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steddieas-shegoes · 1 year

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For the requests! I present to you...

Eddie reacting to Steve in a crop top and super short shorts for the very first time ever as Steve's just minding his own business and doing the most mundane things ever 👀

Oh what FUN. I needed this prompt SO bad and I had fun with it. Honestly I relate to Eddie so much here: just completely feral over Steve in a crop top and shorts. Hope you enjoy! - Mickala ❤️

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Hawkins was hot during the summer, but that was nothing to the Florida heat.

Florida wasn’t Eddie’s idea, to be clear.

His idea was anywhere not south.

July was hot enough everywhere, why make it worse?

Apparently, he was the only one with common fucking sense.

But Steve insisted on a beach trip, and apparently the only beach that was sufficient for the kids was in Florida.

Eddie wasn’t built for this. He was pale, only owned long black jeans, and his hair stuck to his face and neck the moment he started to break a sweat.

But Steve was so excited and the kids were so excited and so Eddie was tolerating it.

Steve bought an actual RV.

When Max got out of the hospital, basically adopted her when her mom was nowhere to be found, he bought one, not too big, but big enough for everyone to have a space.

Robin took the couch, insisted on it, not sharing with anyone, not even Steve. El and Max took a bottom bunk, Dustin the other bottom bunk. Steve didn’t let Mike and Will share a bunk because he went full parent mode the second he saw them holding hands, so Will took one top bunk with Lucas and Mike took the other. Which left Steve obviously taking the queen bed in the back, and Eddie the bed with him or the floor.

So Eddie argues with himself for a week leading up to the whole long two day ride to Florida about sleeping on the floor, about maybe trying to bunk with Dustin, who kicks and snores like a grown man fighting in a boxing ring. Considered begging Mike to suck it up and share so he wouldn’t have to face what he’d been ignoring for six months now: that he was ass over head, disgustingly, write songs about him, in love with Steve Harrington.

He barely even talks to Steve, probably coming across as an asshole, but Robin covers for him, makes sure he’s given the space he needs to come to terms with the fact he has to share a bed with Steve on this journey.

By the end of the first day, he’d managed to come to terms with sharing a bed with him. A queen bed was big enough for space between them, he could wake up first so there’d be no chance of Steve seeing how hard he would be. He could make it work.

Making it work apparently meant not sleeping at all.

He didn’t even close his eyes. He felt every movement next to him, heard every breath Steve let out, every groan when he moved in a way that caused his healed but still sore bat bites to twinge.

He felt every twinge in his heart knowing that Steve was turned towards him, getting closer with every movement, and he had to ignore it.

He had to ignore it because if he didn’t, he’d turn around and pull Steve against him, play with his stupid, soft hair, and run his hand up and down his stupid, muscular, naked back.

So he was a bit tired on day two of their travels. Steve asked if he could drive for a couple hours so he could braid the girls’ hair. What was he supposed to say? No?

Not fucking likely.

So he drove, even though he was exhausted, and hadn’t drive an RV before in his life, and probably shouldn’t have been allowed near a real map for any reason other than passing it to someone else.

Robin, luckily, saw him struggling, and quickly made her way to the passenger seat to be navigator.

She didn’t say anything about it, she didn’t ask about his night, and she didn’t offer to trade sleeping spots with him. He tried not to be a little bitchy about it, but honestly, she was supposed to be Steve’s best friend, why couldn’t she sleep with him?

When Steve finally yelled to him to pull off the next exit to switch, he felt like he could breathe again.

Maybe he could take a nap in the bed since Steve was driving now.

But then Dustin wanted to talk about the campaign they’d do when they got to the campsite and Will got involved and then Mike had to add his (wrong) opinion about a trap that he was convinced Eddie would throw in. Eddie’s head was starting to hurt and they still had six hours to go.

Eddie managed to sneak away to the bedroom after they stopped for gas and lunch, slept for maybe 30 minutes, then got woken up by El, who wanted her nails painted to match her bathing suit and he couldn’t say no.

Of course, Max decided she wanted her nails painted too, and then Robin said she needed a touch up and didn’t trust herself to do it so Eddie got wrangled into painting everyone’s nails.

He barely even realized when they arrived.

But suddenly, Steve was standing next to him, smiling down at him, making Eddie want to die and also propose marriage at the same time.

“The kids are already running to the water. Wanna help me set up?”

Steve could have asked him to murder someone and he would, so he said yes.

“Cool, I’ll just change. Can you get the awning out and the chairs set up?”

“Yep, don’t take too long and make me do all the work.”

Steve laughed. Eddie laughed.

Eddie was serious, but if anyone could get away with making him do all the work, it was Steve.

So he got started on it all.

He watched Robin walking slowly towards where the kids were running along the water’s edge to keep an eye on them, all of them just a little nervous to let them out of their sights still.

He started turning the crank of the awning, already sweating from the heat and humidity, the breeze just blowing more hot air and sand at him.

He’d never been to the beach before, and he was quickly realizing why he didn’t mind that.

Once the awning was set, he opened the side compartment to pull out some of the camping chairs Steve bought for the occasion.

“Everything going okay?”

Eddie looked up to answer Steve and froze.

Steve had changed.

He’d changed into the shortest crop top Eddie had ever seen and a pair of shorts that his ass was going to pop out of the moment he bent over.

He couldn’t breathe.

Steve’s skin was just. There.

His scars, the scars that matched Eddie’s, were there.

Out in the open.

So much skin just happening right in front of Eddie’s eyes.

“Eddie? You okay? Need help?”

Eddie coughed, trying to hide the fact he was practically choking on his own spit.

“Good. I’m good. So good. Great.”

Steve’s eyebrows raised, but he nodded.

“Okay, well I’m gonna hook up the plumbing and electric. Think you can get the hot dogs and buns out and start the fire for when the kids come back super hungry?”

Eddie knew he was asking him something, possibly something important, but he didn’t understand any of it. He nodded, though.

He watched Steve walk around to the other side of the RV.

So much skin.

Holy shit.

Eddie wanted to rip those clothes off of him. He wanted to taste the sweat that was dripping down his neck. He wanted to carry him back into the RV, lock the door, and fuck him into the mattress of the bed they had to share later.

He could do it. Robin would keep the kids busy. She’d understand.

But no. There was a reason he hadn’t acted on his feelings. There was a reason he’d been keeping his distance, making sure he was never alone with Steve.

He was so lost in his thoughts he almost didn’t notice when Steve came back around the corner, sweatier than before, his skin glistening in the sun.

God, this had to be illegal. This was a war crime. This was torture.

Survived almost being eaten alive by demon bats just to die in Florida watching Steve hook up an RV.

Sounds like a sick joke by the universe, but not that hard to believe considering his history.

“Eds? You good? You look like you need some water.”

Steve was walking up to him now, using the crop top to wipe his forehead, showing off even more skin. Jesus Christ.

“Maybe I do need to cool off. Um. Let me go inside and get some water. Great idea.”

Eddie was somehow making his legs work, rushing into the RV so he could get some space before he did something stupid like kiss Steve and tell him that he loves him.

But Steve was concerned, he should’ve known he would follow him inside.

“Eddie. Hey, just relax. The heat is a lot, maybe you should get your bathing suit on and just cool off a bit. I can handle the rest of this stuff,” Steve said as he grabbed a glass and filled it with water from the sink.

Must’ve got the water working then.

Steve, to Eddie’s horror and delight, sat down next to him and put his arm around him, handing him the glass of water with a worried look.

Eddie took it, ignoring the way his hands were shaking, hoping Steve would ignore it too.

He didn’t.

“Eddie, shit. You overdid it. I shouldn’t have had you helping out in that heat like that. You’re still technically healing.” Steve’s hand ghosted over where Eddie’s worst scars were on his sides. “I’m sorry. Just stay in here, I’ll get the AC going so it’s cool. You can change, maybe you’ll cool off faster.”

Eddie knew the problem wasn’t really the heat. And Steve wasn’t going to stop this.

Eddie was watching the way the crop top rode up the more Steve fretted over him, the way his thighs were fighting their way out of the shorts.

He had to tell him.

Eddie pulled away from him for a moment, took a really long look at the scar on Steve’s thigh that wasn’t Upside Down related, and then sighed.

“You’re killing me. The heat sucks, but it’s nothing compared to what you’re doing to me.”

That should’ve been where he stopped. But he didn’t.

“Stevie, you’re like, the hottest guy I’ve ever seen. Like, hotter than Ozzy and James Hetfield combined. Which is crazy because you are nothing like them. You’re you. And like I’m me. And I’m really gay. If that wasn’t clear yet then now it is. I’m super gay. I’m also super into you. I know you’re not into guys, even if you were, you wouldn’t be into me. So like, I get that this is weird and you don’t even have to look at me for the rest of the trip. I’ll sleep on the floor or something. It’s just this outfit is sending me over the edge. I didn’t even know they made shorts that short. And that top? It’s breaking my brain. It’s leaking out of my ears.”

Steve was laughing by the end, which isn’t the worst thing that could be happening, but it certainly wasn’t the best.

“And I mean, when I say super into you, I don’t just mean stupid little high school crush. I mean like I’m in love with you. I love you entirely too much. Like, probably enough where I would be creeped out if someone loved me this much. So I think you should go back outside and let me just wallow in my self pity for a bit in here and then I’ll come back outside and pretend I didn’t just tell you the biggest secret I’ve been keeping for months.”

“Are you done?” Steve asked, no longer laughing, but smiling fondly at him.

Eddie nodded, worried that his outburst probably ruined everything.

But then Steve’s lips were on his, and his hands were in his hair, and his thighs were straddling his lap.

Eddie’s brain shut off and his body took over.

It wasn’t his first kiss by any means, but it was the first kiss with Steve Harrington, which made it more special by default.

He let his hands fall to Steve’s naked thighs, moaning into the kiss when he felt his muscles shift under his palms as he adjusted to a more comfortable position.

Steve pulled away and looked at him with droopy eyes.

“What were you thinking about out there? You were lost in your own world.”

“I was thinking about fucking you into the mattress of that bed while Robin distracts the kids.”

Steve groaned and kissed him again.

“Can we do that?”

Jesus. Steve was something else.

“Sweetheart, as much as I know you’d far surpass any fantasy I’ve had, the kids could be back any minute and we won’t have an explanation for them.”

“We don’t need an explanation if we just tell them the truth,” Steve pouted, trailing soft kisses down Eddie’s neck.

“So you wanna sit them all down and tell them their dad was fucking their mom into the mattress?”

Steve pulled away and smacked Eddie’s chest.

“No! I just figured we could say you needed a nap. Since you didn’t sleep last night.”

Eddie paled. How the fuck did Steve know that?

“Relax. I was asleep last night, it’s not like I was watching you struggle to keep distance between us. But I saw how tired you were this morning and Robin let it slip that you couldn’t get comfortable and made my assumptions.”

Eddie shook his head.

“Well then you’ll know I am actually tired. I probably could use that nap.”

Steve placed a quick kiss to his lips.

“Then you should take one. I’ll finish up outside.”

“Kinda want you with me though.”

“One of us has to be the responsible parent who sets everything up and gives the kids dinner.”

“Oh my god,” Eddie smirked. “This is like your ultimate fantasy isn’t it? Road trip with your kids and your partner?”

Steve blushed.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“But I’m right! That’s why I love you, Stevie,” Eddie said before kissing his forehead. “I’ll come start the fire for the hot dogs. You stay away from me so I can focus.”

“Damn. I was gonna take off the shirt, though.”

Eddie closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“I am begging you to keep it on.”

“Oh. Is this like a thing for you?” Steve teased.

“So what if it is?”

“Then I’ll keep it on and you can fuck me into the mattress with it on later. How’s that sound, big boy?”

Eddie’s jaw dropped.

“Using my own words against me? Unbelievable.”

Steve shrugged and got off his lap, much to Eddie’s dismay.

“I’ll have Robin bring the kids on a night walk along the beach later. Sound okay?”

“Sweetheart, nothing’s ever sounded better.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #robin buckley #the party #ficlet #request #steve in a crop top and short shorts #it broke me picturing it and Eddie is long gone

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so-long-soldier-writes · 9 months

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More Than Friends

kai parker x reader (80s!kai x witch!reader)

summary: your "more than friends" status with kai is revealed when you lose hold of a silencing spell. jo, of course, has a lot to say about it.

tags: jo's boyfriend, fluff, smut, choking, vaginal sex, pet names, overstimulation, loss of consciousness, spell failure, dysfunctional family, mentions of child abuse, siphoning

word count: 2.9k

“Do you hear that?”

The smallest sound of a girl’s whine is heard over the movie playing. The boy watching the screen turns to his girlfriend to see if she caught it, too.

“Jo?”

“Hm, what?”

“Did you hear that noise?”

Suddenly, on the tv, a woman cries out. The killer has slashed her throat.

“That one?”

“No, you goof, the one coming from upstairs. I thought we were home alone tonight.”

“We are. Aside from Kai, but Kai is Kai. He doesn’t leave his room.”

“Well could he be doing anything to be making that noise?”

“Jackson, I don’t even hear a noise. But no, he has strict orders from Dad and he knows the consequences if he breaks them.”

Jackson stills. Maybe he didn’t hear anything. In the back of his mind, he knows he did, but if Jo says it’s nothing, it’s nothing. Besides, if it is her brother, he figures it’s best to leave it alone. Jack’s never met Kai - Jo’s been adamant about that - but he does know the basics from her and her siblings.

You can’t touch him, and you really shouldn’t talk to him. He can hurt people just by touching them, and will hurt people to get his way.

Jo’s little sister, Clara, had said to him once: if Kai doesn’t wear his gloves, Daddy gets mad, because then he can hurt us. He did it to Sarah once and made her cry.

That alone is enough to keep him away from the boy. And despite his curiosities, he refuses to pry, mostly out of fear of Jo’s dad. Even without the dangerous son, the man is scary. The first time he showed up on the doorstep to take Jo out on a date, he had nearly threatened him. Sure, that’s a typical dad thing, but something tells him that Joshua Parker wouldn’t hesitate to actually harm him if he thinks it’s necessary. Maybe that’s where Kai gets it…

An eerie chuckle from the TV snaps the boy out of his thoughts as Chucky approaches his next victim.

Jo curls into her boyfriend, sweating. “Maybe we should’ve watched “Children of the Corn” instead,” she mutters.

Oh, yeah, that’s another thing…

Jackson’s mind flashes back to about an hour ago, when they were picking the movie.

“Not “Children of the Corn”,” Jo shudders, “that boy shares a name with my brother.”

Kai’s real name is Malachai. How creepy is that?!

“Eh, I think we’re better off with the killer doll,” he decides, also perturbed by the name.

As Jo cuddles into him, he starts to forget the sounds he thought he heard upstairs.

~~~~~

You’re breathing heavily, hardly. Kai’s hand is around your throat as he rocks his body into you. He pulls out nearly all the way before thrusting back in, and you swear his cock is reaching your stomach. His other hand holds onto your waist to keep you in place, probably leaving a bruise you’ll find in the morning. Every so often, he ducks his head to nip and lick at your breasts. Or, he’ll lock eyes with you, and you’ll feel your pussy fluttering, wetness pooling.

“Kai,” you mutter, eyes fluttering. Between his grip and the pleasure, you’re having trouble forming words.

And normally you wouldn’t care, but one thing’s wrong: the spell is breaking, you can feel it. You’re losing your concentration, and quite frankly, your consciousness.

“Kai. Sl-slow d-, wait-” the last word turns into another moan, and you’re unable to get his attention.

You can feel the energy of the magic in the room as it weakens. Though as the spell fizzles out, your orgasm draws nearer. Harder, even, as if the magic is channeling itself into you instead of holding up your silencing spell. Kai repositions his fingers on your neck, but he doesn’t slow down. There’s no telling what Jo is probably hearing now. The thought of her telling on you two starts to fill you with fear. Sweat beads at your forehead and you fight to cry out your boyfriend’s name as he keeps pace.

“Cum for me, Princess,” he whispers into your neck.

The pet name takes you out, quite literally. Forgetting all about Jo and the spell, your orgasm hits you. White spots take over your vision and your mouth becomes dry. Equal parts pain - from his grip on your neck - and pleasure - between your high and his, occurring at the same time - are felt throughout your body. He spills into you, filling you so much that it already starts to leak out. Your legs are shaking hard, and for a second, you black out.

When your head slacks onto the pillow, Kai stops abruptly and removes his hand from your neck. “Princess, are you okay? Wake up, please, come on.” He gently taps the sides of your face to bring you back to consciousness. With no luck, panic starts to rise in his chest. “Y/N, please.” Grabbing the water bottle beside the bed, he puts the cool metal against your neck, hoping a temperature shock will do the trick.

Immediately, your eyes open. You wake gasping, still feeling the effects of your high.

“Hey, gorgeous, you okay? Sit up, let me get you some water.” Kai fully pulls out of you, then comes to your side to tuck a few pillows under your head. He holds the bottle as you drink, playing with your hair gently at the same time.

Finally, you’re stable enough to look at him. Before you can get a word out, he’s already talking. “Baby, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you. Are you okay? I think I choked you too hard, or maybe I should’ve slowed down. Fuck. I’m sorry.”

His concern melts your heart. “Shh, it’s okay,” you sit up to cradle his face, assuring him he didn’t hurt you. “I’m totally fine, and you didn’t do anything wrong. I enjoyed every minute of that, Kai.”

“You blacked out because of me.”

“Yeah, because you can fuck me that well, Kai. That’s something to be proud of.”

He tries to smile, but you can see he’s still worried.

“I promise I’m okay.”

“Okay… can I at least take you downstairs to go get some orange juice? I don’t want you passing out again. Just in case.”

“Of course.” But as soon as you say it, you realize, “wait.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Part of the reason I think I blacked out was the spell.”

“What? What spell?”

“Kai - the silencing spell.”

His blood runs cold, “oh fuck.”

“I lost it right before we came. I think I tried to warn you, but I was too lost in the feeling.”

“Oh fuck, Y/N, I’m sorry! You tried to stop me, this is my fault!”

“No, no, no, hey, baby, come here.” The boy avoids your eyes, so you hold his face to make him look at you. “It is not your fault. And even if it was, I don’t care. It’s not the end of the world if your innocent little sister hears us.”

“She’s my twin,” Kai misses the point.

“Kai.”

“Hm?”

“She’ll live.”

“But if she tells Dad, we’re both screwed. He’ll ban you; he’ll do a stupid little spell that’ll keep us apart.”

“Then we’ll just have to bribe her. Chocolates?”

“Y/N, she’s daddy’s good little girl,” he mocks, “she’ll tell.”

You try to hide your anxiety. If Kai knows you’re worried, he’ll be ten times as worried. “Well, we can’t undo it. What’s done is done.”

“Maybe you didn’t lose the spell?”

Biting your lip, you answer, “no, I definitely did. But it’ll be okay, okay? Let’s just… go downstairs, like you said. Because to be honest, I am still a little out of it,” you try to refocus his anxiety onto your black out instead of his fear, “and if she brings it up, I’ll handle it.”

Thankfully, he nods.

“I promise you, it’ll be fine, Kai.” You give him a kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. I trust you.”

“I trust you, too, pumpkin.”

Minutes later when you’ve dressed, you and Kai head downstairs, hand-in-hand. He’s still adamant about getting you an orange juice, and has now suggested several snacks, too. Though the sound of the TV being on as you near the kitchen has him holding your hand more tightly.

“It’s okay,” you whisper, “maybe it blocked us out.”

The way the Parker house is designed, anyone in the living room can clearly see anyone in the kitchen, and vice versa. The fridge door, however, blocks the person looking inside it. So the minute Kai opens the fridge, and you’re left standing by the sink, Josette’s and Jackson’s eyes turn to you.

“Hey, guys. Are youuuuu-?” You drag out the last letter, pointing at the unfamiliar boy.

“Jackson, Jo’s boyfriend.”

“Right.” You knew she had a boyfriend, but had never met him. Kai hadn’t, either.

“And who are you?” He shoots the question back at you.

Jo, however, cuts you off before you can even start to speak, “Kai’s only friend, that apparently, is a little more than a friend.”

So they heard. Whoops.

“Yeah, um, about that…”

“Dad gave you one rule when you started hanging out with my brother, and it was to not touch him. Do you not remember that?!”

“Oh but how could I not? His skin is so soft,” you whine.

“Y/N!”

“Jo, how am I not going to touch him? He’s my best friend.” You notice her eyes harden as soon as you say that. “What am I supposed to do if he needs a hug? Or if we’re watching a movie and our shoulders touch slightly? Ooh,” you make a wide gesture with your hands, “scandalous!”

“Y/N, this isn’t you.”

“Oh, it isn’t?! I’m sorry, was I supposed to come here almost every day to see you and pretend I didn’t notice your brother being left out of things? Forced to wear those stupid gloves because your daddy thinks he’s trying to hurt you? Not even allowed to talk to people, not allowed to leave his room half the time, not allowed to go on these stupid family functions you always have? Even I got invited to one of those, and I’m not even a part of this family. Josette, it’s insane! No wonder you think he’s crazy, you don’t even know him! You’ve never even let boyfriend over here meet him. Whatcha gonna do if he marries in? Say, ‘oh that’s my twin brother, but you’re never even gonna make face-to-face contact with him’? That screams dysfunctional family, and that’s not Kai’s fault!”

This interaction wasn’t going as planned. You hadn’t meant to start a fight with your ex-best-friend, you wanted to convince her not to tell on you and her brother. Well now she definitely will. Yet, you can’t stop.

“We are a dysfunctional family because of him, Y/N! He’s the reason we’re like this.”

“Why?! Because he was born different?! Because he doesn’t have ma-”

“Shut up, Y/N!” Her eyes widen as she scolds you.

Jo never says anything remotely close to a bad word, nor does she raise her voice. Her reaction only means one thing: Jackson doesn’t know. He doesn’t know they’re witches. Holy shit. You look over to Kai, both of you wearing shocked expressions.

The house goes quiet. Jo’s embarrassed by her own outburst, and everyone else is too speechless.

Finally, she calms, “just stop. I’m sorry I yelled. I don’t want to fight with you, I just want to know why you’re with him,” her face has a look of disgust, “like that.”

You sigh, “I’m dating him, because I love him, Jo. Because I let him in, and got to know him, and fell in love with him. He’s not some rabid animal trying to hurt you for fun, and he’s certainly not the man in the house you should be fearing.”

“Wait, me?” Jackson asks, confused, and ruining the seriousness of the conversation.

“No, idiot. Her dad.”

“Oh, yeah, he’s scary.”

Kai finally comes out from behind the fridge door. You knew he was hiding, but now it seems he’s gotten the courage to face his sister. Jackson stares at him, seeing him for the first time. Without glancing up at them, he hands you a glass of orange juice and a snack.

“Eat that.”

“What is it?”

“Cheese blocks. One sec, I have crackers, too.”

“So you’re Mala-”

“Don’t call him that,” you hear Jo mutter.

“-Kai.”

“Yep.”

“And you’re-”

“Y/N.”

“Soooo, best friends,” he points to you and Jo, “then curious about brother, but can’t be friends with both, so you chose brother, now you’re dating?”

“Yep,” you confirm with the same tone your boyfriend just used.

Kai then rises from the pantry floor, crackers in hand. “Eat this, too. Salt good for dizziness.”

“Why are you dizzy?”

Jeez, this boy is nosy.

“You wanna take a guess?” You can’t help being sassy to him.

“Oh.”

“Anyway… we’re going to go watch a movie now. Leave you to Chucky.”

As you turn to go, Jo stops you. “Wait, Y/N-”

“What?”

“I just… I’ve never felt comfortable with you two alone together, but now that you’re… doing that?”

“Jo, never in my life have I felt in danger around Kai.”

“Yeah, but one wrong,” with Jackson facing you, she makes the gesture of a siphon touch to your arm, “and you can,” she then makes one imitating someone being killed.

You take a deep breath. “Said it once, I’ll say it again. Kai’s not the man in here you should fear. That being said, you tell him you heard us, we’re all in deep shit. Including you, for having your boyfriend over when your parents aren’t home.”

“Dad loves Jack, he won’t care.”

“Believe what you want, but all I’m saying is that I snuck into Kai’s window the other night, and we both overheard Joey getting punished for just kissing a girl at school. You cuddling after what’s probably acceptable Daddy Parker hours, and us actually having sex, plus you not intervening with that? We’re all fucked.”

Her face goes blank at your words. “So you really did?”

“What’d you think we were doing? Hardcore cuddling? Nah, our first time was a loooonnngg time ago, Josette.” You pause, waiting to see if she’ll answer. Nothing; too shocked, apparently. “But yeah… don’t let your daddy find out his kids are growing up. I mean, I guess no dad likes to know their kids are doing that, but yours is particularly aggressive. I literally heard the slap to your brother’s face through the walls when he admitted he kissed some Clarissa girl he likes. I flinched. Kai didn’t. Wake up, Jo, your dad is a monster.”

And with your last word spoken, you take the snacks back upstairs, Kai close behind you.

The walk isn’t interrupted by a single voice, and it stays that way until you turn to your boyfriend. You’re on his bed while he’s just watching you.

“Come here, baby,” you make grabby hands towards him like a child, “let me cuddle you. I’m not gonna let him hurt you. Jo won’t tell; she knows I’m right.”

“She won’t change her opinion of him. She’s always going to be a suck up.” He caves and joins you on the bed, laying between your legs, head on your chest. It’s his comfort position whenever he feels scared: close to you, inhaling your scent, feeling your soft breasts on his cheek, hands intertwined.

“Yes, but she won’t tell about us, because she can’t do that without spilling her own secrets. One of them being that Jackson doesn’t even know she’s a witch. Like, that’s insane alone.”

Kai doesn’t answer, but you feel his tension ease up slightly.

“Hey, you need to relax a little more, okay? Take some,” you hold out your forearm for him to siphon, knowing your magic in his bloodstream usually calms him.

“No. Can’t hurt you.”

“Baby, it never hurts.”

“Already hurt you once today.”

“That didn’t hurt, either. I loved that. And I love this.”

He doesn’t answer.

“C’mon, Kai. You need it, and I need it. Makes me feel closer to you. Y’know, I can feel it, just a little, when my magic’s in you. It tingles my stomach. If I relish in it too much, makes me want you. Makes me wet,” you whisper, letting your breath hit his ear. “And I know you can feel it, too.”

Your words affect him, and soon, he becomes hungry for the need for your magic. The need to feel that same tingling effect, now amplified knowing you feel it, too. Slowly, he reaches a hand out, the one that’s not linked with yours, and grasps your forearm. As he focuses, the site glows orange, and the energy transfers between your bodies. You both moan lightly, and you cradle his head closer to you.

“There you go, my angel.”

After a few moments, he breaks contact, but that’s all that’s needed to have you swirling around his bloodstream. The sensation is there, and it’s strong, but you can tell Kai is too tired to take advantage of the feeling. Sometimes, it’s so intimate it puts him to sleep. Like this time, where you can feel the heaviness in his eyes from your linked bodies. It starts to make you tired, too.

“Take a nap, it’s okay.”

“I love you,” he mutters, almost inaudibly. You feel the words from his lips moving on your chest, though, and know what he’s said.

“I love you, too.”

#malachai parker x reader #kai parker x reader #kai parker smut #kai parker fluff #tvd fanfiction

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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year

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Hi so wednesday x reader who is basically itadori who has sukuna inside of them and has already eaten 2 fingers hope its not too complicated

This was a whole lot of words and none of them were probably even what you wanted.

Your an absolute sweetheart who could do no wrong nor harm a fly. Sure you could seemingly outrun a fucking cheetah but other then that there wasn’t anything unusual about that anyone could make by staring at you.

Only until you point out the two occasions where you had swallowed two of the twenty fingers of an all powerful king of curses. That earned you a few unconvinced stares until a sharp tongued mouth and a demonic eye appeared in tandem just under your cheekbone, spouting curses and death threats towards each and every one of your friends. Fun.

The demonic bastard ruined your perfectly normal life and made you an outcast in your old school, which you were then bullied out of the entrance doors by the kids you went out of your way to save and then sent away to Nevermore by your parents who had grown deathly scared of the monster within you that threaten to re decorate the walls of your home with their blood, use their internal organs for decorations and finally utilise their hollowed out heads as lamp shades/candle holders.

Weems was notified by the most notable names of the potential danger you could unintentionally bring upon the school should the king of curses continue to use you in his hunt for the remainder of his fingers and retaining every ounce of his long forgone and mythologised power.

So with two of the twenty fingers haven been swallowed, you were already too much of a problem for Weems and Nevermore but she knew that if she left you out into the streets of Jericho and the king of curses happens to greet everyone with his own eyes, Nevermore would be finished indefinitely when word got out that she sent you away because you were too much a danger to human life to be allowed in. So much so the entire town of Jericho was slaughtered because it.

So in order to satiate her growing fear, Weems tasked the nightshades to keep tabs on you and make sure that your…demonic friends didn’t come out to play. However after the first week of no evidence of you being a massive danger to the school. The nightshades -minus Xavier and Ajax because they went out of their way to befriend you during this time- didn’t see what Weems was so worried about and left you be to do their own thing that they would’ve liked to have been doing in the first place.

So when the one time that you did loose control to the king, Ho boy he was no at all entertained by the so called secrete society that was meant to keep tabs on him. That when Ajax and Xavier were about to head down to the library the saw you or what they thought was you standing near the Poe statue; almost as though you heard them breathing you moved to look them in they eye and that’s when they begun to know why Weems was so afraid. The person staring back at them wasn’t you but the king of cursed himself.

“Shouldn’t have let your guard down Nightshades,” he spat venomously as he threw Kent at their feet to see that his pendant had been obliterated to pieces much like his face was, “this is your line of defence against threats? How pathetic, I shouldn’t have to be trying this hard to maintain my presence within this body but this punk is stronger then I originally thought them out to be.” The king spat as he felt your tugging at him getting stronger by the second as he felt his time quickly slip away.

So before he could allow you to take this moment away from him, the curse stared at the two frightened boys and heeded a them a grave warning. “I shall come back for blood, for this puny moron couldn’t ever hold me back like this forever because one day, oh-ho one day, I shall slaughter every man, woman, child and how many others in this school and in Jericho.”

Once you had regained control, Ajax and Xavier were quick to realises that the black tattoos on your body also faded away. Weems told them that you had only swallowed two fingers and they were already shitting themselves at what you/the king of curses could do if you swallowed just one more if you/him were already able to hand Kent his ass on a silver plater at just two fingers. Ajax dragged Kent to the nurses office whilst Xavier carried you back to your dorm which you didn’t have a roommate as for their safety more so then yours and camped outside your dorm until the next morning.

Ever since Ajax and Xavier have been the only two nightshades to keep an eye on you 24/7. So when Wednesday came to school. She noted that there was something odd about you that she just couldn’t put her finger on. At the comment a mouth and an eye appeared just under your cheek bone, glaring/snarling angrily at her. “What did you just say about me you freaky little meat bag?!” You slapped a hand on the mouth to shut the curse up and looked at the addams apologetically. “I’m so sorry it’s just that I ugh, it’s a stupid story really so I’ll cut you the embarrassing part and tell you that I’m now the host of a potentially powerful curse king.”

“Potentially?! You piece of shit, I AM POWERFUL! I am the fucking King of curses!” The mouth then reappeared on the back of your hand as it boldly shouts to the heavens of it’s title. “Shut the fuck up!” You hissed at the mouth as you threateningly brought out a some sour candy juice spray from your back pocket. “Don’t make me fucking use this on you again!” The curse hissed in distain like a cat but disappeared back into your skin.

“He really hates this stuff, one time I missed my mouth by a long shot and it sprayed into his eye and he wouldn’t stop screaming for hours on end.” You laughed at the memory of the powerful king of curses howling in pain over a misjudged projectile of sour candy spray. You secretly hoped you didn’t ruin anything but were already preparing to move away if you had, however once you had prepared to move elsewhere Wednesday asked, “where are you going?”

“I’m…leaving you be as I don’t want him to hurt you or anyone else in this school and I don’t if you’ve heard but, I’ve already lost control once and almost killed Kent during my blackout.” You told her truthfully but she still looked unfazed by all that you’ve just said. “And?” She asks and that was when you were beginning to worry about her mental state. “And I don’t want you to be nearby incase I do black out and he does come out again.”

Wednesday looked you over before saying with confidence, “you look in control to me, so I have nothing to fear until later events and even then I wouldn’t run away as I would merely find some way to detain you until you regain consciousness.”

“She’s most certainly an interesting one, worm. Then again it must be a trait that every Addams descendant must’ve acquired at birth or something.” The curse told you that night as you were brushing your teeth, “one of ‘em got this close to actually ending me.” “How close again was it?” You asked, the curse groaned “I said this close.” The eye under your cheek bone then began to bring it’s lid down until you could just barely make out the eyelashes that were tickling your skin before it burst back open again.

“Did you catch it this time you twerp?” The curse asked you through the mirror. “Yes I did the first time actually but you were stupid enough to believe me and do it again for a second time.” You snarked back as the curse groaned at how he got duped but you told him to have it in the morning as you were already tired enough as it was and went immediately to bed and fast asleep the moment your head hit the pillow.

The closer you got with Wednesday the more it seemed that the curse also noticing the attachment you were forming with her. So on the occasion the curse would threaten to take over and kill her last so that when you woke up, you’d see her dead body in your bloody arms. Yet you’d always bite back that he had every opportunity to make that moment a reality for you but never did, you went as far as to call him chicken shit but the curse would just offhandedly told you that it unfortunately wasn’t time yet for that.

So whilst you waited for ‘that time’ you and Wednesday began having dates in cemeteries, crypts could abandoned house and so on with the king of curses being a nuisance now and then by popping up now and then in hopes of ruining your moment but to his dismay you had the sour candy spray on hand and would always spray it into his big mouth, where it hit him in the back of his throat and for the rest of your date you were forced to listen to him scream and cough overtly loud in reverb within your consciousness all the while you tried to remain outwardly unaffected.

Wednesday knew that you/the king of curses were a dangerous game but she was always drawn to those types of games but she would always make sure that you wouldn’t be taken over so easily like before. She also knew that the while you were conscious, the king was also conscious but to a lesser extent. His power flowed through you at a weaker rate then it did within himself which meant that when you were fighting to regain control, not only were you reliant on your own willpower but you were also somewhat reliant on a small portion of him that didn’t seek to fight those he was obviously on a whole other level then.

The curse was growing ever more intrigued by Wednesday and sooner or later abstained from his usual barbs with her in favour of doing to towards the likes of Ajax or Xavier who, in his opinion, were more fun to to scare shitless then you or Wednesday seeing as you’ve grown numb to his threats or too cocky in your ability to pull yourself back into consciousness. So he merely watched from within you, make his barbs before leaving to scheme for the day where he would finally obtain full control without your pretty interferences. One day, you, Weems, the nightshades, Nevermore and Jericho will rue the day that you dared crossed paths with the king of curses for it shall be your last.

Thornhill was already planning ahead in helping the king curse within you by tracking down the remaining fingers, then soon she’ll be on to her second phase which is to giving you the fingers then thirdly, allowing the king of curses to be able to create pure unadulterated chaos.

#wednesday addams fanfic #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x reader #Wednesday Addams imagines #Wednesday Addams imagine #Wednesday Addams fic #Wednesday Addams x you #Wednesday x you #Wednesday imagines #Wednesday imagine #Wednesday fanfic #Wednesday fic

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FicBit 10: Jason Todd/Tim Drake

Previous parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9

OH MY GOD THIS TOOK FOREVER. However, there is only one more part and it's already mostly done. Whew.

Red Robin was in Red Hood’s territory, and he was brandishing a greasy paper bag of Big Belly Burger.

“What are you doing on my turf?” Jason demanded, trying to ignore that he could *smell* the onions from two feet away.

“It’s been pointed out to me,” Tim said wryly, “that I may have been a shit to you.”

Jason shrugged because he fucking hated that Tim’s questions had gotten to him and he wasn’t ready to admit it.

“I hear burgers are the going rate for an apology,” Tim added, shaking the bag a little.

“And fries?” Jason asked, relenting.

“And fries,” Tim confirmed.

Jason swept the bag out of his hand and dug out the top burger. Loaded with onions. Perfection. “So let’s hear it,” he mumbled around the first bite.

Tim lifted the lenses on his domino and rolled his eyes. Jason coughed out a laugh around his double beef patties.

“I’m sorry I got all up in your business,” Tim said. “I wanted - I wanted too many things and I tried to make them all work.”

Jason lifted his own lenses to share his side eye. “What the fuck does that mean?” he asked.

Tim scratched the back of his head. “You had me pretty fucked up, with that kiss,” he admitted.”I know I shouldn’t have done it. But I guess I wanted to be part of what you were going through, like…Bernard was for me.”

“No names in the field,” Jason scolded, shoving some fries into his mouth. “And Cannon Fodder is your actual boyfriend. Were you going to be my actual boyfriend?”

“No,” Tim said immediately and blushed. “I just.”

“Help!”

Jason snapped his attention away from Tim. “Hello?” he called. “Do you need help?”

A child, a little boy, maybe seven or eight, ran out of the alley, his hands fisted in his sweatshirt. “It’s my mom,” he said. “She needs help.”

Jason flipped the lenses on his domino back down and tossed the bag to Tim. “Show me where she is,” he directed.

“This way,”the kid said and ran back down the alley. Jason followed, his long strides eating up the distance between himself and the kid, and then he saw a woman huddled over some cardboard boxes. She was protecting her stomach and Jason’s heart pounded as he assumed the worst.

“Let me see,” he said, kneeling next to her. “Help is here.”

He heard, rather than saw the taser as she fired, and he barely had time to say, “Fuck,” before everything went black.

Jason gained consciousness slowly and regretfully. For starters, he was upside down and his nose was running. (It seemed like a problem that would solve itself, but no.) Moving on, he was lashed to Tim, who was also unconscious. His head was tucked under Jason’s chin, his mouth breathing short puffs of air against Jason’s neck. At least he was breathing. Their hands were tied, Jason’s behind his back and Tim’s in front of him, which basically put them right in Jason’s groin. For fuck’s sake. As if Jason didn’t have enough problems with wanting Tim, some absolute psycho went and put Tim’s hands in Jason’s lap and was probably laughing while Jason tried to be cool about it. Finally, Jason craned his head down to see what they were dangling over. Acid? Alligators? Something that started with the letter B?

Nope. Concrete. Great. He groaned and Tim stirred against him.

“Wake up, Baby Bird,” he said because the jig was up and he might as well have company in immortal humiliation. “They got us.”

“Temporary situation,” Tim said crisply, even though his voice was muffled by Jason’s skin and his own shirt.

“Let’s not fall on our heads,” Jason suggested when he realized Tim was picking the ties on his own hands. Actually, falling on his head sounded pretty good right now, with Tim’s hands shifting and twitching *so fucking close* and his cock aching for those hands to hold it. Only Jason could get a stiffy while dangling over certain death.

“Just stay really still for a sec,” Tim said, and then he twisted around and wrapped his arms around Jason’s back. Jason tried not to die inside. Tim tucked his head into the small of Jason’s back - it was really weird to get turned on by this, right? - and rotated his body so he was facing upright, his knees hooked around Jason’s shoulders. “You need my pick before I jump?” he asked.

“I have a knife,” Jason replied, choked.

Tim pushed off and somersaulted to the floor. His landing was light, not as soundless as Dick’s, but far less noisy than Jason’s was about to be. Tim had freed Jason’s feet, which had been tied with his own, so Jason wrapped one leg in the hanging chain before he sliced apart the ropes holding his hand. He grasped the chain and swung himself down, landing beside Tim with a quiet thunk.

“I don’t know what kind of candyass bullshit that was,” he said, rubbing at his chest which still tingled from the taser. “But we need to kick some asses.”

“I got tased by a third grader.” Tim sounded salty. “I’m guessing it’s not my drug ring.”

“We weren’t even in costume when we pissed them off,” Jason pointed out. “It’s gotta be somebody else.”

“Smart enough to use decoys, dumb enough to leave us alone,” Tim added.

Jason tried to remember the woman’s face as he bent over her. “Mind control?” he asked. “Hatter’s still in Arkham, isn’t he?”

Tim tapped his earbud. “Oracle,” he asked. “Is Mad Hatter still in Arkham?” He looked at Jason and shook his head. A metal door screamed open a thousand feet away and about a dozen people marched through the opening. “Oh. That fits. Yeah, Red Hood and I will take care of it.”

“Who is it?” Jason demanded, unholstering his guns.

“Professor Pyg,” Tim said. “He escaped sometime this afternoon. He probably hasn’t had time to turn anyone into a Dollotron yet but he has some method of mind control.”

“Dammit.” Mind control meant no bullets. Not even rubber ones. “All right, let’s find this guy and put him back where he belongs. You still owe me a burger.”

“I gave you a burger,” Tim protested. “It’s not my fault you got duped into abandoning it.”

“I handed it back to you,” Jason pointed out. “It’s not my fault you got tased by an eight-year-old.”

“Ugh,” Tim said. “There are offices up there, on the catwalk. Pyg’s probably up there. Let’s skip the henchmen and go straight to the source.”

Jason didn’t often use a grapple but Tim was already on his way and there was no way Jason was letting him face Pyg without backup. He grappled up to the catwalk, ducking under the metal guardrail, and took off after Tim. They started clearing offices and had covered the east side of the warehouse when Jason heard a footstep behind him and spun around.

Pyg, brandishing a cleaver, and a syringe, had emerged from the next office down and was trying to rush Jason. Fortunately he was neither fast nor accurate and Jason managed to side-step him and take him down with a judo throw. He kicked the cleaver down the catwalk but Pyg lunged at his with the syringe. It wouldn’t have pierced his armor, but it didn’t matter. Tim was there and he cracked his bo staff across the back of Pyg’s head. Pyg went down and Jason picked up the syringe. “We’re gonna want to analyze this,” he commented.

“Later,” Tim snapped. “We’re getting him back to Arkham before he can do anymore damage.”

Sirens were already wailing. Jason zip-tied Pyg’s wrists and checked the back of his head. “You got him good, baby bird,” he said, finding a sizable goose egg. “Cops are on their way. They can give him a lift back to Arkham.”

“We need to figure out what this is and how to counteract it,” Tim said, nodding at the syringe still in Jason’s hand. “We’ll have to take it back to the Bat-Cave.”

“I’m not going there,” Jason said automatically. “Which office was he using? Are there notes?”

The notes were in the third office they checked. Tim took the notes and the syringe and slipped out of the warehouse to tell some cop he was friendly with how to synthesize an antidote.

Jason grappled to the roof of the next building and watched Tim from a distance as he spoke stridently with a detective. Then, he slipped into the shadows and went home.

#batbrats #jason todd #tim drake #jaytim #jason todd/tim drake #red hood #red hood/red robin #red robin #jason todd's potty mouth #batfam #fic actually

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harryforvogue · 9 months

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how about FAYE taking care of HARRY because he’s got a COLD because he ALWAYS bundles HER in HIS hat/scarf/gloves while they’re walking to the bus cause he needs his girl to be WARM but that leaves his little ears and nose all cold & red which leads to him getting SICK. & she’s living her best life making him soup & tea & cuddling him & watching his favorite movies <3333

( and don’t come at me because it’s summer i’m manifesting cooler weather tnx <3 )

“So I’m not saying I like it when you’re sick,” Faye says, very concentrated on bringing the tray of food to Harry without slipping. In fact, she stops talking altogether until she’s in the living room, placing the tray very slowly on the table. “But I do like taking care of you. After the whole freak out thing of course. I am much more calm and level headed now.”

Harry’s resting with his head back against the couch, his face flushed with fever. His chest rises and falls with labored breaths. “If I said that, I think you’d cry.”

“I do not cry anymore.”

“Please,” Harry says weakly. “Don’t make me bring up all the examples from the past two weeks.”

She sits beside him. “Anyways, I didn’t have chicken on account of being vegetarian and all and I didn’t have chicken stock either so that soup is more of a miso and tofu noodle soup, okay? I probably should have asked if you even eat tofu.”

He awkwardly sits up, pushing the layers of blankets down to his lap. Instead of reaching for the food, he takes Faye’s hand. “I love you. As my dying wish, I ask you to find happiness. Date and marry the man who makes you happy. All I ask is that you don’t date any of my coworkers. They’re too mean for you.”

Faye smiles. “So thoughtful of you. Want me to feed you?” But the way she says it actually makes it seem like she’s demanding it. “Good.” She takes a spoonful and brings it to Harry’s mouth.

“Love,” he says tiredly. “It’s too hot.”

“Oh right. Um, do you want me to blow on it?”

At that exact moment, Timothée walks by. He looks at Harry on the couch. “What the hell happened to you? Who’s blowing what?” He holds a hand up. “Don’t answer that.”

“I got him sick,” Faye says.

“She didn’t,” Harry croaks. “It was basically on me.”

Timmy looks at her. Then Harry. Then slowly puts his arm over his face and steps back. “Er, alright. Well. I’m going to work so … you’ve got the house to yourself.”

“Yeah yeah,” Harry says.

“If you need anything, just let me know. I’ll grab it on my way home.”

“Tell the guys I should be back by next week.”

With that, Timmy is gone. Harry’s eyes are closed again. Faye decides she shouldn’t blow on his food, so she just awkwardly waves the spoon in the air until it’s cooled enough. Then she holds it to his mouth. “Ready?”

Harry’s eyes flutter open. “Yes. Sorry.” He drinks it. “Mm that’s good.”

“Really?!”

“Really. Thank you, love.”

“Let this be a lesson for you. No more giving me your hat and gloves when we’re out, got it?”

Harry tries to laugh. “How about you start bringing actual warm clothing, especially during the winter?”

“Sure. I'll do that too.”

“No, I’m not so sure that you will since you like taking care of me so much. You’ll get me sick on purpose.”

She gasps. “I’d never.” She gives him another spoonful. “Maybe your body is just weak because I’ve never gotten sick from the cold.”

“Weak?”

“Yeah. I mean before you, I always went out in the cold like that and never got sick.”

Harry opens his mouth for more soup. “It’s some medical thing we can’t explain.” He frowns. “I don’t like that nobody took care of you before me.”

“Well in their defense, I’m a grown woman and should be able to take care of myself. It’s really a fault on my part.”

“You were sad,” he argues. “You needed someone.”

“Well then I found someone.”

Harry perks up. “Yes. You did. And you know what? I’ve changed my mind about the whole dating after me thing.”

“Oh yeah?” Faye smiles.

“Yeah. I’ll just come back as a ghost so we’ll never really be apart.”

“What made you change your mind?”

He says, “The thought of you spoon feeding another man.”

“Really?” she laughs. “That’s what got you? There are far other romantic things I could do with someone else.”

“Being spoon fed is at the top of my list of romantic actions. It’s a love language I think.” She gives him another spoonful. He sighs deeply and then shuffles over to rest his head on her shoulder. “Your boyfriend is a mouth breather. How does that make you feel?”

“I don’t mind,” she tells him, patting his cheek. “I love you.”

“Despite the sweatiness.”

“Despite.”

“You're my baby."

She lays her head on his, kissing his sweaty hair. “Despite me never dressing for the weather?”

He takes a very deep breath and stays silent for longer than necessary. He finally says, “Yes” and then opens his mouth for more soup.

#harry and faye #harry styles blurb #harry styles fic #harry styles #timmy cameo for da win

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interestinglittlerelationship · 2 months

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We Should Kiss Like Real People Do

It’s finally time! This was so much fun! @jatpfebfanfest

This is for @princessmuk

“Wait, wait, wait, explain this to me again?” Julie says, tilting her head at him in confusion.

“Aragagh,” Alex groans, “I’ve explained it twice already,” he tilts his head at her, “Shouldn’t you know all about this, already? Willie is basically your brother.”

Julie flings herself down next to him, “I know about the stupid family reunion thing, yeah, but why are you going?”

“Because Willie doesn’t want to go alone,” Alex supplies.

“Right, but…” and then she seems to stop herself, “You know what? Never mind. So, Willie asked you to be his fake boyfriend, and you said yes?”

Alex face plants into Julie’s pile of pillows, “Yes,” he mutters. This does nothing to block out the sound of Julie’s giggles, “I hate you,” he adds, rolling over and hugging a pillow to his chest.

After a moment he feels Julie’s arm press up against his side, “I’m sorry, Lexi,” she says seriously, “this is just a situation so ridiculous only you could have managed to end up in it.”

“Thanks, that just make me feel loads better.”

Julie sighs, “It’s really going to be okay, Alex.”

“You think? Because I think I’m gonna get my heart broken.”

“I’m fairly confident that’s not going to happen, besides you already said yes,” she points out.

“I know,” he whispers.

“So, what are you going to do?”

And that’s the thing, isn’t it? There’s nothing he can do. Willie is his best friend and he needs help. Alex has to do this even if it destroys him, “I’m going to be Willie’s fake boyfriend.”

The time of his demise is delayed slightly by the fact this “favor” Willie asked him for is actually a week away. For someone with a normally functioning brain that might be a good thing, but Alex is far too anxious, and simply comes up with ten new ways it could go horribly wrong with each passing day.

His friends are unsurprisingly the opposite of helpful. Bobby straight up laughs in his face when he finds out, pats him on the shoulder, and says, “Good luck with that.” Reggie gets really excited and insists that this is the start of Alex’s very own rom-com, and then goes on a long-winded tangent about movies where the two main characters start fake dating and end up falling in actual love. Luke, at least, seems properly sympathetic but offers exactly zero practical advice.

Willie, for his part seems remarkably unconcerned about the many possible ramifications of this deal of theirs. Then again, Willie seems remarkably unconcerned about most things. It’s part of the reason Alex likes him so much, Willie balances him out somehow. Calms the whirlwind in his brain.

Willie is holding his hand.

Honestly, he’s having a hard time focusing on anything other than that fact. And he knows it’s for show, that they’re walking up Willie’s uncle’s driveway and someone might see, but none of that matters because Willie is holding his hand.

“This is going to be easy. You already know everything about me and they know practically nothing. You probably won’t even have to lie that much,” Willie is saying and Alex is nodding like a bobble head even though he’s only half listening, “Besides,” Willie adds, “it’s only for the day anyway.”

And that snaps Alex right back to reality. Because tomorrow he’s going to have to go back to pretending like he isn’t in love with his best friend. And he’s going to have to pretend like that fact isn’t slowly killing him. And none of this is real and Alex sort of wants to cry.

Instead, he says, “Right, no big deal.”

Willie yanks them to a stop on the bottom step, tugging his lip between his teeth for a second, “Seriously, Lexi, thank you for doing this.” And then he does the most unbelievable thing and reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind Alex’s ear. It does absolutely nothing since his hair is not actually long enough to stay put, but Alex melts anyway.

“Hey,” he says, squeezing Willie’s hand, “anytime.”

Willie blushes, “Yeah,” he breathes, turning away, “um, ready to do this?”

Alex shrugs, “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

As Willie introduces him around, Alex starts to relax. Really, pretending to be Willie’s boyfriend is not nearly as hard as he thought it would be. They hold hands and when anyone asks how they met, they tell the truth, “We were friends first.” Willie calls him truly ridiculous pet names like, “Hotdog” and “Honeyboo” which make some of his aunts coo at them.

Willie had basically said that he didn’t want to go to this party alone because all his relatives were awful, but that he’d only be allowed to bring someone if they were dating.

And yeah, Willie’s aunts and uncles are all a little distant and awkward, but seems mostly unbothered by their snubs.

His cousins, on the other hand are admittedly sort of awful, the kind of spoiled rich kids who think their money entitles them to look down on everyone else, but they pretty much leave the two of them alone too.

Willie’s mom had been the black sheep of the family, a free-spirit artist, who had run off with Willie’s dad right out of high school. Willie had never seen his mom’s family growing up, but after she and his dad died in a car accident, his attendance at these yearly reunions had become mandatory out of some twisted sense of duty or something. The rest of the year, Willie lives with his dad’s best friend, Ray, who is apparently not allowed to attend either.

Alex isn’t quite sure how to help, but Willie never once lets go of his hand, so maybe just being there is enough.

It’s a long afternoon, but only slightly painful, and then suddenly they’re climbing back into the car.

It takes a few seconds for Alex to realize that Willie hasn’t actually put the key into the ignition, or for that matter, let go of Alex’s hand.

“Hey,” Alex murmurs, “you okay?”

Willie drops his head onto Alex’s shoulder, “It’s just so exhausting, you know?”

Alex hums, because he doesn’t really.

“They’re all so fake, being all polite, and acting like they want to know me, but they didn’t fucking want me.”

Alex realizes then that Willie is crying, and he tries to shift so he can pull him into a hug, but Willie won’t let go of his hand.

“And I love Ray, I do, and it’s not like I want to live with them, but they spent my whole childhood pretending I didn’t exist and then when they were forced to acknowledge me, they still didn’t want me. And I lied to you. Ray usually goes with me and they wouldn’t have cared if I’d brought a friend as long as they could put on their little ‘happy family show,’ but I wanted you, and I wanted to be able to hold your hand, and now I don’t want to let go because I love you so much, but you probably don’t want me either.”

And Alex is, well, Alex is trying to wrap his head around the fact that his whole entire world just got rewritten. Because even if that was a bunch of heartbreaking word salad, he’s pretty sure Willie just said he loved him.

And this is why he doesn’t respond nearly fast enough, giving Willie the time to realize what he just said and freak out about it. Honestly, it’s all very Alex of him.

He tries to pull away, but this time, it’s Alex who won’t let go.

“Hey,” he says softly, and when Willie just keeps fighting against him, he says it louder, “Hey!” Willie freezes, staring at him, wide-eyed, “I’m, like, stupid in love with you too.”

Willie blinks, and Alex has a feeling his whole world is rewriting itself too.

“Oh,” he says, “Well, that’s convenient.”

Alex smiles at him, “Yeah, it is, isn’t it?”

The sit there smiling at each other, and they’re both crying still too, but none of that matters because Willie loves him.

“So, um, I’m gonna kiss you now,” Willie whispers.

“Okay,” Alex whispers back.

#jatp 2024 feb fan fest #julie and the phantoms #willex for the soul #fake dating #love confessions #i hope you like it

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A Long Road Home 18+

König X AFAB reader

Just under 8k words

CW: Violence, Mentions of War, Mentions of Kidnapping, Smut, Size Difference, Unprotected Sex, Drugging/Sex Pollen, Oral Sex (both ways), P-in-V Sex, Fingering.

No use of Y/N. MCs callsign is Banshee.

Summary: You and König are partnered for a mission when thing go wrong and you are hit with a grenade filled with some sort of afrodesiac. You both hope to make it back to base before the effects kick in but fail. Smut ensues.

-Have fun with this one, if you like it I do have alot more ideas to continue this story, its the first fanfiction I've posted since I was fourteen (and the first to Tumblr ever) so be kind but constructive criticism is welcome. -

You had been partnered with König for 3 months now. He was a skilled insertion specialist and you respected him greatly. Standing 6’10 and roughly 250 lbs he was a beast of a man. Adding to his intimidation factor was a hood with bleached streaks running down from the eye holes, almost like tears. You liked König; he wasn't too cocky, or loud. Your last partner had been both, so this was a breath of fresh air.

König had been a godsend. These last 3 months had been the easiest of your career. You were an Extractions specialist, with a focus in covert operations. Most people had assumed that König would be more of a burden than anything, due to his size, and frankly threatening aura. But you would always be quick to disagree. And it turned out to be for the best, König was willing to stay indoors and travel at night time, in fact it seemed like he preferred it. So covert operations was a perfect fit.

It wasn’t until this last mission that things had gotten complicated. You had been sent to a small town just north of Al Mazrah City, on the border of the United Republic of Adal. A simple extraction gig, fetch the daughter of a UK diplomat and take her to KorTac HQ for return to sovereign soil. Shouldn’t have taken more than 2 days including travel.

You arrived at the safehouse at midnight, the building you would be calling home for the next day was kitty corner to the supposed holding place of one Katie Simmons. The building she was being held in was nondescript, grey solid stone walls, flat roof, with an entry point that probably led into a stairwell. One front door, white, basic, König could break it down easily. And no windows to be seen.

You watched the house until the next night. Minimal movement, you estimated 2-3 armed guards, nothing you couldn’t handle. For once KorTac’s intel had been correct. So if that trend continued, Katie would be held in a downstairs bedroom, bound but unharmed. Around 8pm someone brought the mercenary standing on the roof a plate of food. Dinnertime. Everyone would have their guards down. You turned and woke a napping König.

“Get up, let's make our move.” The masked man opened his eyes and nodded, standing up and shaking a bit to get the blood flowing. You both threw on your backpacks and walked out the back door of the ‘abandoned’ house you had been camping in. This whole town had been abandoned during a set of bombings by the Republics northernmost neighbors so you didn’t need to worry about being spotted by any nosy civilians.

No one stopped you as you crossed the street, the guard on the roof must have been tucking into his meal about now. You stopped by the front door, motioning König to kick it down. He nodded again, a man of few words.

With a bang the door flew open and König pressed his body into the house, immediately shots went off, there were definitely more than 3 guns in there. You could hear König’s gun firing and reloading as you stayed pressed to the wall waiting for his signal to enter.

This is what you did, König entered first, scared away or killed everyone in the main area and then you entered at his signal. Your job was to extract the target, his was to eliminate anyone necessary to get the target out alive. Not that you couldn’t handle yourself with a gun, but you had to admit König was much more intimidating.

“Clear.” You swung your body into the door, gun raised at his signal. There were at least 6 dead. Every time KorTac gave you bad or invalid info you considered quitting. But the pay was good and it's not like you had anyone waiting on you at home. The inside of the building was nice enough, most of the bodies were in the kitchen and dining area to the right of the door. A steaming bowl of some sort of red pepper stew was on the table. You took a quick survey, there was a hallway on the other side of the main living area, 2 doors to the left, and a set of stairs at the end on the right.

You approached the hallway, signaling König to follow you. The first door was unlocked and empty, a small bathroom. The second was an office, also empty. You approached the open laptop, maybe you’d find some good intel on it, but it was password protected and your goal was extraction only, anything else was just a bonus. You turned back to König who was standing in the doorway to the room.

“All clear, let's go upstairs.” Another silent nod. He went up first, no one, they must’ve all been downstairs eating dinner when you came in. If they were holding Katie anywhere it would be here, the roof was the only other place, and there was no way they could have kept an adult woman up there without you knowing.

The upstairs was more cramped, cots and gear strewn everywhere. You wrinkled your nose at it. You weren’t the most tidy, but this was ridiculous. Clothes piled on chairs, food wrappers thrown on the ground, guns out in the open, some of them with the safety off. These were not professionals like you had thought. But someone was funding them, the gear they were so reckless with was top of the line, and not cheap.

You started opening all the doors upstairs. Another, messier bathroom, 2 empty bedrooms stuffed with even more gear. The last door had to contain your target, König stood at the end of the hallway. He could be a shock to most people, so you usually made first contact with friendlies. You jiggled the handle and found it locked, shooting König a confused glance, at which he shrugged. You stationed yourself in front of the door and landed 1 swift kick to the space right before the knob. It slammed open to reveal yet another empty room.

After a quick but thorough inspection you turned to him, “Fuck! König this one’s empty too. Do you think they took her onto the roof?”

“Only one way to find out.” When König hadn’t spoken for a while it wasn’t unusual for his Austrian accent to come out in full force, this time was no exception.

You both headed for the stairs at the other end of the fall, this time König went first, but he found his way locked by a padlocked metal door. He slammed his body into it multiple times before pulling out a crowbar that proved ineffective against the stone building, and the apparently impenetrable door. That proved your theory though. She was probably on the roof.

You slam your bag on the ground, “Give me room.” The lock on the door seems basic enough, they had depended on it being unbreakable, not impenetrable. You kept bump keys in your pack at all times, easier to carry than a whole pick kit, and König usually had a mallet hanging off his bag for stubborn doors.

You pushed the key into the lock and held your hand out for the hammer. König was already prepared and waved you out of the way, gently tapping the key multiple times until a click was heard. A slow way to do things, but still faster than going back out and finding a way onto the roof that way. And you needed all the time you could save, there were already sounds of a helicopter fastly approaching by the time you got the door open.

You peeked your head into the fresh air on the roof, staring at the sky, “Two klicks to the South, let's move fast big guy!” You could imagine him nodding, although you didn't look back at him as you ran out onto the roof, pushing over and kneeling behind a lawn table for some cover.

König on the other hand ran straight at the person closest to him, throwing him down and stomping on his throat before turning and pointing his gun at the next man. The second man was smarter, holding Katie in front of him with a pistol pointed to her head. He stepped backwards standing on the edge of the roof.

“You’re going to let us leave here unharmed.” The helicopter circled overhead, looking for somewhere to land. “We just want to get out of here safely.”

You looked at Katie, she wasn’t crying, or even scared at that matter. Normally you would chock that up to nerves, or even drugs. But she looked lucid, and you could even see her lips moving, speaking to the man softly while caressing his arm. He didn’t hold her tightly either. Instead holding her gently, she could have gotten away at anytime.

“König,” You stood and walked over to him, gun still training on the pair on the edge of the roof. “I don’t think she’s been kidnapped, look at her body language.”

He huffed back at you in agreement. “We’re under contract to send her back to England.” Always so obedient, that was one thing you couldn’t stand about him. Something that KorTac loved, he offset your impulsiveness perfectly.

“I know that, but what I’m saying is, I don’t think he’s going to kill her.” The Helicopter set down in the yard of the house, sending dangerous amounts of shrapnel around. The four of you hit the deck. “We can just take her now.” You yelled over the sound of the engines.

He huffed again, “Got it.” Despite the whipping winds he jumped up and ran at the couple now on the ground. The man panicked at the beast running towards him, attempting to stand, but König was faster, kicking the hand that held his gun, and then his face. Knocking him out cold.

Katie screamed and sat up, hitting König in the legs and you stood and ran over as well. “Katie Simmons, we’re with KorTac, your father sent us to rescue you.” You grabbed her by the arm, forcing her to half-crouch half-walk with you back to the door to the roof. “We’re going to take you back to England.” She was shaking her head and sobbing the whole time. “König, cover us.”

He walked in front, with the landing of the helicopter there was bound to be more manpower coming your way. You met the first person on the stairs between the first and second floors. König shot her point blank and pushed her down the stairs. After that they just kept coming, apparently shoved into the old helicopter like clowns in a car. König took care of three more before they started coming from above, a second helicopter dropping people off via rope ladder.

“Fuck König they’re coming at us from both sides. Hold onto Katie, I’m going to call for Exfil.” You pulled out your portable radio, pulling out its antenna. “Phoenix this is Banshee, you there, over.”

After a few seconds, “Banshee this is Phoenix, what's your status? Over.”

“We’re in a bit of a bind, Captain, requesting immediate Exfil for 3 to my coordinates. Expect enemy fire, 2 helicopters, do you copy? Over.”

‘I copy 20 Klicks out. Do you have the target? Over.”

“Affirmative, over”

“Copy, over.”

You turn to König, “Can you hold on for ten minutes?” He nods, still holding onto Katie while she fights for her life. He has one hand clamped over her mouth and the other wrapped around her wrist while she tires herself out. That's one thing you hate about this job. Half of it is fighting terror, but the other half is bureaucratic bullshit like a saving a girl who ran off to marry some boy her daddy didn’t like.

You shoot a man coming down the stairs, cursing the fact you didn’t bring a larger team, expecting it to be a quick mission. Just fetch her and bring her back, easy peasy. The people coming down the stairs had armor now, throwing flash grenades to disorient you. A thought crossed your mind, if you died here, on a mission like this, you didn’t have anyone. No one to even inherit your life insurance, it was a little sad.

König interrupted your thoughts, “We’re going to get out of here. I can hear the helicopter.” This man was inhuman, how could he hear that all over the gunfire, and Katie's wails. “On my count.”

It’s your turn to nod. You were going to run for it, pushing through the group of 10 unarmored men that came through the front door.

“One...Two...” On three he pushes Katie towards you and takes off, you follow dragging the squirming girl through the space he creates. Soon you are both, somehow, unharmed and outside. You suck in a breath glad to be free from the smoke inside. You see a third helicopter circle above you, bearing the Kortac symbol. You run into the entryway of the building across the street, freeing them up to open fire on the mercenaries on the ground.

The Mercenary helicopters flee the scene, whoever is funding them is rich, but not rich enough to replace 2 helicopters. Or maybe the pilots are just not willing to die over some quarrel with a billionaire across the sea who won’t even know that they’re dead. That's the thing, the people you worked for, no matter what side you fought for, only saw you as pawns, not real people with families and lives outside of this field.

You stand with Katie in your arms and König to your back, one of his arms holding you to him, his breath coming heavy. “We’re done.”

You start laughing, a bad habit from years of stress. “That was so fucked up.”

After everyone is dead or gone the helicopter sets down in the street and 2 new recruits rush out and grab Katie from you. “Banshee. König.” They nod to you as they pull her into the machine, its blades still spinning slowly.

König tries to climb in too but is stopped by the smaller of the two recruits. “No room, you’re going to have to drive back.” You sigh, this is probably the Captain's doing, he hates it when he has to send someone to retrieve vehicles from the field. Especially this far out of the way. You know that he probably gave the order to wipe everyone out so that you and König could have a ‘some nice bonding time.’ He was like that.

König looked like he was about to start something with the recruits, but you pulled him back. He became Ornery at the end of missions, especially when things didn’t go the way he expected. “Come on big guy, let's just get home as fast as we can, I’ll drive so you can lean your seat back.” You hooked a finger into the edge of his vest dragging him out of his position beside the chopper and he followed, although hesitantly. He rarely fought you on the decisions you made.

You took back your spot in the entryway of a house and shielded your faces as the helicopter took off with your target. “Let's get home, I don’t know about you but I’m itching for a nice hot bath.” You turned and smiled at König who you imagined was still frowning under his mask. But he followed you either way as you both gathered the bags you had dropped right outside the house. They had plenty of rocks and shrapnel embedded in them, like our poor tender skin. You hated helicopters, they were such a hassle.

As you walked back to your Jeep hidden around the corner of the block there was a sound from the roof. Both you and König turned to see what it was, finding Katies lover awoken from his blackout. “YOU TOOK HER FROM ME.” He was swaying lightly, red in the face and crying heavy tears. It left his face dirt stained. He held his arms above his head as he held what appeared to be a grenade. He pulled the pin and threw it at you, just as you fired a shot at his head.

König jumped forward, blocking you with his body, but it's not an explosion but a noxious gas that smells of fish, and chocolate that comes out of the bomb, immediately making you gag. You both run from the cloud. It makes you lightheaded and you jump in and start the car. You drove far enough to get out of the range of the cloud before you stopped the Jeep and turned it off. “Are you ok? Feel any side effects yet?” König shakes his head and you pull out the radio again. “Phoenix this is Banshee, over.”

Click, “This is Phoenix, what is your status banshee, over.”

“We met up with your exfil tem, Katie is on her way, over.”

“Good, what did you need, officer? Over”

“They took out a good portion of the men captain, but the last one hit us with a gas, we don’t know what it was. Please prepare for testing once we arrive Captain, over.”

“Copied, keep me updated, we don’t have a team to send for you now, so stay in on piece officer. Over”

Of course he didn’t exfil was saved for less… Expendable characters than yourself. “Copied, over.”

You started the car again, a feeling in the pit of your belly starting to form. Hopefully this wasn’t one of those gasses that made you throw up all over the place, you weren't squeamish, but you hated being sick. König looked at you intensely through his mask, scrutinizing your face. “You got something to say? Then say it,” you snapped at him. Upset about the lack of support from your employers. He stared for a second more and then looked back out through the passengers side window, watching the drive fly by.

You made it another 20 minutes into the drive before you had to pull over. The road was empty in that part of the state and you were glad for it. You had begun overheating within 5 minutes of starting the drive and now it was unbearable even without windows. You could tell König was too. Panting around his hood, eyelids fluttering. He was very reserved and wouldn’t complain, but with full tactical gear on, it would be impossible to make it through the hour and a half drive back to base.

You got out and stripped down to your undershirt, knowing you would get chewed out when you got back to base, but choosing not to care. “König,” you nudged him lightly. He sat up, grabbing your hand. He was still wearing gloves somehow. “You’re going to get dehydrated if you keep sweating like that. At least take off your gloves and helmet.” He released your hand and nodded, doing as you asked, and getting out of the car to take off his tactical vest as well. When he turned back around to sit down you noticed a bulge in his pants, ignoring it for the time being.

You both got in the car and kept driving, but after another 10 minutes you had to pull over again, the tightness in your lower stomach intensifying. Making you move uncomfortably in your seat. Were you… horny? That rarely happened to you. You were always in the field, and you prioritized separating work from pleasure. Things like horniness were for when you were back on home soil.

You and König both got out, circling to the back of the Jeep. You pulled out two water bottles, bending over the end of the trunk to get to your packed provisions. When you turned back around König was looking at you with that intense blue gaze of his. This time you didn't have the energy to bring it up, handing him the water bottle and sitting on the edge of the trunk in sweaty silence. After a while you were doing some staring of your own, the bulge in his pants had grown… alot. You were struggling to keep from thinking about the size of it, you all wore the same pants, so you knew what a hard on looked like through these pants. The men in your unit were not unexcitable creatures after all… but this, this was a different beast, you could tell.

You didn’t know if it was the lack of sex in your life or this unnatural horniness you felt, but soon all you could think of was what his cock might look like. What it might feel like. You blushed and stood up abruptly. “We should get going.”

“Ein Moment." Königs voice wheezed out. He was panting. Heavily. You turned around to look at him. His eyes lock with yours, filled with desperation as he sits heavily on the back of the car. Making it sink down with his weight. He placed both hands on his knees, finally looking away, but not before you noticed his pupils were massive. You HAD been dosed with something. But what was the question?

You became lost in your own thoughts pacing back and forth. You didn’t want to contact the Captain over the radio, the symptoms were non-life threatening, and, frankly, embarrassing. But what if they got worse… Every option ran through your head and you only stopped when you realized König was groaning loudly, leaning backwards on his hands, face staring at the sky in discomfort. You rush over to him, your own discomfort all but forgotten. He had gotten the brunt of the attack after all, the effects must be tenfold for him.

“Come on big guy, let's get you back to base.” You prop one shoulder in his armpit and try your best to lift him, but he's not much help, and you're not nearly tall enough to get him all the way up and out of the car. So you both end up falling back into a seated position. “Fuck, you want to help me out here dude. We can’t get you help until we’re back on base.”

König just continued panting, completely out of it. You did the only thing you could think of and you slapped him, right across the face. The blow was softened by the hood he always wore, but it still brought him back to reality. He grabbed your wrist and threw you to the ground. “ WAS MACHST DU?” He stood, towering over you.

“I’m helping you, now get in the goddamn car we need to get back to base.” You stood and dusted yourself off glaring at him. Your wrist was throbbing lightly where he had grabbed you. You stomped back to the driver's side and got in, slamming the door. He followed closely after and crawled in.

“I’m sorry.” His head was lowered slightly.

‘I know, let's just get back to base and try and forget about this.” You started the car again. “It’s been a long day and I’m sure we’re both just tired.”

“Ja.” he crossed his arms and hunkered down, his cock still straining noticeably at his pants, that alone must have been painful.

The sun was starting to set, which was a welcome break, since your body was now going in waves of hot and cold. Not to mention the throbbing wetness in your own pants. Every time you moved or shifted your clit would brush some seam, no matter how much you tried to avoid the sensation. And it sent shivers through your body every time.

König seemed to be going through a much similar situation, bucking very few moments, his arms still crossed over his chest. Every once in a while a hand would slip free, reaching down. Then he’d stop himself right before he reached his pants and cross his arms even harder than before. If the two of you weren’t so uncomfortable you would have probably laughed at this situation.

You drove in silence for another 15 minutes before you were outside hunched over and gagging from the hot flashes. There were no more layers of clothes to take off while remaining decent and you were miserable. König got out and rubbed your back gently as you bent over, saliva pooling into your throat. You could feel the feverish heat from his hand through your thin tank top. It was soothing, the rhythmic feeling of his heavy hands.

Your face flushed again as your underwear flooded with heat. You stood up stock straight, turning and running face first into König’s chest. He grabbed you by the shoulders and you looked at him in the eyes. They were filled with vivid exhaustion. You were still nearly 45 minutes from base, and with your symptoms worsening.

You Knelt.

Placing one hand over the hard lump in his pants, praying he was feeling the same symptoms as you. “König I don’t know about you, but I’m not going to make it through the rest of the drive like this.” You gestured to your pants, flooded with warmth, that he couldn’t see. His eyes widened with recognition, so you knew he knew what you meant. “Can I?” You grabbed the zipper of his pants gently.

He nodded and you were once again glad for his strong silent demeanor. You couldn’t think any words could have made this situation less embarrassing. You undid the button and sipped down his pants gently. Warmth flooded out where his underwear was now exposed. You pulled his pants down around his thighs, suddenly driven by a rabid fervor.

You felt like you were starving, the professional part of your brain shutting off being replaced with one that was unbelievably and uncontrollably horny. You freed his cock. Being confronted with a behemoth. If dicks could be equated to snakes then this was an anaconda. A breath escaped your lips, your heart going crazy in your chest.

You made eye contact with König once again, and you began cursing that mask. Yes his eyes were as hungry as you were, but the fact that you couldn’t see the rest of his face. His panting mouth and flushed cheeks, was a crime.

You returned your focus to the throbbing shaft in front of you. Gripping it with one hand, he was already hard, painfully so, tip already swollen and leaking precum. You still gave it a few strokes before sitting up on your knees and encircling it in your lips. Horniness and desperation fill your senses as you moved your head slowly back and forth. The sound of his gentle, muffled moans. The taste and smell of his precum. The feeling of your mouth and jaw stretching to accommodate the sheer size of him. It was almost painful how big he is, and it took the majority of your focus just to avoid gagging.

He wasn’t thrusting, instead just letting you do all the work, which was probably for the best. He was considerably stronger than you were and the pressure in your throat was already enough to bring tears streaming down your face. You looked up slightly, his head was thrown back and one hand hovered just above your head. He was a gentle creature, and if a dick wasn’t in your mouth you would have laughed again. You grabbed the hand and placed it on the back of your head, continuing to pump steadily back and forth while running your tongue over the warmth in your mouth.

With this new, unspoken permission he took the hair tie out of your hair, slipping it onto his wrist and tanged his fingers deep into your locks, as close to the skin as he could get. You could tell he knew what he was doing. You blushed at the thought of this gentle beast ever being with another person. He kept a light pressure on your head, not enough to force you deeper, but enough to make sure you knew he was enjoying himself. Each time your tongue swiped over the head of his dick his fingers would constrict lightly. You did it so many times your scalp was tender and tingling.

You gripped the back of his thigh, right above his knee for support as you began taking more and more into your mouth. Taking every one of his moans as a challenge to go deeper. Your other hand was pressed into a fist, fingernails digging into your palm, grounding yourself. A distraction was most definitely necessary to keep you from gagging every time he hit the back of your throat.

You looked up again, this time making eye contact with a set of tear filled eyes. “Please, I need-” His voice was breathy and needy. You dug your nails into your palm harder, and strengthened your grip on the back of your pants. You made committal noises and tried to nod around his cock. Only resulting in drool running down your chin and down the front of your shirt.

He got the point though, gripping your hair and thrusting hard into your mouth. You gag involuntarily, smacking him in the back of the knee. After that he continues thrusting but less… violently. Instead opting to push deep into your throat slowly, before pulling most of the way out so you can breathe again. Every time he would thrust in he would let out a winded, mewling moan, whining from the pleasure your mouth and throat brought him. This cycle repeated for another minute, although it felt like it could have been hours. Before he pulled his dick out all the way, loosening his hand from your hair and stroking his cock a few times, shooting sticky mess all over your face and into your hair.

You came down off your knees and collected yourself. There was a mixture of cum, tears and drool staining your face and chest. Sharp red marks showed themselves where you dug your fingernails into your own hand, a few pinpricks of blood where the most pressure was applied. Not to mention the pain in your knees from grinding them into dirt and gravel for nearly 10 minutes. But you couldn’t complain, the pain was a welcome relief to the discomfort you had been feeling for 40 minutes prior.

By the time that you had caught your breath König had gone back to the car and returned with a spare white t-shirt. He grabbed your chin lightly, bending over you, not forcing you to stand quite yet. Softly running the t-shirt over your face and torso. His cock had been stuffed safely back in his pants as well. You were almost sad to be rid of the view, but you didn't say anything about it.

By the time you were ready to stand the horniness was returning, the inside of your pants once again slick with heat. You stood on shaking legs with the help of König. Walking back towards the car, still unsure how to keep your breath in your body after that. You opened the trunk for another bottle of water, bending into the trunk when you felt a hand between your shoulder blades

“Stay just like that,” his voice came soft but clear behind you. He was so tall, that in this position all you could feel behind you was thigh. Which he shoved between your legs, separating them. He then began to grind that 1 big thigh into the gap, awkwardly, but effectively making the throbbing of your cunt worsen.

He reached the hand not on your back underneath you, deftly undoing the button and zipper to your pants. Just as you had done for him not 20 minutes before. “Is this ok?” You nodded and tried to make eye contact with him. But when you went to turn your head the hand from your back migrated up to the back of your head. “Shh, don’t look.” His voice came clearer. His mouth was no longer covered.

You heard cloth shift and rub. He pulled your pants down around your ankles as he knelt behind you. One hand now on the small of your back and the other on your lower stomach. Sandwiching you between his warm hands. You felt his nose brush against the crotch of your underwear. It was big, you had never seen his face so this surprised you. You had always assumed his features to be softer, like most of the German and Austrian men you had met during your service. Although, over the last 20 minutes you had learned many new things about König.

As you were, once again, lost in your own thoughts, he dug in. Starting above the cotton of your underwear. Prodding and kneading at you with his warm tongue, sending a shiver up your body. His breath was hot and tickled the inside of your thighs. You clamped a hand over your mouth to control your breath and the other gripped one of the bags in your trunk with white knuckles.

Soon he pulled back, removing the hand from your back, leaving the one on your stomach, and eased your panties down to meet your pants. He let out a heavy breath, “Sheiße, du bist schön.” With that he sank one finger into your pussy, your breath escaped you. It was huge, but you were so wet it slid in like butter. He stroked slowly, hooking it slightly as he pulled out, catching your edges lightly every time. Then he added tongue back into the mix and you were in heaven.

You felt him laugh lightly as you squirmed under his touch. You couldn't even be bothered to be self conscious as you groaned and moaned. Eyes rolling back into your head as he added a second finger. You felt like a fish the way you were gasping for air. “König,” Your breathy cries rang out in the air.

“Do you like that Mien Hase?” He was getting cocky, something you would normally find annoying, but right here. Right now. It was the sexiest thing ever.

“Yes, God, Please, I-” he shoved into you, hard. Sucking on your clit like it was the last thing he would ever eat. His fingers dug tightly into your stomach as you ground against his face. “God you’re so-”

He pulled his face back from your vagina,, “Tell me what you need Sußchen. What do you want.” You whined at this, suddenly embarrassed. He waited a few moment, still pumping his thick fingers in and out. “Oh, so you are done?” He said in a teasing tone removing the hand from your stomach and slowly, carefully slipping both fingers from your hole. Lightly flicking your throbbing clit before removing all stimulation.

“No, no, please... Please make me cum,” you couldn’t do anything to keep the whiny desperation out of your voice.

“I can help you with that,” he planted a kiss on your bare butt. Keeping his mouth on that cheek as he reinserted his fingers, once at a time at a languid speed, like we had all day.

“König, please,” you begged him, pushing back against his fingers.

He began kissing any place his mouth could reach as he ramped up with his fingers once again. This time using his second hand to deftly rub your clit while his other hand worked its magic. You whimpered and ground with every single movement. The world falling away to pure pleasure. You lost all senses outside of sex. The sounds, the smells, the feeling. All overwhelming you.

And König seemed pleased too, letting out animalistic grunts as he kissed up and down your legs. Speaking softly in German, urging you to keep going, that you were so good, and so sweet. “Come on Hase cum for me. You can do this.”

Then he started nipping.

At first on the sides of your hips and butt. But then he dipped further down, in between your thighs. An awkward position you were sure. A small pinching bite followed by the soft swipe of a tongue, repeated a hundred times. Overwhelming you. Anything you had tried to do to hold on was gone now. The hand over your mouth fell away and the air was filled with the sound of your hopeless moans.

Soon you were cumming around his fingers. Pussy constricting on their firm steadiness, abs hurting as you gasped for the second time that night. You were in heaven laying there, your thighs a mess, as König once again cleaned the slick off your body. He whispered sweet nothings to you while he did it. Speaking the most he had all week. He leaned down and planted one last kiss between your shoulders.

You pulled on your pants in awkward silence. Not sure if you should tell him that was the best eating out you had ever received or not. He was actually the first to break the silence. “That was amazing. I-” he stopped for a moment, thinking about his words. “I don't know about you, but I don’t regret it one bit.”

You stopped midway through tucking in your shirt and looked at him. “I don’t either.” and you were telling the truth. You didn’t regret it, you had your concerns, but you absolutely felt no regret. “That was amazing.” You leaned up, standing on your toes and kissed his mask, which he had pulled back down before you had stood up.

Suddenly it hit you. You had fucked your coworker. This could only go one of two ways, management finds out and separates you two, or things get so awkward that you could no longer work together… That made this whole thing quite a waste if you didn’t actually get to feel his cock inside of you.

You reached up and grabbed his hood, pulling him down and kissing him hard on the lips through the mask. “You up for one more round big boy?” his soft eyes grew hungry again, and you swore you could see the signs of a smile under that mask.

“Are you?” He picked you up, looping his hands under your ass as you wrapped your legs around his hips. Already growing hard at the prospect of you. He walked you both to the hood of the car, now well cooled off during your shenanigans earlier.

He set you down, this time helping you pull your pants and underwear off all the way. He followed with his own pants, pulling them down and kicking them off onto the dirt road next to him. Looking at his cock from a standing view somehow made it more intimidating. Suddenly doubting if you could fit it in.

“Scared?” His cockiness was back in full force. You’d have to correct him for that later, but now was not the time.

You took his challenge, pulling yourself onto the flat hood of the jeep and spreading your legs for him. He looked ferocious under the mask. Reaching forward and pulling open your pussy lightly with one thumb, like he was considering how best to tackle a puzzle.

He flipped you over onto your stomach once more. His hips just a little higher than your ass in this position. He rolled the shirt he'd been using to clean the two of you into a makeshift pillow, sticking it under your hips. “Are you ready?” His thumb was once again lightly tugging at the opening to your vagina.

“God yes König, please fuck me.” You didn’t have to ask twice, König was lifting your hips to meet his cock the moment you said yes. Lining himself up with your dripping entrance and easing himself in. It was an achingly slow process accustoming yourself to his size. He pushed in, stopping once the pressure got too great and then continuing again once you relaxed enough to continue.

“Mein Gott, du bist so eng.” He grunted with the effort, one hand holding you up, the other holding himself up as he leaned over you. He started stroking in and out of you with a purposefully, frustratingly, slow speed. Each time you tried to push back against his hips he held you fast. Leaving himself in complete control.

You could only imagine what you looked like from behind. Pussy dripping wet, desperately trying to push more of his cock into you. His fingers were digging into your hip. In the morning you were going to have bruises all over your legs. "God König, you're so fucking big." You squealed as his hips made contact with your ass again. Every time he inserted himself fully you could feel the pressure all the way up to your ribs. Pushing in and out methodically.

He reached up leaving one hand on your hip and lacing the other through your hair, pulling your head back and exposing your neck. You smiled at him looking at him through your peripheral right as he slammed into you. It made your eyes roll back, and brought out the most guttural moan you had ever made in your life. "Fuck. König!" you screamed.

He started grunting with effort at every stroke. Finally taking the hand off your hip and letting you thrust and grind as you pleased. The only thing keeping you on the slippery hood of the car was the power behind his hips and pure strength of some gods will. You couldn't help but get loud as the steady pounding led towards climax "please," You moaned, "faster."

He picked up the pace making his strokes shallower, so he could slam himself into your pussy more often. Never reducing the amount of pure power that went into each and every stroke. He leaned over you burying his teeth into your shoulder. That was the final straw taking you over a single, violent precipice. You spasmed as he continued his steady and constant motion though it.

"We're not done yet, Engel." He slipped your sweating heaving form over onto its back. Only pulling out for a moment before thrusting into you again. In this position you could see just the corner of his jaw poking out from where the mask caught on his sweaty jaw. You reached up and adjusted it.

You were curious of course. The whole team was, but he was your partner and you'd let him decide when to show his face. He grabbed the hand that pulled down his mask and held it to his mouth. "Danke liebchen." His breath was warm and his hand enveloped yours in an admittedly attractive way. You blushed at the small tender moment between you two.

After that you kept eye contact as he thrust into you. Building onto your third orgasm of the day. He kept your hand in his, trapping it against the hood of the car. Keeping you from sliding off the edge. With the other hand he reached down and started rubbing slow circles around your clit, making your hips shove into him involuntarily.

"Jesus Christ König. Fuck!" You grabbed onto the front of his shirt pulling him in for another kiss. While he was down with you, you wrapped your arm around his neck. Savoring his kisses through the hood.

"God, Hase, can't get enough can you? Let switch this up." He lifts you up wrapping both your arms around his neck keeping his lips on yours and his dick in you. He then grabbed your thighs and coaxed you into wrapping them around his waist. Standing up to his full staggering height while he walks back around to the back of the Jeep. Laying you flat down in the trunk so he can thrust down into you.

This was a game changer. The kissing, the pressure on your womb, it was all too much. Having you screaming his name while he whispered praises into your lips. One of his strong hands began kneading at your breast. Rubbing the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, stopping every once in a while to flick it painfully, making you gasp. "You're so fucking sexy," he looked you up and down. "I wish you could see yourself like this. All full of my cock and squirming around. You're gorgeous."

He began kissing and sucking at your neck like a teenager. Biting the same place on your shoulder as before. This time stopping to suck on that place until you were sure a hickey would form. When he made eye contact again you could tell he was getting close. His breath was heavy and his pupils were small with concentration. "God I'm so close Liebchen. Just a couple more- '' He stroked in again and came Hard. Warm liquid filling your pussy as he continued to thrust until you joined him in Sweet bliss. "Holy shit." He leaned on one arm over you. Not pulling out yet. "That was incredible."

You stayed that way for several moments before he began untangling himself from you. Getting his cock out was a slow process, your vagina had welcomed him greedily but was less than certain about letting him go again. Finally he detached himself and began wiping up again, pulling out spare clothes from your packs as you wiped yourself down.

"I don't think we'll want to wear what we had. Smells a little… strong." You could disagree with that as you pulled out a pack of wet wipes, cleaning yourself from ears to toes before passing the pack on for König to do the same. With you both redressed and refreshed, apparently recovered from your fevers, you set out to drive the rest of the way to the base.

You were met with a medical team and your Captain. "Banshee." He addressed you, "You're back late."

"Good evening Captain. We had some… technical difficulties on the way here due to that gas. Lightheadedness, nausea. All things I will go over with the medical team during our tests. Kept me from driving for a good 30 minutes."

"I think you may have lost count of time Officer, you’re well over an hour late." Phoenix said, causing König to chuckle under his breath. "I expect a full report on my desk by tomorrow evening. But for now, go with the medics and get some rest. You did good today, Katie is already on a plane back to England and her father is very happy. We couldn't have done it without you."

"Thank you sir, I appreciate it." With that the Captain walked away leaving you two to be led back to be seen. The medics ran blood tests and found traces of stimulants in your system. Consistent with the symptoms you told them. You left out the real cause of your delay, because as you looked at König from across the room, it felt a shame to share the story with anyone else.

#könig #call of duty modern warfare #könig x reader #könig smut #im asexual what am i doing

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spitfire-of-the-sea · 1 year

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Stowaway Part 2 - The Rescue

Apparently there's people out there who think this idea is as hilarious as I do. :D Which makes my little old heart very happy <3 @soleilnomoon @a-forgotten-universe @nie-moge-oddychac @aloeanemona27 - thank you for replying and pushing this idea to the next part :D

Laying the ground works here. From here on out everything is fair game. Hehehe.

Reader x Ace/Marco/Thatch interaction (SFW) 2.3k Pure silliness

You had stayed clear of water ever since you had eaten that devil fruit, familiar with the well-known side-effect that came with the powers... You had known that you were basically an anchor now.

You hadn’t known, though.

Hadn’t known how the waves would crash over your head and push you under.

Hadn’t known how the strength would drain from your very bones, how your lungs would suddenly scream for air and panic would flood you.

Hadn’t known that no matter how desperately you kicked your feet, something was dragging you down, invisible hands that closed around you and pulled you down, down, down. Your struggles weaken with each second, the light of the surface slowly moving more and more out of reach.

It was then that the light momentarily vanished completely from your sight and you couldn’t help it, you gasped for air and all you got was salt on your tongue and fire trickling down your chest.

Then, suddenly, magically, something solid came around you, tightened, and you were pulled up. Your head broke the surface of the water and you desperately fought for air, coughing and sputtering and spitting out water and fear alike. Dazed you didn’t even fully comprehend what was happening, not until you were out of the water and pressed against a solid chest, big hands massaging your sides and many voices all around you, muttering and cursing.

“Did you get her in time?!”

“I thought cats can swim!”

“Quick, get Marco!”

“Look at the poor thing, shaking like a leaf!”

The only reason you didn’t change shape then and there was because you simply didn’t have enough functioning brain cells, not while you were fighting for air, not when you were coughing up water, the memory of something dragging you down fresh in your mind.

When finally you felt like you could breathe again, you realized that the chest you were pressed against was almost as hairy as you. The hands rub your sides insistently, coaxing even the last gulps of water out of your heaving chest.

Slowly and with considerable effort you pressed your paws against the man holding you, dizzy and nauseous. When you looked up, you saw the face of the guy with the pompadour from before – except now his long, auburn hair was wet and clung to his face. His eyes rested on you, worry written all over his face.

“What’d you that for, huh?” he murmured and Ace’s face appeared next to you.

Ace placed his hand on your head and gently turned it to look at him, his brows drawn together. His hand was so warm and you couldn’t help it, you leaned into it, following his body heat. “I think she’s fine, Thatch,” he murmured and rubbed your ear between his fingers. “Probably got scared. You shouldn’t let go of her, who knows, maybe she makes a run for it again.”

“She’s drenched, though,” the guy holding you up against his wide chest – Thatch? – answered. “Won’t stop shivering, either. Here, you take her, warm her up!”

You groaned in protest when his large hands scooped you up and you were handed over to Ace, who quickly took you and tugged you under his chin, his body impossibly warm against you. Before you could properly think about your actions, you melted into him and pressed yourself flush against him, desperate to soak up his heat.

“Ssssh… it’s all good, baby girl. We’ve got you,” he murmured against your head, and slowly, way too slowly, the full weight of the situation dawned on you. If only it wouldn’t feel so nice to snuggle into him and enjoy not being dead.

However.

HOWEVER.

You were surrounded by pirates who seemed to be absolutely unaware that you were, in fact, only at most 50% cat and those were magical, for lack of a better word. Then there was the fact that you were currently in the arms of who you were pretty sure was Ace D. Portgas, commander of the 2nd division and… well…

You were also naked. Except for your fur. And that would help you very, very little once you returned to your human form or even hybrid form. There were a couple of things you didn’t necessarily want to flaunt in front of 50 or more pirates aboard their ship surrounded by the open sea. You had literally just proved with doubtless evidence that there was no way off this ship, at least not alive.

The extreme size difference between your human and cat form meant that you had to leave your clothes behind. Usually not a problem, you had stashes all over the island for exactly this purpose, after all. Thing was… you were no longer on your island.

Hesitantly you lifted your head to look around. Yeah. A couple of dozen pirates, all definitely too close and paying too much attention for you to just turn bare-assed and tits-out. You weren’t shy but even you had boundaries.

When you noticed them parting to make way for a new figure, you flattened your ears against your skull and watched with growing horror the tuft of blond, pineapple-like hair bobbing closer. Shit. Just what you needed. Marco The Phoenix, commander of the 1st division. The guy was worth over 1 billion berry.

Maybe if you got away you could hide somewhere…? You were small, after all…?!

You started to wiggle in Ace’s arms and twist in an attempt to get away but he only closed his hands tighter around you, pressing you close and making an escape impossible.

With growing dread, you saw Marco come to a stand next to you. Yeah. You couldn’t reveal yourself. They’d throw you overboard. Or worse. They’d want to keep you. As entertainment! Or… or…! Worse! They’d make you become a pirate, too! Biting back any words that might have stumbled over your tongue, you pressed your face into Ace’s neck.

“She’s shivering even more now,” he murmured. “Marco, can you check her? If she’s really fine?”

There was a brief silence, then you heard Marco answer: “Sure. But does anybody want to tell me why we have a cat now-yoi?”

“Must have snuck on during the night.” This time it was Thatch’s voice. “She was in the mass hall in the morning, Ace found her.”

“Yeah, she was sleeping above the fireplace. Probably smelled the food. Look how scrawny she is! Just bones and skin!”

Annoyance bubbled up in you and it was an emotion you could work with much better than fear. You so latched onto it. Curling your tail around yourself you started to wriggle around again. Just bones and skin?! You were most decidedly not bones and skin! That’s just how you looked when you got wet…! Everybody only saw the fluff and thought that was your full volume. Once that volume was gone, well… WELL.

“We can give her some food later,” Thatch said and you almost perked up at that. You hadn’t eaten since yesterday afternoon and now that he mentioned it… you were hungry.

“Well, we can put her in the larder. There’s some mice there she can hunt,” somebody said and your ears twitched. Ewww. As if you’d ever do such a thing. You made a mental note to stay far away from the larder, you didn’t plan on catching fleas.

“Why do you keep calling it she? Has anybody even checked?” another guy asked and you tugged your tail closer around yourself. They were welcome to try. You’d scratch their eyes out first…

“She’s clearly a girl,” Ace snapped, completely exasperated.

You froze. Fuck. Had he… looked at you?! With horror you started to struggle with renewed force, holding curses back with the last shreds of your sanity.

“I mean, look at her! She’s way too tiny and fine-boned to be a guy!” he said then and you huffed a sigh of relief.

“That’s… that’s not how cats work, Ace.”

“Shut up, leave her alone!” he turned his back to the crowd, thereby taking you out of their sight and you could have kissed the man. He was so right. Leave her alone! Freedom to the cat! Take her back to that island back there!

“If you want me to check her, you’ll have to give her to me-yoi,” Marco said with a sigh and held out his hands.

“Ah, right, sorry! Be careful, though, she’s a flight risk! We don’t want her going overboard again!” Ace chuckled and once again you were picked up and handed over like luggage.

Was this your life now?

“Well, first things first,” Marco said as you dangled between his hands and he looked you over. “Definitely a girl.”

Your jaw dropped as your eyes locked and you felt your blood rush to your head, your heart pounding in your ears. With a growl worthy of a tiger – at least you thought so, the chuckles that broke out around you told a different story – you curled into yourself while swiping your claw at him, claws out.

It was a quick move, with good technique and wonderful flow.

Turned out, though, that your short little legs didn’t get anywhere close to Marco’s face and all you did was claw at the air in front of him with about as much chance of teaching him a lesson as a gust of wind had.

The bastard chuckled at your attempt. “And she’s not a happy girl-yoi.”

“Well, you’re holding her all wrong!” Ace said and sounded rather agitated. “Support her butt! Don’t just dangle her like that!”

You flinched when he did just that. Support your butt. You coughed, thoughts racing. You personally didn’t think your butt needed all that much support. You also came to the final conclusion that there was no way in hell that you’d turn into your human form after this. There was absolutely no way you’d survive the sheer embarrassment.

There wasn’t much you could do, really, your attempts to scoot off his hand were rather inefficient thanks to the way Marco was still holding you up and you slowly resigned yourself to your fate. Karma had finally caught up to you. You’d have to stay in your cat form until the next island and the chance to flee. You’d have to leave your dignity behind but at least you’d be alive.

Marco only chuckled and finally did as told, placing one hand below your butt – honestly, this was the weirdest day of your life; it was barely breakfast time and three men who were world-known criminals had touched your ass by now – and pulled you against his chest. Which, wouldn’t you know it: also naked. The shirt he wore was not even buttoned and you once again, your cheek smushed against warm, naked skin. Less hairy than Thatch. More so than Ace. Definitely less warm than Ace but firmer than Thatch.

9 out of 10 stars. Would recommend.

You hiccupped a slightly hysterical laugh and barely swallowed it down before it grew too loud, feeling the intent gazes of all three commanders on you, all of them quiet now. Shit. Shit. Shiiiit.

Oh well.

“Mew,” you uttered and fucking hated yourself for it.

Then, because they were still staring: “Meeeeeeew.”

“She sounds weird,” Thatch muttered.

“You sound weird!” Ace flared up immediately.

It was then you decided that you had a clear favorite so far. Thatch had saved you from drowning, though, so you would let it slide. Your cat game was top-notch!

For added effect, you lifted a paw to your mouth and gave it a tentative lick. And then, because you were an idiot who had ignored the events of the past ten or so minutes, you gagged at the taste of salt on your tongue and almost hurled. Again.

Thatch chuckled and ran a hand through his hair, momentarily distracting you. Shit. He was actually pretty attractive when his pompadour wasn’t distracting from the rest of him. He had a much brawnier build than the other two commanders, his upper arms thick and his chest wide. His chest was covered in auburn curls and you could spot several tattoos on his upper body.

Apparently, you were momentarily distracted enough to miss something vital happening. Or very least you had to assume as much when you were suddenly covered in blue flames!

That was probably the moment when you lost another one of your 9 lives, or at the very least it sure felt so. Your heart was in your throat and your whole body convulsed when the realization slowly hit you – blue flames were dancing over your body, along your paws, and your tail…! You kicked and scrambled, painting bloody lines all over Marco’s chest, but his iron grip didn’t even loosen a tiny bit.

“Oi! You should have warned her! Now you scared her again!” Ace protested.

“You think I should have sat this cat down and explained to her how my devil fruit powers work so she wouldn’t panic when she sees fire-yoi?” Marco asked dryly. “Tell her how it’s healing flames that will not harm her in the least? Yeah. I’m sure she’d have understood.”

You’d been only half-listening in your struggles but when you saw the scratches you had inflicted upon him just vanish under your paws, your eyes went saucer-shaped and after another moment you realized… the flames indeed didn’t burn you. They felt cool, almost pleasant. Your tail twitched. What the actual fuck…?

“She’s fine. Swallowed a bit of seawater but she’s coughed it all up,” Marco finally said and the flames died down again, leaving you sitting there utterly dumbstruck and frozen, thoughts racing. Devil fruit powers, huh? So he had… healed you somewhat?

“She’s still drenched, though, if we let her dry like this she’ll have salt in her fur and if she tries to clean it, she might consume too much salt and get sick.” You looked up. Well, you were completely wet, he was right, and you didn’t exactly care for licking yourself clean. Even without the added taste of salt. Ew.

“I guess we’ll have to give her a bath, huh?” Ace concluded, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Wait. What.

Let me know in the comments who of the guys should do the honors. Hehe. <3

#one piece x reader #portgas d ace x reader #portgas d ace x you #thatch x reader #thatch x you #marco x reader #portgas d ace #thatch one piece #marco the phoenix #one piece #fluff #no brain cells were involved in the making of #stowaway series

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Hi I just wanted to say that I read the second part of the Lucifer stuff (idk what to call it; a fic? one-shots? simply ideas? idk what to call it, so the general "stuff" it is lol) and I gotta say that this was my favorite part of the whole thing: "Lucifer just took in a deep breath, brought his hands up to squish his cheeks, and let out a screech before running circles around the room. Eleanora squawked, turning to watch the devil king lose his mind. “Why, why, why, whyyyyy!? Why did you tell her you had a surprise for her!?”

“...So you couldn’t duck out?”

He skidded to a halt, the floor squeaking against his heels, and he looked to see her grinning goofily at him, pointing at one of the many piles of rubber ducks that were in his room. “Uh-huh. I see what you did there. You think you’re hilarious, don’t’cha?”

The pun, the mental photo of Lucifer screaming and running like around like a chicken with its head cut off, the callout for using a pun? Priceless. Love it all to death. I also had an idea for you, if you want it? I just had this thought of El, in a moment of both utter self-loathing and sheer bravery, decides to confess to Lucifer using a song. The one in particular I was thinking of? "Door" by I Don't Know How But They Found Me. Idk, I was listening to the song, and I felt it sort of fit them? Or the vibes, at least. Just the mental image of her looking at him and singing the line, "If you just tell me what you think about me, I can collect all my things from the floor" gives me goosebumps and also doe-eyes because I'm imagining Lucifer basically in shock the entire song (it's a relatively short song don't worry abt it) because he's also deep in self-loathing and doesn't understand what she sees in him because he doesn't really see it in himself. I dunno, do with the idea what you will *shrugs*

Either way, I absolutely loved this and can't wait for more, if you decide to write more for Lucifer! :3

“If I’m out of line, just show me the door; I promise you I won’t come here no more. If you just tell me what you think about me, I can collect all my things from the floor. Promise the next time you take my hand… is to show me the door.” I HAD TO LOOK THIS SONG UP AND NOW MY HEART IS IN PIECES. OOF.

IT SUITS THEM SO WELL???? El has already had a couple moments of, “Frick, was this out of line? Am I crossing the line by singing this song??? I’m just a human, he’s the devil, I probably shouldn’t be saying all this stuff but I wanna help him” which can be kinda seen in Luci’s pov whenever she hesitates before singing or resting a hand on his shoulder to comfort him.

And LUCIFER HAS MADE A SHOW OF TAKING HER HAND. Hell, EL has made a show of it.

I dunno why, but the hand holding is becoming a very prominent thing between them, haha. Like when he sings to her and brings her close to dance, or when she grabs his hand to stop him from anxiously nibbling his fingers to bits and when she was singing to him to calm him down. It’s just turning into a thing.

I feel like the song might actually happen after they’re “unofficially” together??? Because El doesn’t really know what he’s thinking or how he views her. Basically a, “What are we?” Kind of moment where it’s obvious to everyone except themselves that they’re dating/have feelings for each other.

Also!! I have posted the two chapters to Ao3 so it’s technically a fic now, lol.

I’m working on the next chapter right now. We be getting El’s pov now!!! (But it’s still in third person because it started with third person and I must commit to the bit, even though it feels super weird)

Oh gods. I have this image in my head of El, like, kissing the back of Lucifer’s hand (or even just his fingers in this super gentle and sweet way) before whispering the song and trying not to cry because WHAT IF REJECTION!???? And Lucifer is just stunned silent, and when he doesn’t react or say anything she goes to pull away but he snatches her hand back and starts his own song. Whatever that is.

I have a bit of an idea for it.

“I think I love you~? A feeling I thought I couldn’t have again, lost amongst the despair. I think I want you~ in ways I doubt that you know. You helped repair~ a bond that was once nearly broken, and… I don’t think I can let you go. But if this feeling is love, I… just don’t know.”

Buuut that’s all I got so far and it might just change.

Anyways. Yee. :3 El and Luci are chaotic beans.

#hazbin hotel oc #hazbin hotel lucifer x oc #hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #lucifer magne #dancing with the devil #Avion answers

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cloveroctobers · 1 year

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Love me like you — Joe x OC | Ginny & Georgia

A/N: I always wanted to write for joe aka SAV but also didn’t want the diehard joe x Georgia Stan’s to come at me lol — although I’m also a stan. However after seeing that BS for Joe & Mrs. Redhead I had to do something of my own. (We’re not rocking with Cynthia like that over here.) Something that makes sense ☕️ but this will also feel like you’re getting your heart stomped on :) I have a few episodes left of the new season so I’m still holding my breath lol! And if you don’t know, now you know—angst is what I do. So get ready to scream at me but here’s to also cheering for Joe’s happy ending someday👏🏽

S|N: OC’s name is pronounced like Sienna just without the “i” lol & Lior is just like Dior—not liar lmao. She’s not physically described in this so it also works for x f! reader as well.

WARNINGS: bad judgment & Language.

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‘How did we get here?’ No Paramore! Senna-Lior thought to herself as she sat in the driver’s side of her car, hands gripping the steering wheel so tight that she started to lose feeling in her hands.

The rain pelted hard against the window shield as Senna took in a shaky breath with a damp face.

What she was going through with Joe was a whole lot.

Actually let’s run that back.

“How did we get here?! When I used to know you so well!” Senna-Lior screamed the lyrics that vibrated throughout her parked car, “How did we get here? Well, I think I know.” Then she went crazy to the beat, letting the lyrics basically attempt to soothe the heartache she was feeling right now.

What she didn’t notice was Joe locking up for the night, ready to go home. When he turned around, he stood across the street at his own business, underneath the tarp which shielded him from the rain. He watched her flailing her head around, hair whipping as he could faintly hear the beat of music bouncing from her car over the raindrops.

Joe wasn’t sure if he should make that move across the street, not after the rough discussion they had in his café a week ago. While he was pondering over these thoughts, her head slightly turned to see him standing there, watching her.

Great, now he felt like he was being a complete creep.

His eyes went wide in embarrassment at being caught. Should he wave? That probably wouldn’t be appropriate and lucky for him he didn’t have to think too hard about what happened next. Senna-Lior did the honors of turning her head to face forward, started the engine, followed by her headlights shining as she pulled away from the curb and away from Joe.

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It really shouldn’t have been a question why Senna-Lior and Joe were in this place now, looking back on things. They were always the best of friends, which didn’t come without the shit-talking and slight competition in the beginning. Senna-Lior owned a brew-pub right across the street from The Blue Farm called The Bronze Pantry.

So when Joe did his first walk-through as the official owner of the blue farm, Senna-Lior was the first to greet him on the street, telling him his building was haunted—just for shits and giggles…mainly. Of course he didn’t believe her, especially after learning from the shoe repair shop guy next door to him, that the building Joe now owned, was originally supposed to be The bronze pantry. However he entertained her interest in the paranormal, just to show that he was good spirited about her teasing.

It was more of a love and hate type of thing at first, between Senna-Lior and Joe. She really wasn’t out to get him like the people in Wellsbury thought. In fact Senna-Lior wanted to see Joe win from the very moment he showed his parents and big sister around The Blue Farm for the very first time. Senna-Lior couldn’t recall seeing them there at the grand opening; Joe confirmed that when he came over to The Bronze Pantry for a glass of whiskey before he went home.

From there they gradually got to know each other, piece by piece. Joe even placed a order with Senna-Lior for her manufacturer to distribute some of their beer (not exactly the same beer she distributed in the bronze pantry per say, since Joe didn’t want to completely take all of her business!) for a limited time only. Senna-Lior even did a collab with Joe for a couple of months, bringing the bronze pantry to half of Joe’s café, since her place suffered water damage and brew damage.

Joe’s joke not her’s.

Although Senna-Lior and Joe mostly worked on different time frames, they often spent their free time together. Even more now that her scumbag of a ex, who was in a successful metal band overseas, decided to stay international after she learned about his infidelity, along with finding the wedding ring he accidentally left behind, was actually for the redhead he fallen for and not Senna-Lior.

On Sunday’s the bronze pantry was closed so Senna-Lior spent her time going for jogs at the local park with her sheriff father, then when they got home to their two family home, she’d head to her side of the house to the right and do laundry, while her father prepared Sunday dinner to the left for her and her little sister Flora. Joe would eventually make his way over after being at the blue farm, for sometimes a leftover plate or to mainly watch the game with Senna-Lior’s dad.

Mondays were usually slow days for Senna-Lior but fast-paced for Joe as everyone was getting back into the swing of things for the week. The bronze pantry opened at 12pm and she would arrive anywhere between 1-1:30 as she had her assistant manager open for her most of the time—thats the perks of owning your own business people! You show up when you want while still putting the work in.

Everyday was a routine once Senna-Lior and Joe became really close, yet they still had their own lives to live where it didn’t feel clingy.

Senna-Lior swore to herself that she wouldn’t fall for her best friend. It was the typical cliché that she didn’t want to be part of but once she was healed and considered the possibility of dating again, Joe was surprisingly what she envisioned. They actually went speed-dating together, since she was always the one that told Joe that he needed to put himself out there! He had all the qualities of what made him a great partner, yet his response was being solely focused on the blue farm.

It was a fun event but they both knew they didn’t hit it off with anyone there. They had better fun going for gelato afterwards and watching rom-coms at Joe’s ranch.

Their story felt like a brief moment, like she blinked and it was over for good. At least that’s what Senna-Lior felt and began to regret ever entering the cafe that night.

“I—I love you too.” Joe breathed, as he held Senna-Lior by the waist.

She had stumbled her way in just as Joe was locking the front doors. Senna-Lior had a lot on her chest and tonight was the night that she was going to admit that she loved Joe…more than a friend. Part of her hoped he felt the same but she knew about the small page he took up in Georgia’s story. Senna-Lior listened to Joe rant about this on Game night Wednesday’s and she wished that Joe would keep this same energy and just tell Georgia.

Which was a bit hypocritical as she realized now she has feelings for best friend, long before this Georgia Peach came back into the picture. If she was still included, since Georgia was engaged to the ken-doll looking Mayor and Senna-Lior was there to get Joe back on his feet. She hated that the southern woman with the good hair, held a good portion of Joe’s heart when she’s been right there, this entire time!

Granted, Joe watched Senna-Lior care for someone else but he never felt out of place on the sidelines. Perhaps Joe knew that Senna-Lior was not in love with her rockstar boyfriend and preferred being by her side. Not wishing for things to crumble for his best friend but to continue uplifting her when she needed it. He was fine being in his designated spot, however when Senna-Lior saw Joe with Georgia she realized maybe that’s what he’s always been waiting for.

Yet she would be damned if she didn’t at least test the waters. She was always the type of person that felt: if you didn’t try then you won’t know. Sure she had a bit of liquid courage and bounced her ass a bit with her assistant manager, Kennedy before heading over to the blue farm but hey you can’t say she didn’t put in the effort.

And that was her own fault.

She gave her whole speech about not waiting around for miracles when you can just look at what’s in front of your very eyes.

Joe snorted as he sat at the bar stool facing the woman, “I think you’re tipsy, venting and will probably hate that you got emotional about it when you remember in the morning. Yet…I kinda want you to carry on.”

Blowing a raspberry, Senna-Lior fanned her hand at the man, “Make fun of me all you want, Joey. But there are real feelings in here,” she patted her chest, “and I need you to hear them before it’s too late and you choose a different soulmate that’s not me.”

Joe raised his brow at that. So this was a serious, serious conversation right now and Joe wasn’t sure how to go about this. Senna-Lior wasn’t drunk, so she knew what she was saying but it was all rambling out too fast for her brain to process.

“I just want you to know,” Senna-Lior waltzed up to joe, resting her hands right on his sturdy shoulders, “that I love you.”

Joe couldn’t believe this. It’s not like she was normally this overly affectionate person but Senna-Lior knew when to say it when the time was right. It was not the first time that she has ever said the L word to him, being his best friend and all…but the look in her eyes hinted that this time was different.

This means something.

It really sucked watching life and love flow on around Joe, being on the sidelines and when the days were hard, it felt nice to hear that somebody loved him—other than his parents.

So Joe said it back but…he realized that he may not have meant it the way that Senna-Lior meant it. He hesitated with his hands on her waist and the words were automatic from his brain but his heart felt like it was being squeezed.

It was her eyes that got him in trouble along with his mouth because the next thing he knew, Senna-Lior’s lips were right on his. His grip on Senna-Lior tightened as he pushed off the bar stool, his lips were moving fast against hers as she gripped his face.

This should have been wrong instantly but he knew Senna-Lior. Knew her for years and sure this felt a little strange—new but with her hands traveling over his body, and gripping dangerously low, Joe had to rip his lips away with a groan.

“What are we doing?” Joe breathed, forehead pressed against Senna-Lior’s.

She swallowed, “trying something new in the new year?”

Joe couldn’t help but to chuckle and knew he really should have stopped this right there. However part of him didn’t want to and that had to mean something, maybe selfishness?. He realized it all the next morning that he didn’t want to be this guy as he watched Senna-Lior sleep in the back room.

He had the only coffee that Senna-Lior liked ready for her, he was dressed, washed up and ready to go, just to turn around and come back here in a couple hours. She was always beautiful and when she slept she looked like a total angel, like she didn’t have to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders.

Joe was ready to wake her but the smell of the coffee must have wakened her first, as she stretched her arms above her head, wincing slightly before a eye popped open.

“Joe,” she started almost as a warning as he carefully approached her, sitting on the cot in the back room, slowly reaching over to pull up the sheet across her bare chest, before handing over a mug, “thank you for this.”

She leaned on her elbow, covers tucked against her chest as she sipped at the cappuccino with extra foam.

“You’re welcome,” Joe sighed as he watched her take a sip.

She hummed in content, licking her upper lip before she peeked at the bearded man. “What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing.” He was quick to answer which already made him guilty.

“You sure?”

“Yup! I was just coming to wake you, I know we both have to start getting ready for the day. It is Friday after all.” Joe responded as Senna-Lior nodded.

“How generous of you, waking me up with the only thing I like on your menu.” Senna-Lior teased with a wink.

Joe rolled his eyes as he counteracted, “that’s not necessarily true…you seemed to like what I had on the menu last night, if I remember correctly? Mind pointing out what you see on my neck?”

He revealed the dark patches on his pretty brown skin as Senna-Lior laughed to herself. She was sure there were plenty other marks on his back but these were nice too. “Shut up, you’re corny.”

“Which you love.” Flew out of his mouth so fast, that he had to sit up straight, like he’s just been shocked.

Senna-Lior groaned as she used her free hand to rub at her eye, “I did say that didn’t I?”

“A few times, actually.”

Silence was met and part of Joe felt maybe she was starting to regret this. Then that way this could make this a little easier for what was about to come.

“Do you want to talk about this…” Sienna-Lior glanced at the Roman numeral clock on the wall above the door, “over dinner tonight?”

Joe inhaled, “I actually can’t. Why don’t you swing by here, Saturday night? Give us some time to get our thoughts together…since I feel, both of us are a little unsure what to say about all of this.”

This wasn’t Joe’s intention to prolong this but he didn’t want to have this conversation so early. He didn’t know how this would go and he didn’t want to potentially ruin Senna-Lior’s day.

Relax, he already knows how this sounds.

“Okay,” Senna-Lior nodded, “Saturday night works for me.” She swung her legs over the side of the bed, downing the hot beverage down and used the spoon to scoop the leftover foam on the sides up.

As she collected her things, Joe kept quiet giving Senna-Lior the privacy she needed while she did. When she turned back around she laughed at Joe a bit saying, “are you seriously hiding yourself from this glorious view this morning? C’mon, joe! You’re acting like we’re on trial here!”

It would soon feel like it.

Joe gave a small smile as he rubbed at his beard in thought, “I’m just…being respectful.”

“Riiight, lighten up! It’s a brand new day,” Senna-Lior cooed, wiggling her hips as she finished buttoning her jeans, “I’ll see you soon then, weirdo.”

The man gave a small wave as Senna-Lior was now on her phone, leaving the spare room trying not to think about Joe’s actions for the morning after. Soon Joe had to follow her out, listening carefully to make sure she left the building to lock up.

Now Joe wished he could lock himself away for longer than a day, to erase the fury Senna-Lior’s spewed at him that Saturday night.

“It was all a lie then,” Senna-Lior said after a long period of silence.

Joe exhaled as Senna-Lior gripped the wine glass. He was expected her to throw it right in his face and he wouldn’t blame her but she just chugged the contents in the glass.

“No, it wasn’t.” Joe started, “I do love you, you’re my best friend in this whole snobby town.”

She visibly flinched.

“…I just never thought you would be one of those guys, Joe. To lie to me to get me to lay with you.”

This was exactly what Joe didn’t want this to look like.

“That wasn’t my intention,” Joe sighed, “it really wasn’t. I-I don’t want to take advantage of you like that. I just needed you to know before this carried on any further, romantically, that I can’t love you like you need me to. Not in that way or at least…not right now.”

Senna-Lior did not want to hold her breath on the last part of that statement. She didnt ever want to be anyone’s second choice.

“What do you want me to do with this, Joe?” Senna-Lior asked, “I confessed long time feelings for you and you kinda led me on, thinking that this could be more. If you just wanted a night with me as strictly your best friend, we could have discussed that.”

“You seriously would have been fine with me asking that of you? Like some sort of pact?” Joe scoffed, “I never thought of you in that way, as a one time only kinda woman. I value this friendship too much—despite how shitty this situation is turning out to be.”

Senna-Lior tossed her head back with a cackle, “Joe! Just cut the bullshit. You weren’t thinking with your main head, which is the problem here and wasn’t expecting me to be vulnerable or rather desperate for you.”

“You’re not—i fucked up and I’m sorry. I empathize with you saying that you love me and I’ll always care for you. It’s just—

“I’m not your true soulmate. I’m not the one.” Senna-Lior pressed her nails into her palms.

Joe tried to reach out for her hand but she pulled it back. The man closed his eyes briefly at this, he was hurting her and that’s not something he ever wanted to do.

“We were connected way before that Thursday night, that I’m sure of. It may not be romantically but that could simply be because my heart isn’t ready yet and i accept that. I think what that was…was convenience on both parts.” Joe slowly explained, coming to terms with his version of events.

He watched as Senna-Lior huffed out a breath.

“Hear me out please,” Joe raised his hands, “don’t get me wrong, I felt shitty as soon as I woke up but you’re right, I wasn’t thinking when it happened and that was wrong. I’ll always be sorry for that, not thinking about the consequences of it all. However, it’s only been half a year since things ended with Ruben…”

A sharp inhale was heard at the mention of his name in the dim quiet café, that Joe had to tread lightly.

“Although you told me you didn’t know what the future held for you two, you still loved him. You’ve been together before we became friends and that’s not something you can just get over, especially with how it ended.”

Senna-Lior was pointing now, “Are you trying to convince me or do you genuinely feel that’s true?”

Joe held the woman’s stare as he spoke, “I do. And that’s okay to feel that way. You haven’t really coped as far as I can tell? You carried on as if nothing happened, cut him out of your life completely without acknowledging that it’s over. You needed to and found that comfort in me, which i can’t be mad about by the way. It was a—

He caught himself, knowing now wasn’t the time to be joking around or be insensitive.

“Do you have a fucking degree in psychology that I don’t know about?” Senna-Lior questioned, “I don’t need you to analyze me. I needed you to love me back.”

The way her voice cracked made Joe want to sink into the floor forever. He couldn’t imagine what Senna-Lior was feeling right now but he could tell you he equally didn’t feel well.

There maybe some truth to what Joe was saying, as he was always on the outside looking in but Senna-Lior didn’t like how he chose to be honest now compared to two days ago. Before she was stepping out of her jeans for him and opened up in a whole new way that friends normally don’t.

“I’m so sorry.”

That was all Joe could say.

Senna-Lior swallowed, “I know and it does nothing for me. This hurts because now I have to lose you.”

“No,” Joe shook his head with a frown, “it doesn’t have to be like that.”

Senna-Lior scrapped the chair back, smoothing down her long length dress, “how else can it be, Joey? I’m unfortunately, secretly desperate for love and like you said…I haven’t healed from Ruben. So now I guess I’ll just add you to the list.”

She had to get out of here before the tears started falling, although Joe could see them brewing for awhile now. He also stood as Senna-Lior grabbed her purse and began making her way to the front door.

“Don’t leave,” Joe called out to the woman who kept moving forward, “w-we can figure this out, I’m sure of it.”

She hesitated at the door, shoulders tense before she turned back to Joe, leaning against the door. The back of her hand pressed against her nostrils as she tried to encourage herself how to breathe. Friendship breakups—if you still considered this that! were so damn hard and the worst you can possibly face.

Joe took long strides to get to the woman who was trying to catch her breath. He tucked her underneath his chin, her arms wrapping tightly around him as she allowed him to hold her for the last time tonight.

Things would never be the same.

And when she pulled back to stare up into his kind but sad filled eyes, she caressed his growing beard, before tugging his head down to kiss his nose.

“I love you, take care of yourself, Joey.” Sienna-Lior was able to get out before she exited, breaking down once more.

Joe wanted to grab her and not let her go but he knew he couldn’t fix this, no matter how sorry he was. Not when his heart was still waiting on someone else.

The love was there but the damage was already done.

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The Bond Between Us ~ 48

THE BOND BETWEEN US MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 3,405ish

Summary: Obi-Wan goes to Nur to rescue Leia and finds someone else along the way.

Notes: I have a feeling y’all will really like this one. Reactions are very welcome and encouraged!

“Ben,” Tala called, trying to get the man to keep conscious as the transport flew. “Ben, stay with me. You’re gonna be okay. Hold on. Get the bacta tank ready!”

“Bacta tank is right this way,” a man ushered Tala and the stretcher Obi-Wan was being carried on toward where he was pointing to.

Obi-Wan was basically unconscious when he was thrown into the bacta tank. His mind was playing the recent fight with his old apprentice over and over again as he twitched and winced at the burning flesh of his own skin. He lurched forward in the tank before his eyes snapped open. Frantically, he pulled himself up to the surface and spit the breathing tube out.

“Don’t! Don’t!” Tala said as Obi-Wan gasped for air. “You’re still not healed! Your burns, your body, they just need time.”

“Where…” Obi-Wan gasped, confused. He looked around.

“We’re on Jabiim. You’re safe now.”

He panted as his senses slowly started coming back to him. “Where’s Leia?”

~~~

Vaguely, you could feel a Force signature that was familiar and yet unrecognizable at the same time. It was a young girl, you could feel the Force within her. Pure and strong. You feared what the Inquisitors might do to her. But as you tried to get to your feet, you just collapsed again. The Third Sister had been right, you were slipping away into the Force and it wouldn’t be long until you were completely gone now. You could only hope that whatever the Force had in store for you would come quickly, whether that be the end or a rescue.

~~~

Refusing to be in the bacta tank any longer and freshly changed, Obi-Wan placed his lightsaber on his right hip before placing yours on his left. He kept his hand running along yours as he and Tala walked out to the main hangar.

“Roken,” Tala called over to a man.

“He shouldn’t be here,” Roken responded.

“I know you’re upset, but—“

“I mean it. Get him on the first transport outta here. Too many people are looking for you. You’ll put us all in danger.”

“I need your help,” Obi-Wan said, stepping closer to the man.

“So does every kid making a rock float from here to Coruscant.”

“Someone very important to me has been taken. I need your help to get her back.

“General, I’m sorry, but that’s not my problem.”

“Well, I wish that were true.”

“She knows everything,” Tala confirmed. Roken sighed as he walked passed the two, though they followed after him. “Where we are, what we’re doing. Roken, if she finds us, we need to prepare an evacuation.”

“I can’t shut it down,” Roken said. “Everything runs outta here.”

“Then help us to get her back,” Obi-Wan said. “I can’t lose her. You’ve no idea was the Empire is capable of.”

Roken sighed as he turned to Obi-Wan. “I had a wife once. I knew exactly what she was before we got married. We tried to hide it. And the Inquisitors found her anyway. So I know exactly what the Empire can do…” Roken thought for a moment. “Look, if you want my help, you got it.”

Roken led the two over to a small hologram center. Roken had to hit the machine a few times to really get it working. When the hologram appeared, it showed a planet and two moons.

“Nur,” Roken stated as the hologram zoomed closer. “It’s a water moon. We got this off the grid while it was being built. It’s all we have.” A hologram of Fortress Inquisitorius appeared. “It’s in the Mustafar system.”

“That’s Vader’s system,” Tala noted.

“Is Vader there?” Obi-Wan asked, growing more concerned.

“We don’t think so,” Roken replied. “Our intel shows he’s still on his ship, but he’s close.”

“So that’s it?” A younger man nearby questioned. “Fortress Inquisitorius.”

“It’s impenetrable, Wade,” a woman commented.

“How far down do you think it goes?” Obi-Wan wondered.

“Have no idea,” Roken answered. “It’s their base of operations, so probably got a command center, a training facility.”

“Truth is, nobody knows what it looks like in there,” the woman spoke up again.

“I don’t see any shields,” Obi-Wan noted.

“That’s because no one would be stupid enough to attack them,” Roken responded.

“We could take those speeders,” Obi-Wan pointed at what he was talking about, “go in at night. You have some T-47’s in the hangar.”

“It’s suicide.”

“We need to find a way inside.”

“Yeah, well, we’re not soldiers,” the woman said. “Those speeders are for hauling sewage.”

“She’s ten years old. I won’t leave her there. I’ll go on my own.”

“You can barely stand. You’re not getting in there.”

“I’ll go with him,” Tala offered quickly. “Well, I have officer clearance. I can get you inside, and I can get you access.”

“Is your cover still intact?” Obi-Wan asked.

“We’ll find out soon enough. We’re wasting time.” Tala started walking away. “Get my ship fueled and ready.”

~~~

It didn’t take long for Obi-Wan, Tala, Roken, Sully, and Wade to be on their way to Nur. As Obi-Wan and Tala flew on her ship, Obi-Wan practiced using the Force on a small object. It was disappointing how hard it was to simply move it toward him. Tala could see it took a lot of his energy. Obi-Wan noticed the concern.

“I’ll be alright,” he told her.”

Tala sighed and shook her head. “Your body is not the only thing that needs to heal, Ben. The past is a hard thing to forget. And you just need time, that’s all.”

“Some things can’t be forgotten.”

“You care about Leia?” He nodded. “Then you’re gonna have to try.” The front consul beeped. “We’re almost there.”

~~~

Obi-Wan was dropped over in the water near the Fortress while Tala landed her ship inside the hangar. Obi-Wan swam toward an underwater entry port. Tala broke into the system and was able to open it. Entering the Fortress, Obi-Wan took out a stormtrooper before officially letting Tala know he was in. Cautiously, Obi-Wan continued down the halls.

“Look at this place,” Tala commented over the comlink as she looked at the maps. “What are they keeping down there?”

“Where is she?” Obi-Wan asked, ducking behind a wall.

“The detention area’s in a secure sector. Just keep heading north.”

“Seeker droid.”

“Yeah, I see it. Looks like they’re everywhere. You’ll need to—“

“Tala?” Obi-Wan began following behind the seeker droid, going north. “Take, can you hear me?”

A new seeker droid appeared, forcing Obi-Wan to duck into another hallway and close the doors. He pressed up against the wall as the seeker droid peered through the window slots in the door. Once the droid had moved on, Obi-Wan tried to call for his friend again.

“Tala?” He saw some stormtroopers coming and climbed into the window ceils, hiding there as they passed.

“Ben?” Tala’s voice sounded in the comlink.

“Did you hear that?” One of the troopers asked as they paused.

The troopers turned as Obi-Wan continued to hide. They slowly headed down the hall, guns ready to fire. Closing his eyes to focus, Obi-Wan used the Force to cause a sound to be heard from the opposite side of the wall. The troopers hurried after it, allowing Obi-Wan to jump down from his hiding place and hurry down the hall.

“What happened?” He asked Tala.

“I had some company,” she replied. “But it’s been taken care of.” Obi-Wan headed down the halls. “Ben, where are you?”

“I think I just found the secure sector.”

He came to a large set of doors with red Imperial symbols on them. Using the side panel, he opened the doors and rushed through. He walked through yet another set of doors, only to find himself unable to move due to what he was seeing. Orange, see-through cells, lined the walls on either side and two rows up. Jedi were frozen in them.

“Ben, what is it?” Tala asked.

“I think I’ve just found out what they’re hiding down here,” he responded, looking around. “This place isn’t a fortress…. It’s a tomb.”

Slowly walking the hallway, Obi-Wan could sense the Force pulling him toward a door. The door was as small as the orange cells though it sat between a row of them. With furrowed brows, Obi-Wan followed the Force and walked over to it. He opened the door easily with the panel at the side. Obi-Wan had never felt his heart drop faster, crashing and splintering at his feet.

You were laying in the center of the dark, windowless room. You were clearly beaten and malnourished, years of wear and tear evident on the skin he could see and the rags you are wearing. Rushing over, he collapsed to his knees before pulling you into him. You lay completely limp in his hold.

Everything suddenly made sense, the feeling of your death nearly nine years ago. You hadn’t died, you had severed your bond with him. You were trying to protect him. Tears overwhelmed Obi-Wan’s eyes and he couldn’t prevent them from falling. He had believed that you were dead all this time, yet you were alive and being tortured at the hands of your own brother.

Clenching his eyes shut, Obi-Wan’s face furrowed in concentration as he tried to wrap his Force signature around yours. He was rusty with it, having not done it in far too long, but this was something he had to do. He could only hope that you feeling his signature would help you cling onto life until he could get you out of here and to medical attention.

He gasped when he could feel your signature finally respond. It was gripping onto his like you were dangling off the edge of a cliff, about to fall away into the abyss at any moment.

“Stay with me, little star,” he rasped. He could feel your signature responding more, slowly repairing the bond that you had protectively torn. He held a kiss to your forehead, his tears slipping from his face and onto yours. “I’ll be right back, I promise.”

Your signature didn’t fight as he slipped you back to the floor and stood up. When he got back to the doorway, he was going to look back at you but the sound of Leia’s shouts stopped him. Keeping his Force signature with you, he raced to Leia’s aide.

Your eyes slowly opened, vision blurry. You could feel the familiar signature of Obi-Wan wrapped around you. Looking around, you couldn’t see him but you did notice your cell door was open. Groaning, you pushed yourself up and stumbled to the doorway. Leaning on it, you looked out in the hallway. It was clear and you felt that Obi-Wan’s signature was much stronger. You needed to follow it.

Heavily relying on the wall, you slowly followed Obi-Wan’s signature. You could hear fighting the further you travelled. Blasts and, most importantly, the distinct sound of a lightsaber. Your labored breathing and exhaustion caught up with you and you slid down the wall.

“Obi,” you rasped, your throat feeling like rough sandpaper. Your eyes fought to stay open as the rest of your body fought to stay alive. “Obi…”

Even with the bond slowly mending, you could feel yourself still slipping away. You wished to see Obi-Wan’s face one last time but you feared that he would be too late. You would have to settle with just feeling him again. His signature entangled with yours felt like home; something you had missed everyday since you parted. Your eyes fluttered closed, no matter how hard you tried to keep them open. Even as you heard footsteps rush closer, you couldn’t open them.

“Little star!” Obi-Wan exclaimed, seeing you laying against the wall, on the ground. He rushed to your side. “I told you I’d be right back.”

You let out a breathily chuckle, feeling better just by being close to him. “I couldn’t… wait… any longer…”

“Who is this?” Leia asked, eyes falling to the matching ring you were wearing that she had questioned Obi-Wan about not long ago.

Your brows crunched together as you took in the girl. You knew exactly who she was. “What…” You looked back at Obi-Wan. “Why…”

“There’s no time to explain,” Obi-Wan quickly said. “I’ve got to get you both out of here.”

His arm went around your side as he stood you up on your feet. He helped you place an arm around his shoulder, pulling you closer into him. Your side hit something, causing you to glance at his side.

“My saber,” you gasped. “You’re wearing it.”

“Yes, well,” Obi-Wan said as he took hold of Leia’s hand and started guided you both toward the doors, “I needed some strength and you weren’t there.”

“I’m sorry about that… about all of it.”

“We can discuss apologies later. We’ve just got to get out of here.”

Obi-Wan led you and Leia out of the secure sector, forgetting to check behind the three of you as you exited. A seeker droid spotted the three of you and set an alarm off. Obi-Wan rushed the three of you down the hall. He let go of Leia’s hand, grabbed his lightsaber, and ignited it as he still held you tightly to his side.

“Tala!” He yelled so that the comlink could pick it up from the hand was holding you. “Tala, we’re in the open!”

“Where are you?” Tala responded.

Before Obi-Wan could answer, stormtroopers came and began firing. You pulled yourself from Obi-Wan’s hold, taking your lightsaber with you, so that Obi-Wan could deflect the blasts. Using the wall as support, you ignited your own saber and went over to protect Leia. Obi-Wan could feel his old self coming back just by being in your presence. He was easily able to take out four stormtroopers and a seek droid without you having to do anything. You smirked, shamelessly checking him out, as he twirled his lightsaber after taking down the last stormtrooper. He glanced back, almost to check to see if you had seen that, to find you smirking at him.

“Leia! Y/N!” He called for you both as he noticed more stormtroopers coming.

He took ahold of Leia’s hand as he pushed some of his newfound strength to you, allowing you to be able to run beside him. You turned and deflected some of the oncoming blasts as the three of you tried to escape. More stormtroopers came the other way.

“Hide!” Obi-Wan ordered for both you and Leia to do. Leia listened while you stood at his side. “Y/N!”

“What?” You questioned playfully. “And let you have all the fun?”

Obi-Wan deflected a blast, causing it to hit the window. A crack quickly formed and began to spread. Though your strength was still struggling, you and Obi-Wan worked together like you had never been apart a day. Leia watched in awe at how in sync the two of you were. Obi-Wan deflected a blast at one of the panels to control a set of doors, closing some of the attacking stormtroopers off from you.

“Ben, the window!” Leia shouted, noticing that the crack was allowing water to break through. Straining, Obi-Wan used the Force to slow down the crack and the water from coming through.

“Ben!” Tala yelled, coming around the corner.

“Tala!” Obi-Wan responded. “Get them both out of here. I’ll hold it.”

“I’m not leaving you!” You shouted, tearing falling down your cheeks. “Not again!”

He looked at you, making sure to meet your gaze. “I’ll be right there, darling. I promise.”

Hesitantly, you nodded and hurried over to where Tala and Leia were standing. You watched in fear as Obi-Wan continued to strain against the hold of the Force and deflect new blasts. The stormtroopers pried opened the door. Obi-Wan used the Force to cause the crack to form down the windows, toward the stormtroopers. He let it go, causing the windows to break and water to rush in.

“Run!” You and Tala yelled.

Obi-Wan ran down the hall, water on his tail. Tala pressed the button for the doors to close. Obi-Wan ran through the narrowly closing doors just in time. When he was safe, you flung yourself into him and kissed him roughly. He turned off his saber before responding with his lips and holding you close to him. His lips were rougher than you remembered, but no less full of love. The both of you could feel your bond mending more, making you both feel stronger.

When you finally parted, the two of you were panting heavily. Your foreheads met as you kept yourselves close to each other. Leia cleared her throat, causing you both to laugh.

“We’ve got to go,” Tala said. “It won’t hold for long.”

“Right,” you said with a nod. You pulled away and quickly loss balance.

Obi-Wan helped steady you. “She needs medical,” he told Tala.

“Then we must move faster.” She hurried over and grabbed some pieces of clothing from a dead officer. “Here,” she shoved the clothing into yours and Obi-Wan’s hands. “Put these on. This way.”

Obi-Wan helped you into a disguise before helping himself. His large coat allowed Leia to slip under it. You stood in front of the bulge Leia formed in the coat to try and divert eyes. You kept your head down, knowing that you were the most recognizable person in your group. Tala led you into the hangar where an alarm was blaring loudly.

“Almost there,” Tala muttered.

“A traitor!” Third Sister yelled as she marched toward your group with her lightsaber ignited. You all turned to face her. “A child, a former Chosen One, and an old man. Was it worth it?” You and Obi-Wan stood protectively in front of Leia. “Betraying everything you are.”

“This was never who I was.”

“Then you die…” The Third Sister pointed her lightsaber at your group with the stormtroopers behind her pointing their guns. “For nothing.”

You looked around to see almost every stormtrooper in the hanger, aiming at your group. Suddenly, two ships came rushing toward the hangar from the air, firing down into it. You got out your lightsaber and began deflecting shots and striking down stormtroopers. Obi-Wan and Tala used guns to fire at the enemy while the four of you ran toward the edge of the hangar. A ship swooped in low and the four of you got in it quickly.

The small ship that was caring you, parked into a slightly bigger ship. The four of you got off with the pilot, who was sullen after her partner, the other pilot, was lost to make their getaway.

“Where’s Wade?” Roken asked, noticing the missing person. No one answered.

“Guess you’re soldiers now after all,” Tala muttered.

Your breathing began to pick up as you began to sway, the pain finally re-emerging.

“Little star!” Obi-Wan said as he caught you from falling to the ground. He went over and laid you down on the bench along the wall. Carefully, he picked up your head and placed it in his lap as he sat down. “Hang on, little star,” he whispered to you as you slipped into unconsciousness. “Just a little longer.”

Leia came over and sat beside him. “The ring,” she stated quietly. “She has a matching one… you love her.”

Obi-Wan sighed, knowing he could not hide much from the girl. “Very much.”

Leia looked down at one of Obi-Wan’s hands and placed her hand on his. He looked down in surprise and concern. He turned his hand so that she could hold his better. Rubbing the back of her hand with his thumb, Obi-Wan moved their hands to rest in between them, while his other one stayed on you, trying to keep you here with him. He could feel the shift in the Force. Like no matter what happened now, everything would work out okay.

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I Was Enchanted To Meet You: Part Five

A/N: Happy Day Six of @elucienweekofficial! Will Elain travel back to Andalasia in this chapter? 😉 Do you see what I did there? It's me pretending I'm somewhat sticking to the prompts. Anywho! The final part after this is the epilogue so this is basically the end. I hope everyone enjoys! :)

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Elain

The sun creeping along the walls and crashing across the hardwood happens almost in slow motion as the minutes tick by. Elain can do nothing but stare at the wall, watching as the apartment swirls and shifts from shades of blue to pinks and purples. As the shadows are cast away and morning truly sneaks up on her.

She had barely gotten any sleep the previous night. The whole time she had laid there, her argument with Lucien and the subsequent moment that followed played over and over in her mind. The way they had laughed so easily, so comfortably together. The way he had looked at her, that flame flaring in his gaze. The way her breath had hitched and her heart had skipped and squeezed. The way that, for a single moment, Elain really had thought the space between them was going to vanish. It all plays like an endless loop for her, taunting her, jumbling up all her feelings until there’s a giant knot digging into her chest.

Elain sighs softly and rolls over onto her back until she’s staring up at the ceiling instead. Her lip finds home between her teeth, and she nibbles at it nervously as she squeezes her eyes shut. Her attention finally flits away from the previous night, but it lands firmly on where Lucien is still sleeping just down the hallway. So close and so far away at the same time.

She doesn’t know why she feels this way, why her chest feels so tight and so full at the same time. Why she feels this way every time she thinks of him. She knows she shouldn’t. She’s sure that Lucien is focused on Nesta, as he should be. She should be focused on Cassian. On getting back to him and to Andalasia. She shouldn't be focused on soft strands of bright red hair that she wants to run her fingers through, on swirling russet eyes and a teasing smirk that she could get lost in.

And yet…

And yet.

With a huff, Elain finally kicks off the blankets and pulls herself up and off the couch. She pads into the kitchen, starting a fresh pot of tea for the morning. She’s stirring her cup of tea when she realizes she’s not the only one having a bright and early morning, the sound of bare feet on the hardwood echoing behind her.

“Morning,” Lucien’s deep, sleep-addled voice speaks behind her.

“Good morning,” Elain echoes quietly, taking her cup of tea and settling at the kitchen table.

She tucks her legs up underneath her, watching as Lucien walks over to the kitchen counter. He reaches up and pulls a mug down from the cabinet, taking the time to prepare his tea how he likes it. Elain is sure that he can probably feel her eyes on him, but she can’t quite look away from the way his shoulders and back stretch and move beneath his tee with the movement. When Lucien finally turns back around, Elain ducks her head and focuses on her own mug, praying that the heat she can feel spilling across her cheeks isn’t too obvious.

“Elain, I—”

Before Lucien can finish speaking, a knock on the front door cuts him off. Elain practically jumps out of her skin in surprise at the sound reverberating around the apartment. Lucien looks just as confused by the knock, his eyebrows furrowing as he slowly sets down his tea. He heads out of the kitchen and toward the front door, the sound clearly having woken up Willow as the little girl yanks open her bedroom door and comes running out into the hallway. Elain follows behind Lucien, standing just over his shoulder, and she finds herself holding her breath as he unlocks the door and pulls it open.

“Elain!”

Elain blinks a bit dumbly, her mind not quite catching up to the fact that Cassian is standing there in the doorway, in front of her. His smile is wide, dark curls tousled around his face and shoulders, hazel eyes practically bright and shining. Elain tries to will her heart, will her emotions, to match his energy, but there’s just a hollowness clanging between her ribs.

She’s forced into action, though, when Cassian’s attention dances to Lucien, that easy smile falling away. Before Elain can even blink, the prince is pulling his sword free, the blade pointed threateningly at Lucien’s chest.

“Cassian, don’t!” Elain jumps in as Cassian slowly backs Lucien up inside the apartment, Lucien’s eyes wide and his hands raised in surrender.

“So, you’ve been the one who’s been holding my bride captive,” Cassian accuses, ignoring Elain’s protests. “Any last words before I dispatch you?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Lucien mutters, shaking his head.

“Strange words…”

“Cassian, don’t,” Elain repeats, her words more firm this time as she steps between Lucien and him. “Lucien is my friend. He’s been helping me.”

“Oh,” Cassian says simply, sliding his sword back into the scabbard at his waist. He hops up onto the coffee table and spreads his arms, starting to sing. “I’ve been dreaming of a true love’s kiss.”

“Great, he sings too,” Lucien remarks sarcastically.

“And a miss I have begun to miss. Pure and sweet waiting to complete my love song. Yes, somewhere there’s a maid I’ve never met, who was made…”

The silence hangs in the living room like a weight as Cassian trails off. He looks at Elain expectantly, raising his eyebrows in waiting, but Elain merely blinks back at him, unsurety twisting and roiling in her gut. She chances a glance back toward Lucien, but meeting that gaze certainly does the opposite of helping.

“Elain,” Cassian calls beneath his breath and drawing her attention back to him before raising his voice to a higher pitch, almost mimicking her. “To finish… To… you’re not singing.”

“I’m sorry. It’s just that I’ve been thinking, and there’s something I want to do before we leave,” Elain explains, eyes dancing once more toward Lucien who nods encouragingly. “I want to go on a date.”

“A date! What’s a date?”

“Well, we do an activity, like dinner, and we talk about ourselves.”

“Then a date we shall have,” Cassian agrees with a flourish of his hands, already hopping down from the coffee table and heading back toward the front door.

“Okay,” Elain offers with a small smile. She turns properly to Lucien and Willow, crouching down to pull the little girl into a hug. “Thank you both so much for your kindness these past few days.”

“I’ll miss you, Elain,” Willow tells her, squeezing her arms tightly.

“You can come visit in Andalasia any time you’d like,” Elain assures her, pulling back and standing back up.

“And if you’re ever in town again, be sure to hit us up. We can go for dinner or something,” Lucien adds, offering Elain a small smile of his own.

Elain swears that that smile is tinged with sadness, mirroring the ache that seems set on gnawing away until ice crystalizes through Elain’s chest. She swallows hard, around the feelings threatening to clog up her throat, around the heaviness pressing in at her chest, and forces a smile of her own as she nods. A throat clear behind her has Elain finally turning around, taking the arm that Cassian holds out for her. It takes everything in her, all her willpower, not to look back as her prince leads her away, back to everything she swore she wanted.

~ * * * ~

Elain sighs softly, staring out at the churning water of the river. She watches the gulls that fly above the ripples caused by the wind, watches the way the water glints golden in certain places where the droplets catch the sun. When she turns her head to the right, she finds Cassian’s hazel gaze. He tries to smile around his mouth full of food, and Elain can’t help but grimace slightly at the ketchup that’s caught at the corner of his lips.

“Are you enjoying your hotdog?” Elain asks, reaching her hand up to brush away the red droplet. “It’s not really a dog. They just call it that here.”

“It’s delicious,” Cassian tells her after a moment. “We should bring them back to Andalasia with us.”

“Yes, that would be nice.”

“Speaking of… how long do these ‘dates’ usually last? We should get back to Andalasia, to be married and live happily ever after forever and ever.”

“Well,” Elain begins, turning away from him again and nibbling at her bottom lip. “They can go on as long as we’d like. As long as we keep thinking of activities. Like, there’s this ball.”

“A ball?”

“There’s music and dancing. You’d like it. We should go.”

“Alright…” Cassian agrees slowly, but when Elain takes his hand and starts to lead him away from the riverfront, he tugs both of them to a stop. “But after this ball, we’ll finally go back to Andalasia?”

“Of course.”

And if the words are a blatant lie tumbling past Elain’s lips, well then, Cassian doesn’t really need to know. At least, that’s what Elain tells herself as she leads them back to the bustling streets. As she sends Cassian on his way to get ready for the ball with instructions of where to meet. As she makes her way back to the apartment building the Vanserras call home.

When she knocks on the door, the babysitter lets her in, and Elain makes her way down the hallway toward Willow’s room. She watches the exact moment that the little girl sees her in her mirror, her eyes widening and smile pulling so big it practically splits her face in two.

“Elain! Elain!” Willow squeals excitedly, spinning around and running toward her. “You came back!”

Willow jumps right into Elain’s arms, and Elain catches her with ease, laughing into her red hair while she squeezes her close. “Oh, Willow. I need your help. I’m going to the ball, and I have absolutely no idea what I should wear.”

Willow pulls back from the hug with a determination lining her face that’s adorable. Her hands settle on her hips as she thinks, mouth pinching slightly to the side. Whatever idea strikes her, has the little girl’s face lighting up, and she gives a decided nod before leading the way out of her bedroom, Elain hot on her heels. They step into Lucien’s office, Willow going over to the desk and rooting around in one of the drawers until she finds what she’s looking for.

“Daddy says this is only for emergencies, and this is definitely an emergency.”

~ * * * ~

Lucien

Music swirls and floats around Lucien, the various bodies, all decked out in costume dresses and suits, moving around him in a blur. He tries to focus on the steps, on the melody as it flows through him. He tries to focus on the feel of Nesta’s waist beneath his palm, on her face as they spin around and around. But it’s easier said than done, and Lucien finds his mind drifting off yet again, attention still ensnared with Elain and her too sweet, soft smile as she said goodbye.

Thankfully, Lucien’s feet remember the steps, moving with practiced ease until the music crescendos and swells. When the song comes to an end, applause echoes around the ballroom, and Lucien steps back enough from Nesta that he can join in. She peers up at him with a bright smile, and Lucien tries to match it, praying she won’t be able to see through the forced quality of it.

Nesta’s smile starts to slip, and Lucien knows that he’s been caught. He knows that his thoughts and where they’ve strayed have finally betrayed him and must show on his face. But Nesta’s attention isn’t on his face anymore. Instead, her eyes have strayed over his shoulder, toward the large, oak doors that lead in and out of the ballroom.

Slowly, Lucien turns, and as if she’s been conjured right from his thoughts, right from his dreams, is Elain. She has on a purple dress, the fabric hugging her every curve and draping around her legs. Her honeyed hair hangs in soft curls down around her face and shoulders, and with the glow of the chandeliers like a spotlight, she looks breathtakingly beautiful.

Lucien’s heart starts to thunder away in his chest, air stolen straight from his lungs, when Elain turns her head and meets his gaze. It’s with such surety, such ease, as if she knows exactly where in the room he is. And when that small, private smile of hers tugs up her lips, Lucien finds himself fully caught in her trap. He can do nothing but gape and stare as Elain gracefully walks down the steps and onto the ballroom floor, as the distance shrinks and shrinks between them until Elain is standing right in front of him. Close enough that her brown eyes flood his vision, enough that the sweet floral scent of her perfume fills his senses.

“Elain,” Lucien breathes before catching himself and clearing his throat. “I’m surprised to see you here.”

“I’m surprised to be here,” Elain tells him, tucking her hair back behind her ear. She shares another smile with Lucien before seeming to jolt back to herself and turning toward Nesta. “Oh. This is Cassian. He’s my… um… my prince.”

“And this is Nesta,” Lucien introduces to Cassian. “She’s my… um, we’re…”

“Together,” Nesta finishes, shooting Lucien a look. “We’re together.”

“And this beautiful woman, Elain, is the love of my life, my heart’s one true desire” Cassian declares, clearly not understanding how introductions work, not an ounce of irony in his tone.

“Wow,” Nesta sighs almost longingly. “That was so romantic.”

“Thank you.”

“Alright, folks,” the conductor of the band announces, putting an end to any small talk. “It's that time of the night. I'd like to ask each gentleman to invite a lady he did not accompany to dance the King and Queen's waltz.”

“May I have the pleasure?” Cassian asks Nesta, holding his hand out toward her.

Nesta nods and places her hand in his, allowing him to guide them away toward the center of the ballroom floor. Elain watches them go, but Lucien only has eyes for her. His entire being seems to call out for her, that golden thread urging him forward still. His fingers twitch with the desire to reach out and touch, to slide his knuckles down the apple of her cheek, to skate his fingertips across the constellation of freckles.

“Shall we?” Lucien somehow chokes out, drawing Elain’s attention back to him.

He holds his hand out to her in silent offering, and he tries not to let it sting too much when he sees hesitation flicker across her face. But then Elain is sliding her palm against his, and they’re moving to join the fray on the ballroom floor. Elain turns to face him, and Lucien swears his hand is trembling as he slowly places it on her waist, sparks ricocheting up his arm at the contact.

They start to move to the music, and in that moment, everything else fades away. All the other people in the ballroom. Hell, even the music fades to nothing. In that moment, it’s just him and Elain, their hearts beating as one. He swears he can hear it, swears it’s that rhythm his feet move to, and he half wonders if she can hear his too.

Not that he particularly cares either way. All he cares about is keeping Elain’s gaze on his own, her body pressed against his as they spin and twirl across the floor. Her brown eyes are bright, practically sparkling, and Lucien knows that he could get lost in them. This close, he can see the pretty pink that’s started to dust her cheeks, almost the exact shade of her lips. As if sensing where his thoughts have drifted to, her lips part. It wouldn’t take much to close what little distance remains between them. All he’d have to do is lean down and—

“Mind if I cut in?”

Lucien and Elain turn to find Nesta and Cassian standing there, an awkward and stifling air settling between the four of them. Elain shakes her head and steps back as though she’s been burned, offering Lucien one last look before quickly skirting back to Cassian’s side. Words tangle up in Lucien’s mind and weigh heavy on his tongue, especially as he watches Cassian begin to lead Elain away, back toward the stairs and the exit, but he can’t quite seem to unjumble them fast enough. Can’t string together the right ones. Can’t encapsulate every feeling thrumming deep in his chest and rattling at the bars to be released. They clog the back of his throat until only a choked sound escapes.

“Lucien.”

Lucien snaps his attention back to Nesta, her eyebrows raised as she peers up at him expectantly, almost exasperatedly. He shakes his head of all thoughts of Elain and takes Nesta’s hand back in his, his other hand sliding easily to her waist as they finish out the dance. He twirls Nesta around as the music comes to a close, and then they step apart, applauding politely for the band.

The band starts up another song, and Lucien steps closer to Nesta again, ready to fall into the next dance, but something knocks against his foot. He pauses in confusion, glancing down and blinking a few times to ensure he’s seeing correctly. Slowly, he reaches down, picking up the object.

“Is that… an apple?” Nesta asks, the same confusion Lucien feels coloring her tone.

“With a bite taken out of it,” Lucien confirms, frowning.

“What kind of person—”

“Someone help me! Please!”

Lucien’s hackles rise at the alarmed shout echoing through the ballroom. His every nerve ending feels on edge, the hairs on the back of his neck prickling with anticipation and dread. Some part of him already knows what he’ll find when he turns, but the sight still makes his stomach drop. Cassian has Elain cradled in his arms, head lolled back and eyes closed. She looks almost lifeless, and Lucien’s feet are moving before he knows it, rushing forward.

“Call 9-1-1,” Lucien calls back to Nesta, hurrying to Elain’s side as Cassian lays her down gently.

Lucien’s hands scramble for Elain’s wrist, pressing his fingers there and silently praying to the Mother. He can feel her pulse, but it’s fluttering, and when he presses his other hand to Elain’s cheek, her skin is concerningly clammy.

“Elain,” Lucien speaks quietly, brushing his hand over her hair.

“You murderous wretch,” Cassian shouts, producing a sword and holding it to a woman Lucien doesn’t think he’s ever seen before, who’s dressed as though she’s stepped straight out of a Disney movie where she played the evil queen. “What have you done to her?”

“Come on, Cassian,” the woman croons with a roll of her eyes. “Don’t you think you’re being melodramatic?”

“I don’t know what melodramatic means, but I do know that your days as queen are over. Now, fix whatever it is you’ve done to Elain.”

“Sorry, darling, but there’s nothing powerful enough in the world to break that curse.”

“Powerful…” Lucien mutters, the word snagging on a memory. “True love’s kiss. It’s the most powerful thing in the world.”

Lucien feels a bit silly for a moment, especially when everyone merely stares at him after his outburst, but then Cassian is nodding in agreement. He rushes around to where Lucien is kneeling, so Lucien is quick to move out of his way. He swallows hard as Cassian brushes a hand down Elain’s cheek, has to look away as Cassian slowly dips his head down to kiss her. He waits for the gasps of relief, for the applause, but it never comes, and when he finally dares to look again, Elain looks the same.

“It’s not working. Why isn’t it working?” Cassian asks, leaning down and pressing another kiss to Elain’s lips almost frantically. “Unless…”

Cassian looks over his shoulder at Lucien, and Lucien’s blood runs cold, his entire body freezing up at the knowing look on the prince’s face. Lucien tries to laugh it off, rubbing his hand against the back of his neck and glancing around, but no one else seems to think it’s a joke. In fact, no one even seems to be on his side, each gaze more expectant than the next.

“It can’t be me,” Lucien splutters, shaking his head. “I’ve only known Elain for a few days, and it’s not like—”

“Just kiss her, Lucien,” Nesta snaps, cutting him off.

Lucien winces slightly at that, but he takes back the spot kneeling beside Elain. He takes a deep breath and tries to ignore all the eyes he can feel on them. When he thought about potentially kissing Elain, this certainly wasn’t how he thought it would go. With another silent prayer to the Mother that this works, Lucien slowly leans down, slotting his lips against hers and kissing her sweetly.

For a horrifying moment, Lucien doesn’t think that it worked. Elain continues to lie unmoving in his arms, and every millisecond feels like a year, but then she lets out a soft gasp, her eyes fluttering open. Lucien can’t help it, he laughs, a soft chuckle of relief that tumbles past his lips, spurred on by Elain’s soft, answering smile.

“I knew it was you,” Elain tells him before sitting up and kissing him properly.

It’s everything Lucien imagined and more. Elain’s body pressed against his. The sweet taste of her on his tongue. The soft slide of their lips together. His head is swimming with it all, warmth bursting between his ribs enough that his chest practically aches with it.

“Oh, how touching.” Lucien and Elain pull apart only to find that the woman from before has used the distraction to slip away, moving to the center of the ballroom, her hands beginning to glow green. “I’ll show you what the real most powerful thing in the world looks like.”

Green fire erupts around the woman, the flames climbing higher and higher toward the ceiling until out of them steps a dragon. An actual dragon. Lucien knows he’s witnessed and dealt with a lot this week, but this definitely takes the cake. His heart pounds away, but instinctually, he steps in front of Elain, blocking her from the dragon.

“How cute,” the dragon drawls sarcastically, the same voice as the woman.

“If you want to get to Elain, you have to go through me,” Lucien tells her, thankful his voice doesn’t shake too much despite facing down a literal dragon.

“Alright.”

The dragon shrugs and one of its hands swings forward, scooping Lucien up into its clawed grip. Lucien tries to push at the claws, tries to wiggle free, but the dragon’s hold on him is too tight. His alarm only grows when the dragon bursts through the windows and begins to scale the building they’re in. Up and up they climb, until Lucien feels nauseous after he makes the mistake of looking down.

“Amarantha! Let him go!” Elain’s voice rings out, and Lucien dares to look down just in time to see Elain climbing after them, Cassian’s sword clutched in her hand.

“Well, if you insist,” the dragon, Amarantha, says before opening her hand.

Lucien cries out in surprise as he starts to fall, his hands reaching out and scrabbling for anything. His fingers just barely catch on some sort of metal piece sticking out from the roof, his momentum coming to a harsh stop. He tries to readjust his grip, tries to pull himself up properly, but with the rain falling in streaks around them, the metal is too slippery.

Lucien can still hear Amarantha taunting Elain, can hear Elain shouting things back, and most concerningly, he hears what sounds like a sword hitting metal, so after taking a few heaving breaths to try and calm his erratic heart and fraying nerves, he frantically looks around, trying to find something, anything to help him. He needs to get to Elain. He spies a ledge that he can probably get his footing on, so Lucien starts to inch his hands along the metal to get him closer.

Lucien stretches out one of his legs, his toes just barely scraping against the ledge. He lets out a huff of frustration, looking back toward Amarantha and Elain, trying to gauge how much time he has to get there in time, to help. He watches, almost in slow motion, as Elain takes the sword in her hand and throws it. The blade embeds itself right into Amarantha’s dragon underside. It sends her toppling backwards, going right over the edge of the roof. Her screams echo as she falls down and down before vanishing into an eruption of green flames and smoke.

“Lucien, hold on!” Elain calls out to him, clambering across the roof closer to him.

With the dragon now defeated, Lucien focuses again on stretching out his leg toward the ledge. “Don’t worry. I’ve got—”

Lucien’s foot misses the ledge again, but this time, his fingers slip with it. He goes sliding down the roof, crashing right into Elain and taking her with him. They both shout in alarm as they go tumbling, Lucien wrapping his arms tightly around her and desperately trying to find purchase with his legs to stop their descent. They slide down and down before finally, blessedly, coming to a stop.

Lucien swears he’s not breathing, swears that everything that’s just happened might just be the craziest thing he’s ever witnessed, ever been a part of. And then Elain laughs. She laughs, the sound sweet and melodic, as she clutches at Lucien’s shirt. She laughs even as the rain streaks through her hair, all over her now ruined dress. She laughs, and it fills Lucien with a lightness he never thought was possible, with a love he never thought was possible.

“Is this a habit of yours?” Elain asks him teasingly. “Falling off of things.”

Lucien shakes his head, and does the only logical thing he can think of. He kisses her.

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