#unmade bed we lie in

[murdrdocs]

she’s driving me crazy

description. STILES STILINSKI finally gets another chance with you, and he won’t take it for granted

includes. SMUT 18+, riding, car sex, fem!reader, protective p n v, lots of making out, loser!stiles, awkward stiles, bi!stiles, exes getting back together, slightly manipulative reader, reader has easily malleable hair, reader wears makeup, drinking (but no drunk intercourse), bickering, scott guest appearance

wc. 6k+

a/n: long awaited stiles fic. bestie boo this one's for u. title from confidence by ocean alley. art credits unknown.

Stiles knows he fucked up. 

He had you, after almost a full year of tortuous pining, and he let you slip through his hands. All of it, your relationship with Stiles, really didn’t last more than two months. Two months where date nights were rain checked and eventually canceled. Sleepovers were lackluster, and nothing more than a movie playing in the back while Stiles worked over something that wouldn’t rest in his brain, leaving you alone in the center of his unmade bed. Promises were made, and never kept. It was a mess, a horrible, murky mess of Stiles’ own creation. 

He knows this. But he still allows himself to mourn what could have been. He grieves what was. All while nursing a warm beer that doesn’t sit well in his stomach, mostly because of the sight he has been doomed to acknowledge—also his own doing as he could definitely turn his gaze elsewhere. 

You’re tucked under the arm of some guy who looks nothing like Stiles, and he doesn’t know if that makes him feel better or worse. Is that your dream guy? Or are you forcing yourself to branch out and try something that wasn’t him? He tries to resist the spiral that sends him on, and is only able to start crawling out of the self-deprecating and insecurity tunnel through Scott’s voice beside him. 

“What’re you staring at?” 

Scott reeks of alcohol and fruit-flavored syrup. If he wasn’t a werewolf, Stiles knows his best friend would be unable to stand straight by now. But Scott stands like his usual self next to Stiles, a big grin on his face probably from the attention he’s been getting from Kira. (It was sickening for Stiles to watch but he forced himself to be happy for the strong relationship his best friend has.)

Stiles’ immediate instinct is to lie. “Nothing.” He says it a little too fast. He tries to cover his slip up by taking a sip of his beer, but the flavor is unappealing to the point where the face of disgust he presents makes him look more guilty than he really is. 

Scott stares at Stiles, waiting. Stiles knows he won’t lie to Scott, not about something this small anyway, and it is only a matter of a few seconds before Stiles sighs. 

“Look,” he points at you and your suitor. “Don’t you think he’s making her uncomfortable? Look at that. He’s all over her. Probably reeks of Axe body spray.”

It’s then that the guy cracks another joke, your head throwing back in laughter just before you rest your ear against his chest. It’s so affectionate. As if you’ve known this guy for years, and not just mere minutes. 

Stiles flicks his eyes over to Scott, expecting to see his best friend analyzing the situation with at least a small amount of attention that Stiles is. Instead, Scott is looking over at Stiles, wearing what Stiles can only describe as a knowing smirk on his lips. 

Stiles steps back, a little bewildered. “What?” 

Scott, annoyingly, shrugs. He sips his drink, one he has solely for taste as Stiles knows, and only responds once he’s taken a long, slow swallow. 

“She seems fine to me. I thought you guys were broken up anyway.” 

“We are!” 

“Then why do you care so much?” 

Stiles can’t help but petulantly roll his eyes. He turns to face you and your human shaped bag of bricks once again, gesturing for Scott to do the same. His mouth opens, lips parted and tongue ready to spew out the analytics he’d been gathering this entire time in lieu of an excuse. 

Then Scott interrupts. 

“Do you want me to see what’s going on?” Scott throws a finger up towards his ear, one eyebrow lifted as he waits for Stiles to gather the implications and then make a decision. 

It takes Stiles longer to complete the latter than the former. 

He waits, thinks, looks at you and the guy. And then remembers the strict ‘no listening’ rule you all have set in place, the one he most definitely won’t betray in the name of jealousy, even if you aren’t particularly aware of all of the intricacies. 

When he sighs, it’s defeated and with his entire body. He knows he’s pouting, he assumes he resembles his teenage self—mopey and brooding. He doesn’t mean to speak through gritted teeth, but he ends up doing it anyway. 

“No. She’s probably … fine. I guess.” It hurts to admit, deep in Stiles' jealousy-filled gut. Scott’s way of comforting him is by clapping a hand on his shoulder, and telling him that you’re a grown adult who is allowed to make her own decisions, the same as him. 

Scott’s intentions aren’t understood until he points at someone in the opposite direction of you. A guy who, from the looks of it, has been eyeing Stiles for a while. He’s Stiles’ type. Exactly his type, actually, and Scott knows this. 

“Instead of sulking around …” Scott doesn’t need to finish his sentence in order for Stiles to understand. He only lingers for a few seconds, and then is pulled back towards the larger group by Kira’s eyes and grin. 

The guy on the other side of the bar is still watching Stiles. He’s smiling a small but confident smile, like he knows Stiles wants him as much as he wants Stiles. He tilts his head in a beckon, and Stiles is close to letting the guy pull him over there. Until he sees you step away from the man, smile dismissively up to him, and start towards Stiles instead. 

Instantly, it’s like a flip has been switched. 

He starts to feel the effects of the alcohol, even though he’d been nursing the same bottle the entire night. Still, he chooses to attribute the buzz flowing throughout his body to the overpriced beer and not excitement of finally having your attention. 

He watches your path, trying not to feel too disappointed as he takes notice of the way you’re struggling to walk in a straight line. 

You fall into his arms in a fit of giggles. Your head resting on his chest, your hands circling around his back. 

“Stiles,” you sing, long and drawn out and definitely drunk.  

He repeats your name in the same tune, placing his drink onto a tabletop next to him and abandoning it for good. Keeping you away from self destruction is his new main priority. 

You slump against him even more, turning yourself around and leaning back against his body. Your position leaves Stiles with nothing else to do other than stand stiffly. He knows that if you were sober, you wouldn’t be nearly as affectionate as you are now. He ignores the way your ass brushes against his crotch. He ignores the smell of your perfume wafting up to him, a scent he had the privilege of seeing you apply a few times before when you were dating. (The image of you getting ready for the day, lathering yourself in the oils and lotions and scents that worked to create your unique scent will never leave his brain, for better or for worse.)

He does his best to remain unaffected, but then you tilt your head up, the crown of your hair rubbing against Stiles’ shirt as you look at him. As soon as he glances down, he sees you pouting, clearly over exaggerated but it’s a look he, pathetically, will never be able to resist. 

“Why won’t you touch me?” You manage to sound pitiful, as if you had lost every single thing you hold dear to your heart in the last couple of minutes. 

In his response, he tries to remain neutral. Drunk or not, you know the game you’re playing, and Stiles foolishly believes that his knowledge of the ploy makes him insusceptible. 

“Because you’re drunk,” he platonically rests his hands on your shoulders and encourages you off of him. “And we aren’t together anymore.” 

You turn around to face him, grinning up at him like the cat with the canary as you tell him, “it didn’t stop us last time, right?”

That, and the way you almost throw yourself at some guy walking past, is enough reason for Stiles to link his hand in yours and pull you towards the others. Scott stares down at your interlinked palms for only a moment before Stiles explains his plan, which entails getting you back to your apartment before you do something you could regret. 

This isn’t an excuse for Stiles to continue hanging out with you. He makes sure he clarifies that to himself and his best friend before he’s pulling you out of the bar and towards his Jeep.

You’re both less than ten steps away from the entrance to the bar when you suddenly have your lips pressed to Stiles’. 

There is a moment where Stiles fails to resist. Where he reciprocates quicker than his brain can realize, acting on pure instinct and muscle memory instead of logic. He is unable to stop himself from getting comfortable, from linking this kiss to the last one he’d received from you. Hotter and messier than this one. (Lost in his appreciation to finally be kissing you again, Stiles fails to notice how you don’t taste like alcohol at all)

Only a few more seconds pass before Stiles reminds himself that you’re drunk, and that this is wrong. When he pulls away from your lips—regretfully, that is—he’s tempted into staying by the slight stickiness of your lipgloss and the almost-disgusting string of saliva that briefly keeps you two sewn together. 

You try to lean back in, but Stiles stops you with his hands on your shoulders. 

“You’re drunk,” he reminds you. 

You’re fixing him with a look, one that feels strong and weirdly sober. His suspicions have more proof to back them up when you say his name with the same matter-of-fact tone he had just used on you. 

“I’m not drunk.” 

He scrunches his eyebrows together, the muscles in his face mimicking the movement as well. His lips part as he nonverbally exclaims his confusion. He lifts one of his hands from your shoulder to hook his thumb towards the bar entrance. He looks around, for nothing or no one in particular, but as if the night will have an explanation that you would surely be willing to provide if he asks. 

He didn’t even need to ask before you provide an explanation. It’s cut and dry, matter-of-fact, spoken like it is the most casual thing in the world. 

“I faked being drunk so you could take me home.” 

Stiles knows what you mean. He’s not dumb. But he surely does feel it when he says, “If you didn’t feel well you could’ve just told Lydia. She would’ve taken you back to yours.” 

You roll your eyes. “If you don’t wanna sleep with me, that’s fine. Just let me know before I waste my time.” 

Stiles should stand up for himself. He should reprimand your attitude, and exclaim how unnecessary it was. Instead, he flounders and almost falls to your feet with the speed he clarifies himself. 

“No. I do wanna sleep with you. Like, really bad. But … um … well,” you lift your eyebrows and Stiles clears his throat. “How many fingers am I holding up.” 

“Jesus, fuck, Stiles.” He continues holding up his first three fingers on his right hand until you answer. “Three.” 

You lean in but Stiles takes a step back. And then another. And then another, until he’s standing against the wall of the bar and you’re standing at the edge of the sidewalk. 

“Walk in a straight line towards me.” 

You don’t seem happy about it, but you place one foot in front of the other over and over again until you’re in front of Stiles. Nothing more has to be said before Stiles places his hands on your hips, pulls you flush to him, and finally allows himself to kiss you. 

It’s been a while since Stiles had the privilege of kissing you. The last time, just a month ago, didn’t count in his mind. Sure, he remembered nearly every detail, but your shared inebriated state at the time overruled any legitimacy the encounter could have held. Now, it only acts as a reminder and motivator for Stiles to enjoy every moment of this that he can. 

Eventually, it would be smart, and preferable, to leave the outside of the bar and actually take you home where you two could be alone. But for now, Stiles presses his hands into the middle of your back as a way to pull you as close to him as possible. He has his legs spread, creating space for your limbs to stagger. Your hands rest on his shoulders, then at the back of his neck, then in his hair. Both of you are attempting to get as close to the other as possible, all while engaging in the sloppiest kiss you’ve ever had. You both kissed cleaner when you were drunk. 

Now, outside this bar with your closest friends inside, and with nothing but the night (and the bouncer) as witness, you submit to the other. There is a level of appreciation in the way your lips slide together. There is a level of gratitude in the presses of your tongues against each other. There is an exorbitant amount of longing that is solved each time you jerk your hips into Stiles and each time he reciprocates. 

You thread your hands through Stiles’ hair the same time that he slides his hands down to your ass and squeezes, pulling you as close to him as possible and rubbing his thigh against the center seam of your jeans. You both groan into each other's mouths—Stiles from the way you tug just right on his hair, and you from the feeling of his leg between yours. 

Sensing—knowing that he did something right, something good, Stiles does it again. And again. And again. The steady slide of his thigh between your legs does the job. You let your head fall, leaning the top of it against Stiles’ chest just right under his sternum. 

The sound of you moaning Stiles’ name goes straight to his dick, with a few remnants traveling to his head, leaving him dizzy and with a steady growing semi. His actions make you grip his hair stronger. His actions indirectly cause pleasure for him, too. 

It all disappears when the sound of spitting—loud and boisterous, almost cartoonish—breaks up the moment. Stiles stops his movements. He lays his hands flat on the back pockets of your jeans as he turns his head to the side. 

The eyes of the bouncer meet Stiles and Stiles’ ears burn. 

While the bouncer doesn’t say anything to him, Stiles knows the message he’s trying to communicate. 

Get the fuck out of here. 

Stiles is forced to push you back by hooking his fingers in your belt loops. He’s still touching you, at least an extension of you, but then your hands drop to your sides and Stiles can feel his body crying out for you. The same way his body calls out for vital needs—food, water, sleep, entertainment. He squashes his emotions for a second, plasters on a—truthfully sympathetic—face, one that comes off more as a tight lipped smile than anything else. 

“Sorry, man. You — uh. You have a goodnight.” He throws a hand up to the bouncer, hoping it is received as friendly. When the bouncer returns the gesture, still with that same look in his eyes, Stiles heads down the street and pulls you with him. 

The walk to the car is tortuous. His boner keeps rubbing against his jeans, leaving him to stop every few paces, face away from the street, and try to adjust himself. After the third time, you were voicing your frustration, claiming that it was taking forever to reach the car because of Stiles’ worry about who could see his erection. He tries things your way, ignoring the way his dick calls for his attention and instead focusing all of his attention on you. 

The way your hips sway in your tight jeans. The way the wind blows your perfume to him and lifts the edge of your shirt in one, giving Stiles a peek of your skin. It’s such a small look, nothing more than a glimpse, and Stiles feels like a Victorian man the way he’s having to bite his fist at the next crosswalk to avoid groaning. The street lights illuminate your face in just the right ways, highlighting your makeup in an unnaturally ethereal way. Everything about you is driving Stiles crazy. There’s no way he’s going to make it to your house. If he doesn’t get to his car soon, he might pull you into the next bar bathroom that he could find just for a semblance of privacy. 

If he could just get to his Jeep. 

It’s then that Stiles realizes he’s been walking for far too long. He stops in the center of the sidewalk. You stop right beside him. 

Stiles doesn’t say anything as he turns around and leads you three blocks down the street, one street over, and then into the parking garage elevator. 

The way you’re grinning at him alerts Stiles of the words soon to come out of your mouth, definitely words that would be at his expense. He stops you while you’re ahead. 

It’s nice to have the position switched. Your back against the wall instead of his. His hands are still on your hips, but he uses them to push you into the metal instead of pulling you into him. You have that part covered, your arms once more thrown over his shoulders, pressed into the back of his neck and head, drawing him in until the pressure of his lips against yours is a little painful. 

In the rush neither of you have pushed the button, leaving the elevator stagnant on the ground floor. Stiles notices at the same time that you scratch his scalp. He moans, he really can’t help it. His mouth opens as you purse your lips again, and he feels a little bad but you aren’t deterred. In fact, you do it again, your nails scratching in just the right spot and Stiles feels like an animal the way he shudders and keens. 

He’s more human when he admits, “Missed this.” He presses his lips to yours again, pulling back with a smack. “Missed you.” 

Your lips slide against his with what Stiles can only describe as desperation. Pure, unadulterated desperation and desire. You’re breathing a little heavy, deep exhales through your nose and inhales in the in between moments, and it doesn’t turn Stiles off at all. He wants more of you. He takes more of you. 

He doesn’t know how long you two are in there, but it is eventually you who pulls back first, your lips visibly swollen and lacking any of the makeup that was previously on it. 

“Has the elevator been moving at all?” You could check for yourself. Just one look over Stiles’ shoulder and you could see that the small screen still displayed a digital ‘1’. Yet, you’re looking up at him instead. Like Stiles is the most important thing in the elevator. Like he’s the most important thing in the world to you. (Maybe it’s Stiles’ delusion talking, but he chooses to believe it either way)

Still, Stiles looks over his shoulder, confirms that he hadn’t hit the button at all, and leans back to correct his mistakes. 

The elevator beeps twice, bringing you both to the third floor, and as much as Stiles’ wants to continue standing there and just admire you, he can hear the door daring to slide close. Again, he pulls you out behind him. 

As soon as he turns the corner, Stiles is immediately made aware of the lack of other cars on the level. It’s a little eerie, and if he wasn’t about to get his dick wet he would possibly be on the lookout for potential threats that could turn one of the best moments of his life into another inconvenience. 

Your hands are on his shoulders, his back, his arms, as you hold onto him. 

“Why did you park all alone? Did you plan this? Were you trying to get in my pants all night?” 

Stiles digs into the front pocket of his jeans and searches for his keys. “No. There were other people parked here earlier. They’re just all gone now.” 

You hum unconvincingly. “Uh-huh. Whatever you say, Stiles.” 

As soon as Stiles has the passenger door unlocked, he holds the door open for you and stares, hoping the annoyance is overpowering every other feeling he’s currently having towards you. 

“In the back,” he tells you. You smile up at him, big and entertained, and then do as he says. 

He climbs in right behind you. At this point in the night, there was no point in attempting to get back to your apartment or his. Stiles couldn’t wait much longer, and you two are no stranger to the back of his Jeep. You’ve been in this situation before. 

It’s all completely effortless. You’re already in the process of slipping your jeans off whenever Stiles has the door closed. He mourns for just a second, pouting to himself over not being the one to take those sinful jeans off of you. But then you climb over his lap, situating yourself to hover just a bit above him. 

Stiles plants his hands on your hips, just like he did before, and pulls you to sit right over him, just like you have before. He knows that the status of your relationship has changed since the last time he had the privilege of being in this space with you like this, but that doesn’t mean the way you do things has to change, too. 

You were never shy before. You would always be quick to attach yourself to Stiles in whatever ways you could, just like you had been doing just a little earlier into the night. But that’s gone now. Now, you’re staring at him, your teeth pressed into your bottom lip. 

Before you were together for a short time, Stiles had spent months pining. Months analyzing whatever he could about you. Months mentally cataloging your tells. And now, he calls on that information to declare that you’re hesitant. You’re nervous. No, not just nervous. You’re worried. Almost regretful. 

He tilts his head. “What’s wrong?” 

You shrug but Stiles knows you’re aware of what has you like this. He just gives you the time to voice it. 

Eventually, you say: “Will this change anything between us?” 

It’s his turn to shrug. “I dunno. Do you want anything to change?” 

You shrug again. 

“Well … do you want to keep going? And we decide that afterwards?” Stiles really wants to fuck you, but deep down he knows that if you stopped and got up off of him in this moment, he would be okay with it. Well, he would be okay with it after a few days. Maybe a week or two. 

A little part in him swells, jumps, and clicks its heels when you nod. 

“Yeah. That sounds good.” You press your lips to his once. 

“You just tell me when you decide, okay? I’m cool with whatever you’re cool with.” And Stiles means that. If he gets just one more time with you, if this is his final time with you, he would cut his losses and be grateful for the time that he was allowed. What else was he supposed to do? He would never dream of doing anything that could jeopardize his spot in your life. 

Stiles can feel the warmth of your center is his hand when he trails his touch down. He cups your mound and his eyes flutter shut. He feels like a pervert for only a second before you start to work your lips down his neck and rock your hips into his hand. The way your mouth suctions around his favorite spot almost has him distracted enough to not notice your hands working on his pants. Almost. 

He can’t really tell in the dark, but he can slightly feel your once confident movements start to falter. You stop on his neck, keeping your lips as nothing but a pucker against his skin before you pull away completely to look down between the two of you. 

“When the fuck did you start wearing a belt?” 

Stiles doesn’t want to tell you the truth, he feels like it would be too embarrassing. Really, he knows it wouldn’t, but something about having to tell you that he decided to wear a belt because you always said he should makes him feel a little meek. So instead of filling the silence with the truth, he fills the silence with the clinks of his belt buckle as he undos it himself. 

“Recently,” is all he tells you when you’re still staring at him for a response. Somehow, it’s enough for you and your hands are back on his waistband. 

In record speed, your hands are down the elastic of his boxers and wrapping around Stiles’ cock. He doesn’t hiss, but he does shudder. He tries to hide it by pretending that the car is cold, which it was beforehand, but now it’s warm. It becomes warmer when you spit in your hand, wrap it around Stiles’ cock and pump him a few times, and then push your underwear to the side and hover above him. 

It really pains Stiles to stop you, but he does. He asks if you have a condom, then he asks if you want to use a condom, and the entire time he’s kicking himself. Because he can feel the warmth radiating. He has his tip already nudged between your folds, and just this small touch is already making him lose it. His nails are digging into your hips, he’s breathing harder than he was before, and he has to blink a few times to really focus on you. 

It feels like Stiles blinks and suddenly you’re tearing the foil packet open and slipping the condom over him. He watches it go down as best as he can, and the light doesn’t reveal much. Just the bottom of you and the tip of him is visible, the rest Stiles is forced to make out through squints and memorization. 

He’s just briefly dejected about the lack of visuals, but then your hands rest on his shoulders and he hears you take a breath and he knows it’s time. 

Stiles rests his hands on your side and looks up at you. 

You go down slowly. Softly. It allows Stiles to feel each delicious inch as they go by, revealing more and more of the inside of you as time passes. He battles between watching your face and simply basking in it. Eventually, he settles on the former. 

Your eyebrows are tightened just enough to show your discomfort. You have your lips parted, long breaths leaving them every so often, usually right before you sink down again. And Stiles has seen you take him before. He knows that you have been able to take him faster than this before. And then he wonders: is this your first time doing this, with anyone, in a while? Have you been as lost without him as he has been without you? Have you even attempted to fill that hole, and was your stunt earlier tonight just that: a stunt?

There isn’t time for him to ponder over his questions like he would have wanted to whenever you bottom out. It’s with a sigh, the back of your thighs meeting the top of his just briefly. 

You rest your forehead against his, and you both breathe together. Or, it’s more so you breathing and Stiles matching the pattern. 

You lean up, you move your hair out of your face, and you tell him, “Don’t remember it being this hard.” 

Slightly cocky, Stiles tilts his head.  At first he doesn’t say anything. He smiles, his eyes are heavy when they look you up and down, and then he rubs your back. “Take your time.” 

You take the time you need and then you start moving. Up and down. Up and down. Agonizingly slowly at first, and then faster when you get more comfortable. 

This is what Stiles has needed. This is what he has been missing in his life. You’re like a drug for him, and one hit seems like enough at the time, but by the time this is all over he knows he’s going to be searching for more. He’ll do anything he has to, so long as it gets him in a spot similar to this again. 

He searches for your hand, refusing to look away from the way your body moves atop of him for even a second. You help him out, bringing your hand to his, pressing the fingertips together, leaving Stiles to interlock them. He lifts your hands, looking at them in the white light that enters the foggy window. Somehow, this image is even more captivating. There is a more pornographic way the two of you are connected, one that demands Stiles’ attention. There is something about the innocence of this. He’s doing nothing but holding your hand, and Stiles feels like he might either lose his mind, or cum too quickly. 

He might do both. One after the other. 

You sink down on him again, a little awkwardly this time, but it does it for you. You hit a spot that makes your mouth widen and your eyes flutter shut. You search for it, and find it miraculously. Your head throws back as you hit that spot over and over again, pleasing yourself on Stiles’ dick. The image is heavenly for him. It’s euphoric. 

He lets his eyes wander down your neck, along your clavicle, and your shirt reveals just a bit of your bust but it’s not enough. With his free hand, he pulls the rest of the fabric down, and when he sees that you’re not wearing a bra, he almost cums into the condom then and there. He doesn’t wonder how he hadn’t noticed, he doesn't consider how he hadn’t taken into account the natural shape of your breasts pushing through the fabric, almost reaching out to him. Instead, he leans forward, presses his hand into the curve of your back, and attaches his mouth to the untouched skin. 

Your free hand sinks into Stiles’ hair. Your fingers weave through the back of his hair first, and then you make your way up to the front, pushing back his bangs blindly. 

Stiles peers up at you from his spot around your nipples. You’re still in ecstasy—your head now level once more, but your mouth still open and your eyes still closed. 

He detaches from your nipple to tell you: “Look at me.” 

It fuels Stiles’ ego when you do as told quickly. 

You’re looking at him on his command yet Stiles feels like he’s the one entranced. Because of your eyes. Fuck, your eyes. Watery, lazy, but your pupils are dilated. Your mascara has transferred to under your eyes by now, and it’s smudged a bit, making you look completely fucked out. Stiles thinks some of your makeup along your face has disappeared too, but it allows for a fresh skinned appearance instead. 

Really, there is nothing else for him to do except kiss you. It’s so messy but so good. You flatter in your movements on his cock, but Stiles feels absolutely no remorse when he takes over. 

He unlocks your hands and plants them both on your hips again. This time, he uses the leverage to pull you down on him again and again. He lets you lead the kiss, while he leads this. 

Your hands land on the leather of the seat behind Stiles' back and the foggy glass pane of the window. He hears your fingertips glide down the surface as he starts to fuck you harder, and then the sound is combined with your moans when your lips separate from Stiles’. 

You call his name, low and breathy. 

He hums. 

“‘m so close. Keep going. Just like that.” He nods. Then you add, “Little faster.” And he does as told. 

Your forehead pressed against his, the sweat on both of your skin making your heads glide more than anticipated. It doesn’t deter either of you. When your nose bumps against Stiles’, he kisses you again. When your head becomes too heavy for you to hold it up, he presses his thumb under your jaw, rests his fingers on the side of your neck, and holds the weight for you. 

“You’re so pretty,” he tells you, adding your name at the end to seal the deal. “Baby,” he says, and his heart swells when you hum in response. So he says it again. “Baby, you feel so good. Feel so good, babe.” 

He doesn’t know what more he says. He can vaguely recognize his lips forming the words and his own voice in his ears calling you the prettiest girl ever, telling you that he could never get this anywhere else, telling you he never wanted to get this from anywhere else. 

“Needed this so bad. I needed you so bad. I’ve missed you.” And just as his words finish, yours begin. 

“Stiles, Stiles. Right there. ‘m … I’m…!” 

He singles two fingers out, slips them between your thighs, and rubs along your clit until you’re shaking above him and holding onto his wrist between your bodies. He doesn’t know if you’re trying to pull him closer or push him away, but watching you cum is too gorgeous for him to ever dream of making it stop. 

So he doesn’t. 

Not even when your eyes start to leak and your lips start to plead and you contract around him. 

“One more,” he asks. “I just need to see it one more time. Please.” 

The sound of him moving in and out of you is loud. He drifts his eyes down to watch it happen, groaning when he just barely sees a broken ring of white glinting in the fluorescents from the parking garage. 

It feels a little romantic when you cum and then Stiles follows right after. 

The Jeep is warm, the windows are foggy, and there’s an ache in Stiles’ thighs. He knows for every one of his aches, you have three. The condom has been removed, tied, and disposed of in an old paper bag Stiles had sitting on the floor of his car. His pants are pulled back up, but his belt is still undone. His shirt sticks to his skin and he really needs greasy food and a shower. 

But if that means leaving this moment, and never returning to it, he could put off his needs and wants for an eternity. 

You’re sitting next to him, redressed with the button of your jeans still undone. You’re staring straight ahead, trying to catch your breath as you rub the muscles in your thighs. 

Stiles doesn’t know what to say, so he licks his lips and he says, “Uh … do you … um. Would you like some … ice or something? For your legs?” 

You smile ahead, turn to face him, and shake your head. “It’ll be fine. Nothing a shower and good sleep won’t fix.” You pause. “And maybe some food.” 

Which is how Stiles ends up sitting in your bed, sipping the remnants of his Dr. Pepper as he watches you lather lotion on your legs with your towel still hanging off of your body. 

“Your food’s cold,” he tells you. He doesn’t tell you about the handful of fries he stole earlier, but he knows you’ll notice it and hold the grudge for later. 

Later. Will there be a ‘later’? 

“Be there in a second.” You start to walk back to the bathroom. “Should we go to that place in the morning? Or …” you look at your clock and wince at the time. “Later. The one with the really good pancakes?” 

Stiles is quick to agree. He would love to do something with you later. 

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[ddejavvu]

heyy mei :)) could you maybe write something for lover boy james where reader is starting to get out of her comfort zone a bit and wearing tighter clothes that show of her little tummy pudge and/ or thicker thighs?? i’ve myself am currently trying to get to this confidence level and I know jamie would be the biggest supporter ever <34

as someone who beat the baggy clothes plague i wish you well on your journey my love <3 tw for self-image issues, don't read if you'll be uncomfortable.

You're already awaiting a dramatic reaction when you step out of the bathroom. James Potter never does anything by halves, and you know whether he likes your outfit or not he'll make a scene. Oh, god, if he isn't dramatic at your reveal, if he's measured and controlled and contained- well, that would be worse than if he wrinkled his nose and told you that your outfit was too tight. That would be an outright lie, and you'd rather him just be mean, although you're not sure unprovoked cruelty is a quality that James Potter possesses.

You haven't worn anything quite this snug in a long time. A dip in your self confidence correlates with an increase in your clothing sizes, not because you've gained weight, but because you're not eager to show off the weight you already have. You're particularly sensitive about the shape of your body, how it hangs, how it squishes and warps within tighter clothing, but you're taking steps to conquer your fears, and tonight you've chosen a snug leotard tucked into jeans. There's no hiding your waistline, which is something you're not accustomed to. Your hand wants to subconsciously cover your stomach but you force it into your pocket, stepping out of the bathroom with all of the courage you've got in your body.

James glances up at you as you come out, one sock on his foot and the other perched precariously on his toes. He's tugging it over his sole when he notices your tight-fitting outfit, and his eyes drop to your stomach.

You feel naked, even though the whole issue is over your clothes.

You get the dramatic reaction you'd expected.

He charges towards you from his spot on the bed, and channels his never-ending supply of energy into a truly extravagant display: He drops to his knees, sliding painfully over the hardwood to reach for your waist and shove his face into your stomach. You yelp at the sudden movement and try to shove him away but he latches his grip around you quite firmly, groaning into your stomach like he's repenting at the altar of god.

"Oh, gorgeous," He moans, and you're truly saddened for the theater medium, as they'll never experience dramatics quite like James has to offer, "Oh, darling, it's out. Your stomach is out, I can see it, I can-" He curls his fingers into your belly, nails pricking at miniscule threads in the fabric, "-feel it, I can scream into it!"

It's really a pathetic display. You can't find it in yourself to be critical, though, not when he's so effectively sweeping away any negative thoughts with the way that his lips plunge hungrily into the flesh of your stomach, over and over again complete with sounds you're certain a starved animal makes when it sinks its teeth into game.

Perhaps if you loved him less, you could hate this more. But you don't, so you can't, and you let James lift you from your spot, heaving you right over his shoulder so that he can still turn his head to the side and nip lightly at the pudge of your stomach while you struggle in his grasp.

"You look fantastic, darling," He gushes against your belly, beelining for your bed, the covers still unmade and very inviting, "Unfortunately, our plans have changed. Shame we can't go out tonight and show off your outfit, but I just remembered I have to kiss you until my lips fall off."

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[redclercs]

DELICATE✰ CHARLES LECLERC.

ix. i'm so sick of running as fast as i can

— the one where they painted you out to be bad (so it's okay that you're mad).

warnings: fair warning you're going to be pissed, foul language, this one has more media between text and it's a little long. 2.3k words (+articles and a very long youtube thing!!)

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By Alana Blake

YOU read it here first, friends. #YNCHARLES is still going strong even after the mess y/n found herself in during the Spanish Grand Prix weekend.

Rumor had it that after y/n's declarations where she said 'it was not serious' and 'she was just having fun', the Monegasque heartthrob dumped her immediately. This was fueled by the fact that we didn't see any pictures of them together during such weekend.

But sources have come to the rescue, letting us all know they're not broken up! "They talk every day for hours," our source said, "Both are still trying to keep it fun but more lowkey after everyone found out about the cheating."

RELATED: Victoria Presley's top five beauty hacks.

You would think that after a partner refers to you as a 'toy', dumping them is the best course of action, but apparently that doesn't apply to Mr. Leclerc who has "nothing but good things to say about y/n".

"He's excited to see her in New York before the Canada Grand Prix, they have it all planned out since she has her apartment back." The source added.

One thing is for sure, if we see y/n at the next Grand Prix, that's the big confirmation that they are together, since they blew their Elix cover by forcing them to end the contract.

SEE ALSO:

→ Victoria Presley's inauguration after party at the Grand Havana Room, you just had to be there.

→ Taylor Swift defends y/n y/ln: ''All of you have learned nothing!"

→ Aidan Kim on Charles Leclerc: "Never heard of him until my girlfriend cheated on me"

𝙂𝙊𝙏 𝙎𝙊𝙈𝙀𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝙊 𝙎𝘼𝙔? 𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝘼 𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙈𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝘽𝙀𝙇𝙊𝙒!

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Anonymous – 4 hr ago

They're both so shameless! and charles was liking tweets saying they were friends like he could really trick us.

kollhha – 3 hr ago

I hate her, Charles dump her ass for the love of god.

adriennewells – 40 min ago

no but seriously what is it about y/n that has men brainwashed?

Anonymous – 10 min ago

They WOULD be cute together, i don't think they're dating though.

June 10th, Los Angeles, California

You fit your life for the past months into two suitcases, and a carry on. Your room at Vic's house is messy and it feels strangely empty without your discarded shoes and dirty laundry on the floor. But it's time to go, you cannot impose your presence in this enormous house anymore. You have felt like an intruder since you started traveling to Formula 1 and coming back every week like this is your hotel and not your best friend's home.

"Are you really going back to New York?" Vic asks from behind you, voice low with sadness.

"Yes, Vic, I have to." you sigh, turning to meet her. She's dressed up in her fucsia workout gear, holding a light ring in her left hand and her phone in the right. Your flight leaves in the evening and you were hoping to have a meal with Vic before parting to the airport, but it looks like she's all booked.

"No you don't," she argues, entering the room. "Hollywood is here, y/n why do you need to go back to New York? You're an actress!"

You feel like a lot of things, except for an actress right now.

"I don't think Hollywood wants me right now, Vic," you say, going back to the unmade bed to lie down. You asked the cleaning lady if she could leave your room for last so you could finish picking your stuff up, and she agreed gently. "Plus, I really miss New York."

"y/n you haven't even visited my store, you can't go!" Vic's tone changes in octave, and it's not her whiny 'please don't do this' tone you're so used to. "I asked you for ONE favor and you're running to New York and you can't do even just that?"

"Woah, Vic, what the fuck?" you use your elbows as support to lean up and look at her. "Calm down. It's okay." you know her tantrum comes from the fact that she truly believes you could boost her beauty line sales and make her store a 'hot spot'. And it would work, for the wrong reasons. You don't want Vic being dragged down into this mess too. Mati and Charles are enough casualties.

"NO IT'S NOT!" Victoria is full-on yelling now, the light ring has been tossed aside. "I have given everything you've asked from me in the past months since your life started falling apart. I think I deserve something in return."

You ignore the bite of her words. She's angry, which is understandable to some level. She doesn't mean it, right? That she always expected something in return.

"Vic, listen, I know how important your store is to you. But I promise you, you don't want the attention I'm bringing to anyone close to me right now."

"Oh, so you're doing this for my own good now?" she scoffs, ponytail flying in the air as she turns around. "Are you fucking Charles Leclerc for his own good too? Or do men's reputations don't matter?" she spits.

You halt completely, halfway out of the mattress. "What did you say?"

"Oh, please y/n. You really want me to believe you don't want to be seen with me to 'protect me'" she throws the quotations in the air, "And yet you went on your pretty vacation with that bitch Matilde, and you talk to fucking Charles Leclerc every day!"

"Victoria, stop," your brain is a mix of anger, sadness and confusion. You’re having trouble catching up to the where the conversation is going. "That was different, Vic. In case you haven't noticed, things can't stop getting worse. My life is not good right now." You choke on the last words, because it's the first time you say such things out loud. You have never been more miserable.

Victoria scoffs yet again, and it’s a tear in your heart. She's really not backing off. "Of course your life isn't good y/n wah, wah. You have money and beauty and a pilot boyfriend, it sucks so much to be you!"

"Why are you so bothered about it? Why is Charles the main problem here?" you wipe the tears from your cheeks, scratching the skin with one of your rings. "Why the fuck are you acting like this?"

Everything was alright this morning at breakfast, when you reminded her you were leaving and your luggage was almost done. When you thanked her for taking you in and told her you could never really repay her support.

"Because you get everything you want all the time!" Victoria stomps to you, her face inches away when she stops. "You always get what you want no matter what. It didn't even matter that I said you view him as a fucking piece of meat! He still went after you."

The world moves in slow-motion as her words cascade on you. Your lungs close and your throat tightens again, and you want to fight the panic attack because you just know Victoria is not going to help you. How could she? If she's the one who betrayed you.

"How–Why–" you stutter, the hem of your shirt on your fist. You can fight this. "How could you do this to me?"

Victoria finally comes to the realization of what she let out, and covers her mouth. "y/n no– look–"

"Who told you about the ring?" your jaw is locked and you're trying not to lose focus. "How could you tell them about the ring?!"

"How could you not tell ME?! I'm your fucking best friend, you bitch!" she's raising her voice again, her surprise pushed aside because you're still fighting. "I had to find out through Aidan, months later."

The Cannes party. Of course.

You thought about asking her about it. Telling her it hurt you that she hung out so happily with Aidan when he was the reason you arrived at her house one night in February, frightened, sad, and confused. But you didn't because you trusted her. You would have trusted Victoria with your life at some point.

"It really is you, then," tears are streaming down your face again.

You feel stupid because only yesterday, in another rage-scroll through Twitter, you noticed people were already making theories about how it was Victoria who was selling information about you. And you felt so offended, how could they think your best friend would do that to you?

"How could you, Victoria? How could you make all that shit up?"

You talked to Victoria about the articles. You cried and told her you were sorry you didn’t let her in on the failed proposal, it was something you were still processing and couldn’t bring yourself to talk about, still wondering if it had been a mistake every now and then. You told her how sorry you felt to Charles because he just wanted to hang out with you—to be friends with you—and people marked him down as a home wrecker when he had nothing to do with it.

“It was definitely Mia though, wasn’t it?” She said as she rubbed your back and passed the box of tissues to you. “She always hated you, so weird. It was like she loved Aidan in a fucked up way.” Victoria even shuddered exaggeratedly, trying to make you laugh.

“Yeah I’m sure it was Mia, Aidan just won’t admit it.” You let her wipe your tears and smooth your hair down. Nobody could convince you that your ex-sister-in-law didn’t run to People and spewed shit. It was the most logical conclusion that Aidan was protecting his little sister.

This had been three days ago, she lied and made fun of you, to your face.

"So now I'm a liar? You are fucking Charles Leclerc! Or what, you expect me to believe all you do is hold hands and peck each other's cheeks?"

Again with Charles, it infuriates you.

"You told the press I'm a cheater! And I am NOT with Charles, God you're so stupid!"

"How would I know whether it's true or not? You never tell me anything anymore, do you? You don't care about me! I'm your best friend. I deserve to be your priority!"

"You deserve to rot in hell, you lying bitch." you don't even raise your voice anymore, "How could I ever love you?"

Victoria laughs, and your heart finally shatters. "I would do it again, y/n, because it's what you forced me to do."

The apartment is a mess, and you know it's on purpose. Your clothes are everywhere, the dirt from the plants you kept on the balcony is all over the floor, the coffee table is broken and your room looks like a hurricane passed through. Your coffee maker and your Specialty coffee both lie on the floor of the kitchen, and there is a horrible smell coming from the fridge. Aidan hasn't been gone long enough for things to rot to that extent, especially because every appliance is plugged in.

You don't want to look at the rest of the house, or your belongings. All you do is lean down to pick up your Moka pot, and make time to think, but you're unable to stand straight again. It's like the pain is pulling you down. How did your life become this?

A ruined apartment, a rejected engagement and a backstabbing best friend are things that happen in the movies. You would know. This wasn't supposed to happen to you.

Crying in that ruined kitchen, holding a Moka pot like it's your greatest treasure and not some piece of trash that you will never be able to use anymore, you get angry, furious. Because this is not your life and it was never supposed to be. And it's about time you start doing something about it.

You are sick of running. Of having people question you for not 'defending' yourself when you have no reason to be attacked in the first place. Relationships die, and yours had been past its time to be buried. Saying no is not a crime. And it never will be.

Victoria had burned her own thread with you in the worst way possible because you didn't make her the only person in your life. And you had overlooked every time you felt used by her, unloved, and tossed aside. Friends can break your heart too, and Victoria had ripped yours out of your chest.

Nobody has to tell you who you are, because you know. And you are nothing of what you've let tabloids, netizens and reporters say. You cannot keep running and you cannot keep hiding, and though you wish you had understood that earlier. It's never too late to pick yourself up.

Mildred and Walter are going to be pissed, but their advice was that you remained lowkey for however long it took Hollywood to get their next big scandal. Weeks, months, years.

And you're not about to scurry away into darkness like a rat.

FROM “JUST WATCH THIS” POSTED IN Y/N Y/LN'S YOUTUBE CHANNEL POSTED JUNE 12TH

[y/n,minute 01:30]: ❝...So I've finally decided to come here and tell you everything that has been happening for the past months. It's the truth, but whether you believe it is a personal choice.❞

[y/n,minute 05:56]: ❝It was a three-year dead-end relationship. You cannot, and should not, have a future with someone who laughs at your dreams, and tells you how you should behave and how to look to exalt him.❞

[y/n, minute 07:15]: ❝I said no. And I have not regret it for one second. I didn't tell anyone because I respect Aidan, although I don't think that is reciprocal by now.❞

[y/n, minute 10:01]: ❝I never cheated on him, and I know the source of those rumors. It breaks my heart to know that someone I trusted made up stuff about myself, and a part of my life that was so important to me. I am not telling you who it was, however, I will take legal action against them if the defamation continues.❞

[y/n, minute 14:54]: ❝Aidan decided to tell this person about our failed engagement, and I do not know if his intention was that this all became public. But I wish he'd been mature enough to handle it privately, like the adults we both are.❞

[y/n, minute 16:59]: ❝I started attending Formula 1 races because of an Ambassador contract I held with Elix until three days ago, when they decided to rescind it.❞

[y/n, minute 18:07]: ❝That's where I met both Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz, back in April. Since they are the drivers for Ferrari, we spent a lot of time in the same place, which led to us becoming friends.❞

[y/n, minute 19:04]: ❝Charles Leclerc is my friend and we are not romantically involved, I urge you to stop making stuff up about him too. He never messed with my past relationship, we did not know each other.❞

[y/n, minute 21:55]: ❝When all of this started, I believed—naively— that it could just die down on its own. I am an actress. I was not only 'Aidan Kim's girlfiend' and I am not only his ex-girlfriend now. I am y/n y/ln.❞

[y/n, minute 23:31]: ❝I should have spoken sooner. I should have shut everything down the moment I started feel miserable and out of control. But I also know, I was being crucified so badly because I am a woman.❞

[y/n, minute 26:00]: ❝You have made me feel miserable and anxious, I have suffered from panic attacks and sleepless nights. And I'm not saying this to make you all feel bad and regretful, because the one thing you lack the most is empathy.❞

[y/n, minute 28:45]: ❝But I want you all to think that, if it had been the other way around and Aidan hadn't wanted to marry me, you would have said 'he wasn't ready' and you would have let him move on and find "The One" in peace.❞

[y/n, minute 31:35]: ❝If it was Timothee Chalamet—whom I also have a deep appreciation for—doing RomComs and nothing more, you would call it 'his specialty' and never question his talent.❞

[y/n, minute 33:17]: ❝If I was a man, this wouldn't have killed my reputation.❞

[y/n, minute 36:21]: ❝I will not remain quiet anymore while you step on me and diminish my work. I do not owe anything to Aidan Kim except for the drama the past months have brought me.❞

[y/n, minute 38:11]: ❝I'm going to focus on the future. And I am well aware this will be continue to be a topic of conversation, but I am not scared anymore. Because I know who I am and who I can count on.❞

[y/n, minute 40:12]: ❝If it weren't for my fans, who have been fighting my battles so hard, I wouldn't be here either. They're here for me, and I can never repay such pure love.❞

[y/n, minute 42:22]: ❝If you watched up to here, I'm sure you're wondering whether you should believe all of this, and like I said, it's all up to you❞

[y/n, minute 44:50]: ❝I will not be speaking about Aidan Kim again, so I ask you to refrain from asking about him. It's all been said and done, and I'm eager to move on.❞

[END]

You are looking at the all the comments.

aidanbabes WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS BITCH EVEN ON

flowerbedkim Oh so now Aidan forced her to be with him? Bullshit. You are never saving your lying ass y/n, fuck you!!!!!

thatbitch123 You are absolutely right y/n if you were a man this wouldn’t have happened it's so sad

ynbabes2 my queen i waited for you to speak for so long!!! WE HAVE TO MOVE ON FROM THIS

leclercstar you all have made this girl's life absolute hell, i hope you never find peace!! I'm glad she's friends with Charles and Carlos.

presleyvibes wait and you thank people but not Vic who let you stay at her house? you're an ungrateful bitch

albstappen I saw her pic with Lily Muni and I just knew she was one of the good ones

ynmybeloved EVERY TONGUE THAT RISES AGAINST YN SHALL FALL

kim41d4an IT'S YOUR WORD AGAINST AIDAN'S YOU CHEATING WHORE

June 12th, SoHo, New York.

You are trying to clean the mess around you as best you can. And although you could call someone to help you, sweeping and scrubbing keeps you busy and distracted. The first message you received after posting the video was from Mati a 'proud of you xx, tell me all about it later please!' text that made you take your first deep breath of the afternoon. You made an appointment with a doctor first thing in the morning, you want the panic to go away, you need it to.

Thoughts of how they're destroying you again, calling you a liar and a whore, swarm your brain and you try to toss them in the trash along with your ruined Dolce & Gabbana coat, mysteriously cut up with scissors. You told the truth, and not even the whole of it.

The video is being shown everywhere, you're sure you'll see it tomorrow in Good Morning America where they'll dissect every single move you make and every word that comes out of your mouth.

It's almost 9 pm when you finally stop wiping the apartment down, trying to get rid of every sign that Aidan Kim was ever inside it. It's not true that he paid for the apartment, you picked it yourself and made it a home and then he chose to come and live here, paying the rent once every three to five months. This is your home and you are reclaiming it.

Your phone rings and you take another deep breath before picking it up. Mildred and Walter have resorted to communicate with you through email, so you wonder who it is. Victoria called a few times during the weekend, left voicemails and text messages until you blocked her. Each of them with a new excuse and a more creative way to pin all of what she had done, on you.

It's a FaceTime call from Charles.

"Charlie!" you greet with a smile, before the image of him loads completely. "It's 3 am in Monaco, what the hell are you doing awake?"

Charles shrugs and you notice his bare shoulders, he's shirtless. You're suddenly self-conscious about the way you look. With your hair sticking up from the sweat, your greasy face and ragged shirt. It's a silly worry.

"I wanted to talk to you," he says, and you know he's tired. "I saw your video earlier, but I was doing something else."

"Oh, you saw that."

"I'm proud of you y/n, you are brave for speaking your mind like that. I know it must have taken some effort." Charles moves again and you see his chest, he's already in bed.

"Charles, go to sleep, we can talk about this later," you chuckle, heat is rising to your face.

"I wanted to see you y/n, it doesn't matter what time it is. And I really wanted to tell you I'm glad you posted that video."

"Thank you, Charlie. I should have done it sooner."

"The only one who knows what timing is right for you, is yourself."

"Yeah, I guess so." you sigh, you're exhausted too and you blame it more on the rollercoaster of emotions you've been through than deep cleaning your apartment.

"Are you tired?" he asks, suppressing a yawn.

"No more than you," you retort, but can't help yawning as well. It's a scientific fact that yawns are contagious. "Go to sleep, we can talk tomorrow."

You talked yesterday too, and the day before, and you cried so much on the phone again you thought he would eventually hang up until you calmed down. But Charles soothed you through the phone at 1 am Monaco time and told you to let it all out, and listened without interrupting you once how you called Aidan and Victoria every name in the book.

"Fine," Charles says, rubbing his left eye carelessly. "Will you give me a tour of your apartment tomorrow, then?"

"Yes! I finished cleaning it today!"

Charles laughs softly at your excitement. “We’ll talk tomorrow then, just because you need to sleep.”

“Sure I am the sleepy one,” you roll your eyes and Charles smiles, both dimples showing. “Goodnight Charlie, sweet dreams.” The last part you say it in a slightly mocking tone but Charles doesn’t take it as such, smile widening.

“Goodnight soleil,” he says and waits a few seconds for you to react to your newly given nickname before hanging up, anxious but satisfied.

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[harryistheonlyoneforme]

Babe!! Can we get some Cheater H smut where he’s at the gym and he’s fucking Reader and then his wife comes in but he keeps going and she doesn’t notice? I need that so bad OMG

I Don’t Wanna Talk To You*

warnings: smut, cheating, dry humping, unprotected sex, praise, dumbification, lil bit of exhibitionism, creampie

pairings: cheater harry x reader

masterlist | harry styles masterlist

~

“Harry?” YN calls, closing his front door behind her as she steps out of her shoes and makes her way further inside. She takes a peek at every room inside on the first floor of the house, frowning when she doesn’t see him in any of them. His car is definitely in the driveway and his location definitely says he’s home, so she heads up to the bedroom to see if he’s there. She finds the bed unmade but his slippers are still there, so she’s left to believe he must be in the basement.

She quickly jogs quietly down the stairs, the sounds of grunts and pants leading her directly to where he is. She steps inside the open door of his home gym, and lo and behold, she finds Harry in all his glory, in the middle of a drop set of deadlifts. His muscles are on full display, his back flexing with each rep. He hasn’t noticed her yet, so she takes the time to admire, subconsciously squeezing her thighs together at the thought of him making those sounds because of her; straining above her the way he is now.

The grunts haven’t stopped, the noises only fuelling her crude thoughts about the man she’s been dating for a year now. It only continues for about three more minutes, and then she’s watching him as he walks over to the wall nearest him and places the dumbbells down, squatting down to take a sip of his water. Everything he does ignites a fire in her that’s unexplainable. Her thighs are beginning to ache with how hard she’s squeezing them together, and they damn near snap in half when he finally turns around and notices her, his eyes lighting up and a dimpled grin covering his face immediately.

His eyes trail over her body as he strides toward her, and her heart is beating so fast she thinks she’ll pass out right then. He doesn’t even try to hide it when his eyes linger on her chest before trailing down to her thighs and he’s smirking when he sees how tight she’s clenching them. The sight ignites something in him as well, his cock stirring slightly in the loose shorts he’d chosen to workout in, but he forces it down. When he reaches her he leans down and intentionally presses a sweet kiss to her lips, moving away before she can deepen it. It pulls a needy whine from her lips as she chases his with hers, and he gives in immediately, wrapping one hand around her throat as their lips meet again.

She’s shifting on her feet and moaning into the kiss, nearly melting into the floor when his tongue starts to explore her mouth. With his free hand he reaches for the front of her tube top and frees her breasts, making her groan as the cool air of the gym begins to harden them. He begins to roll one between his thumb and forefinger, separating their lips and pressing their foreheads together to gauge her reaction.

“M’glad you’re here, baby,” he coos, rubbing a thumb over the hardening bud. She smiles brightly at his words, thinking he’s finally going to give her what she’s literally craving right now, but he doesn’t. “Need a spot for these bench presses, my love. Can’t be getting stuck,” he finishes, a cheeky smile playing on his lips.

Her smile falters just a bit as he grabs her hand and leads her to where he’ll be working next, and then he’s climbing onto the bench. She’s just standing there sort of awkwardly for a moment, unsure of what he wants her to do. “Cmon, hop on top,” he teases, chuckling as her eyes go wide, but she does as he says.

As soon as she’s comfortable, he goes straight into his sets, and he can’t even lie and say that he doesn’t exaggerate his grunts a little bit because he knows what they do to her. The fact that she’s sat right atop his abs isn’t helping either, she can feel each and every strain of his muscles whenever he goes to push the bar back up. The thin grey biker shorts she’d worn today and forgone panties with don’t stand a chance with how wet she is, and when she feels his abs graze her swollen clit it takes everything in her not to cry out in pleasure.

Harry just acts as if he’s none the wiser, continuing his set like he doesn’t feel the small amount of wetness she’s left on his stomach, or the way she throbs each time his abs flex against her. It takes all of his restraint when he feels her give into the temptation and start to rock her hips down onto his abs, but he has absolutely none left when she just begins to moan shamelessly at the pleasure she’s experiencing.

He places the bar on the rack and moves his hands to her hips, helping her to move along his abdomen. Her moans have picked up so loudly that they’re echoing throughout the small room, and his cock has become rock hard in his shorts. All he can do is ignore the throbbing and watch YN as she’s in absolute bliss above him, her head now thrown back as she gets closer to her orgasm.

Deciding to make the experience even filthier than it already is, Harry speaks up. “Such a dirty girl,” he rasps, watching with hooded eyes as hers meet his. “So desperate f’me you’re just grinding on my tummy, poor thing. Just couldn’t wait, hm?” his teasing does nothing but urge her toward the edge, and she’s nodding with all her energy, unable to find the words to express what she’s feeling, but he knows. “I know, darling. Cum f’me. Cum all over me and I’ll give you what you need.”

Those words are all the encouragement she needed to cum, her hips stilling and her legs shaking slightly as her orgasm wracks her body, a loud cry of pleasure leaving her. She cums so hard tears form in her eyes and start to fall down her face as Harry helps her ride it out, gradually slowing the movement of her hips until she’s grounded.

She eventually comes around breathlessly, her chest heaving. Harry doesn’t waste another moment and he helps her off of him before he’s easing her onto the floor and on her back, climbing on top of her to bring their lips together. The angle provides him with the perfect angle to slot himself between her thighs and press his throbbing bulge against her, bucking his hips slightly at the feeling of her wetness beginning to leak onto his pants.

The action makes him graze her clit slightly, and she whines a bit in overstimulation before he’s pulling away to look down at her. He groans out loud and his cock twitches at the sight before him; her little grey shorts are absolutely drenched from her orgasm, the dark patch in the middle glistening in the fluorescent lighting of the gym.

He can’t help but bring his hands to her waistband and begin helping her out of them, and he becomes absolutely feral when he sees a string of her wetness connecting her to the shorts. Bringing them down past her ankles, he takes just a moment to admire how beautiful she is, and any other time he’d simply eat her out until she passed out, but he’s too desperate to feel her.

So he frees himself from his pants and immediately lines himself up with her, pressing his tip into her swollen pussy. Her eyes flutter closed at the stretch, and when he just slowly pushes in until their hips meet, she wraps her legs around his hips to press him as deep as he can go. They’re both already wrecked, so close to cumming and he hasn’t even started to fuck her properly. He gives her a bit to adjust before he pulls out and plunges back in just as deep as before, setting a punishing pace from the beginning.

YN’s moans and the sounds of their skin meeting are loud in his ears as the pace surprises her, and she can feel the light dusting of hair on his pubic bone grazing her clit, making the feeling that much better. Placing her hands on either sides of his head, she brings his lips to hers and moans against them as he literally fucks her like it’s their last time together. She can feel her orgasm burning deep in her belly, her back beginning to arch until they’re interrupted.

The sound of a phone ringing on the floor next to them disrupts the little bubble they've formed, and when Harry pulls away to look down at it, a dark smile takes over his features as he realizes it's his wife FaceTiming him. He flips it around to show YN and her eyes widen when she realizes he hasn't slowed down even a little bit. She goes to ask him if they should stop but he speaks up before she can, pressing himself inside of her as deep as he can, making her choke on a moan.

"If I answer this call, will you be a good girl for me and keep quiet until I finish?" he asks her, reaching up with the hand that's not holding his phone and pressing his thumb into her mouth, a satisfied hum coming from deep within his chest when she nods enthusiastically, immediately closing her mouth around the digit.

He's still pressed deep inside of her their hips flush as he swipes the button to answer, turning his camera off as the call begins to connect. The moment it does, he can't resist the urge to roll his eyes as he sees his wife sitting at the fanciest brunch restaurant in the city, sipping on what he knows is the start of her bottomless mimosas. He can't even imagine the hit their bank account has taken, because he knows she loves to go shopping with her friends to show off and they always end up at the expensive restaurant they reside at now.

"Harryyy baby. I miss youuu," she drawls, the way she says his name making his nose scrunch up in disgust as she gets closer to the camera and forms her lips into a pout. He resists the urge to gag and decides to take his mind off of it, pulling his thumb from YN's mouth and bringing it down to her swollen clit and pressing down firmly before he begins to rub slow circles right on the head.

He watches YN in pure adoration as she brings her lips into her mouth in an attempt to keep quiet, and he decides to make things even harder by pulling out of her until his tip is resting at her entrance before slamming back into her. He thinks he'll cum right then when her eyes roll back into her head and her hands flail around to find anything to ground herself, a small broken whimper leaving her lips from the sensation. He’s brought back to earth, though, by the annoying, high pitched sound that is his wife’s voice.

“Do you want to say hi to my friends, they really want to meet you someday. I was thinking maybe they could come over to the house today?” she questions, her voice hopeful. But Harry couldn’t care less, all he cares about is making YN cum again before he literally explodes inside of her without warning.

"No, I'm busy actually, about to eat. I'm gonna have to call you back when I'm done, okay?' he asks, not really waiting for an answer before he ends the call and tosses the phone to the side. He thinks he hears her call out an ‘I love you’ but he brushes it off quickly, picking up his pace and basking in the sound of YN's cry of relief at being able to moan as loudly as she wants. "Fuck, did so well for me," he praises, trying to stave off his orgasm until she cums, his mind turning to mush at how perfect she is and feels. She's just babbling wordlessly beneath him, the intensity of everything that's just happened only aiding in the building of her orgasm.

He’s fucking her so deep she feels like she can’t breathe, no thoughts in her head as he just continues to wreck her, his hands nearly bruising her hips with how tight he’s gripping them. He can feel her start to flutter around him a bit, making him groan at what’s to come.

“That’s, it, baby. Gonna cum for me?” he coos condescendingly, and all she can do is nod, making him chuckle at how wrecked she is beneath him. “My dumb little baby, hm? Can’t even think when I’ve got my cock in you,” he teases.

YN’s eyes are just squeezed shut at his words, her body going completely numb before tensing, her pussy locking down on him so tightly he struggles to move as her orgasm finally washes over her. The orgasm moves through her body in what feels like waves, small shocks causing her to twitch lightly. Seeing and feeling her in so much pleasure actually triggers Harry’s orgasm as well, and he buries himself so deep inside of her, his jaw dropped as a broken sob leaves his lips, his balls drawing up so tight he swears they’ll explode. Then the tension is leaving his body and he practically screams as cum starts to spurt from his reddened tip and deep into YN, painting her insides with his orgasm.

~

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[suguci]

— JOTARO KUJO X FEM READER SMUT IMAGINE

— MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI 18+ ONLY

— SUMMARY: It's the middle of summer in a heat wave, and while you and Jotaro are trying to cool off, Jotaro seems to have other plans to raise the heat instead.

— WC: 3.0k

— WARNINGS: Temperature play, ice play, brat taming, ass slapping, fingering, edging, p in v penetration.

— A/N: Hi! This is my first fanfic in quite a while. I've written fics before but it's been abt a year or so since I've written, so I hope it's not too bad! Thank you, hope you enjoy!

It's the middle of the summer in Japan─where it's hot and humid, the sun is blaring through the windows, and the sounds of tree frogs and crickets are relentless.

You and Jotaro lie in the bed, unmade, with your clothes strewn off to the side, laying skin to skin, with a few electric fans plugged into the walls of your bedroom–the only thing that seems to be keeping the both of you cool.

Normally, the air conditioning would be on, and you wouldn't have to be in this sweltering heat, but, the summers of Japan in the countryside are hot and brutal, which eventually decides to even break the air conditioning unit after staying on twenty-four-seven, wearing it's efforts thin.

Jotaro's fingers gently trace small circles on your sticky, sweaty back before he groans and turns from his side to lay on his back, breaking the miserable silence of just lying still under the unbearable heat.

"Fuck," He groans once more. "I wish we had a swimming pool out here, or we lived near the beach."

You can't help but let out a weak chuckle as you grab another ice pack from the cooler that's sitting beside your bed, and you toss it on top of the large, sweaty man who lies next to you.

"That's the fifth time you've said that Jotaro," You mumble, also taking an ice pack from the small cooler and placing it on top of your forehead in hopes of cooling you down.

Jotaro grumbles and sits up, taking the ice pack you handed him and he glides the cooling pack along his face and neck to help cool him down quicker.

"Didn't know you were keeping count."

You sigh, and you sit up. You look behind you, looking at the towels you laid down on the bed, and upon seeing your sweaty body imprint you groan at the sight, wondering just how much water you must've expelled from your body by now.

"Well, there's not much to talk about other than complain about how hot it is, so, I just wanted to see how many times you'd complain about not having a pool, so I've kept track."

Jotaro just chuckles and he rolls his eyes at your retort, too hot to even think of an answer to retort that. Instead, he continues to drag the ice pack across his skin, letting it move from his neck and down to his chest and over his abdomen.

Your eyes follow his movements unashamedly, and, out of the corner of his eye, Jotaro catches you staring.

He chuckles at your lack of shame, but he isn't even one to judge simply because he's been staring at your sticky, sweaty body for the majority of the time that you've both been nude.

"Care to tell me why you're staring?" He asks, his eyes now following yours.

Your eyes flick back to his facial features and you see a smug grin plastered onto his face, and instantly you feel heat rise to your face from being caught, but you're quick to retort.

"Like you're one to talk─You've been gawking at me the entire day."

Jotaro shakes his head and he rolls his eyes, finding your attitude almost chuckle-worthy.

It's his turn to look over at you now. His eyes wander over your sweaty figure, how your hair sticks to your skin, and how the sweat droplets glisten off of you in the afternoon sun, mainly paying attention to how pretty your breasts are covered in sweat, too.

He sees that you're looking at him in the same way he's admiring you, and he suddenly understands a certain thickness forming in the air alongside the persistent humidity. Slowly, he reaches over and runs a hand up and down your waist as you sit hunched over with your poor posture-his fingers teasing the curvature of your stomach-and presses his fingers against your skin.

You get the hint, and slowly he guides you with his hand, guiding you to sit on top of him. He gives you another smug grin meanwhile you give him a pout.

"Jotaro, aren't we only going to get hotter with this-"

Your question is interrupted by Jotaro's command. "Don't care. Come here." He taps your hip-a signal you know to hover over him-and in one hand, he takes his hardening cock, and pumps it a few times until he's fully erect, and slowly, he swipes his tip over your entrance to feel how wet you are, and when he decides it's good enough, he slips it inside of your hot, wet cunt, and immediately both of you let out a moan at the penetration.

Jotaro grabs your hips, and slowly, he pushes you down on his cock until your hips are flushed together.

You let out a whine at the dull sensation filling you up and making you go dizzy, loving how thick your boyfriend is, how you can feel him stretching your walls out, and how his fat tip sits perfectly on your g-spot.

God, he feels so good, you think to yourself, while your hands find a mind of their own and grab his thick quads to find purchase to start riding him, but Jotaro quickly grips your hips in protest.

"No, stay put. We'll get too hot, remember?" He smirks, using your own words against you, and you let out a frustrated groan.

"Please, Jotaro," You beg, which catches you by surprise, finding it funny how easily he already has you falling apart.

He seems to find this surprising too, as one of his dark eyebrows raises, and that smug grin of his reappears upon his lips.

"No, don't want you to move quite yet, sweetheart. Just stay still and... let me cool you down..." He says, his voice low as he grabs the ice pack that you left on the bed, and slowly, he brings the cold pack over your skin, gliding it, and watching water droplets form as he drags it across your body.

You watch with bated breath as Jotaro drags the ice along your skin. You swallow thickly, as your chest rises up and down, your eyes following his every move, and how your breath skips when the ice suddenly gets too cold when he moves the pack over your breasts and the peaks of your nipples.

Jotaro's eyes watch your chest rise up and down with interest, finding the way you react to the cold against such a sensitive part of your skin to be almost gratifying. He watches closely, and intently, seeing the water move across your skin almost as if it's mesmerizing, and how goosebumps rise across your skin from the sensitivity. He smirks at that and looks up at you.

"I see you're cooled down."

You huff, shaking your head, because it's quite the contrary, feeling as if your skin is on fire from how close Jotaro is─how his piercing green eyes look so intently at your breasts, and how good he feels buried deep inside of you. You swallow thickly and reach down, your hands gripping his thighs once more and digging your nails into his skin, hoping you'd return a stinging, hot sensation to him.

The hiss he lets out confirms it, and you flash him a smug grin back at him. Your hips then grind down onto him, moving in a circle, and Jotaro immediately lets out a groan and grips your hips tightly, digging his fingers into you.

"F-Fuck, stop that," He groans, halting his movements with the ice pack.

You watch as his eyes flutter from the pleasure of you moving your hips, how his Adam's Apple bobs, and how his mouth hangs open─you think he looks so good like this, so you let your eyes wander over his pretty facial features, and down his neck, looking at the droplets of sweat adorning his strong, scarred body-it's all such a good view, and it doesn't stop you from moving your hips, that is until Jotaro grips your hips harshly with his strong, calloused hands, causing you to come to a halt and your breath to hitch.

He's silent when he stops you except for the sound of his heavy breathing, which leaves your heart pounding a million miles a minute, wondering what he's gonna do next makes the atmosphere incredibly palpable.

He's silent for a minute more, leaving you anxious, and so, you start moving your hips again to gauge his reaction, but his grip on your hips only tightens and he lets out a huff. You raise an eyebrow at his refusal to acknowledge the silent situation, but, before you can blink, he quickly takes hold of you in both of his hands and flips you over so your face is pressed into the pillows.

You're breathless from how fast the movement is, unable to comprehend the situation fully, you can't even give Jotaro a remark before his rough hands grab hold of you once more to position you with rough grunts; where he grips your hips tightly pushing your ass into the air, and pushing on your back till it curves, and then he grips your thighs and pulls them apart as if he were tearing open a tightly sealed package.

Your eyes are wide with how rough he's handling you, so you grip the bedsheets tightly as if your life depended on it. You swallow thickly, knowing that it was your refusal to stay still that caused all of this.

"J-Jotaro..." Your voice is weak from the newfound tightness in your throat, as well as the fact that your face is pushed into the pillows in front of you. With this, you're practically begging to be recognized with the fact that you're sorry, but, you can hear Jotaro huff with frustration from behind you, making it seem as if he isn't too keen on forgiving you.

"I told you to be still..." He mutters, and you can feel one of his rough hands grip the globes of your ass-cheeks-pulling you slowly apart─and his calloused thumb swipes gently over your poor, weeping hole which reluctantly pulls a soft whine out of you.

His thumb trails down and, as if he were pondering about something, he slowly swipes his thumb over the soft folds of your cunt, making you let out another reluctant whine. You turn your head back to look back at Jotaro to ask for forgiveness, but a quick slap on your ass that has you lurching forward and letting out a quick yelp tells you that he was already reading your mind.

"Won't take an apology, sorry," He says bluntly, and he grins from knowing that he's probably making you annoyed.

You huff, begging to differ, but once you feel a large finger push forward inside of you, it's as if you've felt all of your complaints wash away in a matter of seconds. Your body leans back into his touch, and Jotaro is amused at how easily you lean back into him.

He groans and smiles at how good you look like this, and slowly he begins to curl that finger inside of you, making that motion over and over again, which makes you grip the covers of the bed needily.

"You gonna be good now, now that your wet little hole is weeping from my fingers?" He asks in a gruff voice, clearly finding your easy submission quite amusing.

You nod slowly, and you push back on his fingers as if you'd like them to go deeper, but Jotaro grips your hips tightly once more and with his free hand, he slaps your ass again, shaking his head.

"Seems like you're not gonna be still, so I'll just take my time here," He mutters, and he reaches down with his other hand and pinches your clit, sending a warning to you, which has you let out a frustrated whine.

"Jesus, Jotaro... I'll be still for fuck's sake," You murmur into the pillows, your head feeling a little shaken from Jotaro pinching your clit.

A smug smirk appears on his face, and then slowly, when his fingers start to move again, his face returns to its stoic expression as he watches his finger curl into you before adding another one which makes you moan, and you grip the bedsheets once more.

Once he's satisfied with your moans, he slowly then brings his other hand down and begins to gently rub your clit with his thumb, making you let out another moan.

You feel as if you're in heaven from the way his fingers feel, just enjoying how they make you feel so full and how they curl to hit that spongey spot inside of you every single time. Your head feels so full of bliss as you revel in the feeling of his fingers, knowing that if he kept going, you'd feel close to climbing your climax soon.

In the meantime, Jotaro is watching you intently. He watches the way your body reacts, his eyes watch your pretty cunt clench around him, and how your legs tremble whenever his fingers curl into that spot so deliciously-needless to say, he's focused on you, hoping to see when you're close.

Of course, however, you're giving him everything he wants, with your legs trembling from how good his rough thumb feels on your clit, drawing small, slow circles, you feel the familiar feeling of a rope tightening in your stomach, making you moan louder than were you before, and your breath becomes heavy as a result.

At that moment, Jotaro decides in a split second and quickly removes his fingers from you, and instantly your eyes pop open and look back at him in anger as you lose focus on your incoming orgasm.

"W-What the hell?! I-I was being still!" You retort with eyebrows furrowed, and piercing eyes like daggers as you stare at Jotaro, feeling as if you've lost all of that pleasure at once.

He gives you a smug smirk in response and he leans down, his dark curly bangs falling in front of his face and he nips at your neck.

"I know... just felt so good to get you back," He says, and the smug smirk on his face is practically audible as he leans down to press his soft lips along your skin, and as much as you want to roll your eyes at him, you let out a soft sigh as you feel his warm breath dance along there anyway, just wanting to feel him again.

"Now..." He grunts and sits back up and lifts your ass by gripping your thighs and pulling you towards him again. You let out a surprised yelp at that and he spreads your ass cheeks again, before reaching down to grip his cock. He groans as he slowly begins to tease the tip on your entrance, and as much as you're tempted to push yourself on it, you refrain from doing so because you know he'd only tease you about it.

Jotaro sees this remarkable effort you're making and he grins and lets out a low chuckle, finding your sudden obedience very entertaining.

"There we go... did the heat finally get to that little brain of yours?" He asks, and you huff and roll your eyes at his remark.

"Shut up and just fuck me, Jotaro," You murmur, not finding his teasing amusing at all, and you grip the pillows in front of you for support.

Another grin tugs at Jotaro's lips when you fire back that retort, and he sighs and slaps your ass one more time for good measure which makes you squeak before he slowly pushes himself in. He groans as he slowly moves inside of you, and your mouth drops open when you feel that familiar stretch.

Slowly, he begins to rock his hips, making you instantly let out soft moans from how good he feels─his thick girth slowly opening you up more than you already were from his fingers. Eyes roll to the back of your head and your fingers slowly grip the sheets as you feel the over-encompassing heat swell up within your body, feeling as if the heat wave is starting to finally get to you. Clearly, it seems to be getting to Jotaro too as you hear him groaning, and breathing deeply as he picks up his pace, his hands moving to grip your ass tighter so they wouldn't slip from the amount of sweat the two of you have accumulated over the past twenty minutes or so, inhaling and exhaling each other's heat. 

The heat passing between the two of you is almost more than you can bare as your breath picks up with Jotaro's quick pace─his thick cock hits that delicious spot inside of you earning him moans and shaky legs, and the sticky, wet sound only increases in volume as Jotaro keeps chasing that heat, wanting to finish as his cock twitches inside of you. 

You can only moan at this point, feeling so dizzy and hot as you can only take Jotaro's cock as his quick pace suddenly turns more punishing. You whine, feeling your body tighten and your legs shake and jolt from getting so close to your orgasm. 

"C-Close..." You murmur, letting your head fall forward, letting the heat build up inside of you until it's close to coming to that breaking point. Jotaro can only groan in response to your murmur, knowing he's close too. 

Finally, with a few more thrusts, Jotaro lets out a groan and he grabs your hips tightly, you let out a long moan as your legs shake and that hot blaze inside of you finally bursts free as you finish. 

Jotaro finishes and pulls out of you, groaning as he cums on your ass, watching the white, sticky warmth flow down your ass cheeks. He huffs as he watches, trying to catch his breath, and his eyes drift down to you to see you falling limp against the mattress. He chuckles.

"Looks like the heat waves finally got to us, hmm?" Jotaro remarks, and he sighs as he watches your whole body finally go limp against the bed, he slowly lowers himself next to you with a smug expression written all over his face when you turn to look at him. 

You just groan and roll your eyes, letting your breath calm down as your mind is swimming with bliss, trying even to comprehend his words.

"Yeah, yeah... still would've been better if we had a pool."

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[oleander-nin]

Im not sure if you still take reqs so sorry if you dont but can you do yandere donnie with a reader thats really bad at taking care of themself? Like they’ll stay up until like 5am playing videogames and end up sleeping in so much they decide to skip breakfast and lunch then end up eating a snack instead of a real meal for dinner because its to much work

A/N, not important: Uhh, I think I may have done this wrong- I had an idea, but somehow this came out instead. If it's majorly not to your tastes, send the request again and I'll try again. Thank you sm to @lethelagoon for the title and for helping me with the fic! Also this is posted on the tenth and not the third because I posted smth on the first and decided I could just skip to this week. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

Tw: mention of feeding tube, descriptive, mentions of drugging, pills, needles, abuse, kidnapped reader, dark themes, yandere themes

Words: 1357

Summary: Donnie comes home and finds out you broke his rules. Again.

“Do we need to go over your schedule again?” Donnie’s smooth voice sounds from behind me. I look towards him, shrinking down in fear. I set the console SHELLDON swore I was allowed to use down, racking my brain to try and find an excuse to get out of this. It had taken me three months to convince him I was fine being left alone, three months to convince him I wouldn’t break the schedule he created for me. Yet here I was, caught with the console on and his(or ours, as he liked to claim) bed unmade, the clock shining the traitorous numbers brightly. It was three in the morning, and Donnie had just returned from a mission, catching me in the act. I gulp. This was not going to go well.

“Well?” He asks, crossing his arms and tapping his foot. A scowl was on his face, signaling his distaste to the world. I chew on my cheek, opening my mouth and closing it over and over, trying to think of something to say. I didn’t want to be drugged again. I wouldn’t let him drug me again.

“I couldn’t sleep.” I say. It was a half-truth, which is better than a full lie. He can’t prove I wasn’t having trouble sleeping. Hopefully he won’t realize I never tried.

Donnie scoffs, a scowl set on his face. “Then you ask SHELLDON for sleep medicine. That is not an excuse and you know it. Gosh, you’re so- UGH!”

I cower back, my hands starting to shake as he paces around the room, his arms flailing as he continues to rant. I was going to be punished again, I was sure of it. Images of the isolation room and chains flashed through my mind, the slick taste of pills burning my throat. I couldn’t go through that again. I never wanted that to happen again.

Noticing my shaking, Donnie rolls his eyes and crosses the room in quick succession. He scoops me into his arms, holding me close while he continues to grumble under his breath. His arms were tense, the muscles more defined due to his anger. I couldn’t help the wave of panic coursing through my veins, my mouth going dry. 

I brace myself for the sharp pinch of a needle, but it never comes. I glance at his face, his dark eyes boring into mine. He wasn’t pleased, that was certain, but I couldn’t understand why he wasn’t freaking out. Last time I did something like this, he stripped the room of anything I could mess with and kept me locked up for a month. I still remember the pills he brought in, every night at seven. I shudder at the thought, the feeling of my body shutting down and pulling me into an unwanted sleep. 

He continues to stare at me, scanning my face slowly. He sighs in irritation, adjusting me in his arms before carrying me further into the room and setting me on the bed. He sits on the edge, his eyebrows furrowed as he takes his gear off slowly, letting each glove and padding fall to the floor. His steady hands were shaking in anger, his drawn eyebrows furrowed. My chest is tight in fear, knowing what was to come. The only wonder I had was why he was taking so long. I watch his face, trying to look past his eyes and learn what he was thinking. His silence was never good, a painful indicator of how ruthless he could be. Silence was a warning with Donnie, never a blessing.

“You didn’t listen.” He says, his voice tight. He’s not looking at me, his eyes trained on the floor. His hands squeeze the blanket of his bed, his green knuckles going white from the force. My blood runs cold and I desperately try to think of a way to fix this. He looks back over at me, his eyes narrowed and furious. “Why? Do you think I’m wrong? Do you not see the way I love you and want you to improve?”

I stay silent, unable to form a response. I didn’t know how to tell him the way he loved me was wrong in every way possible. I didn’t know how to tell him I still wanted, no needed, my escape from reality. 

His eyes wash over me again, my body feeling heavier with each look he gave me. It was like every time he scanned my body, another layer of fear and shame was set on my shoulders. The room was getting smaller, my lungs struggling to take in air. My left hand crosses my chest and sits on my shoulder, my right digging painfully into my thigh. I couldn’t do this. I wanted to go home. I hate him, I hate him so much. I can’t do this, I can’t be near him. All he does is hurt, and take, and I can’t leave. I was going to die here, stuck under the sick obsession of a mutant turtle.

I feel his hand on my back and I try not to cry, panic and fear growing until I feel as if I would pop. I couldn’t live like this, not any longer. I look up, seeing the way his face had tensed. I could see his lips moving, but couldn’t hear the words. I feel my throat ache from the held back tears, my entire body thrumming in sync with my heart. It was too fast. His room was too dark.

“Breathe.”

I suck in a sharp breath at the order, my body conditioned to do as he says without question. His hand goes under my chin, gripping it firmly, but not harshly. He makes me look into his eyes, the same eyes that were unbothered as he locked me away for weeks. The same eyes that stared angrily as he shoved a feeding tube down my throat when I forgot to eat. A sob bubbles from my chest as I try to pull back, survival instinct kicking in. His grip on my chin grows tighter, his other arm looping around my back and holding me in place. He places his forehead against mine, his lips moving once more. I could feel the words around me, the vibrations in the air, but I couldn't hear them. I could understand what he was saying, but I didn’t know what he said.

I continue to cry involuntarily, the hand holding my chin shifting to cup my cheek so he can wipe the tears as they fall. It didn’t help, his thumb wasn’t fast enough to wash them all away. I sit like that for nearly twenty minutes, the world around me crashing down and landing on my chest. My vision swirls with each sob while Donnie continues to hold me and whisper useless, silent words.

My vision swims one last time before the room starts to come back into focus, a harsh ringing in my ears. Donnie’s face is inches from mine, his drawn eyebrows furrowed. I stare at them through my sniffles. I never noticed he didn’t take off his mask. I try to turn my head to look at the room, but his grip on my face is strong.

“Are you done?”

I blink at him, his thumb roughly swiping my cheek as a stray tear falls. I forgot how his voice sounded for a moment. I take a deep breath, nodding. I didn’t have any other way to tell him, and I doubted I would fall into another fit. His hands fall from my face and I lean my neck back, staring at the ceiling. I felt numb, like my tears washed away every emotion my body once held. I couldn’t tell if I felt free, or even more suffocated. It was surreal, having my body be able to go through such stress before falling back as if nothing had happened.

Donnie’s hands trail down me, as if he was afraid I’d fall apart if he let go. They loop around my waist, pulling me firmly into his lap before he shifts on the bed and falls backwards, keeping me on his chest. I don’t fight it this time, letting him press a kiss to the crown of my head while he slowly rubs my back.

“This is what happens when you don’t listen, love.” His voice is quiet, one hand leaving my back to take his mask off while the other holds me tight. I let my head fall, my cheek pressed uncomfortably against the hard of his plastron. I let my eyes close, too tired to fight him any longer. I feel his chest vibrate as a small chuckle can be heard from him. “There you go. Sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up so we can discuss your new schedule. This will never happen again.”

I feel my stomach churn at his words, but I do nothing more than hum in agreement. I couldn’t fight anymore, my energy zapped. I just hoped I could sleep in tomorrow. I would delay a talk with him forever if I could. I take another breath and sleep comes for me, dragging me down into the darkness of my mind.

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in which you find yourself not wanting to bother riki with the fact that you’re really stressed out about your upcoming finals but he figures out how bad your anxiety is once he finds you on your desk, silently crying with your head in your textbook the day before the first exam…

[Contains Comfort and established relationships, pda as well]

WARNING mention of toxic relationships and mean exes

• release date ~ 24/04/2024 in my country

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• idol bf!riki x reader

• oneshot

• now playing : I ain’t worried, by OneRepublic

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You repeatedly tell Riki that you’re okay and that you’re not stressed about your finals but deep inside, you knew you were lying….

It hurt you each time that you had to lie because you knew that if he found out that you were lying, he would get really worried as to why you lied to him. So, you put on as real of a brave face as you could when inside, you felt like sobbing into rikis shirt while he gently holds you, silently comforting you with just his presence, but because of his packed schedule he has as an idol, you didn’t feel like troubling him with such a small problem, little did you know that holding your stress in would lead to you sobbing into your textbook on your desk.

You had never felt so much anxiety before an exam since you were a straight A student your whole life, and had never gotten a grade below a B and that B was only because you caught a viral fever and were barely able to write your test.

You hadn’t gone out of your room all day, let alone eaten something and because today was one of Riki’s few off days, he was at home, but because your door was locked, he tried all ways to get to you without opening you door and invading your study time… calling out to you, messaging you, calling you on the phone, knocking, but no response. He knew you were studying for your exams but he knows that you don’t normally skip meals, especially during finals.

He decides to knock again. He gently calls out your name while knocking on your locked door, only to be met with soft sobbing on the other end of the door. He, as a last resort, grabs the key to your door and slots it into the keyhole. The sight he was met with was a very heartbreaking one. You were sobbing into your science textbook, hugging your knees, your hair covering your entire face. You were still in your pajamas and were looking very pale.

You only noticed he was in the room when he gently collected your hair in his hands and tied your hair into a ponytail with a scrunchie that was on your still unmade bed. You look up at him with bloodshot eyes, which looked like you’d been crying for hours. He pulls you into a soft embrace, so gently, that one would believe that you were made of glass. You cry into his shirt, tears staining it but he couldn’t care less. All he cared about was you.

He pulls out of the hug, and looks at you so lovingly, his own eyes glossy due to the fact that you were crying. “Why didn’t you tell me, y/nnie, I could’ve helped…” he softly says. “Ki, I knew how busy you were and, well, I haven’t told you about this yet, but the reason I was so distant when we first got together was because my ex, he was so toxic and would shout at me if I went to him with my worries, he would get so mad and argue with me so much that by the time I left him, I was scared that all men were like that… but then I met you, and I lost that fear, but I still have a problem telling people about my feelings….” You reply softly towards the end, more tears welling up in your eyes. as if the look in his eyes couldn’t get gentler, they got more glossy as he pulled you into his embrace once more…

“Oh, yn, I didn’t know you went through all that on your own.. But next time, please tell me what’s bothering you and there’s no need to lie at all, I’m always going to be there to help you and listen, okay?” He says into the crook of your neck. “Thank you”, was all you could muster after the hours of crying. He pulls away a bit after a while, and then gently gives you a kiss on your lips, closing the gap on between your lips and his. He lifts his lips away from yours and laces your fingers into his, pulls you up and mumbles something about making instant ramen, which you genuinely needed, because, as mentioned earlier, you hadn’t eaten all day.

As you slurped your ramen up in record speed, Riki watched in adoration… how could you look so pretty even after crying?

You finished your bowl of ramen,and attempted to get up to put your bowl into the sink, but were pulled back into your seat by Riki, who insisted that he puts your bowl in the sink. You gave in, knowing that he was not going to let you go, and sit back down.

You were lucky to have a boyfriend like Riki and you would always be okay, as long as he was there with you…

END!

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Chosen not Fated Chapter 1

Eris x Fem!Reader

Tags: marriage of convenience, rhysand slander, depression, suicidal ideation

Summary: Tired of a life in the shadow among the inner circle, Rhysand’s younger sister decides to take her life into her own hands and makes a desperate grab for power.

Chapter Summary: After the battle is won the depression hits

a/n: writing this instead of uni coursework

last part, next part

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The Inner Circle keeps to themselves. They are a reclusive group that rarely allows new people into their lives, let alone into their hearts. 

But even within the Inner Circle I felt separate, They found companionship with each other. My Brother, Azriel, Cassian and Amern, They could rely on each other,  yet here I am sitting at the dinner table in silence eating my food, surrounded by the loud illyrians. My mate, although brought into the circle through me, was suited to them better than I ever was. 

The war was won, the humans were pushed back to their land and a barrier was created, keeping the faerie and human races separate forever. Treaties forged and signed, a promise for peace that should last centuries

I should be celebrating, I should be happy. I am empty. My soul has been torn in two. We were to be married after the War was won, we were waiting for peace, for a chance to breathe, to make our love a celebration of being alive, of seeing another day. If he was here I would have someone to talk to at dinner, to make it seem like I am just like them.

“Do you think the treaty will last?” said Amren piercing through the noise

“I hope so, If anything it will last through many human lives so they won’t have the same knowledge as they do now, for us anything is possible.” replied Rhysand

“So we are never going to be done with war,” I say quietly, my throat hurts from the crying. 

“We are immortal, war comes with the the price of life”, Rhys sighed “I can’t know what you are going through, but I am truly sorry, but there is nothing that can be done”

My chair scraped against the floor, I stood abruptly.

“Excuse me”, I state, leaving the dinner hall. I walk slowly out of the room with careful consideration, once out of sight of the circle I run down the hall, to my chambers.

The large room full of ornate furniture and sweeping bookshelves was situated high above the city of Velaris, a darling view. All I can see is memories of my love, from the books he had gifted me, to his side of the bed that was left unmade. 

I can’t bare to sleep in the bed without him, to smell him and know that he will never lie his head on the pillow and hold me as I fall asleep. 

I wish I could fly, to gasp the cool fresh air, to feel nothing around me. To get away from it all.I walk towards the balcony’s edge grasping the fence. If I jumped from the balcony right now I would not feel the air pick me up, only the hard ground would find me. Maybe that would be the better outcome, to join him.

No. 

If I am to join him it shall be by another's hand, just like he was. In battle would be nice, then for certain I could be with him in whatever afterlife awaits us, me. 

Perhaps we don’t have an afterlife, what would be another eternity, would it be like our lives now, maybe this is the afterlife, where one lives forever and to die in battle grants you a new one. 

I lie in our… my bed. I clutch the bedsheets that would hold him, they’ve gone cold from disuse. I can’t cry, I have no more tears left in me. 

I need a purpose, I need something to spend my days, a distraction. It would feel wrong to find a lover to occupy my days, knowing my one love is gone. Maybe a friend perhaps, to share thoughts and opinions, to visit - on occasion.

A friend. I need someone not of this court. Someone who cannot be bought out or manipulated by the circle, someone who could not be persuaded to report back to Rhysand about our dalliances, someone powerful. 

#eris vanserra x reader #eris x reader #eris vanserra #eris acotar #acotar fanfic

[lou-struck]

Looking Good, Feeling Better

Katsuki Bakugou x reader

~Insecurity strikes just as you are getting ready to go out to dinner with you boyfriend and his friends, luckily today you are not alone.

Genre: hurt/ comfort

WC: 1.3k

Warning: Mention of insecurity about one's appearance, Swearing, trying one clothes,

A/N: This is an issue I have been dealing with for awhile. There were times I felt so silly and out of place getting ready to go somewhere with my friends I would decide not to go last minute. I really wanted to convey these feelings with the reader and try to overcome this through writing.

Some of your best memories come from your nights out with Katsuki and his friends. The group is so chaotically entertaining that you never know what kind of crazy adventures are in store for all of you. 

Tonight is no different. Using her extensive PR connections, Mina managed to get a reservation at the new revolving restaurant downtown for all of you. With their crazy schedules as pro heroes, dinner reservations that everyone is able to attend are hard to come by, making tonight an extremely special one. 

Which brings you to your current predicament. 

The restaurant is far nicer than one you would normally go out to, so the pressure is on to look the part. Katsuki may not give a damn what you look like. But you would hate to make him look bad if you show up underdressed. 

Your closet door is wide open, and dozens of hangers stare back at you. Your mind has drawn a blank. You have absolutely no idea what to wear tonight.

You absentmindedly scan through the rack. Nothing is jumping out as you as suitable for the occasion. With your boyfriend, no doubt, on his way to pick you up, time is of the essence, and you grab a few pieces from the top rack that may be able to work for you.

But each one you try on just feels wrong…

Too warm

Too itchy

Too wrinkled

On a normal day, your clothes don't give you nearly this much trouble, but now, when you actually have to look nice, nothing seems to work for you.

You toss outfit after outfit onto your bed, the pieces sinking into your unmade sheets and covering the soft plushies that are piled along the back wall. Soon enough, most of your closet is piled up on top of your bed, giving you quite the clean-up for later. But the worst thing is you still have no idea what to wear.

A familiar feeling of insecurity washes over you as you begin to pick apart everything that is wrong with what you are wearing.

"Nothing looks right ." You say aloud, tugging at the awkward neckline of your shirt. You used to love this shirt, but today it doesn't fit the way you want it to; everyone who is going will no doubt look perfect; why is it that when you try to do the same, you never seem to look like you belong. 

Maybe you should just save yourself the embarrassment and just stay home tonight?

Taking a deep breath, you scan the room for your cell phone, so you can text your boyfriend with some kind of excuse for why you can't go tonight. 

"Y/n, are you about ready to go?" A voice calls from your doorway, startling you as you spin around to face its owner.

Your gaze lands on the spiky blond head of your boyfriend, who must've let himself in using the key you gave him. Katsuki looks exceptionally handsome in his dark button-down and dress pants; as much as you want to shamelessly ogle him, his stunning appearance only makes you feel more out of place than you already did.

He takes a step into your room, making sure to avoid walking over one of the bags you tossed over there earlier. "Hey, did ya hear what I just asked? Raccoon Eyes said we need to be there soon."

You blink, looking back at your disappointing reflection, unable to hide the frown that tugs at the corners of your lips. "Oh right, sorry, Suki."

"What's the matter with you?" he asks. 

"It's nothing," you respond, the lie coming off your tongue easily after years of practice. "I just don't know if I should go tonight."

"What do you mean you don't know if you should go?" he asks, his eyes boring into you as if your true feelings are spelled out on your forehead. "You've been talkin about this place for months."

"I'm just feeling tired," you say a bit too quickly. Your voice snapping at him for the first time in your relationship.

He doesn't flinch at your tone and steps towards you, his eyes never leaving your own. "You're a bad liar, sweetheart; we both know that."

"It's stupid," you mumble, feeling an embarrassed heat blossom beneath your skin. How petty is it that you don't want to go somewhere because you don't know what to wear?

"It's obviously not that stupid if you're that upset about it." he shrugs. "I'm the explosive one in this relationship, not you."

He knows just what to say to get you to open up, and you find yourself. "Nothing I have looks good enough to wear out," you say softly, hating how childish you sound right now. "I don't look good enough to be out with you. It may not make sense to you, but It makes sense to me."

Even through this insecurity, you know that Bakugo would never think those things about you. But you still worry about it. Your appearance has always been important to you, and you've never truly been satisfied with it. There's always something wrong with it; there's always been something wrong with you. 

The Blond is uncharacteristically quiet as he reflects on your words. There's nothing that he can really do instantly erase years of self-depreciation and insecurity. But letting you vent has to be a pretty good start. 

He sighs, looking at you with soft-hearted affection. It would take a whole dictionary for him to explain just how amazing he thinks you are. But his words can wait; right now, you need something else. 

"You look good, babe," he says softly. Through the mirror, you see him coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around you. 

"You're just saying that," you whisper.

He asks and tightens his grip on you. "Listen up, sweetheart, you know me. I don't just say this shit to say it. I'm always real with you, and If I'm telling you that you look good, I mean it. 

He's right, of course, but you still need a bit of help. "It just doesn't feel right." You sigh, leaning back against his strong frame. 

"I gotcha; let me help you." He chuckles, placing the softest kiss on the top of your head and turning his attention to the pile of clean clothing that has accumulated on your bed. He picks through your clothes with an expert eye-grabbing a few different pieces with his large hands.

"Here, put these on," he says, handing you a combination you haven't tried yet. You take them cautiously and step shyly behind the closet door to change. 

Earlier, when you were trying on clothes, everything felt itchy and uncomfortable, but now, you feel much more at home. You don't feel so out of place anymore. You don't even check the mirror when you are done; these clothes, the ones Katsuki picked out, are the ones you feel comfortable in.

When you step back into his line of sight, you see the satisfied smile on your boyfriend's face. You look great, but if he told you that, would you believe him?

"How's that?" he asks instead. "Do you feel better?

"I do, I feel good." you breathe, feeling a million times better than you had before. "Thank you for helping me; I love you, Katsuki."

The tips of his ears turn a bit pink at your adorable declaration, "I love you too, but we have to get going. Shitty hair will never let me hear the end of it if he beats us to the restaurant." 

Your stomach growls at the prospect of the meal ahead. "Then we better not keep them waiting." you laugh, taking his arm and heading out the door. Leaving the mirror and your insecurity behind you for the time being.

#bnha x reader #my hero academia #bnha #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #katsuki x reader #Katsuki bakugou x reader #x reader #mha

[everythingdenied]

Ross being all excited during your pregnancy, i.e. speaking to the baby, kissing your bump etc, being protective and loving, etc!

i am answering this four months later. ur so welcome for the prompt response girly no need to thank me (i hate myself im so sorry)

The early morning sun broke through the curtains in splintered rays as cascaded onto the unmade bed. it was warm and golden and seeped in like sweet nectar and yet, its warmth was barely comparable to that of his grin as he gazed up at me.

Ross' eyes were lidded and still bleary with sleep as he lay there beside me, the soft sheets pooling around our waists, leaving my bump exposed to the dripping sunlight. He was smiling, probably wider than anyone had ever smiled before at such an early hour, big hands roaming over my stomach, waiting for the little bean growing inside me to kick for him.

"He must be getting shy..." i giggled, fingers tangling in his hair as Ross feigned offence, lips brushing over the stretched skin of my belly. "Had no problem acting like a little Ronaldo when I was tryna get to sleep last night, did you, bean?"

My husband chuckled lowly, lifting his head from where it rested just between the valley of my breasts to grin, his smile practically stretching from ear to ear when our little one responded to my voice, little feet kicking at my stomach. It was nothing either of us hadn't felt before hundreds of times over and yet, in our sleepy states, it felt new; a tender reminder of the life the two of us had created together.

"That's my boy" Ross murmured, almost prideful, drawing a lazy chuckle from my lips. "My sweet, talented boy. Gonna grow up and be a footballer, yeah? Get Daddy a free season ticket, hm?"

At this, I snorted and shook my head affectionately.

"Think you might be getting a bit ahead of yourself, darlin" I teased, cupping his face in my palms, feeling the soft scratch of his beard against my skin. "Maybe wait until he's actually born before you start planning out his entire future..."

Ross said nothing, instead opting to lazily kiss my lips, swallowing my laughter with an amused hum. His hand never left my bump, calloused fingertips languidly tracing the little pink stretch marks that had started to form there. I melted under his touch, sinking back against the soft mattress, content to just lie here forever if it meant he and I got to stay like this.

"Can't wait that long," He mumbled, the longing in his tone palpable. "Just...wanna meet him. Wanna finally have our little family, y'know?"

I nodded, more than sympathetic, and nuzzling into the crook of his neck, engulfing myself in his familiar heady scent as he cradled my bump with one hand, the two of us all smiles when our little man kicked once more.

"Mhm..." I hummed, smiling softly. "I know, lovely. Two more weeks and he'll be here." Ross nodded sleepily, his tall frame now curled up against my body like a koala, having practically attached himself to my person the moment we saw those two pink lines months ago. "Although, if you can't wait that long, i've heard sex is good for speeding up labour..."

Ross breathed out a sleepy laugh, grinning against my skin. "Woman, you are insatiable..."

#ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald #dad!ross

[thedarkivistwrites]

Without a word of warning, Hubert opens the curtains, and sunlight floods the guest bedroom. Against their usual routine, he's already dressed, busying himself with something on the coffee table near the window. Ferdinand sits up on the bed, blinking in confusion until he remembers where they are.

"Remember, you're expected at nine o’clock sharp," Hubert says, pouring tea into a delicate blue teacup painted with daffodils. He doesn't look at Ferdinand, not even when he sets the teapot down.

"Good morning to you too," Ferdinand yawns, stretching. He pulls up the sleeve of the borrowed nightshirt, but it slides down his shoulder again immediately. "There is still time, is there not?"

Hubert crosses the room and hands him the cup. Southern Fruit Blend, his favourite. "There is," he assures him. "Half an hour at least, if I were to guess."

He looks up. "You should have woken me up earlier."

Perhaps he should have, but frankly, Hubert didn't have the heart. Of course, he knows better than to tell him that. And he won't tell him how lovely he looked on the unmade bed either. The bedding in disarray and his - his - Ferdinand nestled in the centre of the bed, bare legs tangled in Hubert's cloak, his face pressed into the mass of black fabric. He didn't even realise he'd smiled at the sight until a moment later.

Right. No need to burden him with all that. "I saw no reason to do so," he says instead. It's true enough.

"What are you planning to do today?" Ferdinand asks while Hubert makes his way to the pile of clothes Ferdinand’s clothes on the chair. "You could come with me - I do not understand why he- why the invitation wasn’t extended to you in the first place."

Hubert runs his fingertips over the smooth fabric, marvelling at the normalcy of it all. It unsettles. "Don't lie to me, Ferdinand. We both know why."

The younger man flushes, and for a few minutes drinks his tea in silence. Finally, Hubert sighs, sits next to him, and presses a quick kiss to his forehead. "I can accompany you if you're worried."

"I would not say worried-"

"You never would, that's the problem," Hubert teases, though something in his stomach squeezes uncomfortably at the words anyway. He looks away quickly, but too late all the same, because Ferdinand throws his legs over his lap and takes one of his hands into both of his own.

"Hubert?"

No response.

"Love?"

Hubert makes a faint, dismissive sound, but the tips of his ears turn pink.

"My love, my darling, my precious shining star-"

"Are you listening to yourself?" the other chokes out, covering his face with his free hand.

Ferdinand rests his head on Hubert's shoulder, drawing little circles on his wrist with his thumbs. "I simply do not understand why he is acting like this when it seems as though he..." He clears his throat so primly Hubert is tempted to remind him what other sounds he was making mere hours ago. In case he forgot. "... is already spoken for." A chuckle. "I wish we had taken Dorothea along, she would know at a glance."

"Which is precisely why I'm glad she stayed back home," Hubert says drily, letting his hand rest on his lover's knee.

"My guess is that they used to be… involved, until something went wrong."

"Yet they still spend time together even when their work does not require it," Ferdinand notes. A fair point, too.

Silence.

"Ferdinand, this doesn't concern us." He hesitates, but then shakes his head. "No, no, you are right." This earns him a raised eyebrow. "I am?" "You heard me." Hubert's hand slides up, fingertips teasing the hem of his nightgown in a deliberately distracted gesture. "Are you telling me that you're not curious? That you can leave this be?"

The other shifts in his seat, his knees parting slightly. "I can... try."

When Hubert's shoulders shake with stifled laughter, he adds indignantly: "You asked me not to lie to you."

At that, Hubert pulls both of his hands away, but still leans in to drop a kiss over what absolutely certainly wasn't the first hint of a pout. "Go get dressed," he whispers against his lips, "he's waiting for you."

#;;fe #ferdibert #can I offer you a little sappy drabble in these trying times

[star2fishmeg]

Helloo 🤗 If it is okay, I want to request an angst to fluff with Nakagoshi x reader who is Yasushi’s sister/best friend :’)) It would be really interesting 🙃 Feel free to ignore it ofc, love you honey and looking forward to read all of your works 🌸💕

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Pairing: Nakagoshi Dai x afab!reader

Summary: Nakagoshi lived in self-pity as the regret of not confessing sooner killed him every day, so much so that even looking at her best friend, Yasushi, became unbearable. But by luck, worlds collide, and unsaid words finally brought closure, even if it was four or so years later

Warnings: reader is Yasushi’s best friend, angst to fluff,Nakagoshi & reader are around 17-18, swearing, Nakagoshi & Yasushi live near each other (not canon)

Authors note: first time writing Nakagoshi pls spare me, thankoo chu! n/n = nickname

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Nakagoshi still listened to the CD from middle school. Songs he could never grow tired of because she specifically chose them for him. He could make a playlist on his Spotify, and he did for when he was out but while laying on his unmade bed in the comfort of his room where hip-hop posters covered the walls and clothes scattered on the floor, he liked his stereo blaring the songs that filled the void. It drowned out the regret of not saying goodbye before he left for Oya High all those years back.

The guilt trapped him every day, weighing him like shackles on his ankles. Even when sitting in a classroom at Oya, surrounded by chaos, fighting and Nakaoka shaking him when he wanted his attention, his head just wasn’t in the place and sulked in the back. Fujio had tried to shimmy it out of him, but even he couldn’t go that deep. Some days the regret just got the better of him.

Even more so whenever he saw Yasushi. He reminded him of her, in both a horrible self-loathing and beautiful memory. They hadn’t brought up much either, Yasushi didn’t want to add salt to a wound and Nakagoshi didn’t want to deepen it. But when they did talk, they kept it on the low. God forbid if Kiyoshi found out, he couldn’t keep his own secrets let alone someone else’s. So, there they were – Yasushi and Dai – sat on the bottom steps of their apartment block (grateful that they were still able to live close to each other after Hope Hill, the others not so lucky) under the sombre light with Coke cans loosely wrapped in their hands.  The night blanketed and streetlamps flickered in the silence.

“Y/n asked about you today.” Yasushi took a sip of his can, keeping his gaze on the street opposite him. It was empty, but cats dug around in the bins which was interesting enough.

Dai nodded, “She good?”

“Yeah,” Yasushi paused, giving Nakagoshi a side eye, “She uh…wants to see you. She’s coming to stay for a bit while she’s on break.” Dai pursed his lips, continuing to give a nod of acknowledgement and taking a sip from his own drink. The boys sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, before Yasushi crushed his can against the concrete step.

“What bothers you so much, man? What happened that’s got you like this? Y/n asks about you all the time, and why you haven’t returned her texts. What did you do?” His voice raised slightly, launching the can across the street, and missing the bin.

“It’s not what I did do, it’s what I didn’t do. I really like her, dude, and instead of just saying so I watched her with some fucker and barely said goodbye when we left. I can’t answer her texts, what the fuck am I supposed to say? Why would she even wanna talk to me anyway…” Dai groaned, running his free hand through his hair and down his face. He couldn’t lie, his shoulders felt lighter finally saying it aloud. Yasushi pursed his lips, never in his life did he imagine Nakagoshi who threw a fist at any opportunity, spilling his heart on a Wednesday night under a barely working porchlight.

“I dunno…but I think she wants to talk something out. Either way, she gets here Friday afternoon, staying at mine,” Yasushi pushed himself up from the step and started to walk up, “So not far if you wanna kidnap her like the crazy bastard you are.” Nakagoshi rolled his eyes at the comment coming from the Yasushi’s mouth, getting up and following him up the stairs.

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The Friday came…and passed and Dai hadn’t left his apartment since leaving school early the Friday. Was he avoiding y/n? Yeah. His dad was out for the weekend and so his personal CD blared through the place freely, donning basketball shorts and a simple tank with damp hair from his morning shower, which made him look like an entirely different guy when it wasn’t so backcombed and frizzy. He bobbed his head to the beat of No Diggity, while pacing around his kitchen/living room with his toothbrush hanging from his lips, cleaning up various items to prevent his dad from yelling at him like last time.

After finishing brushing his teeth, he threw himself onto the sofa and checked his phone.

n/n <3: you still listen to the CD?

Almost choking on his own saliva, he shot up straight and pressed pause on his dad’s hifi stack system next the TV. He was also surprised his dad still owned it, but it came in handy for his collection of old CDs and mixtapes. Stumbling to his front door, he opened it with haste, standing bug-eyed at her figure. She’d matured a lot, her face not childish like he remembered, and she still had the most bliss smile he’d ever felt in his chest. Despite her demeanour, her brain bounced off the walls at how much he’d grown: taller, broader, leaner, face sharper but he still had the same absent expression he always had when he wasn’t ready to brawl.

Nakagoshi stepped aside, letting her in before following her through to his living room where she sat on the sofa, on the left side like she always had done. Hesitantly, he sat next to her, a comfortable distance and turning his body to face hers.

“How have you been, D?” her voice calm, eyes softly connecting with his. His shoulders tensed, hands sweating.

He nodded slowly, “Good, I guess.” They paused, looking in opposite directions at anything around his living room. Dai looked at his lap, fiddling with the drawstrings of his shorts. “n/n- I’m really sorry for not replying, it wasn’t you I…ugh…I was a lot of things. Jealous, guilty, sad and I dunno’, I shouldn’t have disappeared without saying goodbye.”

“It’s okay,” she whispered fondly. Dai’s running thoughts came to a halt. “Let’s both just one at a time, blurt out our side and see where it goes.”

He agreed, and she began.

“When you left and didn’t come see me, I didn’t really know how to feel. I came to find you after school, but my parents told me your family had already moved out Hope Hill and Yasushi didn’t know where you were either. I texted, called but you didn’t answer. But because I knew you, I didn’t believe you’d just abandoned me. I ended up leaving…him…” she gulped, scrunching her face up as if she could bear speak his name, “He turned out to be a dick and tried convincing me that you left because he, and I quote, ‘beat you to it’. We never did anything intimate, by the way. He also told me that you and Yasushi jumped him because he beat you at basketball. He said a lot of…things. I didn’t stop trying to contact you because I really did want to see you and I wasn’t mad. I just wanted to know why you didn’t say goodbye.”

“I didn’t say goodbye because I didn’t want it to be the last time I saw you. I always hoped I’d see you again even if you were married or some shit. I had such a big crush on you and the day you gave me the CD with all the songs I reminded you of, I realised I was so down bad. Yes, I still listen to the CD, I listen to it every day. I dunno, it wasn’t the same without you waking me up every morning.” He paused, running his hands down his face, and taking a deep breath.

His voice dropped, becoming raspy as he removed his hands, eyes flickering between hers and his fingers fiddling with the drawstrings again, “I often think that if I had turned out differently, you would’ve chosen me over him. Watching him make you laugh and come home with us made me so mad, and that time Yasushi and I jumped him? It wasn’t over basketball, he called you the number one fuckable girl. Pissed me off because I’d never dream of thinking that, you’re so much more. And it was shit. The worst part is that I still love you.”

“Why is that the worst part?” her face doleful.

“Because you don’t love me back. And I get it, so no need to pretend or some shit.” His heart raced and wiped his clammy hands on his shorts.

“I still thought about you when I was with him. All the time. So much that I ended it and hoped you’d still have me. I came back to find you because I want to be with you as much as possible. I want to patch your wounds, Dai, I’ve been in love with you ever since you gave me that mixtape. So…will you still have me? As your girlfriend?” The fond smile and glossy eyes made his chest explode and he couldn’t say no, not that he would, his moment had come and days of brooding in his bedroom had come to an end, and he could finally breathe.

“C’mere, pretty girl.” He gave a boyish grin, arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her into his chest into a comfortable (and long-awaited) embrace.

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Abby x GN! Reader

You're the friend that always looks out for everyone. You're reliable, caring, kind, and people know they can come to you for help. You're a shoulder for people to cry on and the person that makes everyone happy with your bright smile. But nobody can see your light slowly dying. Your smile is slowly fading, and the facade has begun to crack.

Tw: mentions of depression

"Yo, Y/N!" Manny smiles as Jordan helps him limp over to you, his leg stretched out with a makeshift splint.

"Holy shit!" You gasp, looking over Manny's leg. "How did this happen?"

"Fell through the floor of some building." Manny chuckles. "You okay with taking my patrol today? The team could really use that pretty smile of yours."

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms as you smile at Manny. "Yeah, I got it." You nod. "When are they heading out?"

"Not for a few hours." Manny replies as Jordan sits him on a bench. Thankfully the infirmary is pretty empty, so you're able to rush around and get what you need to patch up Manny's leg without bumping into anyone. "Remember your pendant this time. There's rookies at the gate."

"I forgot it once." You glare, bandaging Manny's leg with a new splint. "I'm already wearing it."

"That's a shocker." Jordan scoffs, grinning. "How many times did you lose that thing when we were kids?"

"In my defense, jewelry is impractical." You mutter, cleaning up the supplies.

"It is if you have to spend an hour looking for it before every assignment." Jordan says, nudging Manny with a laugh.

"Yeah yeah, laugh it up." You sigh, taking off your apron you wear around the infirmary. "Nora's gonna check on your leg in a bit. Go chill out." You say, writing a note for Nora.

"Thanks, Y/N." Manny says as you leave with a small nod.

Later that day, you find yourself squished between Abby and Leah in the back of a military truck. The two are talking about some book they'd read. Usually, you'd be completely invested in their conversation. Especially since you've always had feelings for Abby and her voice alone could make you melt into a puddle.

But lately, you haven't had much interest in anything. Everything feels so dull. So instead of watching Abby, you stare ahead at the boots of the Firefly seated across from you. His laces were beginning to fray. You jump a little when a hand squeezes your shoulder, head whipping up to look at Abby.

Abby gives you an amused smile. "Sorry." She chuckles. "Just wanted to make sure you were alive." Her smile falters a bit, something flickering in her expression. "You okay?" Her voice is soft. It almost makes you crack. Instead, you nod, putting on your brightest smile.

"I'm good." You assure her, feeling your heart ache at the lie. "Not enough sleep." You laugh.

The patrol is exhausting. And by the time you get back to your small apartment, you're just ready to go to bed. You throw your jacket onto your desk chair, kicking off your shoes before sitting on your unmade bed. Everything feels so numb. Your chest aches like you're being crushed. You lay back, falling into a black hole. It's silence is deafening, your fingertips tingling. Nothing feels okay.

Depression is eating at you, and you've been dealing with it all alone. You can't even cry, too exhausted and too numb. How long can you keep this up? How long can you pretend everything is fine? Everybody thinks of you as a joy; a light in their lives. It would crush them. But... the pressure is crushing you. Can anyone even see you're in pain?

Abby sees it. She has for weeks, but you've lied about it every time she's brought it up. She sees right through you. That's why, when you hear a knock on the door, you're greeted with Abby's worried frown. The frown you hate seeing the most. The frown you wish you could prevent forever. "Hey." She greets quietly, and you're pulled from your dark, cold mind.

"Hey." You reply, forcing a small smile. "What's up?"

"Can I come in?" Abby asks, and her face is serious. Silently, you nod, stepping out of the way. You close the door as Abby sits on your bed, suddenly feeling anxious. She looks at you as if she's studying you, trying to find something you're unsure of.

"Abby?" You frown, sitting beside her. "Is something wrong?"

"You tell me." Abby suggests softly, and suddenly you're swallowing a lump in your throat. "Don't lie, Y/N. I can see something's hurting you." Her voice isn't confrontational at all. In fact, it's soothing, almost pleading. In the blink of an eye, you find yourself crying silently. Abby's eyes fill with worry as she reaches over, squeezing your shoulders gently. "What's wrong?" She asks. "Do you wanna talk about it?" She allows you the option to stay quiet, silently begging that you won't. That you'll let her in.

"I'm just so tired." You admit with a choked sob. You wrap your arms around Abby tightly, crying into her shoulder. "I hate everything!" You continue, voice muffled by the soft cotton of her tee shirt. "I try so hard to make everyone happy! To keep everyone safe! And it's never enough!"

Abby wraps her arms around you, letting you talk, letting you be heard. She lets you cry for what feels like hours. That powerful, overwhelming cry that had been building for so long, swallowing you whole.

After a while, your cries go quiet, and the sobs turn to sniffles. Abby rubs your back, letting you calm down. "You are doing more than enough." She whispers. "I promise. You are not responsible for making everyone happy all the time, okay?" She rocks the two of you side to side gently. "You do not have to take care of everyone."

"Thank you." You whisper, closing your eyes. "I'm sorry I ruined your shirt."

"You didn't ruin it." Abby laughed softly. "It's just a little wet spot." You pull away, looking at Abby. "You're exhausted, aren't you?" She asked with a small smile.

"Yeah." You nod. "I have been for a really long time." You admit with a sigh.

"Get some sleep, okay? We'll talk more later." Abby says.

"Will you stay?" You ask hesitantly.

Abby looks surprised for a moment, before a smile appears on her face. "Of course." She nods.

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Quan Chi x Reader part 2 electric boogaloo

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When you awake to your own bed, it takes you a moment to realise that you were alone, you hadn't even realized you had fallen asleep. Quan Chi wasn't there, sitting with you or holding you like you had thought. Quan Chi must have had somewhere better to be and left so as to not disturb your rest. You guess it had been hours but who would tell time without a clock near you? You hear rapid knocking on your door followed by muffled voices, as your eyes fight open, forcing sleep from them as you roll from your position and begin to shuffle to the entrance. As soon as the wood swung ajar and you opened an eye a fraction a sound came from the floor, "Where have you been! I've been worried sick little mage!" Fujin just about crushed you in a tight hug his voice high and shrill in a yell, he sounds relieved and desperate, and you have never seen him this tense.

"Wha?" Is the most intelligent sound you manage to make in the early awakening.

"It's past dinner, where have you been all day?!" The loud concerned god snapped loudly, holding you, not in a very comfortable position at all.

"Took a long nap," you yawn as Fujin checks you for a fever like a worried hen.

"A day?" he blinks and narrows his eyes as you wiggle and try to remove yourself from his grip.

"I was tired and stressed from the Quan Chi situation," you stretch and look down noticing he still hadn't let go. You pat his arm gently and Fujin looks at you sympathetically, loosening the grip but not releasing you fully.

"Understandable, still no one's seen him today and it's not good to just drop out and not tell anyone." His parental tone is evident to your half-awake brain.

"I know I'm sorry Dad," you joke lightly trying to reassure him you are alright, even with his squinting eyes scanning you like he didn't believe your lies. As they flick into your room not missing that it's empty of all the gift boxes Quan Chi had left. You smile at him.

"See? Everything is fine," the winds swirl and a large gust blows the door ajar showing an empty bed, Fujin glares suspiciously.

"Where are all the gifts from him, (y/n)," Fujin's voice sounded horrified that the gifts were just gone. You know you can't lie to him, not easily. The man was like a father to you he knew everything about you.

"Why don't we sit down and talk." You say with a sigh. Fujin stares for a minute, before walking into your room and sitting on your unmade bed. You sit next to him and sigh before you tell him everything, watching how his face grows angry and horrified in some moments. By the end of explaining everything to him, he leaned forward his face in his hands. The wind picked up and you knew what was coming, Fujin stood and turned to you, the breeze raging and swirling in his fury as he did.

"Did he ever give you consent before taking liberties, did he ever force himself onto you," Fujin asked quickly his eyes frantic, terrified his little baby was being manipulated or used somehow.

"No, no if anything I have to initiate affection, and he gives me the option to not respond he respects my wishes every time...well as far as I've seen." Fujin's tension lessens some as you describe the odd and complicated relationship between you, knowing he was letting his fear cloud his judgment and for that, he was ashamed. But you both know he will always have doubt and be ready to fight tooth and nail to protect you from Quan Chi. He just doesn't understand, no he refused to accept how happy the sorcerer had made you, or that you were falling for Quan Chi. It makes him want to scream, rip apart the sorcerer piece by piece and banish him from the realms. That would have made him a happy and protective god, but you had your own wishes, you are a free person to choose for yourself, even if he hates your decision he will support you to the best he can.

"So the relationship is entirely consensual, despite how bad and sinful it is for him to court you?" He questions with a shaky breath, Fujin already knew the answer, he could tell. Your eyes sparkle in a way he's never seen before.

"...Yes, it is," you smile lovingly when you talk about him, and Fujin can't stand it he wants so badly to drag you away to a safer environment, and you seem so genuinely smitten by him despite it being wrong. It was the eyes of someone who felt more for Quan Chi than simple attraction, or like, lust or adoration. The deep longing and bond were all there, the love was there too and that terrifies him. You wouldn't give into an illusion of affection, a quick infatuation of an evil being like him, he was going to have to accept it sooner or later. Fujin needed time to process what his adoptive child had just told him. You place your hand on his shoulder offering him comfort,

"I know this is already a lot to take in but, would you not tell Raiden about this?" Your question comes out cautiously. Both of you knew how enraged Raiden would be at this. How likely he would act rashly only to regret it in the end.

"Please, he's such a hot head, I'm not worried about Quan Chi I'm worried Raiden will do something." You admit sadly Fujin nodding along with a look of understanding.

"Yes, I know little mage," he assured, patting your hair with a grin.

"You swear to keep the secret to yourself for now, right?" The earnest, trusting look in your eyes burns his heart, as he agrees quietly. He wishes he could save you from yourself and the horrible, evil, fiend, that was courting you.

"I don't know what you see in him," Fujin spoke dryly, the atmosphere relaxed at the joking nature that was evident as Fujin rolled his eyes.

"Not the point and not the topic," you bark with a chuckle, glad you both have a strong relationship of respect.

Fujin looks around your room seeing how sneakily you had hidden many of the gifts Quan Chi had given you and chuckles a bit, despite everything else the thought of Quan Chi, the once cold ruthless servant, had changed for a mere mortal was comical. A quiet moment is shared between you as he watches you start to organize some of the small pieces, the affection for your silly actions not hidden. It was so odd to have such a proud sorcerer, who was once so fearsome, falling for a mere human.

"How will you survive if you do decide to enter into a serious commitment together? His lifespan will likely outlast you if you don't die of old age." Fujin knew it was a harsh fact, but a conversation needed to be had. Quan Chi was hundreds if not thousands of years old and could likely live till the end of days just to spite Raiden and the Elder Gods.

"I haven't thought that far ahead, it's far too early to think about my mortality and him." You were getting flustered as you began to pile and organize the numerous trinkets in front of you.

"You're too good for him." Fujin sighs as he kneels and picks up a tiny wooden carving in his hand.

"I know." You say in a small whisper.

"Raiden would have a stroke hearing this. Would send him into a righteous frenzy I'd have to worry about the outcome of a battle between them." He sighed knowing the risk the secrets being held had, that eventually you'd have to break the truth and live the consequences.

"They would both survive just to spite one another for years, I just know it." you chuckle, smiling nervously at the idea.

"You wouldn't need to worry about that," Fujin informed you plainly.

"Both of you need the drama. Especially, now that everything is settled. You and I both know you love juicy drama and gossip as long as I've known you," you chuckle. Fujin wasn't one to argue with facts. He would agree Raiden and Quan Chi always fought just because. It's nice that you feel you can come talk to him. But he can't get over how in the wrong this is. His mouth went dry the more he tried to speak, the words were trapped, and not what they should be. There was nothing that could be said that hadn't been said now or in the past. So instead he embraced you in a hug, he doesn't know if what is going on between you two will last, but he's not going to stop trying to remind you how loved you were.

"Whatever it is that you are going through right now. No matter who you are choosing to love or spend time with, no matter the gender. You have my support, so long as no one harms you. So, I will keep my lips sealed. I am proud of your growth and the courage it took you to express yourself. And don't worry about Raiden, I'll do everything I can to not let him know." Fujin sounded genuinely reassuring. He was your parent and in a way had become attached, and he would do all he could to protect you and love you unconditionally. Even if he doesn't feel that Quan Chi deserves you, if he is to have your affection Fujin must at least pretend he trusts his child to make their own choices, but there is no way he can put aside how his entire body wants to explode at the very idea of a romantic connection between you and Quan Chi. It still turns his blood cold and stomach into knots. The relationship itself was an entire grey zone. But trust is important to the family unit Fujin was determined to work through this. But the future seemed so unclear, he didn't even know if you wanted a physical and sexual connection to Quan Chi, the mere image conjuring his eyes with a thousand emotions, his mind becoming overwhelmed with disgust. He needed to calm down. "But, can you at least be careful, please?"

"I am always careful, Dad," you promised solemnly, using that term as a trump card to console him. The chuckle that left the god was forced but genuine and seemed to soothe the last bit of tension the conversation left behind.

"Alright, I suppose I can accept this arrangement. I'll trust your judgment, so long as you don't feel coerced into it," Fujin squeezed your arm with a warm smile. You couldn't help but smile warmly up at him as he began to head to your bedroom door to return to whatever else he had been doing that day. Before he left he looked back with a somewhat stern expression, his grey eyes not a shade off your own locking on you.

"Just make sure he treats you right or I'll come after him myself. All jokes aside if I find any indication Quan Chi is mistreating you, I will not hold back." His tone was serious and the way his eyes were narrow with anger made a shiver run down your spine.

"I know Fujin, I know," you say quietly knowing that all hell would rain down on Quan Chi from both Fujin and Raiden, as well as most of the other gods, should this information ever be revealed.

"And try and take some time for your friends today. They are all stressed that Shao is invoking the Mortal Kombat tournament...Again," Fujin says an exhausted sigh leaving him.

"I'll do that right now actually!" You decide to leave immediately hoping you won't bump into Raiden.

As he walks out, you call after him, "Fujin! You aren't upset with me, right?" You ask softly. Fujin smiles sadly before saying in a low voice.

"It isn't my business to be, even if you deserve so much better." You hugged Fujin.

"You really are my dad, Fujin." You reply in a joking tone with a dramatic eye roll at his sincerity.

"Don't patronize me," Fujin grumbled dryly, giving you a tight squeeze with an added hair ruffle for the insult. Before letting go and shutting your door behind the two of you, you quickly speed down the halls knowing that Earthrealms champions would be gathering at the temple's entrance. Arriving, your assumption proved true as Kung Lao, Liu Kang, Sonya, Jax, Cassie, Johnny, and the rest of their champions gather, speaking about how annoying it is to see Shao Kahn still trying to have a monarchy over Outworld and destroy Earthrealm. The debate was almost more of a venting session to let off steam rather than actually doing anything about it. You feel Liu Kang and Kung Lao's eyes on you as soon as you appear in the clearing, taking a seat on the temple's large stairs with them.

"Where have you been, (y/n)! We're all so concerned," the Shaolin monks ask as their eyes catch on that damned necklace that Quan Chi gifted you, around your neck.

"I'm fine, just sleeping for a while. You guys ready for the tournament coming up?" you try to steer the conversation elsewhere.

"Always ready to show him, I can fight," Kung Lao boasts flexing his biceps and making you giggle lightly, he could always cheer you up, no matter the circumstances, with that silly cocky attitude.

"We are," Liu Kang spoke with determination.

"Why are you wearing that?" Kung Lao asks in a harsh whisper, not wanting the others to worry about the gift from Quan Chi. You scoff and sit next to him, hoping not to cause any panic.

"Oh, I hadn't realized I was wearing it. I mean it is pretty, and it feels nice." You shrug. Liu Kang blinks in surprise.

"Do you have feelings for him?" He questions in a small concerned tone, the brown in his eyes begging and pleading for you to tell him no. You tense and just give him a tense smile back.

"He did not, did he?" Liu Kang almost sounds scandalized by the thought.

"He's alright," you manage to speak as the three of you keep hushed and Kung Lao keeps a sharp eye on those closest to you both, ensuring none of the older soldiers could overhear.

"No, no that monster isn't okay," Liu Kang rebutted.

"Calm down, it was a harmless joke." You lied in a quiet tone, staring daggers at him to shut it.

"Harmless?!" Liu Kang shot back, only to hear Kung Lao shush him as he chuckled darkly in disgust.

"Look I'm wearing it to mock him if he's at the tournament!" You say quickly, lying straight to their faces.

"That makes more sense," Kung Lao remarked. You realize quickly you don't have a plan for what you're going to do when Quan Chi does appear. That necklace was the first gift he had given you along with the first of his hundreds of letters and other gifts, all of which were still stored in your bedroom for Raiden's sanity.

"It isn't a joke, though, is it." The man remarks, watching you closely.

"That is such a loaded question," You remark avoiding his eyes, praying the question would get swept under the rug with his lack of persistence to find out the answer.

"It's not like we don't want you happy, but we must question. Is it safe to even entertain a thought of friendship let alone romantic thoughts with an evil sorcerer who tried to kill us all over and over again," Liu Kang pointed out in a level tone.

"That wasn't fair at all," Kung Lao retorts in your place. "Give her some space. Do not provoke Quan Chi. Or he'll steal her away," Kung Lao jokes, trying to tease you and ease the tension. He chuckles a bit as you hide your face in embarrassment.

"Stop, no. It's nothing, I'm not sure what to think yet, Kung Lao" you deny, rolling your eyes as his arm slings around your shoulders. "Just. Whatever happens at the tournament. Well. Yeah." The conversation goes on in a light and enjoyable tone. A sense of friendship and calm. They all enjoyed being near the calmness of the temple, especially after a moment like this.

...

As the time arrives for the first battle of Mortal Kombat, your stomach ties into knots. You can feel Raiden's eyes on you even while the champions fight, you feel a cold sweat wanting to form, you know he can see that damned necklace on you.

"Why are you wearing that, little mage?" Raiden's voice comes out in a very concerned tone. You swallow the lump in your throat before speaking.

"I'm wearing it to mock him, show him that I'll do nothing but mock him at every step. Besides, I got it ages ago, and it feels good." You attempt a lie, rubbing the back of your neck nervously, you pray it's enough to dissuade Raiden from prying further into it. His eyes stay locked onto it.

"Don't go, stay here please, or go to your room at the very least," Raiden ordered, knowing what this meant to Quan Chi. That look in his eyes, they were on fire for revenge.

"Raiden, I'm fine really. I promise you I know what I am doing. I haven't forgotten a damn thing, he's done. Trust me on this," you speak truthfully.

"You did seem less burdened recently. It is something you might be able to hold over his head," he mumbled, mulling over the thoughts.

"Besides, do you really want him focusing on me, in particular? Let him think I've fallen for it and underestimate the fighters he'll be facing. It might give us an upper hand," you insist.

"...Very well...Fine." He mutters quietly, unable to disprove the logic, despite him not approving of the plan. It was hard to refuse because you had made an excellent point. You smile brightly up at him, as his attention is caught by the fight. You glance over your shoulder, and his eyes seem to stare through you. Quan Chi is staring straight ahead, leaning against one of the many stone walls that surround the arena, keeping an eye on the fighters. Raiden returns to Fujin and Liu Kang's side watching the fight, not watching you sneak off to bug Quan Chi. As the next set of fighters is announced, your focus is interrupted, you know you won't be called to fight due to being Fujin's adopted child. Raiden tends to pull any of the punches should he fear one would be too difficult or dangerous for you to deal with. This did leave you open to distract the sorcerer that you had a strange relationship with. Not hesitating any longer you walk over to where he's stood against the wall, leaning beside him, hidden from everyone's view behind one of the pillars.

"I'm surprised I woke up and you were gone, Quan Chi," you say in a casual tone. His body immediately relaxes a smirk curling on his face, his eyes not leaving the fight.

"I needed to practice controlling my strength, mustn't destroy you by accident," his words had an upset and disappointed tone in them, it wasn't pointed towards you though, but more towards himself.

"Not even going to look at me in fear I'll shatter into nothing but sharps?" You tease in an overly dramatic voice, poking fun at his nervousness when it came to his affections. You heard him laugh at that comment and felt your chest flutter slightly in glee.

"I missed you," Quan Chi says not looking at you, hiding the emotions coursing through him. His mind wanders to memories of your lips and body. Memories that make him excited just to think of them, let alone be next to you.

"Is that so? Good to hear. Unfortunately, you haven't even looked at me yet," you let out a dramatic sigh as the necklace catches the light just right to shine into his eye. Quan Chi finally turns his head to look at you properly. And you get to stare up into those handsome and scary eyes. Those crimson orbs send shivers through your body. His eyes move between yours and the necklace, and his mouth parts at the sight. His expression gives away the whirlwind of emotions within his heart. Those eyes were completely taken by your form.

"Finally," you break the silence. "I was worried I'd have to wait the entire tournament to see your dumb handsome face," you smirked playfully. You noticed Quan Chi blush at that compliment, hearing you admit his face was handsome was definitely pleasing to him, as much of a smile as you'd ever get.

"Forgive me, it appears I needed the moment to take in your beauty. Even dressed like that you manage to put me in a trance. How in the realms do you manage it, Y/N?" He chuckles at himself for staring at you so much. He couldn't help but stare at your neck, dressed in the necklace he had given you to show how hard he'd work to have your affection. Something about you wearing something from him gave him a great boost to his ego and pride, the idea of being accepted by you was so amazing to the sorcerer. To think the sorcerer could truly make himself useful to you one day had his chest soaring, it was a moment that made his cheeks darken ever so slightly. It wasn't exactly embarrassment, though his throat had run dry, he couldn't muster the proper response his mind was going too fast and slow at the same time to comprehend.

"So, does this necklace look good on me?" You ask, obviously fishing for his attention and affection. Your eyes look up into his and suddenly you're breathless at the proximity of the two of you. His gaze looks across your face, before landing on your lips. You can tell he wants to kiss you, he is desperate for a simple press of your lips, for any sort of affection, anything that says you aren't regretting the closeness, the intimacy the two of you are beginning to form. But his expression turns into an annoyed and stressed scowl at the lack of reply. Your face contorted into an innocent and playful smile, a perfect combination to taunt him. He still wouldn't kiss you even when given the invitation and permission. His restraint was surprising, though the possibility he'd kiss you with so many gods and people around had always been low. Though it's exactly in his nature, still, this seemed to make him feel unsure of how to advance, he just wasn't sure enough about what you wanted. Not until your words had his cheeks tinting at your soft-spoken tone.

"God, you really do need help when it comes to taking hints." you laugh at his flustered behaviour. He swallowed the lump in his throat. His words come out without thought, all in response to the fact he desperately wanted to kiss you.

"Can I?.." he cuts off his sentence and gives an annoyed click of his tongue. His head moved on a swivel to make sure you two wouldn't be seen. "Be clear here, Y/n. Do you want me to kiss you?" It sounds a bit harsh, he didn't mean it that way.

"Yes, you silly fool. If I didn't, I wouldn't wear your gift to tease you," you jest. It takes all his strength and nerves to not look around as his thumb softly runs across your cheek.

"Do not tease me, I just want you," he mutters before leaning down and kissing you. This kiss isn't full of lust like some others were. It was passion, longing and desire, yes. But you could tell he was doing this not out of lust. Out of deep appreciation, affection and love. How wonderful it must feel to receive love, is a sentiment held strongly in his head and actions. How absolutely marvellous, he couldn't be more ecstatic about giving affection. Kissing you was everything to him. To share this tender moment with you, even with him still hesitant, was amazing. These were moments the sorcerer wished could last forever. He wasn't sure how to express the affection and appreciation you had shown him, a moment with the most special person in his life. After pulling apart his face looked tired but the small and smug smirk you held. You had done so much for the sorcerer without even knowing. Just showing him a bit of affection had completely broken down any of his outer walls. He now fully opened himself to you, the look on your face when he pulled away showed happiness and genuine love.

"Now, what's the real reason you wore that necklace?" He spoke softly not a hint of venom in his tone, his eyes didn't show anger or pain just a desire for understanding.

"Because you gave it to me," you reply a heartfelt smile on your face and a light giggle in your voice as your hand cupped his cheek in a gentle loving gesture. Quan Chi chuckles at that, a soft smile curls on his face, and you catch him in a gentle yet loving hug. His forehead presses against your own and his fingers gently brush your hair back.

"That can't be the only reason, tell me?" The sorcerer presses. His arms wrap around your back and pull you closer into an embrace, his body heat pouring onto you.

"That is the real reason," you urge gently as you nuzzle your nose against his.

"I can't accept that as the reason, please? Tell me the full truth," he insists and you smirk softly.

"You just can't accept I genuinely like one of the many gifts you gave me," you laugh a bit, which Quan Chi follows with his deep and throaty chuckle. You relish in the fact you are now allowed to openly touch and hug him. "It's a nice reminder of you. Cold to the touch but beautiful nonetheless. Just like you." You tease. "That, and I have another motive." You mumble and watch as a scowl forms on his face.

"And that would be?" his tone is sharp as a dagger at the new implication you have been hiding things from him.

"Teasing you, when you know you can't come near me. Like when I'm with Raiden and Fujin, or when I'm with Earthrealms champions, or when I'm speaking with Kotal and his champions." You admit, the smirk on his face proves his amusement, however, his gaze remains nervous for the moment, unsure if that is your genuine answer.

"I think it'll be fun to watch you squirm when another man speaks to me, specifically the men you hate," you giggle as you press a couple of kisses to his face, and eventually his lips. Quan Chi growled playfully at the mention of his past victims but otherwise didn't respond with any form of aggression.

"You'll notice that I will have very little self-restraint to not kill them if they are inappropriate around you," his grip tightening ever so slightly to emphasize that.

"You and Raiden both," you chuckle as you see that jealous side of him begin to come forward, which sends butterflies to your stomach. "I'll do my best, besides. You could stand to be a bit jealous." Your hand held his tightly, refusing to let go. The jealous gleam in his eyes and the curl in his upper lip brought a spark of happiness within you. "Perhaps my second intention will be watching you struggle not to kill them, that or having an excuse to mock and tease you," you let the joke roll off your tongue without a second thought, before giving him a few more kisses to try and distract the man.

"Just how did I let you take my heart, hmm?" Quan Chi hummed against your ear. He held you close in an affectionate hug. A long quiet moment passes. Neither one of you move, nor break the hold.

"If only you hadn't worn the necklace to my surprise. Now, I am suspicious that this isn't a scheme to manipulate me," the man thinks aloud, trying to determine the intent behind your action.

"You're the scheming manipulator out of the two of us," you giggle as your palm brushes his back feeling the muscles shudder under your touch.

"Well... yes," he stumbles with the word a bit, biting his lip for a moment, fighting the urge to steal your breath in longing kisses. "I was convinced you hated me, yet you still wore a present of mine, Y/n, to spite me," he quickly recovered.

"Who said I hate you still? You've slept in my bed, shared my embrace, shared more than a few kisses, and even patched up my lip," your breath hits the shell of his ear as you speak. He is speechless for a moment and not only from your proximity and the sensation of your touch. His chest feels like it will burst at any moment at this news, happiness pours over his features and it looks strange seeing his normally smug or neutral face, morph into an expression full of love like a lovesick puppy. His hands grip yours tightly. You can't help but giggle at this expression you've never before on his face. "Admittedly, I do not know why I find you attractive and alluring, especially with how different we are," the heat in his ears is obvious from the red tint, especially at the slight insult of him being older compared to you by a few centuries at least. His cheeks only managed to heat more at the fact his pride had taken that blow and seemed to want to convince himself you were serious. "I care for you. Very much." That sent his heart and mind reading, a faint smile resting on his lips as his pride recovered from the previous comments.

"Now you've surprised me with that honesty, my little mage." The man's laughter sounded genuine and like heaven to your ears. That deep yet silky and calming tone was a melody you wished to have sung into your ears.

"Was this really the level of surprise you were hoping to see in me, (y/n), after your little tricks?" His thumb grazed your lower lip, "did you wish to see me crumble at such a display?"

"Not intentionally, but it is a nice side-effect to being honest, I'll have to keep it in mind," you can't help the words tumble out with a faint laugh at his comment. He was quick to regain composure, a cheeky smirk curling on his face.

"Tch. You wound my poor pride so."

"It's good for you," your snarky response got a very mild offended look from him, it was more amusement than offended. He huffed out a laugh and rolled his eyes.

"Cheeky mage," he narrows his eyes at you playfully. You laugh and bring his face in for a kiss, his pride quickly falling apart. His breathing is softer and calmer, like a warm blanket comforting the two of you, and his shoulders relax. Every few minutes the fight plays in his mind and he watches like a hawk, ever vigilant of his surroundings. You gently pull away from him before speaking,

"I should get back to Fujin and the others before someone gets suspicious." You chuckle out. His breath comes out in a small, quiet chuckle and it sends sparks across your skin.

"I'll see you later?" You ask softly as your hands brush over his cheek, running from his shoulder and down his chest, memorising every crease and ridge with your fingertips, finding his heartbeat to feel its erratic yet strangely soothing beat.

"Of course, love," Quan Chi promises, knowing deep inside that he'd keep the promise. He felt a certain spark that he was in need to fulfil that promise, like you would cease to exist without him by your side, a moment alone was no longer appealing or satisfying without you. You smile up at him as you walk away from him and go back to where everyone was. When you return you are instantly snatched into an embrace, Fujin.

"Where did you go?!" Fujin says very worried his eyes glance over you making sure you're uninjured, and his eyes linger on the necklace. His face slowly changes to a knowing one, displeased to know exactly where you went and who you were with. A sigh leaves him as he smiles before leading you back to the Earthrealm champions. Raiden immediately asks the same questions when he returns.

"Are you harmed, Y/n?" Fujin is quick to inform his brother, but he chooses to dismiss the idea of Quan Chi even being around you, knowing he'd react angrily. You reassure Raiden and he leaves you be once assured you are unharmed. Fujin gently grips your upper arm and guides you back to Earthrealms viewing stands.

"Careful, I don't trust Shao to have someone attack you outside of their fights," you look over to Fujin and give him a simple smile, he clearly worries about your safety a lot. You find a space between Jax and Erron. The gunman takes note of your necklace and his curiosity seems peaked before speaking.

"You know wearing those makes you a target for murder," his words are in a soft and concerned tone as his hand wraps over your shoulder, his eyes examining the silver.

"Yes, I do know that Erron. But I have plenty of allies ready to help me if needed," your response is soft and happy before hearing Erron click his tongue.

"Darlin', even so it's not safe. And I doubt you got that from here. Considering all the warriors-" his words stop as Kotal comes up behind the two of you a hand on each of your shoulders as his arms hold each other over your forms. He wears a wide grin as he interrupts the Earthrealmers. You lean back and crane your up revealing your neck and throat, a warm smile before you greet the Kahn.

"Good to see you again Kotal Kahn, may I ask what brings you this way?" His fingers press a bit harder to your shoulders and you take that moment to rest your head on his chest, leaning into the side of your head on his strong bicep. You can feel Quan Chi's eyes burning a hole into where your head makes contact with Kotal's arm. Kotal's warm laugh shakes the air around him before he pulls back, leaving his hand on your shoulder.

"What do you believe brings me to your side?" you smirk, shaking your head lightly, as you look over to Jax for his input, receiving only a playful eye-roll.

"My lovely commentary?" You joke and the Kahn laughs loudly and heartily, giving a curt nod in response. You see Kotal's eyes on your neck around your collarbone, as his eyes squint slightly and the necklace shines brightly into his eyes. A small grunt before Kotal addresses the men on either side of you.

"May we have a moment?" It wasn't exactly phrased as a question. Jax shrugs in response, not caring for you spending time with Kotal. Erron's face is set in a stern line, unhappy and tense with Kotal being around you and how comfortable you seem to be to use sarcasm and joke with the Kahn. He simply stood up and walked away to where Takeda and Kuai stood with Kung Lao.

"Speak your peace, Kotal." He nods slowly, knowing full well the eyes of Quan Chi were pinned and locked onto his hand on your shoulder and your head on his other arm. A laugh slips past his lips, as he moves to sit next to you his hand still on your shoulder. He sits with his legs spread wide like always, his knee pressing against yours fully.

"Do I have you and Earthrealm's support should a war break out between Shao and I?" It's a rather casual question, he speaks in a whisper and holds an intimidating smirk, confident and teasing as always. You feel a bit trapped though, because Kotal, despite not showing outward discomfort. But is holding in his emotions over the kink he feels from your legs pressing so closely to his and how casually your head lies on his arm.

"Don't be ridiculous," you breathe out with a low laugh, smiling at the Outworld Kahn as he rests his arm around your shoulders.

"You will have our support, if it comes down to a war between you and him," you confirm, as your feet brush along the floor you sit back and let yourself enjoy the moment, even though you can hear a quiet growl of annoyance. "After all, Outworld has been growing stronger since your rein, and more open to other realms and their people. It has created a lot of strong bonds over the years with our realms, but it could only be enhanced and benefited by helping each other in times of need." You smile genuinely at him and pat his exposed thigh in a friendly jesting manner. He seems to perk up at the light touch, squeezing you closer as a silent sign of appreciation.

"Glad to hear of your alliance with Outworld, it will surely make both our worlds stronger," Kotal seemed happy, so pleased with the answers given he nodded as he spoke, not wanting to upset you or scare you away. You lay your hand back down and watch the next fights continue. Kotal and you have a small talk here and there and discuss the fighting techniques used by the fighters. From time to time Kotal laughs heartily which has some curious heads turn towards him. The chatter becomes louder as some are drawn towards his booming laughter and try to overhear your conversations, along with some jealous glares from a certain sorcerer.

The day carries on until it's near the final fights for the first day of the tournament. Kotal got up to go greet his lovely lady Jade who had finished her round victoriously. You stay and watch as the next fight starts, letting Kotal and Jade have their moment in peace. It was then you felt an unwelcome finger brush your left ear, twitching you trying to shy away. Until a second time that finger runs up the cartilage and you almost shove the larger hand away. You send a mean glare towards the offending hand, seeing its owner to be Kano. You feel violated and disgusted, his eye undresses you shamelessly, He keeps looking at the necklace. He smells like piss and BO.

"That's a gorgeous necklace you got there darlin'," he leers over you as his hand gabs your thigh. You lean away instinctively, uncomfortable by his mere presence alone.

"Back. Off," a warning growl leaves your lips at his brazen touching. "I do not desire to make an acquaintance of you Kano. So, remove. Your. Hand. If you value it." He is seemingly unphased as his hand continues to travel up your inner thigh.

"If I touch ya? What's the worst you'll do? Turn me into a frog and feed me to a lizard?" His grip tightens, digging his fingers into your leg. You grit your teeth, letting an icy gaze look back to his cold eye. You huff, attempting to twist out of his grip, to no avail.

"Gonna call your guard dogs Raiden and Fujin? Loved to watch 'em cry, when I cut your pretty little throat for screamin'," his sinister chuckle, causes the hairs on the back of your neck and on the top of your head to stand up. Your blood feels frozen, you always hated Kano...No hated is too kind a word to describe your disgust of the man, loathe is the only suitable word. Even with all of your training, Kano could easily overpower you. In the few run-ins you've had with him, he's always won. He's never been this direct with his disgusting behaviour before.

"I'd be a shame for me to let ya sit all by yourself," his face inches close to yours, hot stinking breath forcing you to breathe through your mouth. His one-eyed glance undresses every fibre of clothing on you as if he's already picturing you naked, and in a bed, at his mercy. You want to vomit, he found you alone after Kotal left to see his partner. He planned to get you alone and it made you sick. Your stomach lurches, anger, and repulsion, coiling like a snake under your skin, tainting every good thought or feeling with its dark poison. His hand crept further up your thigh.

"Come on gorgeous why don't you smile for me and say you're glad I sat with ya," His lips stretch into a wide malicious smile as his tongue slowly slithers over his lip. You spit right into his eye. He lets out a pained yelp, the glob of your saliva rolling down his cheek before he growls darkly. You used the moment to stand up and make space between the two of you. You keep your eyes on him as you keep backing away, hoping anyone will step in and help. Kano's bigger, taller, and stronger than you. You know how and when to pick fights and he's one you never like to have.

He wipes the spittle from his eye, taking slow long and dangerous steps toward you, a devious glint in his eye, his hand moves towards his boe knife. His grin was vile, cruel. He licked his lip.

"I love 'em feisty," His voice is thick with arousal at your fear. Your hands come up to shield yourself, ready to call a lightning bolt to help when suddenly a white-skinned hand clenches down on his wrist, tight enough his bones grind together, cracking audibly. His blade never unsheathing from its place, caught in a tight painful grip. A deep guttural growl sounds into the air and your breath stops.

Quan Chi holds him by the wrist in an ironclad grip, his eyes burning like hellfire. His nostrils flaring, trying to stop his temper from striking out, wanting to spare you from seeing the violent wrath within him. You've seen it already, but only very rarely and it frightened you, watching him massacre his enemies is different to watching him kill an enemy for you. It was exhilarating, your hands trembled in a mix of fear and disgust. Quan Chi tucks you behind himself as he lets Kano go with a harsh shove, snarling as his body places itself firmly between you and the mercenary.

"Go. Before I rip your limbs off with my bare hands," it sounded like a purr and a growl mixing together in an animalistic threat, dripping with rage. He was terrifying, more terrifying than Shang Tsung's flesh pits ever could be.

"Tch, come on pal, I was just being friendly," the gruff voice had lost all traces of amusement, now Kano feared for his own hide and with good reason, Quan Chi was angrier than either you or the pile of filth have ever seen. His chest heaves with each breath, his nostrils are flared, his eyes hold a violent hate-filled fire, his face is scrunched in pure bloodlust-filled rage and his ash white skin is red. It looked wrong on his usually composed face, it made you shiver, you could feel the anger-filled heat radiating off of his body, his fist trembling as he held back from going straight for his throat.

"C'mon Quan Chi- mate we was just- well ya see we-" Quan Chi takes another step forward, his arms uncrossed and his stance becomes broader as his legs move forward and back.

"WATCH YOUR TONGUE MERCENARY," you jump back at his harsh loud tone, he's so angry.

"Unless you desire it plucked out," his hands are balled tightly in fists, his muscles bulging with restraint, ready to snap. Kano gulps, his hand slipping to grab his sword, knowing Quan Chi and his history with cutting tongues.

"I-well-see- mate- ya- y'know what?" He throws his hands up defensively and his lips stretch wide as a scared grin takes residence, Kano's eye looks at you in fear as if begging you to 'call off your guard dog,' a guttural growl leaves Quan Chi's throat when Kano's eye stays on you for more than a millisecond.

"Do. Not. Look. At. Them." The seething venom in the sorcerer's words is potent, you feel uneasy from hearing the malice in his voice, it's unlike anything you've ever heard.

"H-hey, let's not do this mate, don't get involved," Kano's eyes scan the crowds to try and catch sight of Kabal. Quan Chi shoves his palm on the other's nose and snarls loudly and furiously, stopping Kano dead.

"I said- D o n o t," his eyes spark angrily, with such violent hate they could rival Sindel's deadly piercing glare. He inhales deeply through his nose, his hands once again curled into balls, his forefingers extended, as you notice a slight glow coming from the edges, you shudder at what's likely about to happen. You know it will cause a scene and more than likely a panic in the crowd of spectators in the Kollosum. You gently wrap your arms around his biceps. You watch his head shake.

"Stop, Quan, enough," Your tone holds an equal venom of seething hatred for the Aussie. As you plead for the Sorcerer to cease and allow his victim to retreat, hoping he'll have mercy and allow the slimy scumbag a chance at living another day. "Killing him is a good idea OUTSIDE of the tournament. You'll cause panic and lots of issues, you'll draw attention." Your eyes land on Quan Chi's shoulders as they hitch up a few degrees at the words of a 'good idea.' It seems you made a fair point when it was said aloud, causing him to shift his priorities away from wanting Kano's blood to wanting yours.

A few moments pass as you patiently stand there, waiting for an answer. You don't realize just how protective Quan Chi is over you. Nor how he reacts to your fears and comfort and desire for someone's safety.

"I despise him as much as you, and as much as I'd like him dead. Now is not the time or place to kill him, yes?" Quan Chi seems conflicted, and for a while doesn't move or speak, though his anger and resentment show and his nose scrunches in a snarl, you gently rest your head onto the centre of his spine and sigh. "Come now Quan Chi, you are better than him, more composed and you have manners. Do not sink to his level," you can tell it worked a bit when his fists stopped glowing and relaxed, but Kano doesn't catch the message.

"Don't let that bitch control you," Kano sneers out glaring at you, Kano always has enjoyed seeing how far he can take the inch he's given. This time he's pushing Quan Chi way further, when he snarls Kano smirks but that smirk falls as Quan Chi punches his face repeatedly, ignoring shouts of guards, Kotal hears the shouts and moves quickly to get you away from the situation. While Quan Chi is tall Kotal towers over him as he quickly moves to pull you away from Quan Chi's back. You yelp in panic as Kotal holds you close to him in a protective hold, Jade not far behind him. You shiver as you watch the violence that Kano had set in motion with his words. His nose is broken and gushing red all over the sorcerer, you hear the sounds of breaking bones as the sound echoes over the shouts of panic, it causes a ringing in your ears.

Kotal quickly moves both you and Jade away in fear that Quan Chi will turn towards one of you. You would never agree to allow him to continue beating on Kano even after what the mercenary said to you, but you feel compelled to tell Quan Chi to stop. But when you're suddenly whisked away in strong and protective arms, and taken somewhere safe. Your stomach drops, and you feel it leave your body and plummet to your toes. Quan Chi. Someone needed to stop him before he actually murdered an innocent person.

"Kotal stop! Let go, I'm fine!" Your attempts to worm and squirm away are futile in the large arms of the Outworlder Emperor, he seems unconvinced. Your feet dangle off the ground while you're held tight to his chest with one arm.

"QUAN CHI ENOUGH!" Your shout is loud enough to cause him to stop mid-swing snapping his head in the direction of your voice. When Kotal sees the rage melt away from Quan Chi's face, turning to desperation to get to you he decides to let you go. Kotal's hold loosened in his confusion just enough for you to scramble down and sprint to his side.

He breathes heavily through his nose, not focusing on anyone but you, his pupils dilated, and his rage has washed over into concern at the fact he could have harmed you without meaning to. He's drenched in Kano's blood shaking in rage, his fists in tight balls to the point the veins in his arms are prominent. You can hear Kano groan in agony from the vicious beating. Quan Chi tries his damnedest to listen to you but is failing miserably, having worked himself up and into an enraged state.

"Please. Stop. This has gotten way out of hand. Stop, for me; please." You plead, you hate begging Quan Chi to not do something. Knowing that his stubbornness rivals yours. It was either he continued to pound the life out of Kano's face until there was nothing left of it and have the guards go to stop him the best they can causing more loss of life, or he can be reasonable, and let Kano go without killing someone. You know you'll have to beg Kotal not to have his guards go after Quan Chi for their own safety, not his. Your eyes plead with him silently, staring up at his bloodlust-filled and enraged ones.

The death wish was his and his alone, he took on Shao Khan once and lived to tell the tale, not even the Thunder God could stop him in that enraged state. You touch his blood-soaked cheek hoping to pull him back from his own rage, and his anger-filled features slowly fall. You hold his attention, his eyes stare right back. "Be reasonable and not violent for my sake. For my sake. Be better and let him go find a rock to crawl under."

There's an evident shift when Kano spits his teeth onto the arena ground, having had a couple ripped out by a mean and harshly timed uppercut. "He's learned the hard way not to insult us," you whisper the sentence quietly so only Quan Chi can hear you. The hard, angry expression and cold aura he held quickly faded and when he went to reach to touch you, Kotal pounded his foot loudly onto the arena's floor. You're quick to hold your hand out in a 'stop' motion towards the concerned Kahn.

"It's fine Kotal, it's handled now." You offer, turning to face the Osh-Tekk fully, leaving yourself wide open for Quan Chi to attack if he had it in him. Thankfully for your sake, it seems like the magic user's anger has fizzled out, his fists relaxing, no longer holding his biceps. Quan Chi is not the type to smile with others around, so instead he grabs your wrist gently, bringing the knuckles to his lips with a tender and loving kiss, mouthing a quiet, barely audible apology as he locks eyes with Kotal as if begging him to try to remove you from his presence. He can be childish sometimes, in private or in public it doesn't matter, he has no shame. Kotal relaxes when he watches Quan Chi give him an intense cold dead-eyed glare that clearly translates to 'don't even THINK about it' as you remain firmly anchored in front of the sorcerer. The look of pure confusion on Kotal's face speaks volumes as you turn back to smile up to Quan Chi with a soft, forgiving expression.

"They'll both be fine Kotal. No need to worry, let them be," Jade adds softly and delicately in an attempt to have him listen and believe that everything is under control.

"How? When did they? How did they?" Kotal's voice drips in confusion as questions seem to die on his tongue. He can't put his questions into proper order as his brain tries to comprehend the whole picture.

"Now's really not the time Kotal for those questions dear friend," you interrupt softly and gently, carefully watching Quan Chi as you try your hardest to talk Kotal out of getting in between the two of you. In your current position, his grip isn't gentle but not tight, in this position if someone tried to move you or take you, Quan Chi is the only threat. You hold his gaze waiting to see what his next move is and after a brief internal battle, he leans down to gently press his forehead to the side of yours.

"Would you like me to move away, my Love?" You hear his breath hitch as he quietly speaks. He sounded, dare you say it, hurt at your soft suggestion, as he was asking permission to touch and comfort you.

"You're fine just no more bloodshed outside of the arena, please Quan Chi." Quan Chi gently caresses the flesh of your wrist before you reach back and slip your fingers gently around his elbow.

"So be it," Quan Chi bows his head respectfully and slowly to Kotal and then Jade before standing at his full height next to you. Kotal merely nods respectfully in reply to Quan Chi's small act, no doubt, he's a little thrown for a loop at the blatant open affection before him from a man who showed no outward emotion but pure indifference. You smile between the two men and Jade, pleased to have ended the violent outburst peacefully and without any further intervention. Kotal makes a motion for his guards to deal with Kano but give you and Quan Chi a wide burst so to speak.

"Come, walk with us a moment," Kotal speaks, offering to walk with you in hopes Quan Chi will get the hint not to harm or disturb you again today. Jade catches onto his intentions and smiles brightly as she moves to stand next to him to start walking back to the viewing area above the stadium. You grin at Quan Chi and take his hand as you walk with him next to Kotal and Jade. Jade walks next to you with Kotal close beside her and Quan Chi close beside you, his blood-drenched hand holding your hand. The walk is quiet, Kotal is stiff seemingly tense. Once inside the privacy of the royal watching area above the Kollosum, Kotal begins with the questions.

"You and Quan Chi are...?"

"Together? Yes." You say it with a soft confident smile, as you tend to Quan Chi, trying to clean some of the blood off of him.

"When did it happen?" He seemed curious and interested in your happiness and choices in your life, yet concerned about your well-being at the same time.

"Not long," you continue as you wipe the blood off of his face gently with some cloth in your hand, with him remaining still under the motions. "We kept things quiet, well more like Quan and I kept our interactions a secret. So to say. The only other person who knows of the relationship is Fujin, my adoptive father," You add, continuing your cleaning.

"May we speak freely? Or is that too much to ask?" Kotal seems perplexed at what he can and can't do and asks.

"Kotal, you know you can speak freely with me whenever," you smile and assure him it's fine before smiling brighter at the grunts Quan Chi lets escape. You think it's an adorable sound and gently brush the blood and flesh off of his cheek with a soft delicate touch, being mindful of how his nerves are probably shot and sensivite. You use some water from a pitcher to wet the cloth hoping to get the dried blood off of Quan Chi's skin, the smell of Kano's coppery blood sickens you and Jade.

"No more, no more fighting outside of the matches," Kotal says bluntly.

"My thoughts exactly," you answer, tilting Quan Chi's head to the side so you can gently wipe the blood spatter off of his temple and ear. Giving Quan Chi a look that told him that this is the one time you'll be able to save his ass from imprisonment in Kotal's prison. "After that display, he'd definitely be locked up till he'd learn his lesson." Quan Chi growls lowly and softly, rolling his eyes dramatically. You flick his nose telling him to show some respect. He is a guest here. You've scolded him softly under the guise that you two had discussed his behaviour, Kotal only laughed heartily. You smile up at him as you work on washing away Kano's blood off of his bare skin. "At least no one died this time," you add looking at Quan Chi.

"On whose request is it that Quan Chi does not attack anyone out of turn again?" Kotal raises an eyebrow at you, waiting for you to answer.

"Mine." You give Quan Chi a sharp but loving look with an underlying message, one he reads easily.

'Behave.'

"How are you two even-" His question dies on his lips as he tries to find the right words earning himself a glare from Jade. You have finished with cleaning Quan Chi's face and return the water, gently wiping his upper lip with the cloth in your grasp.

"Care to try again Kotal?" You raise an eyebrow waiting for him to either ask his original question again, or he asks something completely different. Either way, you are willing to wait it out, feeling comfortable next to Quan Chi, leaning into him without fear. Kotal watches your movement in silent observation and clear astonishment.

"How are you two even a couple, you are vastly different from him," Kotal questions, trying to grasp the concept.

"Kotal don't-" Jade whispers, sounding worried and concerned, perhaps feeling protective of you and your well-being.

"Like a Firefly and Moon, one shined brightly in the darkest of times while the other reflected the brightness and warmth in the darkness," You offer your explanation softly in a way Kotal would understand best. "No matter their differences they still complement and care for the other." Kotal seems to contemplate your words and nods a moment later. He always respected your old-fashioned, but lovely, old-world beliefs in many things and never found an issue with them, in fact, he found them rather pleasing and gave you insight and light into his own cultures, beliefs, and ideas.

"You are wise," Kotal sighs, accepting the new change in your life. Jade smiled at you and offered her congratulations on finding love again. Quan Chi remained quiet during their discussion with him occasionally offering a gruff reply with a light embarrassed flush on his cheeks when you place a kiss onto his cleaned cheekbone. You wipe the blood off of your wrist and hands before offering the cloth to Quan Chi to wash the blood off of his hands and fingertips. The sorcerer makes quick and easy work of the gore.

Kotal moves away to talk with a few guards who knocked on the door about whether Kano was arrested or not. Before returning, he catches the tail end of what Quan Chi is muttering to you.

"-are you sure about this? They're people you live and socialize with daily and now know you're attached to a murderous being known throughout the realms," Quan Chi looks deep and intense, he looks for lies and signs of discomfort in you as you smile brightly at him. Kotal returns to his chair with a light smile on his face as he's still in the dark as to how a couple of "opposites" work. You seem to sense that and without much thought answer Quan Chi.

"If it's not too much to request from both of you, Kotal Kahn, Jade. Will you keep Quan Chi and I's relationship a secret?" You look from Quan Chi then to the two of them, watching Quan Chi swallow harshly next to you and gripping your hand tight for a moment, Kotal and Jade share a quick look before speaking.

"Does Fujin know of your current attachments?" Jade tilts her head curiously with a warm and kind smile on her features.

"He is the only other person who knows about it outside of you two." You keep your features neutral, your voice not giving away your concern about them telling someone else about this.

"Then it remains a secret, to everyone and we shall keep your secret hidden for your well-being," Kotal bows his head in understanding, you and Quan Chi mirror the gesture.

"Thank you for your trust, both of you." You say your voice filled with relief.

"But if you dare cause any harm to them, not only will we have your head Quan Chi, but Fujin will rip every inch of you limb by limb and piece by piece," Kotal growls menacingly at Quan Chi with an accusatory finger pointed his way. Your mouth opens in shock as Quan Chi stiffens beside you. Jade chides Kotal for threatening your significant other in front of your face. You give Quan Chi's hand a reassuring squeeze, telling him he's safe for the moment and won't die yet. His features return to being neutral, unfazed, and unmoved by the Emperor's threats. Kotal clears his throat before beginning again as he notices the soft and loving touches between you and Quan Chi. How Quan Chi stroked the back of your hand with his thumb in circles as if you soothe the both of you. Kotal sighed and regained his composure to ask. "Are we ever going to see that same violent side of him again?"

"No. Not outside of the matches at least. In case that display was unclear if anyone threatens my (y/n) in the ways Kano did there will be blood, and it'll be shed," Quan Chi's voice dropped and became deep and gravelly in a subtle threat, a shiver rolled through your spine in fear and excitement. Kotal ignores the part of the statement about yourself and chuckles at the death threat towards Kano, wanting that outcome himself.

"Kano had it coming, to be honest," Jade admits honestly with a soft scoff.

"By the order of your King. I had him arrested," Kotal informed, smiling and clearly excited, but that fell the moment his gaze flicked over to the magic user.

"It should remain that way until I want his blood," Quan Chi sneers at the Emperor, looking a mixture of satisfied and irked, you let a sigh fall through your lips before smacking the back of Quan's head, demanding an apology and for him to be respectful, Quan Chi apologises after an embarrassing bit of pleading and grovelling, the action earns an impressed stare from Kotal at how easily you seem to be able to wrangle a beast like Quan Chi, even Jade finds it sweet that someone is capable of handling him.

"Still as charming as ever," You deadpan with an annoyed huff, arms crossing over your chest as you wait for an apology from him, Quan Chi groans loudly.

"My sincerest apologies (y/n), I truly am a mere slave to your will," Quan Chi apologizes in a sarcasm-dipped tone, a clear non-apology apology. With an eye roll and a raised eyebrow, you give him the 'oh really' look' as you cross your arms and move away from him just far enough his hands can't reach you. You don't say anything as you smile at Jade and Kotal with the 'sorry my partners a dick' kind of grin. Kotal clears his throat uncomfortably with a grin on his face, watching your dynamic with an entertained glint in his eyes. Jade giggled It was clear she saw her relationship in yours.

"Not good enough?" Quan Chi questions innocently, playing with the blood under his fingernails. You give him the silent treatment while you watch the fights continue to go on in the arena below. The silence is suffocating him, Quan Chi despises silence and hates not hearing your voice the most. A scowl adorns his features and is heavily on his face, a frown is all his features hold as you're pointedly ignoring him. You give Jade and Kotal a knowing look as the silence drags on, they chuckle quietly at Quan's discomfort. When Quan Chi shifts, ready to grab you and beg forgiveness, you can't hide the amusement on your features and give in.

"What did Fujin do when he caught you?" Jade asked her curiosity peaked.

"Oh no, he didn't know until he and I talked. You see Quan Chi was sneaking into my room to leave letters and gifts for m-" Quan Chi moved quickly to cover your mouth embarrassed about how desperate and creepy that sounded his eyes wide in embarrassment and worry. Jade giggled, her hand covering her mouth with her eyes filled with joy, she was glad you've found happiness even if the happiness was strange. Kotal groaned as if the details of you two's interactions were hurting him. You giggle against Quan Chi's palm as you see his flustered appearance, moving his hand slowly as if expecting you to keep talking.

"He actually gifted me this necklace," you point at the trinket hanging from your neck as Quan Chi backs up and begins his brooding on a nearby seat, as you speak about his softer side so openly.

"Did you tell him anything or do anything back?" Jade asked with a look at Quan Chi, you smirked at the man sulking on his chair, in a form of reassurance before answering.

"No not right away, I thought it was cursed at first. So when I didn't respond to his letter and gift; he left me another the next day. He did that for 5 whole months," you can hear Quan Chi groan in embarrassment in his chair. "Then I was in the living forest, I found him and he looked drained as if he hadn't slept well at all. He stopped taking care of himself to try and get my attention," you giggle as does Jade while Kotal groans as he can tell Jade and you are going to be talking like this until the matches end. You and Jade will embarrass both men to death. Jade asked for more information, which you happily give away as you two trade stories about your partners.

"Are you feeling alright Kotal?" Jade asked quietly after catching sight of his twitching eye and rubbing at his temples. Kotal blinked and groaned and quietly confirmed that he was feeling a little embarrassed and uncomfortable, Jade stifled a giggle at his misery. You glance at Quan Chi who's still sulking, you roll your eyes, as you already know how to break him.

"Do you want to see one of the many letters he wrote me?" You ask hearing a noise escape Quan Chi as you and Jade giggle as you pull out one of his more romantic letters that you had folded neatly in your breast pocket. Quan Chi is red in the face and he's sunk down into his chair to try and hide. You unfold it and hold it out to Jade who quickly begins reading it as you look over her shoulder, as does Kotal. You giggle as they both read his calligraphic penmanship. You can see and hear Quan Chi squirm uncomfortably as Kotal lets a smirk pull at his features. Jade chuckled and cooed at the romantic contents of the letter, even Kotal let a chuckle slip past his lips, as the pair finished reading it. Jade holds the letter back for you to take, giving you an amused and thoughtful look, her eyebrows wiggling. You fold the letter back up and put it into your breast pocket. Kotal sits in thought a moment after both women fall quiet.

"Kotal you're going to have to step up your game," you tease lightly as Jade giggles with a look that seems to be begging him to write his feelings for her on paper at some point for her to read.

"My word is stronger than ink," Kotal replied, giving Jade a soft smile before the three of you continued trading and gossiping while Quan Chi sulked as if wanting to vanish from the embarrassment alone. You find Quan Chi's brooding and embarrassment absolutely adorable, so cute, even if you like to rile him up and get him all flustered. It's not long until the tournament comes to an end for the day. You thank the Emperor for his gracious and open hospitality before you follow Jade, and your new travel companion, to a guest room.

"There will only be one bed." Jade sounded like an amused, scolding mother, teasing a child for a crush. You can't help but giggle at her tone of voice before she asks how you two feel about sharing a room.

"It won't be the first time we share the same space," you say kindly as you pat Quan Chi's arm softly as if it were something cute and sweet, even if it is rather out of character for him to be like this. Quan Chi finally gives up his silence and groans in annoyance at all the poking, prodding, and teasing that has been going on. The sorcerer swatted your hand away after another gentle stroke of his arm. A grunt of disapproval vibrates through him at the public display of affection. You frown at his dismissal and shake your head. Quan Chi wanted the ground to swallow him whole, Jade and Kotal may know of you two, but that didn't mean he wanted anyone to know of your feelings for him. It wasn't because he didn't love you, he was scared people were going to hurt you to get to him, or worse. You purse your lips as Jade excuses herself to help Kotal prepare for his fight against Shao Kahn.

You throw your arms around him tightly once the door is shut behind Jade. He stiffened in your arms and grunted his displeasure, but you just ignored his rudeness.

"I have never seen you that angry, I was so concerned about you," you whispered honestly and seriously, the dark and scary expression on his features will be burnt into your mind for the rest of eternity. It will stay forever vivid and alive in your memories. "The look you had...It'll be a dark vivid vision burned into my mind for eternity," you mumble to him, letting him hear and understand the severity and truth of your fear. Quan Chi turns his face from you as you back up a couple of steps away. You watch the expression on his face closely, silently counting.

When you get to the count of 5 his cold and stoic appearance falls off, showing a sad, upset, and frustrated look underneath the facade. His shoulders droop a bit from their square position, his lip quirks downwards at the corners a bit and his gaze is filled with shame, and he's holding back a pout. He avoids eye contact for a few moments longer.

"Are you okay?" Your voice quivers with the question and the lump that has formed in your throat.

"Yes. I should be the one asking you that, you are clearly shaken," Quan Chi responds a bit quietly his tone holding his feelings back like always. His hands gently move towards you, holding your face softly in a caring manner. His thumb strokes your skin. It takes a moment before he sighs softly, his tense features relax a fraction as he looks deeply into your eyes. "I would do it again if Kano or any other being touched and talked to you the way Kano did. I never meant to scare or harm you," he stroked your cheek delicately, as you touched and stroked the tops of his fingers. You breathe deeply and lean your face into his warm hand.

"That was scary, I have never seen you get that enraged. What were you thinking?" Your voice quivered and broke, coming out louder than expected. Quan Chi hissed your name and shook his head.

"I wasn't, I was jealous and disgusted at how he could touch you and not a single person-" His tone rises and his hold on your face changes before he cuts himself off to take a deep breath and loosen his hold to gently stroke your cheekbones. You nodded understanding where he was heading with his rant, understanding he just wanted to protect you. You sighed, slowly understanding he wanted to prevent you from getting hurt or feeling used. After a long deep sigh, you stepped closer, Quan Chi removed his hands from your face, backing up and avoiding eye contact.

"Don't back away from me Quan Chi, you don't scare me," you state, tilting your head as your significant other steps further and further away from you.

"No...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gotten so violent and angered I-I understand if you would prefer I didn't accompany you any-" You're quick to close the distance and steal his lips in a loving kiss, gently grasping at his shoulders.

"No-o." Your lips still touched, soft breath mixing between your joined mouths. His hands rested on your hips, clutching tightly. Quan Chi stiffened and was unsure of how to respond.

"Please do not leave me, we just started this relationship and I'll be damned if you throw it away after all the time you spent chasing me," you mumble into his mouth. His brows furrow and he tilts his face just enough to separate your joined mouths.

"You...wish for me to not go, but you just told me you were scared of me," he questioned with a tilt of his head.

"I was scared of your choice of action, not you. You will never scare me away," you breathed as he rubbed his forehead against yours, humming softly. He remained there for a few beats. Then he let out a shuddering breath, as he placed his hands on your shoulders and finally looked you in the eye.

"Please." His voice trembled. He squeezed his eyes shut tight as if to steady himself. Then he shook his head and said your name and repeated "Please..." You looked deep into his soul-filled eyes. Your hands reached up to his face, letting your fingers brush gently against his chin and sharp cheekbones, but nothing in particular as you relished the intimacy of the moment, the eye contact, the closeness of the pair of you. Your breath hitched in your throat at the most incredible look on his face as he basked in your warm gaze.

"You are so lucky I'm both friends with Kotal Kahn and in love with you," you sigh as your fingers brush over his cheek softly. He bites his lips as he holds your gaze a few more moments and you sigh, his body jerking closer, almost involuntary at your tender movements against him, and he suddenly needs to touch and feel. He whimpers quietly as his arms snaked around you pulling you flush against him, he rested his cheek on your head as you leaned your face into the crook of his neck. You place a sweet kiss on his neck as you continue to enjoy his arms wrapped around you. His heart is pounding and it thrums against his ribs. Quan Chi blinks and pulls back, one arm staying loosely around your waist.

"You love me," he asks slowly as his eyes light up with something foreign to him and you nod without skipping a beat, not a sign of hesitation in sight.

"Very much so Quan Chi," you respond sweetly, stroking the nape of his neck. His arm tightens around you and he rubs his cheek against yours in the most loving way. It's strange to see Quan Chi happy and relieved but to also be soft and sweet towards you in such a vulnerable state. He does an incredible job of masking his thoughts and feelings and when the mask falls it feels special, feels special to you to get the chance to see and hold him while he's vulnerable.

"No being has ever shown me such care," he admits quietly and with a bit of sadness, you know he is not accustomed to affection from others, so this is special, you give him a smile filled with understanding and a feeling you can't express through words, Quan Chi visibly relaxed as a loving look graced his features, filling his eyes and it was mesmerizing. Quan Chi allowed himself a moment and he dipped his head, giving you an undeniable kiss. You tried to put all your emotions and affection into the kiss, which he happily gave back. Quan Chi had not had any tender and loving moments from anybody in a very long time. He didn't dare pull his mouth from yours, instead, he scooped you off your feet easily, bridal style. You gripped his arm that held you close to his chest and he pulled his lips from you, giving you the chance to breathe.

He carried you over to the bed and lay you both down. You kept your face close to him as your heart and soul reached out to touch and be in unison with his own. His arms remained locked around you, never wanting to let go, never wanting the soft feeling in his heart to fade away. The two of you remained cuddled together in bed enjoying the warmth and touch of the other's body for what felt like the longest yet best moments of your life. His embrace, his breath, his soul, and his voice all provided the warmth and comfort that would allow you to sleep peacefully through the night. He fell asleep soon after the moment he settled into bed with you, his deep breath and slow-paced heart rate comforting. You lay on the edge of sleep, completely content. As much as he will never say it aloud, he is thrilled you accepted and returned his love. It makes him want to hold you forever in his arms and makes him feel more relaxed as you hold onto him as well. He's elated by the feeling, the feeling he's yearned for from someone for many, many years and had accepted he was never going to have. Yet here you are, returning his affection, even giving him more than he could even think of returning.

Quan Chi is deep asleep his face buried in your hair, basically draped over your body as if you'd float away without his body weight on you. You can't sleep, you are too elated to rest and a glance out the window shows how late it has become, so you can only assume Jade and Kotal Kahn are finished preparing for his battle against Shao Kahn tomorrow and have retired for the night as well. A bittersweet smile crosses your lips as you run your hand over Quan Chi's bald tattooed head, his body slacked and relaxed.

He looked so innocent, with no wrinkled skin on his forehead or furrowed brows, no harsh or icy glint in them. Quan Chi was gone, and there lay a peaceful, serene being, someone who had never known peace and who hadn't gotten a full night of rest for countless years, not for a whole night, a few hours at most. The sight makes you grin, as does the sensation of a thumb ghosting over your hip and a leg moving slightly, and the almost non-existent sound of a light and muffled snore. Quan Chi shifts, his arms tugging you into the safety and comfort of his warm embrace and a satisfied sound emits from the man. This made you melt, your heart pounding even harder than before. His movements, his facial expressions, and his actions were simply...the most amazing sight.

There is a knock on the door and Quan Chi twitches slightly in his sleep from the sound but does not wake. The door opens to reveal Jade and a stressed Fujin. You smile at both of them and wave your hand and motion for them to be quiet. Both look confused until they see Quan Chi looking so peaceful, gentle, and tender. Jade's shocked face brings a light and amused giggle from you and she covers her gaping mouth with a hand to stifle herself, a smile blooming underneath her hand. Fujin just looks dumbfounded at the sight of Quan Chi draped across you asleep. His stress seemed to be leaving him at the sight of you safe; even if Quan Chi was asleep on you.

Jade comes to sit at the foot of the bed. "How'd you do it?" Jade whispers. "I was worried I was going to come and find both of you fighting or him sleeping on the floor," she muses and you can only give her a gentle shrug and look down at the soft face of Quan Chi, the gentlest look in your eyes and a warm smile on your face. It warms Jade's heart seeing you so in love and the sleeping sorcerer so sweet and relaxed.

"I never would have thought he'd ever actually look peaceful. Let alone see him asleep," Fujin whispers, joining Jade near the end of the bed.

"Why is Fujin here?" You whisper softly. Fujin looks rather disgruntled by the question as Jade sighs and hangs her head.

"He was worried when he heard about what happened with Kano and you," Jade says softly as Fujin nods his head agreeing with her.

"Well as you can see, I am alive and unharmed, but the reason for that," you gesture to Quan Chi snoozing soundly with his face buried in your shoulder and hair, his arms loosely embracing your torso.

"He-What?" Fujin asked, eyebrows raised in shock, not expecting such a calm response, yet alone a casual and relaxed gesture, from the sorcerer. Jade giggles quietly with a teasing look in her eye, that had Fujin ready to sputter in confusion and question everything.

"I'll explain it to you in the morning, but for now, I think it would be best to let him sleep. I feel quite tired as well," you say as you yawn softly and rub the top of Quan Chi's tattooed head softly, gently. Fujin nods and gives Jade a soft bow, making her chuckle lightly before he vanishes into the wind once more, and Jade gets up.

"Well then, tomorrow you two should join Kotal and I for lunch before his match," Jade says with a soft smile as she leaves your room locking the door for your comfort.

Once she left you rolled Quan Chi and yourself so you were properly lying in bed, Quan Chi practically laid on top of you now deep asleep, a grumble leaving him as you moved his asleep form. You fall into a deep and calm sleep after that, not too different than sleeping beside the man you love.

...

You woke before him feeling the sun hit your eyes from the windows, the early hours before the start of the second day of the tournament. His breath ghosted across the column of your throat, his arms heavy around your waist, and the way you lay leaves him exposed to the morning's sunlight. You can't help but soak in and enjoy the warmth of Quan Chi's hug, even if it's awkward with him half lying on top of you, the fact he's drooling on your skin and mumbling incoherent phrases in his sleep tells you the chances of waking him will be slim. You've never seen him so vulnerable and innocent in your entire existence. If someone had told you in your youth that one day you would have this sorcerer in the most intimate and tender manner and not in a threatening or dark way, you wouldn't have believed the individual. The gentle and tender expression Quan Chi had, had your stomach filled to the brim with butterflies and joy, like no other being before had managed. You smile warmly at the sight and touch of Quan Chi's peaceful resting state once more, and you can feel a nice warmth fill your chest at the sight. Knowing he felt safe enough to be this vulnerable with you was such a beautiful sight and feeling. Your hand graces the back of his neck as you scrape the tattoos softly and rub your face affectionately against the top of his forehead with a small hum, Quan Chi softly humming in his sleep as he snuggles his face further into your collar and neck with a small sniff of his nose. Your thumb ghosted over his cheek as you touched him ever so delicately, wanting the affection to remain pure and beautiful.

"I'm afraid you'll have to wake up my love, you have matches to fight in today." You begin as you blow air on his ear softly. Quan Chi frowned with a whine of your name as he woke. A large breath he takes and groans slightly at the bright light that assaulted his sensitive eyes and groans at the familiar feeling of a knot in the middle of his shoulder blades.

"Good morning love," you coo softly, nuzzling his cheek as he lifts himself slowly. You take the time to stroke your thumbs on either of his temples and lean in and steal his lips as you pour all your affection into them. His groan fades as you pull back and the coldness hits him as soon as he's no longer flush and kissing you and you give him a smirk as he starts grumbling complaints at your warm lips disappearing, wanting nothing more than to snuggle with you and bury his face in the crook of your neck.

"You have matches to win today, and we are eating lunch with Kotal Kahn and Jade later," you begin, as you caress and stroke the length of his back and arms and touch his face so delicately with soft admiration. He doesn't complain much further as he understands you are right and that this would be beneficial, his brow raises in confusion; when did he agree to lunch with the Kahn and his lady? A yawn escapes his lips as his jaw stretches wide and his head tips back a touch, exposing a length of skin that he doesn't expect you to go for, you press a couple of kisses to his clavicle knowing that will wake him up. You shift yourself to a sitting position, smiling gently when he yawns your name and does his best to stop the reaction with a look of displeasure. Quan Chi stretches his stiff sleep-filled body with cracks and a sigh, a deep rumbling groan rises up within him as the muscles in his back stretch, loosen and pop with audible creaks. He mutters as his voice is filled with sleep and gravel. He clears his throat as he pops his neck with an eye roll.

"When did I agree to lunch with them?" He asks as his jaw stretches once again and he swivels his neck, cracking several times.

"When Jade and I came in late last night," you reply simply. His brow furrows and his hands grip your hips gently as he begins kneading his thumbs into your hips.

"They came by?"

"Jade and Fujin actually. They came to see if we killed each other yet," you giggle softly. "Fujin was shocked to see you completely asleep on top of me. Jade on the other hand invited us to lunch. I'm guessing Fujin will be joining us," you say as you lean into his touch. He stiffens slightly realizing he hadn't woken up to any knocks or conversations last night. The feeling of sleep fog still plaguing the back of his mind even when awake was very unlike what he to ever experienced before.

"And why did one of the Earth gods need to visit?"

"Jade explained to me he was worried because of what happened with Kano," you sigh and look into his eyes deeply, your own eyes full of appreciation. He felt strange that there were individuals who seemed genuinely worried about your safety with him. Fujin more specifically. After the fights last night Quan Chi would have bet any currency that the wind god would be furious with him for risking you getting caught in the crossfire and helping him fight against Kano.

"He's aware that you saved me and were curled up against me last night," you clarify in a light teasing tone at the end. He groans softly.

"Should I expect him to be displeased with me later?" You can't help but chuckle and lean closer.

"Do you truly care if Fujin is upset with you?" Your voice holds an amused lilt, but you can't hide the hint of seriousness you feel, trying to figure out where Quan Chi's head is and how much he wants Fujin and all those involved to stay out of his personal business.

Quan Chi rolled his eyes as the gears shifted in his brain before his mind landed on something more important, he sighed loudly. "No, I don't...why exactly are we joining all of them for lunch anyway?" He wasn't about to get jealous again, was he? No, that was not a viable option. He had to trust you, had to put that faith in you as a couple and in the love you had. But this didn't feel right, it was something he hadn't even begun to explore yet.

"It could be good for us both. This will also be good for your reputation with them. Give them a reason to see you as not a threat to Outworld or Earthrealm."

"My dear I-"

"If you plan on reminding me, once more, about your alliance with Shao Kan, Quan Chi," his face fell slightly at the slightly hostile warning in your tone. "I understand the terms of your relationship and loyalty, but these are also our lives we are talking about. In some sense of the word. Why not build up a better reputation with Fujin, Kotal, and Jade? For when Shao decides you are no longer useful to him. I'd like for there to be a plan B if Shao wants to kill you. Give you a safe spot that he can't get to; like Earthrealm."

He gazed at your beautiful face, once a stranger and then an enemy. How ironic that, from the first time, he saw your face, it changed from a rival he had encountered years prior to an ally. He realized how powerful you are and what made you formidable, but, it seems to be one of the things that makes him adore you. The way you defend yourself, the way you confront and the way your intelligence works with your emotions, you have a stronger will and willpower. You are willing to try and fix the situation no matter the cost, no matter who hates you, or you try until you either quit or they give in to you.

"Alright. We will take this chance," he says and sighs, closing his eyes.

"Thank you," you coo. You smiled wide, giving his jaw and face some tender love, but also, a solid pat in a tease before sitting up and leaving to the bath chambers to get a shower going.

...

The rest of the morning passed swiftly. As soon as you and Quan Chi emerged from your bedroom, people went abuzz with surprise. Many whispers spoke of the two of you being together and how close the two of you appeared. Some thought they might be hallucinating while others assumed you must've done something to him or he to you for the two of you to get along and act amicably. The rumor mill went wild and with Quan Chi keeping you pressed tightly to his body no one could get answers, causing rumors and speculations to flourish.

Lunch was soon approaching as he stood patiently beside you, leaning on one of the dining hall walls, arms folded casually, one leg crossed over the other, head down, and eyes closed. It was like he was a statue placed against the wall or asleep, depending on your perspective. You hear a familiar sound of wind behind you, Fujin arriving as per usual.

"Good afternoon to the both of you." His gaze and voice were directed more towards you than Quan Chi. Quan Chi cracked an eye open and nodded in Fujin's direction, getting a soft scoff in return from the wind god. You give Quan Chi a hard glance and the look of you narrowing your eyes told him you weren't pleased with this behaviour already. A slightly defeated sigh leaves the sorcerer's lungs as he stands straight, meeting Fujin's eyes properly, it makes him feel just the smallest bit uneasy, like Fujin knew what Quan Chi wanted and thought. You gently slap Quan Chi's stomach begging him to at least play nice for you.

"Good afternoon Fujin, looking forward to lunch," you say politely. Fujin notices Quan Chi stiffen and freeze at your movement and voice and finds himself raising an eyebrow, finding that unusual how you seem to have the sorcerer wrapped around your finger.

"May I ask how you managed to sleep last night?"

You giggle softly "I slept great, you should have heard how stiff his joints were this morning," you reply coyly, the only reaction from Fujin is a raised and unimpressed brow, Quan Chi gives an uncomfortable cough in reply, making you grin.

"Greetings," Kotal Kahn says sternly with a stern look to Quan Chi and a smile to you. Quan Chi looks unphased as both your eyebrows raise and you stifle another small fit of giggles at his deadpan stare. "It's good to see you doing well," he begins his tone towards Quan Chi is softer. "I appreciate your efforts to keep (Y/n) and others safe yesterday. Kano should never have been there in the first place."

"Shao Kahn's doing?" You asked with a slight nervousness as his yellow eyes landed upon you. Quan Chi's demeanour had you concerned and thinking he was angry with Kotal for some reason.

"It seems so."

You bite your lip and rub the side of Quan Chi's hand intertwining your fingers.

"Why don't we drop the Kano talk and just enjoy lunch and watch the matches today," you offer.

The Kahn nodded slowly, agreeing with you.

"Jade is waiting for us, come this way," Kotal replied.

...

The view was impressive, being able to see the whole Kollosum and the fighters down below.

Kotal Kahn and the royal suite were nothing to sneer at, the food was exquisite.

Jade gives you a wave and an excited look. "Good afternoon (Y/n)! Are you ready to enjoy the first match of the day?"

"The scenery and food are definitely going to help the event seem much better," you hum in a sarcastic but content tone. As the two of you hug in a friendly greeting.

"Glad you think so," Jade smiles and whispers, "You do not need to worry about Quan Chi's or the Kahn's moodiness," She attempts to help soothe your anxious nature.

"Men," you joke with her rolling your eyes as she giggles softly in response. The three males on the other side of the room ignore you two, with Quan Chi trying his absolute best not to be jealous and show weakness to Fujin, or to admit you were correct and he could have a positive relationship with the god of winds. And Kotal trying his best to stay calm as he knows Jade would most likely get angry or worried at his tense behaviour.

The moment Quan Chi makes the mistake of taking his eyes off Fujin his gaze instead of landing on your form talking excitedly with Jade his jealousy is released in a huff through his nose. Kotal hears and gives the sorcerer a pat on the back which sends a flinch and surprised glance his way.

"Now, now sorcerer. Best not to make a habit of letting that emotion take hold, for her sake. She's never been fond of jealous men." Kotal chuckles as he walks over towards Jade and you. Quan Chi lets out an annoyed grunt and rolls his eyes. You glance over your shoulders, motioning with a nod of your head for the sorcerer to come towards the both of you and grab some food. You move into the corner of the suite so everyone can eat comfortably and still see the stage. The noise, and bustle of the crowds, cheering as the tournament continued, and the atmosphere created was surprisingly fun, you'd found yourself relaxing, finally finding enjoyment in the events. Fujin stands near you and Quan Chi with a small smile.

"Seems everything is going better," Fujin speaks with a glance around.

"Seems that way," Quan Chi huffed slightly.

"I'm glad our champions are fairing well, Dad," it slips out of your mouth as you watch the fights. A cough comes from Kotal obviously never hearing you call Fujin that. Quan Chi just about spits out his drink with a violent snort.

"She really hasn't told you two anything, huh?" Fujin sighed as his fingertips touched his temples.

Kotal and Quan Chi both shoot him a glare before glancing towards you with different expressions.

"Fujin adopted me when I was a little kid, found me wandering into his temple one day and I just never left. He's treated like his own flesh and blood," you beam brightly. Your eyes grow soft as Fujin's hand moves to the crown of your head as he leans down and kisses it sweetly. "Fujin has raised me since then. I usually just use his name when speaking about him or with him around others, guess I got too distracted," you chuckle as an embarrassed flush hits your cheeks and the tops of your ears. Fujin hummed as he stood next to you with a look and stance of pure pride.

"Why do you think both Fujin and Raiden are so protective over me?" you glance at Kotal and Jade who nod with understanding. You smirk "That should have been the most obvious hint right there. Neither of them actually ever had plans for kids, yet they took me in with nothing but open arms and love," you coo with pure happiness in your eyes as you stand and wrap Fujin's torso in a giant hug that he returns.

"I'm honoured," the Emperor says softly "to have such a respectable god and person in my royal court." He pats your shoulder softly.

"You flatter us too much Kotal, I'm not worth the praise, I have just as many faults as the next being," Fujin says in a humble tone.

"You will take the praise, it's much deserved," Quan Chi starts suddenly. Everyone glanced at him with a mixed set of reactions. Fujin was almost entirely shocked with some hints of pride, the slight smile creeping onto his face being a dead giveaway; Quan Chi quickly cleared his throat before drinking deeply from his goblet obviously trying to play it off as too much to drink, he doesn't look at any of you. Your eyes soften, and you gently reach and grip his forearm tenderly as if to ground and assure him; Kotal nods, intrigued. "Raising her on your own, it was...not easy, I'm sure."

"Well, I had Raiden to help when I could not, along with the monks," Fujin states simply.

"Regardless, you were strong, reliable, and determined to make her comfortable, to make her happy. Even with being a protector of Earthrealm. Those things should be appreciated." Jade grins softly.

"I agree," Kotal replied. He began with a more serious tone. You chuckle as you lean against Quan Chi's shoulder while he sits.

"Kotal Kahn?" A large grunt emanates from him "Do tell me, how's that sweet wife of yours," you coo teasingly, distracting everyone from their thoughts, and catching Jade by surprise as she gets a flushed look across her cheeks. Quan Chi smirks slightly at your comment as Kotal glowers in your direction, he knows very well his mind goes elsewhere at that question. He and Jade start going back and forth about their care and love for one another. You know the question gets Jade excited to hear Kotal speak about her with such poetic words. Fujin on the other hand chuckles and shakes his head slightly.

"Quan Chi?" He says lightly and Quan Chi glances over at Fujin. "I presume that my child is safe with you and that you are behaving yourself, for their benefit, correct?"

Quan Chi huffs at Fujin and stands, going nose to nose with him "Is that a threat?" The air tenses for a long moment, with both Fujin and Quan Chi standing up to one another. You quickly squeeze between the two of them.

"Absolutely not! Cut it out, Quan Chi. You too Dad!" You chastise both men in an angry voice before continuing,

"Dad please just calm down and relax, and you Quan Chi sit and no more wine. You are way too testy right now. I will not let either of you fight about this that is final!" You basically snarl at both men as they seem to shrink at your disapproval. They both look at one another with some apprehension and also some disdain but look back at you, with love and awe. It's difficult to believe sometimes how you are so similar to both men. How do you both care enough about the people around you and in your inner circle?

"SIT," you push both of them in opposite directions gently trying to get your point across without harming anyone or overstepping. They obey quickly and quietly. Your eyes are narrowed in a strict parental stare and, without a single word spoken, it gets across to them what your intentions are.

"I just want the two of you to play nice for now even if you hate each other." you huff in exasperation as you sit on a couch on the terrace to watch the fights below. You back to everyone as you try to calm down your annoyance. Jade and Kotal both stare as Fujin and Quan Chi apologize quietly, respectively for their behaviour and look away ashamed and uncomfortable, with a twinge of some embarrassment at being scolded by you. You relax when you hear them mumbling their apologies.

"Is it really a good idea for those two to be near each other right now?" Jade speaks with a look of uncertainty on her features.

"Hmm. Hopefully, now they will not act so childish towards one another considering they are both adults, I would rather they get along than dislike each other so harshly," you say your voice raising for the two of them to hear as Kotal chuckled trying to not get scolded for laughing by you or Jade.

"Do not encourage or egg her on either," Jade grumbles at her lover as his body shakes from barely containing his laughter. You just look at Kotal with a raised brow as Jade grumbles to him. Quan Chi hesitantly walks over to the couch to sit beside you, a glass of wine in hand for you along with his own goblet of wine. You sigh, accepting the glass, looking at his face once he sits and raises his glass. The silence between you two isn't one that is strained, it's calm, contemplative. An apologetic expression hits Quan Chi's face for a moment making you break your scowl in order to speak.

"Just please be nice to my father, I know you think he's out to get you going, but he's not. He just wants to make sure I'm safe with you," you sigh softly to him as you pat his hand.

"I don't trust him," he grumbled, downing the rest of his glass before refilling it.

"I you don't but I do," you retort. He huffs out a scoff through his nose. You're not as accepting of his reply as he expected, clearly as he then gets hit in the arm. "Stop being so damn stubborn. If I trust him why can't you, do you not trust me?" You watch his body flinch hard at the question as if you stabbed him.

"Of course, I do.."

"Then put your damn pride and anger to the side, be willing to try, I'll keep him in line. Please, for me?" you place your head against his shoulder. His resolve crumbles hard with your touch.

"Fine." He puts an arm around you kissing the top of your head softly. Your pleased noise has him almost shuddering.

Fujin observes the both of you closely from afar and you just give him a half-smile and a tiny wave before wrapping yourself close to Quan Chi. He would prefer a very stern and deep conversation with his adopted daughter and Quan Chi, to make sure you two were truly getting along with the situation at hand. In all honesty, he wants to gauge if Quan Chi was controlling your mind and thus, your feelings. Quan Chi and his temper is just a piece, not the entire cake though; regardless of that fact Fujin still does not trust the man whatsoever.

You return Quan Chi's affection with a gentle kiss to the side of his nose before you return to your wine and watch the matches. Fujin just watches how quickly Quan Chi seems to melt under your touch, his harsh facade breaking quickly with the affection before he seems to pick up the shattered pieces to preserve appearances. With a sip of his drink, the wind god saunters over and takes a seat in the lounger opposite the two of you and to the side where Kotal and Jade sat. Your smile widens, while Quan Chi drapes one of his arms across your shoulders as he drinks his wine. His entire posture looks relaxed now. You can tell, you know him so well at this point, how well he is an actor. Even when it comes to acting this relaxed and in control, you know the reality that he's ready and willing to protect you and fight back. You're pressed into his side feeling his warmth as you drink and enjoy watching the matches. His hold tightens with one arm just enough for you to notice as his nose pushes into the crown of your head taking a small deep inhale to smell your scent, and to keep himself grounded. Fujin ignores Quan Chi as the two of you talk with Jade and Kotal. Fujin and you talk about your relationship while Jade and Kotal interject with questions here and there. The match continues with all of you sitting in comfort with each other talking and enjoying the day.

Quan Chi just sits there drinking as if to hide his face in the goblet. You know this embarrasses him immensely, and it's sort of cute and endearing. You make no comment on the matter or him drinking more wine while talking; if it makes him comfortable then so be it. A tiny smile spreads across your lips, which he takes a moment to acknowledge, to bask in. A quiet exhale leaves his mouth as his body presses closer to yours.

"Y/n!" Cassie, Jacqui, Kung Jin, and Takeda appear outside the Kahn's viewing area. Kotal's face twists in displeasure for a moment before smoothing his expression. You quickly stand and see the group below. You grin and wave calling out to them wishing all four of them the best of luck in their matches. Quan Chi watches the four with a wary look on his face. "The tournament has really brought out all the fighters," he says to you as he moves his gaze back to you.

"It has and I'm so proud of all four of them. They are all strong fighters in their own aspects." You beam at them as you speak to Quan Chi about your relationship with the team and Fujin as a mentor.

"You worked hard helping train them with Johnny and Liu Kang," Fujin adds as he smiles at you.

Quan Chi just watches silently listening intently, almost smirking when you bashfully look away from everyone when your dad reveals he's a lot prouder of you than he lets on, or how much you accomplished in such a short time frame. You chuckle softly before sitting back on the couch and relaxing again.

The fighting resumes as Fujin looks toward Kotal with a nod.

"Shall we spar after you finish eating Kotal, it has been a while and I would be very interested," Fujin smirked in amusement as Jade giggled next to Kotal. You watch in interest, knowing Kotal did enjoy sparing with others.

"Oh, we could use the practice, Kotal, come on. Show him we still got some spirit," Jade nudged Kotal whose eyebrows raised for a moment.

"Yes, yes you're right, perhaps I could use a battle to help clear my mind," he nods with an excited smile. You just shake your head at Jade and Kotal and just say "have fun, please don't get hurt," in an amused but worried tone, "just be careful. We still need the both of you during this ordeal,".

Kotal smiled at you "I will be just fine, and same to you as well Quan Chi,"

Quan Chi glanced towards him from his drink and huffed a farewell as he kept drinking. You can tell he's past tipsy and is probably close to drunk if not black-out drunk. You turn and see the bottle almost empty on the table. You shoot Quan Chi a pointed look to slow down and be careful. His reply was a silent glare as he finished the bottle before getting up to grab a second. You are quick to redirect him to water and something to eat. You gently nudge the plate closer to him with some food, before he could walk away to find wine. Kotal laughs and shakes his head.

"I think Quan Chi and I will just rest here for a while if that's alright," you say letting them get the hint he's had too much to drink. You don't say it outright to prevent his ego from being hurt. Kotal and Fujin take the cue from your words and go spar with Jade. Quan Chi took a seat on the large chaise longue. He keeps his eyes trained on you as he drinks the water you placed in front of him.

You chuckle, "sit. Drink your water and relax with me while we can" he obliged with a roll of his eyes, being half-pissed already.

The wine has left a warm haze over the world and his mind. With your warm body against him, his mood lifts, and his eyes stay half-lidded watching the tournament with little interest. His senses are set on you and you alone. Even as he rests against you with one arm loosely around you, you notice how he's fiddling with your shirt hem as well as parting the neckline.

"Hm,"

Your shoulder bumps his chest, and his mouth twitches into a smirk. His free hand skates up your back, following the curve of your spine under your shirt. You know he's absolutely drunk now.

"Hold off on that for now. Let's get to our room first, how does that sound hmm?" You ask, as you lean away from him and move towards the door. If you can get him to your room maybe he'll just sleep off the wine, you know you're not comfortable sleeping with him in such an inebriated state like this.

"Tease," Quan Chi slurred out as he got up shuffling and staggering slightly after you, his normal gait gone completely. He walks like a newborn deer on shaky legs, his head must be spinning. Your thoughts are confirmed with him as he rests against the wall next to the door, before attempting to leave.

"Too much to drink?"

"And you...yooouu're not even close enough tooo fuck me," his slur is exaggerated as he wobbles standing up.

"Let's get you to bed love, come on," you coo fully ignoring how he seems to have openly told you he wants you. He's too drunk to make that kind of choice right now. Not that the sentiment wouldn't please you a great deal if it was something he meant with clarity. You will definitely tease him later for it. Your hand reaches for his and, as soon as he has hold of you, he tugs you close. His nose is pressed into the side of your head as you begin leading the way towards your room.

Quan Chi follows eagerly behind you with sluggish wobbly movements and unbalanced footing, all to stay upright next to you. You can see how his pupils are dilated and how bloodshot they are as well. He keeps grinning and letting out drunken giggles at something in his head. His cheek is pushed up against yours as he struggles to walk with you and hold onto you. His nose is buried in your hair as he inhales deeply.

"We're almost there hun" you encourage him softly

He makes a pleasured growl in response to your comforting tone, his eyes are halflidded and glossy as you keep walking. His arm tightens on you just enough to make him stumble a bit as his grin grows,

"Where are we going?" Quan Chi asks drunkenly in his husky tone, as he slowly stumbles trying to walk beside you,

"To our room, dearest. To our bed," you coo, if he knew that you didn't plan to sleep with him, he'd probably put up more of a fight. He's far too drunk to be a consenting adult. You feel bad about lying and tricking him into going back to the room to get him to sleep off the wine. But in the long run, this is the best course of action. You wish there was another way to get him to your room and for him to sleep, instead of making him think that you two are about to go make love. But alas he seems quite eager and open about the idea as he all but follows your every step like a puppy. You can hear a gruff slurred groan escape him as you keep leading him along. You smile softly, thinking about the antics he must be conjuring in his drunken state.

You continue to lead him back through the hallways to the room, and you reach it. He opens the door, almost falls inside and staggers on his feet. You can't help but giggle seeing him move.

"In the bed now please," you nudge him gently as he begins to unclothe himself clumsily and wobbly, his balance is skewed and unstable as he stands trying to remove his boots.

"I'm going to the bathroom first, I'll be out in just a minute." You say and kiss his cheek before quickly moving to the ensuite bathroom locking it behind you. You can hear him grumble and fight his clothing as he takes them off in a drunken fervour, "be quick" he grumbles a lot more aggressively. He trips onto the floor with a soft thump.

"Ffuuuuck" his loud frustrated shout rings throughout the bathroom. You snicker behind the door. Eventually, you hear him get into bed. You know you are almost in the clear. You just have to wait to hear him snoring to know he's asleep.

You eventually exit the bathroom, the sight before you is priceless. Quan Chi lays asleep naked except for his underwear spread eagle on the blankets, his clothing thrown on the floor haphazardly. He's hogging the entire bed and mattress in his drunken attempt to sleep. You smile and gather his clothing up gently so as not to disturb him, even if that is a foolish endeavour. He will not move nor wake easily in his drunken slumber. You make sure that there is a filled water pitcher on the nightstand next to him for when he wakes up.

The tournament's last couple of battles were soon to conclude. While you wanted to go watch them, but you got to see Quan Chi in such an intimate and caring way, that you had no other option. This was for his benefit because he did not think things through enough and became completely intoxicated. He was going to suffer come tomorrow morning for this escapade of his.

You sat cross-legged, propped up by the mountain of pillows on the bed. You are quick to pull out one the the books you packed, opening it back up to your bookmark. As Quan Chi slept and snored softly next to you, a huge mass of pale flesh moved with every breath he drew into his lungs. He barely moved during the course of his deep sleep, his chest just barely moving, he looked dead. Even though that was a common thing to think and you have seen it enough, he just looked peacefully asleep and relaxed, comfortable. There was no tense, hard set of his jaw, no scrunched-up look on his face in deep concentration. The normally severe and intense stare or grim look is no longer marring his features. His eyes were just closed and that was the only difference in his facial structure. It's still a bit too unnerving to have someone you love as a lot as you do, just lay and look dead to you but you'll get used to it eventually, it's just a part of his charm.

Eventually, you fell asleep listening to his soft breaths and snores, your book now set back on your nightstand.

You woke the next day seeing Quan Chi still asleep but now wrapped around you like he usually does in his sleep. His hands held you tight and his body pressed against yours keeping you trapped, one leg tossed over the top of your legs, holding your calf down. He always acted like some cuddle monster when sleeping. You chuckle softly as you watch his face scrunch as the migraine from too much wine seems to be waking him up. He makes a groan in discomfort but then nuzzles his face closer.

"Ah, good morning," you say quietly,

"Mmm, good morni-" Quan Chi's lips pull apart in a wide yawn and his words die. He blinks repeatedly, a pained expression tugging down his features. One hand rubs at his eyelids,

"I feel terrible," his tone is hoarse and strained,

"I should imagine. You drank a whole bottle of wine," you retort in an amused tone.

"Yes, thank you Captain Obvious," his voice growls as his brow furrows at your remark,

"You got very, uhm, open," you say as he slowly sits up as if still disoriented and nauseous. The confusion is evident on his face as you speak. You watch how he slowly opens his eyes trying to blink the sleep and dryness out of them.

"There's water on the nightstand next to you," you gesture to the glass of water on the nightstand. Quan Chi snatches the pitcher and guzzles it, not caring. A groan leaves him as the hangover becomes apparent, the level of how miserable and sick he truly is, becoming more apparent the more he wakes up. He is hunched over rubbing at his temple trying to alleviate the headache.

"I drank a whole bottle and my memories are a blur, tell me, please" his slurred voice is slurred obviously still dealing with the alcohol in his system, "Did I do something stupid?" Quan Chi slowly opens his eyes with a low-key glare and grumpy look on his face.

"No, but you did try to get a little too intimate, but it's okay." You say as you fight a giggle while gesturing to his body.

"Okay, what does that mean," Quan Chi says as his eyebrows raise then furrow his brow even harder, if possible, to convey his displeasure with the word. "Did I kiss anyone or-"

"Look at yourself," you giggle quietly trying to not be too loud for his throbbing head's benefit.

He looks down at himself seeing how the only thing he's wearing is his underwear. A sheepish look comes across his face with a heavy blush.

"No, we didn't have sex. You were in no state to consent to that, I had to lie to you to come back to our room though. You really wanted me last night," you giggle again as he lays back down obviously having flashes from last night. You can see his blush rising up to the tips of his ears and down his neck.

"Far too drunk for me to be comfortable sleeping with you my love," you add as you kiss his cheek softly, the smell of alcohol sticks to his skin and breath.

"I'm pleased you didn't take advantage of me, that would be the height of awkward conversations," he said while hugging you tight and burying his head into the crook of your neck, his fingers trail over your arm before resting them on your abdomen. You lean into him hoping it will help alleviate his discomfort.

"Drink some more water, it will help in the long run and hopefully help lessen your current pain and suffering. There is some painkiller in my bag if you'd like one," you offer him gently. He lifts his head and looks at you before pulling you close and kissing the side of your neck where it meets the jaw. He has a glimmer in his eye, still half asleep but happy at least to feel you in his embrace.

"I'm perfectly capable of suffering the consequences for myself," Quan Chi said into the crook of your neck before moving away and facing forward. A hand absently cups one side of his face in frustration or in pain, you aren't sure which, but you hand him a glass of water and ibuprofen hoping to help the swelling at least. He seems reluctant, but he does take the pills.

"This won't leave this room," Quan Chi says. "Please don't tell others I have a low alcohol tolerance, it would be incredibly embarrassing."

"My lips are sealed, you know that," you tease as you kiss his shoulder lovingly.

Quan Chi grimaces, the dim glow of pain visible in his eyes. You offer him more water in hopes that will help relieve him.

"Did anyone see you bring me back?" he inquired before swallowing.

"No, I was able to sneak us back to the room, everyone was either watching Kotal and Fujin sparing or the Kombat matches."

"Excellent." Quan Chi nodded taking a final sip before setting it down on the table and going back to hug and hold you again,

"I haven't been this hungover in such a long time, I remember why I pace myself again," he groans in discomfort as he hides his face in your chest away from the bright sunlight.

"I'm sorry my love, that can't be comfortable." You kiss him on the forehead tenderly and comfortingly, your soft lips smooth against the hot skin. You sit and slowly stroke his cheek as you continue the comforting gesture. You feel him sigh and melt under your gentle caress. His entire body relaxes against your touch, his large hand moves up to join yours and the one on his cheek. Your hands weave together on his face. Quan Chi groans quietly in a more relaxed way.

You turn and smile softly, a teasing grin crosses your face as you meet his tired gaze,

"That is one way to shut you up."

He looked back up to meet your stare, his brows knit together and a sceptical smirk formed across his lips,

"Ha-ha."

"Let me get up and I'll shut the curtains, less light for your sensitive eyes," you offer. His glare remains trained on you and his expression changes into one of being incredibly uncomfortable, you can feel the tension that seems to be building in the room, so to alleviate it, you kiss his nose playfully, hoping that'll help him see the teasing side of your comment. His scowl remains etched on his features until he gives you the space to get out of the bed, finally cracking a small smirk before groaning once the covers are pulled off. He made a dramatic and girly yelp when the bright light hit his eyes, immediately shielding them away from the offending source.

"I'm sorry hun," you say in sympathy as you pull the curtains shut making the room darker for Quan Chi. He sighs in relief, dropping the hand that shielded his face from the blinding light and peeks through one half-lidded bloodshot eye. You move to the opposite side of the room closing the rest of the curtains in there. As you return you move back into bed, his body turning and draping across your abdomen as if you are an extra comfy pillow for him. A soft grumble escapes from his throat as he gets more comfortable, settling himself right up against your hips. His eyes are closed, as you feel him breathe.

You smile warmly as you comb over his bald head, massaging it gently to further help alleviate the remaining migraine that you know he has, knowing well by now, that even though he might not show it, he truly loves the little massages and caresses. Your heart flutters warmly as he moves his head pressing himself harder against your fingertips in an effort to ask silently for more, you chuckle warmly.

His cheeks are reddened by the constant warmness in the room.

"Well, this is definitely new," you muse, as you enjoy the closeness, the vulnerability.

He's tired, pained and too out of it, hungover as he is, that he shows vulnerability around you that is more than just being drunk and allowing his guard to lower slightly in his unconscious state. Not only has he put his well-being and sanity in your hands, trusting you to care for him and his drunken self. He is now willing to open himself to more feelings by accepting your physical touch, not just allowing but initiating it. He nuzzled his cheek into the warmth of your hand. You scratch his scalp lightly and rub a thumb across his earlobe tenderly. He sighs a lot louder now, his shoulders dropping and the tension from the day finally eases out of his muscles.

"There you go love, just relax," your soothing tone tries to lull him back to sleep. It almost seems like his body is now refusing to stay awake and rest. He seems too worn out from the day and his hangover, too weary to remain awake. You see his eyelashes flicker ever so slightly but they eventually seem to glue themselves together and stay shut, the fatigue takes over. His chest rises and falls with the slow deep steady rhythm of his breathing, your own relaxing and falling in time to match.

"You need sleep my dearest," you tell him gently.

"Nm-mmm" a gentle shake of his head no.

"Would you like a story?" you offer, in a light joking tone.

You hear him snort derisively, "No" he rumbles into you and leans more into your chest and rests there comfortably.

"But you could do with the rest,"

"I said no" the husky tone came out forcefully, yet still gentle and not threatening or angry in tone.

"I'm awake, I don't feel like talking right now," you smile at that as his eyes remain firmly shut.

"Okay, I'm sure you are," you say as you go back to soothingly rubbing his head and playing with his ears.

It was only minutes later, that a soft snoring noise escaped his nostrils, his chest rising and falling with each breath he drew into his lungs deeply.

"That's what I thought," You hum, before picking up your book that lies beside you. You watch him contently as you go back to the book, reading it one-handed, while the other plays with his head and massages it to hopefully help soothe him. He nuzzles against the soft material and soft surface and moulds to its warmth. You swear the big pale grumpy man is like a cat that acts all gruff, but then once fed and taken care of, and offered comfort. He just can't get enough of the cuddles.

"You'll learn to relax someday" you muse warmly to the now-asleep sorcerer in front of you. A long deep and soft breath leaves Quan Chi, his body is sinking deep into slumber, and the previous agitated and unsettled feeling seems to have fallen away from him as the weight of sleep finally engulfed him.

You've been reading for hours now, before feeling Quan Chi move against your thigh, you immediately put your book down and set your attention back on him. He mumbles incoherently to himself as he stirs. It's cute how his expression shifts and he pushes against you again, his nose wrinkling in discomfort and eyes still glued shut. Eventually, he yawns and blinks his bleary and still slightly unfocused and dilated eyes slowly open and gaze upon you, taking in his surroundings.

He glances around as though uncertain or confused for a few seconds and then clears his throat. You stroke his back, soothingly. He lets out another yawn, stretching languidly, the movement spreading the pale expanse of skin wide open like a bird, all bone and sharp angles. The shadows caress his form as if made just for that. Your touch causes a shiver, a slight groan leaving his lips as he shifts. His eyes lock with yours, a lazy and lop-sided smile, slowly spreading across his lips.

"Afternoon sleepy-head," your smile is warm and teasing,

He tilts his head in confusion, "Oh...It's not morning anymore," his voice is low and groggy, but sounds significantly better compared to his previously rough and cracked voice. "What happened? Did I actually fall asleep? I must've been more hungover than I first realized" a small amused huff is heard.

"I'd assume so, welcome back to the land of the living," you joke softly hoping his migraine has dissipated. He props himself up onto his elbows and kisses your cheek, smiling affectionately at you. His pupils seem dilated more than usual, showing that he's not completely recovered yet.

"Glad I'm alive and not hungover," he remarks wryly as a wide grin stretches over his mouth.

"You're more smiley and affectionate than usual," you whisper as his fingers thread in with your hair and bring his face closer, the smell of morning breath hits you, but he doesn't seem to notice as his lips lock with yours, kissing the sides of your lips and face tenderly before diving back into your mouth and letting out a content sigh. He moves and then lays next to you on the bed, his arm hooked around your waist comfortably with his chest touching your shoulder. He lies next to you comfortably before shutting his eyes and enjoying the soft and sweet kiss, allowing the room to quiet and peaceful moment between the two of you to linger, and revelling in the intimate touches and comforting silences. You chuckle at him breaking the kiss.

"Guess the nap did some good,"

He blinks owlishly several times, like a cat when catching the sunlight, not fully awake and coming back to reality yet.

"Why is that?" you watch his sleepy eyes and smile softly at his dreamlike appearance. You tap his nose affectionately. His face scrunches, giving you a wry smile with his tongue between his teeth, the crooked side of his lips tilt up at the corner.

"You seem rather touchy-feely"

A sheepish expression flickers briefly on his features and he blushes at the implication and quickly hides it by kissing you deeply, nipping your lip. When the kiss breaks you can't help but tease him,

"No biting we aren't having another issue like last time," you tease him lightly, pressing a soft kiss to his lips and laying your forehead against his in an affectionate gesture, your fingers trailing along the sensitive spots on the nape of his neck that send delightful tingles down his spine. His dark eyelashes brush against your skin.

"I can't promise no bites but none that will do damage like that again," his expression remains impassive as always but you feel a flash of pain in his words and regret.

"Hey, everything's okay." You squeeze the hand that lays on his belly tightly as you watch him. "I didn't mean to upset you, I'm sorry." He's taken aback by your statement and apology. A brow twitches upward.

"I should apologise," he retorted, his face set in its usual stern frown as his dark eyes seemed to glitter in the light and bore holes into yours, "You are far too forgiving,"

He presses his nose against your ear and breathes, sending a shiver down your spine, his hand smoothing over your face tenderly and he nuzzles into the crook of your neck breathing gently and nuzzling further, his arms slipping around you pulling you close as if seeking comfort, seeking reassurance. You feel his body tense suddenly before he pulls away and stands up quickly rushing to the bathroom. You lay on the bed as you watch him move. After a moment the sounds of him vomiting echo out of the bathroom, you frown forgetting that he's still dealing with a wine hangover.

You stand and follow him. He's holding the toilet for dear life, you place a cool wet washcloth on his forehead and hand him a cup of water, stroking his back reassuringly as you squat on the ground to check on him.

"Not a good sign," you murmur as he downs the cup and hangs on the bowl again.

"How bad was I?"

"You were touchy but didn't try anything if that's what you're wondering,"

Quan Chi's face remains neutral but his mind seems elsewhere, staring blankly at nothing, eyes vacant and dark.

"No..."

"Was that a good enough response?" He nodded dumbfounded, looking confused and worried, "You got pretty drunk last night, you seemed quite intoxicated when you openly told me to basically 'fuck you' to me. I then had to lull you to sleep,"

"I apologize" is a genuine apology from him. He has another rough violent spazm as his stomach tries to evacuate more bile.

"Well, you could be a lot more vocal," you wink playfully.

"Stop that, this isn't the time to be funny. Just rub my back again please,"

You comply and try to not make it obvious as you blush hard and suppress the giggle that wants to slip. The bareness of his chest and strong physique is simply a great sight. Especially when you can trace every line of muscle as you massage him with each tremble or tightness. He goes limp against the toilet, sweat glistening on his forehead, his neck flushed red as he pants heavily. A weak moan escapes his parted lips, he is still awake, and conscious of what he's doing and you're helping alleviate some of that stress and strain, along with that nauseous feeling of needing to vomit.

"Is there anything I can get you?"

"Please just stay here, even if it's not very attractive,"

"Nothing about this is unappealing," you answer, feeling him shudder and tense at the compliment before retching again, you rub his back again until another wave ends and he cranes his head skyward to breathe and try and fight the need to keep throwing up. You pick up a fresh and cold cloth and replace the previous one. You flush and offer another clean and cool glass of water. Your eyes study his form, the sheen of sweat glistening upon his toned skin, muscles taut under the strain of the ongoing discomfort. He gasps desperately for air as his entire frame trembles weakly and is finally finished for the moment. He is pale and looks exhausted and thoroughly worn out from the exertion.

"I'm still here, are you feeling any better?"

"I-I'm alright," his voice is faint and barely audible, but there's definitely a quiver to it that betrays his stoic mask, "This is humiliating,"

"Stop, don't get upset, I'm here to help and I wouldn't change the fact that I have you here"

He nods and huffs out a heavy sigh before sitting up to sip the water and lay his head on your shoulder.

"Just take a slow deep breath, my love, you've got to relax so it'll stop the need to dry-heave,"

He draws a shaky breath through gritted teeth as he lays a clammy and cold palm against his abdomen, "The wine gave you more than you bargained for. You overdid it like crazy last night," you coo and pet his head gently down his neck and spine hoping to relax his body a bit.

"Don't look at me, I am going to make you sick," He swallows thickly as the last of his nausea subsides enough, "The sight and smell may trigger your own gag reflex."

You take that into account and gently press your hand against his tight stomach in support.

"I haven't yet have I?" You ask as you place a warm kiss on the back of his neck.

His whole body shudders and he curls in tighter around you,

"No, you haven't" he muttered low, the tone heavy with the after-effects of the nausea. One of his hands presses against yours on his stomach, almost as if he can feel you through the taut flesh.

"Did you just want me to go away for a while so you could vomit alone?"

"Yeah, the wine is giving my digestive system a thorough workout, I've not had this bad of a hangover in ages," a dry laugh follows.

"If you drink like this again, it won't be the vomiting that'll get you," your threat is empty both of you know it. But the gasp that followed has you smirking as his skin flushes from a warm pink to a deep crimson and his cheeks stain a faint pinkish-red tinge.

"Y/n..." the low murmur vibrates in his throat, he says your name with such care and gentleness, that he doesn't finish, just sighs tiredly as the nausea seems to be leaving him slowly.

You run a finger along the expanse of his ribs and spine, sending goosebumps to erupt over his skin, his spine stiffens before the shoulders relax. It seems he had tensed his muscles from the feeling and he purred at the sensation of them being freed and unwound, relaxing under your ministrations.

"Oh my, you just had an involuntary full-body shiver,"

"Keep doing that and my back will snap," he whines against you as he lets out a blissful exhale at how relaxed his body feels,

"I can't have you snapping in half now can I?" You answer jokingly but you give him one more sweep up and down the arch of his spine before finishing. You kiss the side of his neck as you do, making him practically purr again in contentment, relaxing fully as you caress him so intimately.

You hear the audible sounds of a crackling or crunching as you sweep over his back once more and he tenses for a brief second and hisses. You put pressure on one area as his joints seem to protest loudly at this.

"Easy, just breathe," you instruct.

He takes a few deep breaths before there's a loud pop and a low growl is heard. Your fingers rest over the source of the noises, his lower spine, a lot of pressure had built up there,

"That was a good pop, I hope that feels a bit better," you purr in his ear lovingly as he sighs and tilts his head slightly upwards with eyes still shut.

"All these muscles and tensions being soothed is so rewarding,"

"Clean up a bit and come back to bed, I'll see if I can relax your back a bit more," you say softly kissing his ear as you stand up and stretch standing near him, not willing to leave him alone. He groans and picks himself up from the toilet, looking down at the contents before flushing it.

"It would've been better had I thrown up less acid," his lip curled into a sneer as he could still taste and smell his own vomit in his mouth. He stands hunched over next to you as he washes his face, brushing his teeth, and using mouthwash. You offer him your hand once he's done to lead him to bed.

"Feeling any better,"

"Actually yes," he answers, his tone confident, the firm tone present once again, indicating he's slowly getting over that terrible feeling of a hangover.

"Lay back and relax," you instruct, watching his expression change for a fraction of a second, brows raised high and cheeks pinked,

"Do what you like but please help me forget I threw up," a light dusting of pink remains on the bridge of his nose.

"I will, but lay on your stomach for me," you press as you gesture him to lay down and he hesitantly obeys your request and positions himself with his face facing sideways and his head resting on a pillow to watch you. You sit on his legs as you begin to press onto his back again feeling for tension and areas that need to 'pop' a bit.

He lays there watching as best he can as if waiting for you to break his trust now that you have him this vulnerable and unprotected.

"Where are you the tensest?"

"Shoulder blades, spine, and cervical spine" He replies automatically without any hesitation at all, you hum in response quickly moving to help relax him. You roll your knuckles down the vertebrae in his spine to the base of his back feeling them crack and the skin stretching, almost pulling back with each successive release. At the same time, your palms press into his shoulder blades, he makes an effort to not make sounds of relief as you work, but an occasional quiet sound of happiness slips out.

"Cervical spine please," he mumbles, his chin buried in the pillows, eyes already shut and heavy. You know that part can be a sensitive area, especially when you first begin to apply pressure. He tenses up briefly before letting the feeling settle in, then he sinks lower as his breathing slows and his shoulders relax under the motions and movements, and finally, after an intense moment, there's a crack or crunch that comes from his neck as everything slots back into place and the stress dissipates as you massage the tense spots.

He lets out a breathy moan of relief as his head lolls a bit to the side and a smirk graces his mouth, his cheeks flush and his breathing is still calm. "Feel good?"

"Yes," his reply is a hiss between his teeth.

You can feel a large knot between his shoulders as you press your fingertips into his neck and a shudder goes through his whole body as his teeth are clenched tightly.

"Scale of 1 to 10 how sore is that?"

"Two," his voice is terse with discomfort, it makes his answer almost a growl, You can tell he's lying and press more firmly with several fingers.

"Then it shouldn't hurt when I use both of my hands on it roughly," you say as you begin to place both hands under his shoulders. He flinches violently, drawing a ragged breath, and letting out a strangled cry that would've been a scream. His arms tensed before curling in closer to him. It's clear he's fighting the urge to writhe or shake your hands off as you move deeper.

"That's what I thought, what is it really at Quan Chi?"

"Infinity," his voice comes out forced, you smile to yourself at him trying so desperately to not show weakness by letting his true feelings slip. You chuckle and begin to ease off the spot. You work much softer and gentler. His face contorted slightly at the pressure being applied, his jaw clamped hard and you could swear you hear his teeth grinding together, you also see his hands clutching the blanket under him with a vice-like grip. You begin to lean towards his ear to whisper comfortingly. He lets out an audible, loud swallow and his fingers dig further into the fabric beneath him,

"Easy, Breathe," you pause and speak calmly into his ear, your hot breath on the skin causing his breathing to become ragged. The actions that normally caused him to squirm uncomfortably now evoke an even bigger response. His eyes snapped shut his jaw went slack as his breathy exhales were loud and hoarse. The feel of his pulse throbbing hard under the skin of his throat. He trembles, his eyes wild as he fights the feeling. His features twist with it, his brow knitting, and a hint of a grimace forming. You pull away giving him a moment to relax again, this spot must really bother him.

"Quan Chi?" you say as you squeeze his arm reassuringly and he nods for you to continue.

"Don't worry this shouldn't hurt too bad," you place both hands on either side of the large knot between his shoulder blades and push your thumbs against his back softly. His breathing remains controlled for the first few seconds then he moans deeply with each exhalation.

"Easy," you breathe softly in his ear and repeat your actions again putting a little bit more pressure as you use the pads of your thumbs. He opens his mouth and a long drawn and muffled whine seeps out, his entire body trembles under your touch, "Try to not be stiff and just try to focus on my hands okay?" You say in a soft and soothing voice, tracing the lines and knots to coax his body to relax.

He squirms as you keep pressing, letting your knuckles sink and twist over the edges and knots, earning from him the occasional groan or breathy curse. He still isn't used to the odd, although not unwelcome, attention, and you watch as his muscles clench and then relax one after another, slowly he relaxes, and you keep up with the pattern. Your gentle treatment seems to be the thing to melt him, slowly and surely his body loosened and his tense form eased, relaxing even more at your ministrations. As you go lower to the centre of his back you press on his spinal columns individually making each one crack and pop back into place as he breathes and just melts further into the bed.

"See how much easier it is when you relax instead of trying to fight me," your words come out just above a breath as his entire body relaxes even more.

"Y-yes," He agrees as he settles fully, taking slow, easy breaths to relax and calm. Your fingers press lower and deeper on his lower back working on the tense and knotted muscle, "Hah... yeah that,"

"How much better does that make it feel now?" you tease pressing his body close.

His only answer is another happy moan, and his body becomes pliant to your touches. Your hands go along his thighs and down to his calves as you focus on releasing more pressure knots on his muscles, sinking more heavily into the mattress, groaning, panting and looking at you through the corner of his eye. You begin to massage your way back up his body from his calves. His thighs tremble, as your hands slowly close and squeeze the muscles, running them up the inside, over the tight ass that's shaking with strain under each strong and smooth stroke, and over his hips and up the sides, pressing deep and soothing the painful pressure knots. He hisses, body tense yet melting at the same time and shivering, and then you move away. His body practically arched off the bed and a low, relieved moan rips from his throat as you give the length of his spine a single caress from head to tailbone.

"I'm sure that felt good. Was the pain and ache that bad in your lower back?"

"It's been killing me, thank you" His tone is content, relaxed, and nearly spent. You can tell he's happy by the lazy, lust-filled daze, and you can see the thin coat of sweat forming over his skin.

"I'm glad I could help you in your time of need dear," you reply gently caressing the sides of his torso.

His frame shuddered as his breathing had now reached a state where it had steadied, was deep and measured, his ribs expanding as his lungs drew in oxygen and expelled it in a calm, relaxed, and even fashion. A sense of accomplishment washed over you when it's clear it is doing the job it's meant to do.

"My neck feels much lighter now," his eyes are still closed as the last word is breathed out, and his voice is even heavier than before, the most tired and satisfied of all, making a shiver run down your spine.

"Do you think I can work my magic on your mind as well?" You say in an inviting and almost sensual tone. You are kneeling up beside him, admiring your work, but not finished with your treatment.

"Possibly," the dry and almost disinterested answer doesn't hold the same contempt as usual and you have a good idea of the state of mind he's in.

You sit beside him and draw his head on your lap, your other hand traces his tattoos kneading into the flesh of his bald skull. He inhales deeply, a smile curling the corners of his mouth, he almost looks a bit lost, the face of pure serenity and his mind finally becoming quiet, his whole demeanour calm.

"How's your headache and nausea?"

"No headache and I'm not nauseous, thanks to you"

You kiss his forehead affectionately, "I'm glad to have been able to help."

He holds the position, sighing softly as he lets himself relax fully under your touch. It isn't long before his body has relaxed fully. "Ah, Y/n... your presence, your very touch is intoxicating. No amount of wine could ever replicate this feeling."

"Mhmm, I hope you keep the sensation for a long time my dear."

His head shifted and turned slightly upwards as his gaze met yours. His eyes held a curious yet pleasantly surprised look about them. "This is such a relaxing moment," His voice is deep and his tone warm.

"You enjoy being taken care of Quan Chi, admit it. I enjoyed caring for you," you tease petting his scalp and giving his chest a playful poke with a finger, your free hand massages the tightness that seems to persist in the crook of his neck.

He remains silent on the matter, a deep content smile across his features as you caress him as though he is a small child who is absolutely and positively in a blissful state of pure happiness.

"So stubborn, the silence makes me want to bring it to an end."

"And how are you going to accomplish that?" His mouth slowly opens, revealing a grin that is infectious. His eyes are not as stern or cold as they were the last time they met with yours, they were almost smouldering, dark, and seductive.

"You like this, and don't lie to yourself about it," his head rises up and he gets onto his hands and knees in front of you as the dark pools of his eyes lock on yours. You close the space, kissing his nose gently and move to get out of bed for the day. A firm hand grasping your wrist pulls you back, a firm torso meets your back as an embrace wraps around your abdomen, hands placing themselves on the middle of it, pressing in so that he holds you close and in place. "Aren't you forgetting something, my love," the name caused his voice to sound different, it wasn't the same commanding and dominant sound he had always had. It's more loving, and you feel your stomach flip in pleasure at this new sensation from him.

"I don't know, I'm quite forgetful why don't you tell me," you respond shrugging to emphasise your words.

"A thank you is in order," He looks almost disappointed in your lack of observation and seems to take his hands off you as if to give you the choice of whether or not to leave or stay, You just look up at him waiting got him to tell you what cryptic idea he has. "For every ministration you bestowed upon my weary and aching body, I am indebted and thankful," his lips grace against your neck for the briefest moment. You feel his hands caressing your skin softly as if trying to mimic what yours did for him.

You make an attempt to break out of the embrace with a mocking snicker, but his grip only tightens as he leans forward, almost growling.

"Will you please accept a reward for such devotion? Such hard work should not be overlooked, in fact, I'm in complete disbelief that you would care so selflessly for another. Why do you pay so much care to a broken, unhinged, and forgotten soul such as me?" You giggle before you answer him,

"Because I love you, and you deserve my kindness. Every time I give you my love and affection, I don't expect anything back. I hope you know that, Quan Chi." He makes a sound and his grip falters only briefly, but not entirely, you hear a deep and laboured sigh in your ear, it's as if you could feel his eyes softening, if that is even possible for a man like him. His strong, cold exterior has become something much more akin to a soft blanket covering you when you are the most vulnerable and need tender affection and comfort.

He lifts your chin to look at him, his face shows something of what looks like pure and sincere love, something you thought he had little to none.

"I..." he's lost his composure, as his tone has wavered, and he seems to struggle with something within his own mind.

"Speechless? Now I'm impressed"

"You..." He looks torn as if something is fighting him over control and the mask is beginning to slip, and a sudden vulnerability is showing itself. He looks terrified yet not for himself but rather what the ramifications may be and he wants to protect you, yet he hasn't said this directly. You turn in his hold to be sitting sideways, your neck thanks you for not making it crane up to look at his face behind you. You raise a palm to cup his cheek with the utmost gentleness and place your other hand atop his on your abdomen. The feeling is pleasant and causes you both to become absorbed in the other, basking in the presence of the other. You close the space, lips barely ghosting his.

"Quan Chi," you say the name almost like a prayer. His breath fans the very surface of your skin.

"Would you truly care about such a creature as I am?" he asks as he is transfixed by you, and he is seemingly waiting for some signal or hint of deception and anger. It is almost like he is afraid and it tears at his mind.

"Of course Quan, how can I not care about you? Just because you are different and unique in the most mysterious and sometimes infuriating ways possible doesn't mean you deserve any less love than a typical person."

His breath hitches in his throat, and his hands become shaky as the stress is released with each breath he takes. You kiss his forehead, resting yours upon his.

"Ah, perhaps your foolishly open mind is not such a flaw,"

"As opposed to your closed one?" You just lightly with a smirk,

His cheeks become flushed a vibrant red hue and you swear you could see the barest hint of a real smile start to spread. You cup his face, thumb tracing along his high and sharp cheekbones, and lean up for a chaste, featherlight, soft and passionate kiss. His entire body leans into yours, lips parting briefly to gasp then firmly press against yours, one hand cradles the back of your head while his other holds you close to him, fingertips lightly grazing along your back in soothing motions.

"Thank you, thank you..." He keeps repeating it, you feel him wrap his arms around your waist, holding your chest against his in an odd hug-like thing,

"Shhhhh," your palms come up to grasp the back of his head. You lightly massage his scalp to keep him quiet.

"But...why? How could you..."

"Because I trust you. I know you're a complicated and damaged being, but I can't stand to see you hurt and upset."

He presses himself to your body even further, keeping his face close to the crook of your neck, the closeness being intoxicating and dizzying to the mind. His mouth parts against your neck, placing kiss after kiss as if trying to express what you mean to him. You're flattered by his gesture. It is not one you expect.

"Have you not listened to a word I have ever said? Trust will be your undoing. Those foolish thoughts in your head will bring nothing but pain. They never bring happiness. Always and forever there will be suffering," Quan Chi was muttering against your neck in between the kisses.

"And yet they haven't, they have led me to you, and you to me, I'd like to think that in some way our destines are interwoven," you rest your hand at the nape of his neck, scratching the scalp and playfully pinching the nape between your nails.

"Hmfp," He mumbles against your neck, face burrowing deeper in a flush.

"Don't be a sour puss Quan," You nudge his shoulder.

He looks at you and, for a few moments, he appears lost for words. "Well, they are fortunate ones, perhaps."

"Come on, let's get up for the day, you're still in nothing but your underwear," you giggle as you kiss his cheek happily.

"Am I now? It had completely escaped my notice," sarcasm practically oozing from every syllable.

You stand and he moves closer to the edge of the mattress sitting up with an unhappy look.

"I know you'd like to keep me in your arms, in bed for the rest of eternity, but I know Fujin will come looking for me. I don't think either of us would like him to see you in such a state of undress," you say, mocking an overly sweet tone watching how a look of displeasure crosses his mind at the idea.

"Perhaps another time?" He tries, the look in his eye pleading. You hadn't noticed before but now, as his attention was completely focused on you, you saw a lightness and peacefulness to him, something you couldn't quite explain.

"Another time, we'll just lounge around in bed all day, I promise."

With a brief flicker of a genuine smile, he cups your face bringing you back to him again and you press a gentle and slow kiss to his forehead, He whispers in your ear,

"I would very much like that,"

Your face breaks out in a toothy grin as you pull away to kiss his lips gently, his hands holding your cheeks and cupping them. You stroke the side of his skull in response.

"Soon then, I shall give you what you desire. That which you so obviously crave, my love," he's wearing a dreamy look as his voice becomes even more intense and smooth, an effect your tender actions have caused. You grab his pants and toss them at him which he catches easily with a laugh and puts them on while standing up to put on the rest of his things.

After getting dressed, he saunters towards you in slow and calm motions and sweeps you up into his arms, looking at you and speaking softly,

"You truly are something else, I can't help but want and desire every inch of your being," the compliment is taken gratefully and you kiss his head again.

"My desire for you is just as potent dear,"

He chuckles quietly, wrapping his arms around you and pressing himself closer, "No truer words have ever been uttered."

...

You sat watching the final matches with Fujin next to you and the rest of Earthrealm's champions watching with bated breath as Kotal Kahn and Shao Kahn fought viciously against one another. Quan Chi was at your side as he sat with his legs crossed, and as you glanced at him from the corner of your eye, you thought he was completely engrossed in the final match until your fingers glid over his rough knuckles, which twitched in surprise at the intimate gesture, however, his posture did not change but the look in his eyes gave his reaction away to your simple touch. When you retract the contact, the slight tilt of the corners of his lips into the briefest smile and his hand is turning and catching your own in his.

"Dare you, to try to take it back," his whisper is gruff, and the slight curl of his fingers around your hand is enough to convince you not to pull it back, knowing full well what his reaction to being taunted and toyed with would be.

"I would think twice about that unless you wish to experience a most unpleasant night of unrest, my dear,"

"Oh, what would happen to me, a big, powerful necromancer to such a helpless and delicate thing like me?" You're playing with fire and you know it, in the corner of your eye you see Fujin move and can hear Raiden approaching. You snatch your hand from Quan Chi quickly sending him a look as an apology before mouthing 'Raiden's here' to him and Fujin shifts away, pretending to have fallen asleep to not deal with his brother. Quan Chi's look at you as Raiden approached held the intensity and boldness of an animal before an impending fight. It is not an appealing sight. His teeth bared a bit in an almost menacing snarl, jaw set tight and muscles tense, his eyes burning holes into you while a frown formed over his lips as if trying to communicate to you, what exactly, you do not know but the reaction from Raiden is worth it,

"Quan Chi? What business do you have here? Or were you simply waiting for the others to be busy to try and kidnap her again? My patience for you is thin. Why is Y/n sitting with you? Come here now and leave with me." He gives an almost incredulous stare to the two of you which grows colder by the second as if Quan Chi was doing something obscenely immoral.

"I'm okay," you squeak out as Fujin pretends to wake up knowing that this might go badly.

Quan Chi glares at the thunder god in an attempt to ward him off, but it only causes Raiden to bristle at the display before taking you by your arm roughly to rip you from the necromancer's side and lead you away to safety.

"Ow, Raiden let go your hurting me," you whine in his hold as he turns you to face him and fixes you with his hardened expression.

"It is far better if you stay with someone who can keep you safe," Raiden scoffs as he addresses Quan Chi, his blue eyes sparkling and fiery as he speaks.

"Quan Chi isn't going to hurt me! Besides Fujin is right next to me! Now let go!"

"Do not speak to me as though I do not have any foresight, Y/n" Raiden's fingers dig deeper in your forearm. It hurts, you can already feel it bruise as you shake him off and snatch your arm away.

"Please, why can't we talk?" Fujin interjects with a warm look and soft tone in a bid to keep everyone calm and out of danger. "You have never given Y/N a reason to not listen, and if they want to listen, they shall."

The air around Raiden charges with static, the ground rumbling with tremors,

"Listen to yourself!" Raiden yells and tries to shake his brother to reality, "I cannot have anyone's safety compromised because of some naive beliefs,"

"She isn't some fool Raiden! She isn't a little girl anymore to be kept away or hidden from everyone." Fujin raises his voice to his older sibling, face hardening. "If I trusted her then perhaps you should too." You can see the welt and bruising from Raiden's grip, it has small lines that look as if you were struck by his lightning, it stings each time he moves or tightens his grip. You wince in pain, seeing Quan Chi eye the discolouring bruise, the burning heat behind his gaze and his expression makes you shiver.

"Raiden, he's my boyfriend, not our enemy!" You hiss out in pain, Fujin's face was growing colder.

"Your WHAT??!" He bellows, eyes locking onto the pair of you. His hold loosened enough for you to rip your bruised arm away from his painful grip. Quan Chi and Fujin are quick to pull you further from the enraged thunder god.

"We will speak of this back home after the tournament," Raiden hissed in a violent tone through his teeth before disappearing in a bolt of lightning. Your arm throbs as the bruise comes more to the surface, lines that look like electricity seem to spread from the bruise. Raiden wasn't careful of his powers and it seems to have caused you actual pain. Fujin brings you in for a gentle and quick hug to check you over to see the discolouration on the arm.

"Please let me see," his voice has softened to be soothing and calm. As he reaches to touch the welt his movements are cautious and his white eyes flash at the feeling under his fingertip, they close for a moment. "I'm so sorry, he knows better than to do this to you," Fujin's voice is disappointed and sorrowful. Quan Chi holds you close to him as he watches Fujin like a hawk. Your eyes trail back to the fight watching Kotal and Shao bloody and bruised from their ongoing fight, they have gone silent as it had intensified. They seem to be equals for a moment or two before Shao falls to his knees from exhaustion. Kotal hits him hard with a flurry of rage-filled hits wanting the man to crumble before him, keeping him in his tiny dominion of Outworld, letting the monster leave and lick his wounds.

The roar of the crowd silences. A quick and swift knockout leaves Kotal victorious, you grin watching as Kotal breathes heavily as he regains himself and looks around the arena. His eyes are red.

Shao is unresponsive. His minions and soldiers look downcast. You wonder if they might have been expecting his reign to continue indefinitely. You cannot feel anything but pride for the Outworld Kahn, he had done Earthrealm a great favour, and one of the hardest battles was won.

...

You stand next to Fujin and Quan Chi, anxious to talk with Raiden about your relationship with Quan Chi. Your skin feels clammy at the idea, knowing that this can and more than likely will go horribly. As if Quan Chi could see your apprehension he places a comforting hand on your arm and a simple, chaste, and yet tender kiss to the forehead, you sigh in contentment, relaxing into the act. The bruise that Raiden gave you looks so angry against your skin, you hope it will show him that his anger has dangerous consequences if turned towards someone again. Fujin gives you a pitying look before focusing his attention back on his brother Raiden who walks out of the temple to stand before the three of you.

"Speak" His voice is booming and all of your tension returns.

"Quan Chi and I are dating...A couple, and I-"

"Do you really believe he loves you and isn't just using you to manipulate us?" Raiden was interjecting to the point where he completely cuts you off, Quan Chi frowns at the sight of you becoming so tongue-tied and nervous; scared even.

"I love them, you don't have to like it or our relationship, but you must acknowledge it and give them a chance, Raiden," Quan Chi growls low in his throat, the hand touching your arm protectively moving up to hold your back gently.

"How could you not want me to see the good in him? You have always wanted me to see the good in everyo-"

"He is the exception to such rules Y/N," he cuts you off with a pointed and heated glare and his hand goes up. He interrupts as he does often when frustrated. His eyes snap up to Fujin's, "They're a fool,"

"They are happy, when was the last time you saw their smile match their eyes?" Fujin challenges in a hushed whisper, "It is not worth harming them in anger, not again." Fujin hissed as he gestured to your bruised arm. It had stopped hurting, but it still looked like you had lightning strike it and run up your arm. Raiden stares at the bruise and falters when he sees your discoloured skin, you look to Quan Chi who holds you closer as if feeling your discomfort, he kisses your temple as if to offer some amount of comfort.

"I...damaged them."

"Yes you did Raiden," you sigh as you pull away from Quan Chi briefly, his fingertips brushing your hands, looking for something to take to ease his tension. You don't know whether it's best to give him your hands or not, but as he sighs as your hand stays in his. His eyes have grown misty, a clear sign that he needs your company and his mouth forms a thin line as he searches for anything else to look at but Raiden, who still stares at you with a guilt-ridden look,

"Look at me Raiden, not my appearance but ME, the person I've become. I am happy and safe with Quan Chi, he isn't manipulating me or my thoughts, in fact, he protected me from Kano at the tournament. You weren't there to protect me, he did,"

Raiden pauses and gives a questioning look to Fujin who nods, he pauses and steps towards you, looking down at your arm, then back at how Quan Chi holds your hand rubbing soothing shapes into it.

"He did, did he?" He turns to Quan Chi whose demeanour becomes hard and defensive.

"I did." Quan Chi hisses back, and a protective arm holds you closer to him. "I stepped in when that cretin started grabbing her," the sound of a voice full of conviction and protection sounds strange coming from him. The sound makes you shiver. Fujin can see his brother's conflict between you and his once-sworn enemy, before either of you can comment, Fujin steps between the two of you with a kind and gentle smile.

"Brother, I even trust their safety with him. Quan Chi did her no harm in protecting her from that disgusting pervert."

"So you both have more faith in my enemy than I do," his words sting as his electric eyes turn and seem to flash in your direction. The slight threat of punishment for ignoring his rules weighs heavily. But you move slightly in a way that the bruise comes back into view making his expression soften. He steps back and regards the two of you, standing and still not removing yourself from the protective presence.

"For now, they may be happy," he mutters and glares at Quan Chi before he stares back down at the bruise, "Y/N, forgive me." It is spoken quietly. He brings the palm of his hand to your injury, the soft light of his healing light glows as it passes through your body, the light washing over the discoloured skin. His hand touches it slowly to assess the damage. It vanishes slowly. You're speechless when you see it vanish and touch the spot where it once was, all the damage was repaired and you were left untouched again.

"I do not wish to see you unhappy, while it pains me to see you with our sworn enemy-"

"I can handle him just fine. Fujin has watched me put him in his place more than once," you cut him off in a stern tone as Quan Chi watched you carefully. He smiled ever-so-slightly at you and a noise akin to a laugh sounded from his throat.

Raiden watches the two of you incredulously, brows furrowed at the statement.

"You don't have to approve of my relationship, but I want you to trust me and my judgement, Raiden."

Quan Chi pulls you into an embrace and sighs, the stress of the conversation and of your interaction was enough to cause him some form of worry or unease. Though you think the scene wasn't exactly pleasant for him either and seeing Raiden heal you was a much nicer alternative to spending another sleepless and tense night away from him. The anger Raiden once wore began to subside into reluctant acceptance with the knowledge that Quan Chi cared for you, or at least held a very similar mindset that you did and his insatiable desire to be yours in return, an offer you could not easily refuse. Fujin watched his brother's internal struggle and moved close to his side to whisper reassurances to him.

Raiden seemed to cave in a sense as if sensing your concern for the well-being of those involved. "If this is what you wish...it shall be so, though the actions will still take some getting used to..."

He closed his eyes before whispering,

"...and Y/n..." you nodded in recognition and listened as he spoke, "I must do you the justice of believing you'll do what's right, do not get tangled in things you aren't meant to be, not even for love or hate."

He turns away with his eyes closed, slowly returning to the temple and with a final look, he is gone. Fujin speaks,

"Well, that was surprisingly better than I expected him to react...it is a step in the right direction regardless...that is all that matters," Fujin smiled before walking into the temple waiting for the two of you to come inside.

Quan Chi kept a hold of your hands as you led him. He had pulled away from you for a brief moment, seemingly searching for something or trying to focus on something else rather than being too close.

"We'll go to my room, you and Raiden won't interact I promise." You tell him, looking back and locking gazes with Fujin who moves his arms to point forward. Your fingers lacing with Quan Chi's slowly and with a slow, subtle movement of your own, pulling him forward.

He follows you reluctantly into your bedroom, the door closing behind the two of you. It feels so familiar to have him in here again. Your eyes lock onto each of the gifts he gave you. He hadn't taken back any of it, they are still there, left exactly as they had been. As he turns to face the direction you face his face grows warm when he notices. You see his breath hitch at the sight of him realizing they're still there, he stays silent for a long while as you watch his eyes move from gift to gift. His eyes linger on the letters on your desk as if remembering writing each letter. His attention finally snaps back to you as if finally registering what was said and done. You smile as you walk up to him and press a kiss to his lips. You move past him quickly sitting on your bed as he moves to join you, pressing a gentle and chaste kiss to your forehead as he relaxes onto your bed. You feel as though you and your heart had found some strange piece that you hadn't noticed was lost. You smile when his thumb strokes the back of your hand, his face etched with something of adoration and calm, his face tilting up so his gaze can land on your expression. His dark eyes glinting mischievously. His mouth widens, "Well...this is surprising," He whispers in a hushed breath against the crook of your neck. You suppress the shivers that crawl down your spine and press another soft kiss to his temple.

"Surprising how?"

"All these gifts...you never threw them out?" The question is a whisper in your ear as his head burrows into your collar, you can see the start of a smile on his lips. Your answer is breathy and small in a murmur.

"...why would I...?"

He seems to think on this a few moments more before sighing and holding you in his arms. The only noise besides breathing and the beating of hearts can be the pattering of the rain falling on the window. The day is far from finished, yet it feels that all time stands still for this moment. His breath is a calming wave over you as you see his dark eyes close in sleep, as the minutes crawl by. His arm loosens his grip but stays holding you close to him. You take his other hand as it releases and allow the fingers to weave with yours before moving up to his lips to graze the surface of the skin, watching it for any changes as if wondering how anyone could be so delicate, yet brutal. His kiss was gentle. Everything was a blissful tranquillity. And as the peace washes over you, and Quan Chi, for the first time, you think perhaps everything is going to be okay. Your eyes close. His breathing was a gentle reminder. The rain tapping softly outside was the perfect backdrop for a well-needed cuddly nap.

...

If you haven't read part one you can find it here!

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[littledeadtwig]

Shut off you

I shut off my phone to avoid,

I shut it off to shut off you

There’s so many things left unsaid

A bed that is messily unmade

We made our bed now we have to lie in it

Anxious thoughts are the only things that keep me up now

What is love but shutting off and getting comfortable?

A monotonous vein that has been poked and prodded too much by a student nurse

My veins are filled with you, I miss the way you used to cry over me

I make my own time, you’ve left an uneasiness, an anxious piglet of sorts

What charlotte’s web fuckery can I do?

A fucking goddamn kitchen floor, with nothing but lazy jazz playing

I miss your tears,

I miss hearing about your fears,

I miss the loving stares,

I miss the declarations of love,

I miss the talks of the future,

I miss your loving face,

I miss the sparkly ring on my finger,

I miss watering into eachother,

I miss when you were in love,

I miss you.

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