”

Ginny was bewildered. “I’m sorry, I don’t get the connection.”

“It just drove Ron mad,” he explained. “It was like a delayed betrayal-“

“But how did he not know that already?” Ginny questioned, outraged. “Wasn’t it obvious?”

“Well, I thought so,” muttered Harry. “But Ron’s a prat.”

“You said it, not me.”

Harry laughed, running a hand through his hair. “Anyway, then he was cross with her over nothing, and Lavender was not being subtle anymore, and just everything accumulated into him snogging her to get back at Hermione or something, but also…”

“To prove me wrong?” she finished for him. “His picture of Auntie Muriel too soggy at that point?”

Harry snorted. “I guess.”

“It’s not my fault he couldn’t handle the truth,” shrugged Ginny. “In any event, I think I did them both a favor.”

“How do you work that one out?”

“Well, now Hermione won’t have to teach him how to snog, hopefully, if either of them ever grows the bullocks to make a move. She teaches him enough as it is.”

“Alright, so maybe you did do them a favor,” Harry said. “But what about me? I was the one who had to deal with the repercussions!”

Ginny grabbed him by the chin and brought his face close to hers. “I’m sure I can make it up to you.”

He smiled as she dragged his lips to hers, and just as he opened his mouth to deepen the kiss, Ginny tore herself away and kicked the water toward him, splashing Harry in the face.

Ginny laughed as he choked on the water. She hit him on the back compassionately. “You good?”

Once Harry was able to breathe again, he turned on her. “You’re going to pay for-“

But she was ready. She pushed him into the lake. He could hear her laughing from under the water, but he did not dare emerge. He stayed under, close to the edge, until he heard a tiniest note of concern in her voice as she called out, “Harry?”

That’s when he popped up, grabbed her by her calves, and threw her in too.

The look in her eye was deadly when she stood up, letting her hair loose. “Oops?” he said, horribly feigning innocence.

But Harry couldn’t help but notice the way her wet shirt clung to her…and Ginny smartly took this as her opportunity to attack. She jumped on top of him, initiating a wrestling match, which eventually turned into a different and more enjoyable kind of wrestling match, until Ginny had the innovative idea to ride their brooms over the lake while skimming the water, engaging in a water-tag match.

It wasn’t until the Giant Squid unsuspectingly stretched out, accidentally whacking them with one of its tentacles, that their rumbling stomachs called attention to the time and they decided to call it.

It was still rather hot out, so as the sun warmed them up on their walk back up to the castle, they barely noticed how much water was dripping from them as they reentered the Great Hall, Harry’s arm around Ginny’s shoulders, hers around his waist, their free hands holding their brooms.

“Why,” Ron started as soon as they reached the table, where Ron and Hermione were filling up their plates for lunch, “the hell are you two sopping wet?”

Harry removed his arm from Ginny, took out his wand and muttered drying spell towards Ginny, then on himself. “Had an incident with the Giant Squid. No biggie,” answered Ginny as she sat down. “I’m starved. Pass the roast beef, Ron?”

Steaming, Ron passed her the platter. Harry sat down next to her and reluctantly looked at him. He could see Hermione from the corner of his eye shaking her head while looking at Ron, clearly exhausted by his behavior in the hours they’d been separated from them. “Just…just clarify something for me. Are you two dating? Or just…you know…”

The sentence hung in the air until Ginny chimed in. “Snogging in bodies of water? Can’t the two simultaneously be true?”

Feeling mortified, Harry reached for the water jug to fill up his cup as Ron questioned, “So you are dating, then?”

Harry mustered up the courage to look him in the eye and answered. “Yes. I, er, asked her to be my girlfriend last night.”

“And I said I’d think about it,” Ginny joked as she put a hand on his thigh beneath the table, squeezing it reassuringly.

“Well, I think it’s wonderful,” Hermione interjected, smiling widely. “And so does Ron, even if he won’t admit it.”

There was a long pause, an elongated sigh, and then, “Well, I suppose,” Ron conceded. “You’re better than Dean or that git Michael Corner, anyway.”

“Appreciated, mate,” Harry laughed, the monster in his chest purring with satisfaction as he filled up his plate, Ginny beside him.

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[youngdreamer3214]

Alright I know I already asked but could you also do prompt 20 with Jason Todd and Raven or Speedy and Raven

Thank you for requesting. I hope you enjoy reading this. Please read and review.

Assume Standard Disclaimer #20. “Who hurt you?" Jason todd + Raven Pairing

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The dark clouds struggled to withstand the weight of the water, almost wanting to let go but not being able to just yet. The air was thick with the sweet scent of the coming storm and nothing had a shadow. Winds were blowing rapidly almost as if they were in a race with each other, seemingly careless and play full not caring if anything comes in their way.

The former thief had just returned to the city after completing a mission on the other side of the world. It was tiring to say the least but he was glad that he was finally back. He was on his way to titan tower, silently observing the weather deep in his thoughts, which were mostly about her.

He had missed her; it had been four months since he had seen her, since he had held her in his arms and he couldn’t wait to have her in his arms which was why he was making his way to her immediately entering the city, instead of going to his condo.

God, he sounded like such a sap right now and he was glad that nobody could hear his thoughts; if his brother’s heard his thoughts then he would never hear the end of it.

But for some reason he didn’t mind, he wanted to shout from every rooftop in this city that he had feelings for her, that she was his. He shook his head at how caveman-ish was his last train of thought but couldn’t stop a smile from coming on his face with it also.

So, he was territorial over her, but can you blame him? For a kid who grew up in the slums of Gotham city, who had to fight for every shred of happiness and peace while experiencing the worst humanity had to offer, he couldn’t be blamed for keeping someone who made him feel peace and joy like nothing he had ever experienced, all to himself.

He is selfish like that.

Jason rubbed his covered neck, still in his Red X suit all lost in fantasies of her, he couldn’t wait to have her in his arms, where he wouldn’t let her go, her teammates can deal with it.

Everything went downhill since the day his elder brother and the leader of the titans discovered that it was him under the skulled mask; to say it was chaotic would be putting it mildly.

It took a couple of years for the shock of him coming back to life, anger at him and his little bird for keeping it hidden and the anger and resentment he held against the bat family to die down; it took time and many confrontation to come to the point where he attended family dinners and was willing to work alongside them when required.

He still wouldn’t call himself a hero but he also wasn’t a villain, an anti- hero of sorts.

He also knew that none of this would possible without his little bird, he probably would be drowning in his sorrows while covering it with anger if she had not found him or pushed him towards his family.

She was his light.

He chuckled at the irony of his last thought; a creature of darkness, a demon was his light. But damn him to hell and back, if that wasn’t true.

She was there for him when he thought that he was sad, hurt and angry because of the world and at the world. She showed patience with him, something that many people failed to do. But most importantly she loved him, even if they hadn’t said it out loud yet but he could see it in her eyes and feel it in his own heart.

He arrived at the island which housed the tower and grinned mischievously; instead of using the door he started climbing the wall knowing full well how it irritated his older brother, making a point to give a two- finger salute to the surveillance camera in front of him and climbing up.

He finally reached his destination, feeling like he had reverted to his old ways as he opened the window, grinning knowing that she always left it open for him and made his way inside to his prize.

His heart started beating erratically as he saw her petite form swallowed by her comforter on her side but in the dark he couldn’t see her properly but he didn’t pay much mind to it, he was just happy to be surrounded by her calming presence, it had been too long and without thinking twice, he started shredding his suit, leaving him only in his black boxers.

He kept his suit on the corner and made his way to her bed, as silent as possible and got inside the covers, laying behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist awaiting the first night of peaceful sleep he would get in months when he heard her groan in pain.

He pushed himself away as if he had been burned, seeing her stir awake. He switched on the night light and his heart slowed down, his usual aquamarine eyes turned lazarus pit green as rage and worry flowed through him seeing her condition.

She was lying on her back and lightly rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she saw her boyfriend assess her. She looked at gorgeous as he remembered with her violent- black long hair, pale skin and that red gem on her forehead hidden by her flick and in her sports bra and sleeping shorts but the only problem Jason had with the sight presented in front of him were the white bandages covering her waist, some of her right thigh, her ankles and the most worrisome was the bandage on her forehead.

She looked at his angry face staring at her wounds but before she could say anything he asked in a gruff voice barely controlling his anger and voice “What the hell happened to you?”

She started to get up and in an sitting position when he gently pushed her back to lie down and tucked the comforter around her while she stared at her handsome boyfriend, still not being able to digest the fact that he was here and in front of her.

“Don’t move.” He ordered her with a strict voice, and she complied knowing that now wasn’t the time to mess with him. His rage was surfacing right now and her heart warmed looking at him, she could feel his worry and concern for her.

She took her arm out from the comforter and placed it on his, silently sending waves of calmness through her empathy. He stopped and stared at her pale hand on his before losing himself in her deep pools of amethyst.

“Jason…” she began in that smoky yet sexy voice of hers that always makes his heart beat erratically. “I just got a little distracted during the fight today, and besides I am not that hurt…I will be better tomorrow.”

She tried to give him a reassuring smile but he just looked her straight in the eye and asked in a deadly tone “Who hurt you?”

Raven sighed, silently rubbing his hand with her thumb, trying to calm him down but her efforts were in vain.

He wouldn’t calm down, he couldn’t knowing that someone had hurt his little bird; someone had harmed the one who he loved with every fibre of his being, the one who made his tortured life worth living.

He was angry.

He was angry at her for not taking proper care of herself, he was angry at her teammates for not protecting her but most importantly he was angry at himself for not being there to protect her, take care of her.

She knew that he wouldn’t calm down till he got to know what happened so she recounted “Today Adonis and Doctor Light were causing some trouble together in the city…I was occupied fighting Doctor Light that I missed Adonis who charged at me and crushed me against a wall.”

Jason ran his hand through his black curly hair angrily, his stubborn white lock still insistent on falling on his forehead. He kissed her hand which was still in his and got up from her bed heading towards his suit.

He needed to pay some villains a visit.

He had just put on one leg of the pants when he heard “Jason, where are you going?”

“I think I need to remind the villains of this city who Red- X and what happens when you mess with him or the people he loves.”

Her heart skipped a beat when he indirectly said that he loves her, they had yet to confess their feeling to each other. “Jason, they are already in prison.”

She hoped that he would come back to her but he just grinned sinisterly and said “Makes my work a lot simpler.”

She sighed and summoned all her strength, getting up from the bed and walking towards him. He had almost suited up but when he felt her hand on his shoulder he immediately turned and saw her standing behind him looking a bit pained. She took his arms and placed them around her waist while hers went around his broad shoulders.

His anger slowly bubbling down, he hated and loved that she could calm him with her patient actions and soothing touch.

He was about reprimand her for getting up from the bed in her wounded state. But before he could say anything she started “Jason, I’m fine…I’ll heal up by tomorrow. Don’t worry about me.”

He placed his forehead on her uninjured part of forehead carefully, his body still flowing with concern and said “I will never stop worrying about you Raven, it hurts me to see you in pain and it hurts me even more to know that I wasn’t here to protect you from it.”

She smiled and reached up to place a kiss on his forehead, swallowing up the pain in her ankle and said softly “You are here now.”

His heart soothed with her words, yes he was here now and he vowed to himself to always be there and with that he leaned down and placed her lips on hers, engulfing both of them in a passionate and loving embrace which they were deprived of for four months.

After a while he parted from her, both of them panting but he still continued his ministrations on her, kissing from her cheek to her neck making her moan. Not able to get enough of her, good god have mercy on him, he missed her addictive taste so much.

After a while he pulled away from her, staring into her eyes lovingly. Wordlessly he bent down and carried her bridal style to her bed and placed her gently saying with a gentle kiss on her forehead “I will always be there for you.”

He stripped once again out of his suit and smirked seeing Raven blush at the sight of him clad only in his boxers, almost three years and he still made her blush.

He approached her, flexing his muscles and almost groaned seeing the lust in her eyes. Well that would come tomorrow, once she was all well no power on earth would be able to pull him away from her.

The vigilante laid next to her and she slowly sprawled herself over him, her head resting over his heart and with cautious reluctance he wrapped his arms around her after pulling the comforter over them and asked “Are you okay?”

“With you, how can I not be?”

She said in a sleepy voice and his heart skipped a beat. There was no place where he would rather be than here- with the girl he loves with everything he has- in his arms.

Yup, he loves her. Now he just had to tell her.

#jayrae #redrae #raex #raven #jason todd #teen titans #dc #fluff #prompts

[littleredroseonthevalley]

Chess

Summary: Noah teaches Emma how to play chess.

Rating: K - Intended for general audience 5 years and older. Content should be free of any coarse language, violence, and adult themes.

Words: 1700

Notes: Pure, indulgent fluff. Told ya a Noah fic would come up eventually. Enjoy.

It was late afternoon on a Friday. The majority of students had already left school, hoping to seize as much of the weekend as possible.

Noah was at the library, hovering over a chess set, placing the pieces according to the indications on a book opened in his lap, when Emma passed through the window. She was interested about what he could be doing in such a strange setting, and so she stopped by to wonder at the scene.

“Why, take a picture, don’t you?” Noah mumbled, with humour in his tone, after a few minutes of attentive staring. “It’ll last you longer.”

“I’m sorry… I was just curious. Are you playing chess with yourself?” She asked, standing up on the ball of her feet to check out the board.

“Kind of. I’m studying up on strategy.” He responded, showing her the book.

“Ah! Cool!” She marvelled. “So, you play chess, too?”

He shrugged. “I had a lot of free time at juvie. Chess was something they taught us back there.”

“Oh! I…” She stuttered, not knowing exactly what to answer. “My dad, he plays too, on Saturdays at the community centre. My mom never had the patience to learn, though.”

“I like it. It helps focusing in one, mostly inconsequential, thing. It’s relaxing.” He points out. “Would you like to play?”

Emma shook her head emphatically. “Oh, no, I don’t know how to play either.”

“No problem, I’ll teach you.” Noah offered. “Payback for all your history tutoring.”

“Would you? I’d love to learn.” The girl said, eyes bright with excitement. “Wait up! I’ll go around.”

“Just climb up the window. There’s no-one around.” He pointed out.

The cheerleader seemed uneasy with the prospect, but under Noah’s gaze, she caved. He offered her a hand, and so she put up a leg up the ledger and the football player pulled her up inside.

“Hello, there.” He greeted, smiling, having his arms around her.

The teenage girl flushed deeply. “Hey, yourself.”

He let her go, and they took their seats across from each other and the set between them. The room was completely empty, and even more silent than usual, with the librarian nowhere to be seen.

“How did you manage to stay in the library alone, after hours?” Emma asked. “I thought the faculty did not like you.”

Noah shrugged. “They don’t, but they are so underpaid, they don’t really care either way. The librarian left at three and didn’t look back.”

She shook her head in derision. The district really should take better care of the public schools.

“Basically, the aim of the game is to hit the other person’s king, in a move called checkmate.” Noah explained, pointing to the small king sat on his side of the board.

Her eyes drifted over the board, noting how Noah had easily set up the pieces and wondering how he remembered where each one went. “Ah, okay, and how do I do that?”

“Right, well, there are different pieces, so here you have a rook, a knight, and that one’s a bishop.... There’s the king and queen.��� The brunet teen gestured to each piece in kind. “The most important thing is to learn how the pieces move, each one has a different pattern. Both the king and queen can move in any direction. However, the king can only be moved one space at a time, but the queen can move as far as the board allows, as long as it’s a straight line.”

“So, what you’re saying is that the Queen is more powerful than the men?” She grinned, wickedly.

“Well, yeah, naturally.” He responded with emphatical certainty. “When they were programming computers to play this game, a guy called Emmanuel Laskier said that the Queen is worth twice as much as the King.”

“Was he right?” She asked.

He shrugged. “His computer beat the world champion in 2005. You tell me.”

“Cool” The girl said, smiling. “Can I give mine a name?”

Noah looked up at her and chuckled at her enthusiasm. “Sure, just don’t get too attached. Chess is a game of sacrifice.”

“Well, that’s too bad, ‘cause you won’t be killing my Queen Emma.” She countered immediately, making Noah laugh and shake his head.

“What are you going to call your king?” He asked nonchalantly, glancing down at the table where the game was resting.

“Let’s see how the game rolls around, then I’ll decide on one. I don’t want to get attached.” Emma said, picking up a pawn that had fallen on its side. “After all, chess is a game of sacrifice.”

“If you sacrifice the King, you lose the game.” He points out.

She pondered, smiling. “Decisions, decisions.”

“What are those ones again? These cute little towers…” Emma cleverly changes the subject, pointing at the piece one of the corners of the board.

“Rooks, they’re called rooks.” Noah corrected with an amused grin, “Rooks can move horizontally or vertically, as many spaces as you like. These ones, the bishops, go diagonally. Knights are a bit tricky; they can move in ‘L’ shapes. So across two spaces and one up or across one and up two.”

The young apprentice nodded, pointing at each piece and reciting what her teacher had said in her head.

“Right! I think I got you, but there is one piece missing. What are these little guys and how do they move?” She picked up one of the smaller playing pieces.

“Yes, of course. Those are called pawns. They can only move forward one or two spaces, but can take an opponent’s piece one diagonal space, too.”

She nodded again.

“Ready to try a game?” Noah asked.

“Let’s give it a go!” Emma straightened her posture and sat with her legs crossed as she focused intently on the board. Noah set the board so she has the whites, allowing her to move first. Not really knowing what to do, she chooses a random pawn to push forward.

A few moves each later, and the game was only ever increasing in difficulty. Her eyebrows were furrowed, confusion written all over her face as her eyes darted across the board.

Noah could not help the soft smile on his face as he admired her concentrated expression, taking in the way the sunlight coming from the open windows framed her soft features. Her lashes casting a shadow on her cheeks, the way her hair shone in the light, the pout of her lips as she tried to think of her next move.

He noticed immediately that, if she moved her knight a certain way, it would put his king in check.

“If you move your knight…” He prompted.

He watched she nod. “Is that the horse one?” She asked, pointing at one of her knights.

Noah nodded in turn. “Yeah, that’s the one. Try moving the other one.”

“Oh, okay! D4 to... D4... D4 to...” She felt her cheeks heating up again as she realized she had no idea exactly where to move the knight to.

“D4 to E6.” Noah supplied easily, and watched as the knight sliced away his bishop.

“Oh! Thank you!” She grinned in gratitude. “How did you see that?”

“Practice. You’ll pick up on it, too.” He replied easily.

Noah studied the board. He noticed that, in two moves he could have her in checkmate, but if he moved his rook to the other side, she would be able to move her bishop to checkmate him.

He enjoyed playing with her. Her comments could be taken as grating or juvenile, but he liked how easy-going she took the game, or how excited she was to learn it.

Back when he was behind bars, the instructors were not very interested or motivated in teaching them, nor the inmates really wanted to learn. He just did it to pass the time.

He wanted to harness that energy, that new-found enjoyment, and a win could help keeping her motivated.

Noah glanced up at her, at her focus on the board, and the decision to throw the game was easy. He moved his rook into the dreadful empty space.

That is when she saw it. Finally, she saw a way to win!

“Oh! Oh! F6 to D8!” She exclaimed excitedly, jumping up on her feet as she moved the bishop to hit the king out of the way. “I did it! Look, Noah, I did it! Oh God!”

Her grin was wide, her sheer excitement evident, and Noah could not help but fall for her even more in that moment.

“Natural talent, I guess.” He said with a shrug as he began to collect up the board pieces.

He was interrupted by she wrapping her arms around him excitedly. “Thank you so much for teaching me! I’ve always wanted to play and now I can!”

She pulled away and grinned up at him when she suddenly realized how close she was to him. Before she could convince herself otherwise, she reached up and pressed her lips to his, wrapping her arms around his neck as he immediately dropped the pawn he was holding onto to grip her waist and kiss back.

Even after kissing her a few times over the last few weeks, he still could not believe when it happened. It seemed like a happiness that should be denied to someone like him.

Too soon for his liking, though, Emma pulled away, a huge grin on her face as she bit her lip and giggled at his lovesick expression.

She leaned down to where her king and queen pieces were stood and held the king up to Noah, “I guess I have a name for him, now! King Noah the Smart. Sounds pretty good, right?”

Noah felt his face grow warm, and he averted his eyes. “Why did you give it this name?”

“Well, if you want me to feel motivated to protect him, I guess I should name him after something I care about.”

He laughed, awkwardly. “I’m sure he’d jump in front of a moving bishop to protect Queen Emma, too.”

“He shouldn’t.” She hugged his midsection. “And he shouldn’t throw games against her, either.”

He smiled, sheepish. “Rematch?”

“You’re on.”

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt.67

Lance felt weak and shaky, like his legs wouldn’t hold him up. He was still freaking over the condom, but also knew Keith really had taken care of him. Keith’s honest feelings on it all helped him justify his, yet he was pissed Coran hadn’t let him talk to Keith in his own way... Even if it seemed like the bandage needed to be ripped off of the conversation, he felt raw from panic. Supported by Keith, as much as Keith felt supported by him, they headed back to the briefing room. Lance immediately trying not to recoil at the sight of Shiro. He felt bad enough for all the drama he’d caused. His head wasn’t on straight and he wasn’t going to much use at the moment. He didn’t know what to do and finding his hand resting on his empty belly proved too much for him

“I’m sorry guys. For how I acted... I don’t think I’m up for this right now”

Keith semi turned, a crooked smile his attempt at being reassuring

“Maybe not yet. Guys, we’re going to head back to Lance’s room. He... we’re both drained. We’ll talk later”

“You can stay...”

Lance didn’t want to be alone, but selfish for holding Keith back from his work

“No. Right now my priority is you. This is a bit too much for both of us. Let’s just go back to your room”

Tears started to roll down Lance’s face again

“I’m sorry...”

“It’s okay. You don’t need to apologise”

“I...”

“Shhh, it’s okay. Sorry guys, but we need to be alone for a bit...”

“Can Blue come? And Kosmo?”

Keith looked to Allura who looked to Shiro

“They’re at ours. I’ll swing by and pick them both up”

“Thanks. Here that, they’ll be back soon”

He shouldn’t be this upset over a near miss, but his body was grieving something that hadn’t happened

“Thank you...”

As his knees gave out, Keith caught him. His boyfriend too good at that. The vampire didn’t know why his whole body was choosing now to embarrass him like this. It was like all his energy was gone and that was left was the need to cling to Keith

“I’ve got him. I’ll see you when you drop the fur kids off”

*

Finding his way back to Lance’s room was thanks to Lance’s directions. He said he felt strong enough to walk, so Keith let him, even if carrying his boyfriend had hurt his tender back he didn’t want to let him go.

Getting back to Lance’s room, they both moved to climb into his bed, Keith spooned around Lance

“Wanna talk?”

“Can you just hold me? I didn’t mean to make a scene”

“Nah. When we walked in, I realised I wasn’t up for it either”

“It’s not that... I’m okay, but... hormones”

“I think we were stupid for thinking we could walk into a meeting like that after a scare”

Lance nosed into his pillow, Keith wiggling down cuddle him better

“I felt better having talked to you. Then it just hit again”

“Coran said you might feel like this for a bit”

“It sucks. It doesn’t feel like after a normal heat”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. It’s probably my mostly in my head and stuff... we’re not ready for a baby... my hormones are being stupid”

Keith kissed Lance’s shoulder, feeling kind of useless

“You can’t help it. They’re probably going to continue the briefing, let’s take a nap until Shiro brings Kosmo and Blue back”

“Stay?”

As if that was even a question

“Not going anywhere”

Lance seemed to finally have nodded off when a soft knock disturbed them

“Wha...?”

Keith hadn’t napped, he wanted to but feared Lance having a nightmare from stress

“Shiro was dropping the kids off, remember. I’ll talk to him, you get some more rest”

“Okay... I’m still tired”

“I know. I’ll be right outside”

Kissing his boyfriend’s shoulder, Keith carefully climbed out of bed before heading over to open the door and letting himself out into the hall.

Shiro had scratched on his arm, and a very pissed looking Blue in Kosmo’s carrier. Kosmo looked proud of himself wearing his harness and lead, body wagging as he started trying to climb up Keith’s leg. Bending down, he scooped up Kosmo, trying not to look Shiro in the eye

“How’s Lance? I see you’ve forgiven him”

“He’s resting. Thanks for bringing them over”

“Keith...”

Keith bit the inside of his cheek. He didn’t want to fight

“We talked...”

“Rieva explained Lance might feel down for a few days. She didn’t have an answer for what happened this morning”

“Shiro, don’t”

“He hurt your feelings”

“He had a scare! He... we had a scare”

Snapping at Shiro, Keith leaned back against the wall, cuddling Kosmo as Kosmo tried to licked his face

"What do you mean?"

keith was still kind of freaking out... He'd talked to Lance... and well, if he didn't tell Shiro, then Shiro wouldn't understand

"He found a broken condom... He thought... well, we both had a scare”

Shiro out down Blue, his brother moving to wrap his arm around Keith’s shoulders

“I don’t know what to say. Is he okay? Are you okay?”

“He’s sleeping. He needs to rest. We thought we could face going to the briefing...”

“Did Coran give him something to take?”

“Didn’t need to... I don’t remember it breaking during, and we’re both pretty shaken over it”

“Keith, if there’s a risk...”

Keith shook his head

“There isn’t. We just... didn’t clean up that well. Coran said the way Lance felt now was to be expected if he wasn’t... I didn’t stop him, and I didn’t tell him not it. And he didn’t try to... We needed to calm down a bit...”

Shiro cleared his throat, his brother probably felt awkward

“Have you... Has he...?”

“We don’t want to rush into kids. We like us and learning about us, and if he wants to take a contraceptive after he’s calm, he knows I support him”

“Keith, are you sure that it didn’t?”

“Pretty sure... I... don’t know to explain it, but, it’s like after... we can think again. I think we would have noticed... He didn’t mean to be rude this morning. He was scared”

“Keith, you keep talking about him, but what about you. How do you feel about a baby? How do you feel that he could be?”

Keith sighed

“It feels... scary. We used protection. We like us how we are. I really like him, Shiro. He was scared this would break us up. He panicked and thought I didn’t think he respected me, or cared about me, and didn’t want me thinking he only said it because of the broken condom. We talked for a bit Coran’s office. So we’re trying to be on the same page more”

“I’m glad you talked. And I’m glad you told me. I don’t want to be the kind of brother you can’t talk to about these things”

“I know. We’re being careful. His heat really messed things up. He’s so ashamed of them”

“I can’t imagine”

“He feels like he betrayed me by going into heat over a strangers scent. I want to punch him for being stupid”

“He couldn’t help it”

“He was too upset to listen right now”

“He probably doesn’t need me upsetting him. You best get back”

“Yeah. We’re going to take a nap and watch some movies later. I’m sorry about the briefing”

“Your heart’s in the right place. If we get time, I need to talk to you before we try again tomorrow”

Keith nodded, before raising his hand to run his fingers through his hair

“Yeah. Tomorrow. Sorry, my head’s all over the place”

“Careful of Blue she’s cranky without Lance. She and Kosmo set the alarm off at home getting into trouble. Didn’t want to go in Kosmo’s carrier at all”

“Lance would say she’s a princess who should be travelling in her own carrier”

“She’s got the attitude. Call me if you need anything”

That reminded him

“Oh... Chocolate. Lance said he felt like chocolate. And blood. I don’t know if he’s got any bags here. And some clothes...”

Shiro kissed his hair

“Sure thing, kiddo. I’ll drop by later and make sure you both still okay”

Shiro had his moments, this was one of them

“Thanks. Thanks for being here”

“Anytime, kiddo. Don’t forget, no matter stressed you feel, patience yields focus. Be patient with yourself”

“I know”

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