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hotdamnhunnam · 4 years

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Teller What She Wants to Hear

A/N: So the idea behind this shameless piece of smut is that Jax Teller is a sex god who can straight up get you off with just the power of his dirty talk... because if anybody can, we know it’s THIS god of a man.

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, dom!Jax, teasing you in front of other men (but no actual sex in front of them), light choking, Jax getting you off at work (because hell yes office sex)

Word Count: ~1.9k

First time Jax Teller called you ‘bitch’ in bed, you practically exploded.

And he noticed. Noticed right away that being called his bitch had made your pussy twitch. That even just the slightest hint of dominance and degradation, coming from him, seemed to scratch your every itch.

“Well, damn...” his tongue flicked in a devilish dance across his luscious lips as he watched your eyes flutter in bliss, body trembling to death beneath his. “You really fucking like that, huh? You like being my dirty little slut?”

Holy shit. Too turned on to speak, needy and weak, you just spastically nodded. This man made you so goddamn desperate. So wet. You just tried not to drown in the flood. In that instant you knew you were born to be nothing but his fucking slut.

You came harder that night than you ever had, moaning like mad, while Jax kept up a mind-blowing stream of obscene dirty talk, as he ravaged your holes with his raging hard cock. Take it, whore. This what you want? This what you fucking live for? Taking this big dick so good in that tight little cunt? Fuck yeah, just like this. Scream for me, bitch. You want more? Want me to cum deep inside this sweet pussy or fill up that hot fucking mouth of yours? With each vigorous thrust of his hips Jax would press his lips closer against your ear, just to make sure you could hear, over your uncontrollable screams. Words straight out of your wildest dreams.

And the dream hasn’t ended, since then. Turns out your badass biker boyfriend is a literal god among men. Now he knows what his dirty words do, the sheer power that one filthy whisper can have over you, he gets off on exerting that power again and again and again.

Sometimes the cocky son of a bitch even dares to talk dirty to you in public, right in front of his club and his friends—working his wicked magic, teasing you about just how desperate you are for his big fucking dick, while the whole damn room watches and listens. You’d acted as if you were pissed off about it, the first time it happened. You weren’t. Loved it more than you liked to admit, but Jax knew it, and there was no need to pretend.

It went without saying that all the Sons respected you a ton, given your status as SAMCRO’s reigning First Lady, basically. But respect didn’t mean that they couldn’t indulge in a bit of fun, seeing you fall to pieces at the hands of the President. Sighing and shivering just from the force of the smutty words he murmured into your ear.

“Aye, Jackie Boy!” Chibs would cheer, spurring Jax on as you’d come undone just from the sound of your man’s painfully sexy voice. “Go on and give it to ‘er good, son. Tell ‘er what she wants to hear.”

It’s gotten to the point where Jax’s dirty talk can fuck you up more deeply and completely than his cock. Which is saying a lot, ‘cause that cock never fails to hit all of your spots.

But the pure fucking porn that pours out of that damn sinful mouth he’s got... God, you might fall apart just at the thought.

Which would be inconvenient, because you're at work right this moment. Stuck in the office late after a long exhausting day. Jax usually swings by at lunch for a much-needed lay, but some serious club business kept him away, and your pussy is aching and empty and super not fucking okay.

All you have are your thoughts of him sending you into a trance.

So you decide to walk the hallways for a minute just to stretch your legs, to try and take your mind off sex; can’t help but wonder if your boss or your friends in the office would notice if you slipped a hand in your pants...

That’s when you feel his telltale presence: the real boss of your ass, coming up from behind you now all of a sudden and casually taking that ass in his dominant grasp.

“Whatcha doin’ there, darlin’?” he asks, and already the sound of his low raspy voice in your ear has your toes curling. Only Jax Teller can make darlin’ sound like a foul thing dripping with sin.

“Jax...!” you gasp, swiftly turning to face him, so desperate to feel him and taste him, smiling while he traces your lips with his thumb. “I was just—um...”

He goes ahead and finishes the sentence for you as his deep blue eyes explore you. “Looks like you were thinking how badly you needed to cum.”

Fucking hell. Of course he could tell; Teller knows you so well. “You’re not wrong...”

“Never am,” he gloats—all too true—dropping one hand to caress your throat, knowing how badly you long to be choked, while his other hand slides toward the crotch of your pants. “But damn, Y/N, that’d be a very naughty thing to do. Even for a bad little bitch like you.”

You’re so horny right now that you don’t even care who might turn down the hallway and witness you two in plain view. Getting fired would be fucking worth it, to give in to this burning thirst. Need him so bad it hurts. “Naughty?” you innocently bite your bottom lip as you repeat the word. “What, getting off at work? You know it wouldn’t be the first...”

“Not that,” Jax cuts you off, voice gravelly and gruff. “Getting off without me. Without fucking permission. But you knew that already, hun—betcha just wanted to piss me off. Didn’t you. Damn disobedient slut.”

Ohhh God...

“Tell you what,” he grunts, using one of his fists to pin your hands against the wall above your head, the other reaching down to grope your cunt, throbbing and dripping wet. “I’ll give you one minute. That’s all your gonna get. You’re gonna rub that pussy up against my fist, pretending it’s my dick, and see if you can get yourself off just like this. 'Cause you’re a desperate little bitch who wants to get it in the middle of the fucking office. Better make it quick.”

Hoooly... fucking...

“Mmm, that’s it,” Jax goads you on, smirking in savage satisfaction as you grind your soaking heat against the blunt heel of his palm. “Look at you, fucking loving this. You kinky piece of shit.”

And then the cruel sadistic bastard shifts his hand off of your crotch, as if it wasn’t hard enough as is, to finish in a minute. Spends a few seconds groping at your tits—which definitely helps—but then the rest you’re gonna have to do yourself. Just from the sheer sound of him growling in your ear, the tightness of his grip upon your wrists, the way he finally clamps his other hand around your neck and chokes you with his ruthless fist, surrounds and drowns you in that dizzying distinctive smell of cigarettes and leather and of Jackson Fucking Teller. He knows his power feeds your pleasure. You are his, now and forever.

“You gonna cum?” he teases, pressing harder in your pulse point with his thumb. “You gonna cum for me, you dirty whore? Squirt all over the office floor?”

Yes sir. Yes sir. Can’t even breathe to tell the answer.

“Ten more seconds,” he mercilessly taunts. “Go on, you filthy fucking cunt. You know you live to give me what I want.”

Jesus Christ. There are no words left to describe what’s happening between your thighs. What little remains of your sanity, dignity, splutters and dies.

“That’s right. Cum for me. Cum for me...” Jax leans in even closer to your ear, huffing out the one word that you need to hear. Right fucking here. The word that started all of this, the word that never fails to ruin you completely: “... bitch.”

And you cum on the fucking instant, honestly harder than anyone should be able to cum. Let alone from without being touched. How is it even physically possible that you just had an orgasm? How dare this motherfucker just exist and effortlessly own your ass like this? But holy fucking fuck, you love it so damn much...

You have no sense of what exactly happens in the next few seconds; your whole body and soul have gone numb. Apparently Jax carried you quickly into the nearest bathroom, to clean you right up. You come back to your senses to find that he’s kissing you softly and sweetly, denying your pleas to get down on your knees ‘cause you’re dying to give him a blowjob. You can see clearly through his dark jeans that he’s hard as a rock, and you’re desperate to suck him clean, drain every drop of cum from his big beautiful cock...

“Maybe after we get home,” he says, as he finishes mopping up the mess of your explosive pussy juices. He strips off his leather kutte—no doubt he plans to take his flannel off next so that you can wear it as a makeshift dress, since your own pants are drenched and totally fucked over. He’s such a cruel master yet such a caring lover. “Babe, you need some more time to recover from how hard I just made you cum.”

“How hard you just made me...?!” you exclaim in protest, playfully punching him in the chest. “Pretty sure you had me doing all the work. Don’t be a fucking jerk.”

Jax flashes you a cheeky smirk, broad shoulders lifting in a shrug, and throws his hands up. “Okay. Whatever you say, bitch.”

And there it goes—that word still hits you hard from head to toe, though nowhere more so than your cunt. There’s only one way that your poor pussy knows to respond. Twitch.

At that, you hear him fucking chuckle as your knees buckle. You scowl at him; that twitch was almost more than you could take after your orgasm. Almost. The kinky slut inside you likes it, though. “Well, shit...”

Still laughing just a bit, Jax strokes your shoulder tenderly, blessing your forehead with a pure innocent kiss. “Yeah, I guess the B-word is off-limits. At least for a few minutes.”

“Or...” you cut in, lustfully licking your lips, “...well, I mean, now that you started this—we could just... maybe go at it again?”

He pauses for a second, smiling as he reaches to cradle your face in his hands. For some reason the silliest, filthiest moments are most often when his heart opens. You love when that happens.

“God, I fucking love you, Y/N,” he murmurs and means it, more than you’ll ever understand. Jax Teller fucks you like he owns you, knows it’s true—and yet deep down, in all the ways that count, you own him too. Both know his heart is yours.

“I love you more,” you answer, though your love is not the only reason why your heart has started beating faster. Now is not the time for sweet talk to distract; you’ll have to whip out some of your own dirty talk to get this sexy bastard back on track... “Now call me bitch again and shove me up against the bathroom door. Need you to fill me with that cock and fucking fuck me like I’m nothing but your filthy little whore.”

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missdelphinilestrange · 4 years

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1ST RULE — tag some muses you would like to know better.

@crucioslut @tmvoldemort @lokilaufeysonslytherin @thestrongestmagic

2ND RULE — BOLD the statements that are true for your muse.

current muse. Bellatrix Black - Bellatrix Lestrange

fc. For this blog there is no face claim

occupation. Student at Hogwarts, War Lieutenant / Dark Witch, Lieutenant to the Ruler of the Wizardry world, Delphi’s mother

age. 47 years old - Born. 1951 - 1998

Sexuality. Bisexual

APPEARANCE:

i am 5’7 or taller

i wear glasses

i have at least one tattoo - Azkaban tattoo on my neck, and a small rose tattoo on my left shoulder with this saying “i’m as pretty as a rose as long as you can look past the thorns that are my flaws” (not many know about the last tattoo)

i have at least one piercing - both my ears are pierced, along with the top of my left ear

i have blonde hair

i have short hair

my abs are at least somewhat defined - only because I workout a lot

i have or have had braces

PERSONALITY:

i love meeting new people

people tell me that i’m funny - humor is the only way I can really cope with my childhood trauma, so I’m often told I’m funny

helping others with their problems is a big priority for me - usually only with my sisters, or very close family. when Sirius broke out of Azkaban, I gave him a bit of my food that way he would have a bit of energy before going on the run, but I told him to tell no one I helped him

i enjoy physical challenges - it’s something that’s always been enjoyable for me, because going to the gym used to be the only way for me to escape my strict and controlling parents

i enjoy mental challenges - I’ve always been very intelligent above my years, and I set records in Hogwarts for perfect scores in all classes for my OWLs and NEWTs, so even as an adult, it’s fun to get a challenge

i’m playfully rude with people i know well - I’ve always been playfully rude or sarcastic to people I know well, because I can’t do that around my strict parents since they always said “sarcasm isn’t ladylike” or “acting like that won’t get you a husband” and my close friends and family know that I’m unruly and they accept me for that, which is why I act different in public than I do around my close friends and family

i started saying something ironically & now i can’t stop saying it - I always say “just because I kill people doesn’t mean that you can” to my youngest sister whenever she gets mad at someone. Ever since I watched Toy Story 2, whenever someone asks if I’m calling them a liar, I always say “well, if the boot fits” and then they usually punch me

there is something i would change about my personality - I wish I had the ability to stop rolling my eyes at every person I don’t like

ABILITIES:

i can sing well - singing as a child always helped me deal with whatever I was going through, so I started taking singing lessons

i can play an instrument - piano, guitar, flute, and violin

i can do over 30 push–ups without stopping - I often did push-up competitions with my friends and cousins as a child, and from that, I’ve gotten quite strong

i’m a fast runner - I used to run away from my problems as a child: quite literally, because when my parents would scream at me I’d start running away, so I learned to have a lot of stamina from a young age and run really fast

i can draw well - I always liked to draw pictures of my little sisters, and I ended up getting really good at it

i have good memory - I have really good memory, but a terrible attention span

i’m good at doing math in my head

i can hold my breath underwater for over a minute - This is because I used to go underwater while swimming and pull people down by their ankles just to scare the shit out of them because it’s funny. I stopped doing that though when I got kicked in the face

i have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling - this is because they’re either weak, or I cheated by kicking their shins which distracted them

i know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch

i know how to throw a proper punch - I’ve always been very strong, and I learned how to punch by doing boxing with one of my older cousins. many people talked bad about Andromeda after she was removed from the family in the summer before my seventh year at Hogwarts, and since I knew how to punch really well, I ended up sending a lot of kids to the hospital wing that year (probably a few hundred). After Sirius was removed from the family, I got in a lot of fights with my fellow death eaters because they were talking shit about him and it made me mad. Needless to say, people don’t DARE talk bad about anyone in my family anymore.

HOBBIES:

i enjoy playing sports - Quidditch

i’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else - During Hogwarts, Slytherin Chaser for Quidditch

i’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else

i’ve learned a new song in the past week

i work out at least once a week - I started working out as a kid (about 8 years old) because I wanted an excuse to get away from my parents. Then, when I was 10, the reason I worked out was because I was skinny but I didn’t have much muscle. When I was 12, the reason for me working out was because I was insecure about how short and skinny I was, and I wanted to be stronger that way I could beat the shit out of anyone that made fun of me for it.

i go on runs at least once a week - running was the way I got away from my problems as a kid, and I guess it just stuck with me

i have drawn something in the past month - I drew a picture of my little girl, Delphi, playing with the flowers in the garden

i enjoy writing - writing helps me to get rid of all the stress and anxiety that I always try to hide

i do or have done martial arts

EXPERIENCES:

i have had my first kiss - first year, I kissed Rabastan to see if Rodolphus would get jealous. It backfired and Rabastan ended up in the hospital wing. I guess Rodolphus was jealous.

i have had alcohol - when I was in my first year, a seventh year I was friends with sneaked a bottle of whiskey into the dormitory during one of the house parties. I’m just amazed we didn’t get caught

i have scored the winning goal in a sports game - in my second year during quidditch, right before the other team caught the snitch, I scored ten points, and because of that my team still won even thought the other team had the snitch

i have watched an entire season of a tv show in one sitting

i have been to an overnight event - Slumberparty at a friends house

i have been in a taxi

i have been in the hospital or er in the past year - I had to visit someone I beat up that way he wouldn’t press charges. In my defense, before I even hit the guy, he tauntingly said “what are you gonna do, hit me?” so it’s his own fault for being dumb enough to say that

i have beaten a video game in one day

i have been to another country - Germany, France, Italy

i have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts

RELATIONSHIPS:

i am in a relationship - Voldemort and Rodolphus

i have a crush on a celebrity

i have a crush on someone I know

i have been in at least 3 relationships - 100s throughout Hogwarts years

i have never been in a relationship

i have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them - Admitted feelings for Voldemort

i get crushes easily - especially throughout Hogwarts years

i have had a crush on someone for over a year - Voldemort

i have been in a relationship for over a year - Rodolphus and Voldemort simultaneously

i have had feelings for a friend - many times, especially during Hogwarts years

MY LIFE:

i have at least one person i consider a best friend - Narcissa

i live close to my school - only during Hogwarts years

my parents are still together - for some unknown reason, but yes

i have / had at least one sibling - two: Andromeda and Narcissa

i live in the United States

there is snow right now where I live

i have hung out with a friend in the past month - Narcissa

i have a smartphone

i have at least 15 CDs - Mostly classical music, but a few are American muggle music (but no one knows about the muggle songs, and they never will)

i share my room with someone - only during thunderstorms: sometimes thunderstorms are scary due to childhood trauma, so those nights are usually spent cuddled next to Narcissa for comfort and safety

RANDOM STUFF:

i have break danced

i know a person named Jamie

i have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce - as a child, the French piano teacher the Black family hired Jakob Fínêtyeá

i have dyed my hair - multiple times. once because Sirius and Lucius teamed up and put brown hair dye in my shampoo, and followed me around for weeks calling me Andromeda. the second time my hair was dyed was recently when Lucius put purple hair dye in my shampoo and followed me around calling me Nympadora Tonks

i’m listening to one song on repeat right now - “Teenagers” by My Chemical Romance because I’m emo as hell

i have punched someone in the past week - Lucius when he put purple hair dye in my shampoo and followed me around calling me Nympadora Tonks. Narcissa then yelled at me because I broke Lucius’s nose

i know someone that has gone to jail - me, and majority of my family / friends

i have broken a bone - (as an adult, running an errand that required to go to Hogwarts) the reason was because someone was talking behind Sirius’s back saying that he’s a disgrace to the Pureblood name, and I got in a fight with that kid. Sirius saw that both of us were bruised and bloody, but I didn’t tell him why, and I never will

i have eaten a waffle today - yes because I have a terrible sweet tooth

i know what I want to do with my life - as a student: teacher, artist, actress, ministry worker: unspeakable or working with magical objects. as an adult: writer, lieutenant death eater, artist, spell maker, singer, musician (not many people know about any of my jobs other than being a lieutenant death eater)

i know at least 2 languages (fluently) - English, German, French, Italian, Gaelic, Russian, Greek, Latin, Spanish (I come from a very culturally knowledgeable family, and intelligence is very important, henceforth why I know so many languages)

Idea From: @tmvoldemort

#bellatrix black #bellatrix lestrange #bellatrix #harry potter #hp #muse

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thesmalltowngal · 5 years

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Snowbaz 8- Magic, Books, and Sleepy Kisses

Otp Prompt #8: Simon is struggling trying to read a book for Magic Words- desperate, he asks Baz for help… (A variation of the Levi and Cath scene from Fangirl)

I just wanted to say that I had a lot of fun writing this one. It’s a little longer, but I’m really proud with the way it turned out!

I walk into our room to only to see Simon fucking Snow throwing a book (a book. I swear. It’s like he doesn’t know they’re sacred) onto his bed and tugging at his hair with frustration. I simply ignore him and walk over to my bed and try to focus on homework. But it’s quite hard to focus on Poli-Sci when your bloody roommate is exuding waves of magic so potent you can taste it. I look over to see him still on the first page of his book.

“Having trouble, Snow?” I try to say with extra malice and a sneer to get him back for throwing the book. His face is red and he rolls his eyes.

“Yes, it’s just this book-”

I cut him off and say, “I didn’t know you could read.” He holds my gaze, eyes watering

“That’s the problem you tit. I… I can’t read.” I just sit dumbfounded. The Chosen One doesn’t know how to read? Suddenly I feel bad for making fun of him about it.

“Can’t say I’m surprised, Snow. I always knew that your intellect didn’t go past that of a first year.” I spit, when all I really want to do is hold him and tell him it’s okay, Simon I can help you.

“It’s not that I can’t read. I can read. I just have trouble getting in all the words and remembering them. It’s like all of the words move around on the page…,” He looks over at me to see if I’m listening. I am. Understanding? That’s a different story. “And now I have to read this book called The Outsiders for Magick Words in two days and just… ugh. I can’t.” His eyes water and my arms just yearn to wrap around him and tell him it’ll be okay. But of course, I have a reputation to uphold. I just ignore him (without a sneer this time- I’m not completely cruel) and try to get back to my homework.

After a few minutes of trying (and failing) to ignore Snow, he pipes up again. “Hey, Baz?” My name comes out of his mouth comes out like honey. Soft and sweet. I look at him, silently telling him to continue. “You��re a pretty good reader, right?” I scoff but nod at him nonetheless. “Do you think you could… I mean I know we’re not friends, but- er, Baz what I’m trying to say is-”

“Spit it out.” I lace my voice with venom and sneer at him for good measure, but it doesn’t deter him from continuing to stutter.

“I, um… could you read to me?” I raise an eyebrow in answer, knowing he hates it when I do that. “Not the whole thing. I can get Penny to read some of it to me tomorrow. Just a few chapters?” I want to say no. I so desperately want to tell him to sod off and leave me be. But because he’s Simon Snow and I’m hopelessly in love with him and because I’m weak…

I say, “Oh for Christ’s sake, if you’re going to make such a big deal out of it,” I hardly ever swear like a Normal, but I momentarily forget how to speak when Simon looks at me with those big doe eyes. I get off my bed and make a big deal about stomping over to his bed and snatching the book out of his hands. Then I stomp back to my bed. I’ve read this book- The Outsiders- before. It’s quite a good book. I remember all of it. I could easily just give Snow the basic notes, but for some reason unbeknownst to me, (I totally know the reason, but I’m not just going to bloody well admit it) I decide to just read it to him.

We both get settled into our separate beds and I begin. “When I stepped out into the bright sunlight…” I’m trying to ignore Snow’s heated gaze on me as I read the words to him. At some point, I forget I’m reading aloud.

During a part in the book when Ponyboy describes the sleeping situation in their house, Simon can’t help but ask, “Darry and Soda… they seem kinda gay, right?” I just look over at him and that lopsided smile of his. I can’t help but let out a small laugh as well.

“Yeah, I guess they kinda are.” I continue reading the book, but when I get to the part where Ponyboy and Johnny run away, my voice starts faltering. My throat is scratchy and I can hardly read above a whisper. It gets to the point where Simon can’t even hear me.

“I can’t hear you, Baz,” He states simply. “Maybe we should stop?” I had been so consumed in the book that I barely even noticed when he spelled the lights off- his book was spelled to glow in the dark when it opened.

“No, it’s fine Snow. I just need some water, that’s all…” He hops right out of his bed and into our en suite, coming back a moment later with a glass of water held out to me. “Thanks.” I grab the glass from him and drink it all, setting the glass on the nightstand in between our beds. Simon still doesn’t make a move to go back to his own bed. I raise an eyebrow at him even though he can’t see me very well.

Without warning, he sits down on my bed, his back leaning against the wall and his legs spread out in front of him. I’m acutely aware of how our shoulders and hips touch. “What are you doing, Snow?” I sneer at him. It’s hard to sound menacing when your voice is minutes away from giving out all together.

“You can just whisper now.” He states simply. I don’t argue with him, and instead keep reading. A few more pages in, he stretches into a more comfortable position, laying down on my bed. I try not to say anything (for fear that my voice would hitch and give my pining away) when he grabs my arm and pulls me down to lay with him. Throughout the process, I don’t stop reading. It’s hardly necessary to read at all above a whisper when we’re this close. A moment later, he adjusts into a more comfortable position. It catches me off guard when instead of rolling to face the wall, he rolls onto his side to face me. I can see his face in the dark (moles and all) looking up at me. His eyes aren’t closed, but I can tell he’s getting tired. Frankly, so am I.

I don’t know why I roll over to face him, too. It’s like some external force physically rolls me that way. I can feel his breath (mouth breather) on my face and I scoot down a tad so we’re eye level. I can’t believe I’m still able to read (or breathe, frankly) when he puts his arm around me hesitantly and pulls me closer. I can’t believe I let him. Our foreheads are touching now and I feel as though I could spontaneously combust any second now.

We stay like this for a long while until our eyelids start drooping. We made good progress- we got to the part where the rumble was just about to start. I let the book fall shut and half-heartedly toss it over my shoulder. (Careful to not let it move Snow’s arm from around me). In fact, I lean in even closer until every single part of us is touching- except for our lips. My eyes fall shut and I feel them stick there. Just as I’m drifting off to sleep, I feel something on my lips. Something soft and oh so warm.

Simon Snow.

He kisses me and I slowly kiss him back. He does this nice thing with his jaw, and all I want is to be able to keep kissing him. But alas… I can’t stay awake any longer.

*Simon’s POV*

When I wake up, the first thing I notice is the strong smell of cedar and bergamot. All at once, everything that happened last night comes back to me. Baz is reading to me. I move to Baz’s bed. We’re laying together. I pull him closer. So tired. He tosses the book. Baz. Baz’s lips.

I let my eyes snap open and I see that it really wasn’t a dream. I’m in Baz’s bed and I hear him moving around in our en suite. Did I really kiss Baz last night? My enemy? A bloke? Yes, I suppose I did. And the best part is that I still remember everything from the book last night. I had no trouble retaining information when Baz was the one reading it me. But I also remember other things… the kindness of Baz when he said he’d help me. The soft touches. How instead of pushing me away, he pulled me closer. The way his breath felt. How soft his lips were. What’s the protocol now? How do we carry on? Do we talk about it? Does he just want to ignore it? I don’t really know what I want.

I’m just moving to get a new set of clothes when Baz comes out of the bathroom. His hair falls in a lazy wave in his face and I want nothing more than to reach out and tuck it behind his ear. We’re enemies. I know that. And wanting to do these things to him is so wrong. But then… why does it feel so right?

“Snow.” He nods at me once and then goes back to fixing his tie. Oh. He’s just going to pretend it never happened. We glance nervously at each other a few times in the mirror, but we don’t say anything. He doesn’t sneer at me, so maybe that’s a good sign. I feel like I should say something. I think I should bring last night up, but before I can get the chance to squeak out the words, he’s out the door and heading for breakfast. I frown to myself all while I’m getting showered and clothed. I notice that Baz took a shower this morning, too. Was it just to avoid me?

When I get down to the dining hall, I notice that Baz isn’t there even though he left way before me. I think he must be down at the Catacombs, but he usually feeds at night. (Or so I presume. It’s not like he’d actually tell me.) Is he eating this morning to avoid me, too?

“Simon?” I hear, but it sounds hundreds of miles away. “Simon,” Penny hisses at me. I break out of my stupor and look at her. Her brows are knit together and she’s frowning. “You’ve barely touched your food all morning and you keep staring off into space. What’s wrong with you?” I just shake my head at her.

“Actually… Pen, can we talk?” She looks concerned as she nods her head, prompting for me to go on. She is my best friend. I should just tell her and get her input. Because not only is she my best friend, but she’s also smart, and she’ll know what to think about all this. “Well don’t freak out on me, but um- I kissed Baz last night!” It all comes out in a flurry, and when she doesn’t look surprised, I tell her again. Slower this time. “Penny. I kissed Baz. And I think I liked it. I think I want to do it again.” It’s the first time I’ve even admitted that to myself, and Penny doesn’t even look surprised! In fact, she just grins at me.

“No shit, Sherlock,” I look at her dumbfounded, so she continues. “You only talk about him all. The time. It took you long enough to bloody figure it out, you tit!” She laughs. I want to say that when I kissed Baz last night, the possibility had only just occurred to me. But Penny is making me think twice. Like fifth year, when I didn’t stop following him down to the Catacombs because I thought he was plotting. I still think he was plotting (and probably is right now, too), but I think some part of me was just worried about him.

“Okay, fine. So maybe I’ve liked him for a while, but I need your help. This morning after we had kissed, he just went on like it never happened. He took a shower this morning and is feeding down in the catacombs right now to avoid me. It’s not like he doesn’t know it happened; we slept in the same bed together!” Penny raises a curious eyebrow so I clarify, “Not like that! We fell asleep after he was reading to me. We kissed and then fell asleep. And now he’s acting like it never happened and I don’t know what to make of it.” She thinks for a moment, looking at me.

“Did he kiss you back?” She finally asks me. I nod my head. He did kiss me back and Aleister Crowley, it was wonderful. So soft. Holding none of the anger he usually holds towards me. “So we know he likes you. Or at least some part of him, buried way down deep that only comes out when he’s tired likes you. So you just have to make him say it somehow…” She quirks her nose and stares off into space for a moment, debating.

I could just corner him in one of our classes today. Snog him silly. His lips on mine and my hands running through his soft hair. I’m fucked. Whatever he feels for me, I am absolutely wrecked for the git. I could tell him how I feel in our room tonight. There’s always a chance of him rejecting me, but at least if he hits me he’ll be the one kicked out.

Penny jumps up in her seat and I swear I can practically see the light bulb above her head as she turns toward me. “You have to get him to do it again! Did you finish that book last night?” I shake my head. “You need to get him to read it to you again- finish it this time. You need to just drape yourself over him and if he pushes you away from him, fine. But if he doesn’t… Simon you need to kiss him again and really see if he kisses you back. There’s no way he’ll be able to ignore that the next morning.” I nod, feeling my blood rush to my cheeks at the prospect of ‘draping myself over him’. But fuck if I don’t want to.

…

After all of my classes and dinner (all of which Baz ignores me during), I run to Mummers House as fast as I can to get there before Baz. I change into my pyjamas and spell off the lights. I think he’ll be more inclined to let me get close to him if the lights are off. I grab the book off the nightstand and open it to where we left off last night. I wait patiently until Baz enters our room. He doesn’t notice me at first- he just takes off his shoes and changes into his pyjamas. When he finally does notice me, though, he freezes in place.

“What are you doing, Snow?” He sneers at me. At least it’s something and not the nothing that I’ve been receiving all day. I ignore the ache in my heart when he sneers at me and I just shrug. (I also ignore the way my heart rate seems to speed up when he takes a step closer to me. It should be illegal for him to look that good). (I can only see him because of the glow in the dark book).

“Penny didn’t want to finish reading to me… and I need it done by tomorrow. Is that okay?” I try to ask softly and make my eyes look pleading. It must work because he sighs and snatches the book out of my hands as he sits down beside me. (Although I swear I can see a reluctant smile playing on his lips).

“It was almost six-thirty when I got home…” He started. This time he didn’t even start talking at normal volume- he was hardly above a whisper. His voice held no malice that it usually does when he talks to me. I can’t help but smile when he tries to imitate all of the characters’ voices as they speak. As he reads to me, I remember what Pennys said. ‘Drape yourself over him’. I try to snuggle in closer to him. I slide down and put my head on his chest. I take my hands and remove one of his hands from the book, moving his arm around me. He stiffens as I do it, and his voice catches just a little, but he lets me do it.

Whenever he’s reading, he’ll let me touch him.

I slide one arm under his back and another over his stomach and press myself into him. I look at the words on the pages but I can’t bloody read them. It just makes me upset, so I instead tilt my head up to look at Baz. The way his lips shape the words as he reads. The way he tears up at some parts, and nearly laughs at others. I can hear (and feel on the side of my face) his heartbeat. It’s very fast, and even in little light, I can see him blush. It must be from the rats he drained this morning.

Now he’s absentmindedly (really. I honestly don’t think he knows he’s doing it) tracing slow circles on my upper arm. When we get to the ‘Stay gold, Ponyboy’ line, his breath catches. I cry softly, and when I look up at him, I see that he’s crying too. His arm tightens around me when Dally storms out of the hospital. I tentatively lift a hand to his cheek and wipe a tear there. He keeps reading, not acknowledging my gesture. We’re nearing the end of the book, and I find my heart picking up pace. Because when he finishes this book… I’m going to kiss him.

Five pages left. I pull him to lay down next to me, but I make sure our arms don’t move.

Four pages. I press myself closer to him.

Three pages. I tentatively press a soft kiss to his collarbone. His breath catches.

Two pages. A kiss to his jaw. My stomach tightens.

One page. A kiss to the back of his ear. I can barely breathe… but in such a good way. Because he’s letting me do this to him. Which means some part of him must like me. Penny was right.

He reads the very last line (it was a wonderful book. Even if I was focused on Baz, I still paid attention. I’ll ace the test) and he closes the book, setting it beside him on the nightstand. It’s completely dark now and we just lay still for a moment, neither of us saying a word. I think we’re both fairly tired. I softly cup his face with my hands (which means I had to pull my arms away from him. That was sad) and I lean forward, rubbing our noses together, silently asking for permission.

“Simon…” He whispers and I can feel his breath on my face. I don’t think about what I do next. I lean in and kiss him. Softly, at first. I roll over so that I’m on top of him. He tenses beneath me, and he doesn’t respond. I’ve made a horrible mistake. But just as I’m pulling away from him, muttering my apologies, he grabs me by the back of the next and presses our lips together, more feverishly this time. I feel his whole body sigh underneath me. Our lips work together and I moan into his mouth, which makes him bite back a groan. My hands are running through his hair and trailing along his back and nothing has ever felt so nice. I realize that I’m kissing a bloke. I realize that I’m kissing my rival. But as he sucks on my bottom lip, I can’t find it in me to care.

We fall asleep tangled in each other.

*Baz’s POV*

I wake up to the smell of fire and brimstone. I open my eyes and see that Simon is tangled with me, sleeping, and everything from last night comes back to me. The way he kissed me while I was reading. The way his arms felt around me, and the way his hands felt cupping my face. The way his lips felt. The way he tasted. My heart flutters just remembering everything. I gracefully untangle myself from Snow and go to take a shower. All I can think is that he better not pretend like nothing happened this morning as he did yesterday. I got up to take a shower yesterday morning so I would have more time with him at night. When I got out, I kept hoping he would do something. When he didn’t, I chalked it up to being tired and went down to the Catacombs to feed so I wouldn’t have to later that night.

All day, I kept waiting for him to say something to me about the night prior. But he never did. And all I know is that if he ignores me again today, my heart will break. As I step out of the bathroom, I see that Simon is sitting on his bed, staring at me. He doesn’t say anything, so I got to fix my tie in the mirror, just as I did yesterday. (Giving him time to say something to me, if he so chose to). I’ll respect whatever he wants to do, but I hope above all bloody hopes that he doesn’t pretend nothing happened last night. Not when it meant everything to me.

When he stays quiet, I feel my face fall as I walk toward the door. “Bye then, Snow,” I mutter, hand on the doorknob. But just as I’m about to open the door, I feel a hand on my wrist, spinning me around. I’m face to face with the sun.

“You called me Simon before.” He spits. Usually I’m the one with venom in my words, but I hear it laced in his today. I quirk an eyebrow at him. I know he’s talking about last night, but I still don’t know what he wants to do about that.

“I did no such-” He scoffs and presses his lips to mine, hard. I work back with him, clawing at his shirt. We fall back onto his bed, kissing like there’s no tomorrow.

“I love you,” He says between feverish kisses. My heart glows.

“I love you too, Simon.”

We’re late to breakfast.

…

He’s back in my bed that night, but with no book this time.

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I Would Totally Kick Jiraiya’s Butt Chapter 16

A/N: Kind of a timeskippy chapter because there's like a year gap between important events. And I also ended up having a lot of fun with the secret base.

kukukuku~

"So," I said, sitting atop a sealed stone arch, "how does it look?" I took a bite from my chocolate bar.

"It looks really complicated," Naruto said, squinting. I smiled, though. It looked like he was at least following it somewhat, which was good.

"You really fucking want a space-time ninjutsu, don't you?" Kurama noted.

I huffed. "Excuse you. I'm sitting on a space-time ninjutsu. I want to know if it's a functional space-time ninjutsu." I looked at Ai and Tenten expectantly. "Well?"

Ai shrugged. "As far as I can tell, it'll work. You might want to check with your eyes first, though."

I nodded and pulled down my sunglasses. I saw only a few seconds into the future, so the drain was relatively minor; I lost maybe thirty minutes off my day at most. "Right, looks good. Wanna see it?"

"Don't you need to make a second one first?" Tenten asked me.

I grinned lightly. "Well of course I made another one already. I'm like a celebrity chef that way. Keep your arms and legs away from the portal until it's fully formed, unless you want to lose them." I took another bite from my chocolate and swung my legs up away from the portal and sent a command to the two demon sage cores embedded in each arch. I didn't see the safety illusion or portal form from my vantage point, but I did notice the shadow fall over Ai, Tenten, Naruto, and Kurama from how the sunlight was now somewhere miles away. I swung my legs back down once it was safe, using the momentum to swing myself through the portal and, with an application of chakra threads, onto the wall that was where I was sitting on the other side. It was pretty surreal, to be honest. Cool, though.

"Come on in, the water's fine!" I shouted from literal miles away. Or I guess I should maybe use kilometers...

"Why is it so dark?" Tenten asked.

I dropped to the ground. "It's a me-made cave. Wanna see?" I snapped my fingers and activated the light seal I'd placed above the arch.

"It's pretty empty," Naruto muttered. There was in fact literally nothing in the cave, except for a few strategically-placed holes for better air flow and pillars that hopefully would prevent cave-ins.

I shrugged and made a sort of picture frame with my hands, looking at the cave. "You try remotely making an artificial cave in a mountain several kilometers away. Now that I can physically go here I'll hopefully be able to refurbish this place better. Just gotta find a good place to put the gateway arch."

"How did you even find this place?" Ai asked.

"Remote-controlled body killed some bandits. Well, not remote-controlled but certainly not physically me. On the other side of the portal is an abandoned mine they were using as a hideout. It's secluded enough that nobody's gonna find it, hopefully. And once my base is more set up I'll just hide the front entrance." I walked back through the portal, then closed it behind me. I lifted my palm, and the core I was using in the keystone of the arch flew into it. The arch collapsed back into the earth. "I think maybe I'll use my closet for the gate, actually."

kukukuku~

Despite the absolute hell of boredom school was, the next few months passed by surprisingly fast. And even school wasn't really all that bad because I could telepathically communicate with Neji, Tenten, Kurama, Hinata through Kurama, Usagi, Gaara, and Karura. And even if they were all somehow busy, I could split myself without actually manifesting physically as Chikage and talk to myself without being crazy! Well, crazier...

Speaking of Chikage, we unfortunately couldn't figure out a way for her to physically take objects. There were a few ideas that almost came close, namely inscribing seals on her body to allow her to summon a sack or just seal stuff away in her, and then the simple idea of grabbing something from the shadows and trying to move it around, but unfortunately didn't cut it. The sack theoretically worked fine, but as it turns out, summoning makes a lot of chakra "noise" that a well-trained sensor can easily detect, and Danzō took full advantage of that fact. Storage was fine on the detection front, but Chikage had trouble melting into shadows with a physical object stored in her. She could still do it, but the part of her that had the object in it was always completely black and went either very slow outside of a shadow or kinda slow inside a shadow, especially compared to her usual near-light speed. Because we'd only have one shot, we were holding off on using it... And just grabbing stuff from the shadows was even worse, because it was exactly like sealing in terms of results except the object was outside of the shadow.

Moving on to brighter news, I used building the base to train my power. I wasn't two-tailed yet, but I was approaching Shukaku in terms of red chakra already. I also trained up my control of all the elements I had some kind of affinity for, letting me use more and even use two at a time. And yes, I remembered to practice taijutsu this time, meaning I could kick people kinda well. Even more fun, though, is the fact that I inspired other people to do some training. Namely, my friends. Except Kurama who, as he was locked in a small child, was naturally excused. Ino, Shikamaru, and Tenten joined the ranks of budding sagehood. Neji could manage a weak sage mode after a minute or so, and he managed to build up to first tail cloak without getting too bad of a fever. Naruto actually knew jutsu now. At least one of each type! With how I was giving Kurama back his yin chakra, Naruta was unknowingly getting better at using genjutsu, at least a bit. Hinata had gained some confidence and could control an entire one person's body and chakra, going so far as to somehow being able to make people use the jutsu that they knew, despite not knowing them herself. I guess there's some kind of chakra memory? That's probably what Sasori used with his puppets, actually. And Sakura... well technically she didn't do to much training, but she was super strong and I helped her learn how to not break things? I guess that counts as training...

Next topic, the secret base was awesome! It took me months to actually dig out all the rooms and stuff, then another month or so to find or make all the furniture and decorate it, but secret base! I also took to trying to do engineering after finding some broken up electronics. I probably wasn't the best at it, but with magnet release and Chikage's ability to possess objects essentially letting me scan things, I could do all kinds of cheating. So yeah, I modded a generator to be able to power it solely with magnet release, which was pretty simple, actually. Then, when I was finally able to fix up the minifridge I'd found, I got some snacks in my base. Well, I already had a pantry but I was able to have more stuff. I was hoping to actually make original stuff, though. Like maybe a magnet release-powered railgun. That would be fun. Or actually, if I could somehow make myself a 3-D printer or something like that knowing generally how that stuff works, that would also be useful. I didn't know what to do about plastic, but I at least knew how those things that you use to sand down stuff like metal or wood into particular shapes worked. Long-term goal, though...

In addition to the portal room, my base had some neat features. There was a sort of living room, which was where I put the snacks and some books. I was also trying to figure out how to hook up a TV in there, but that was probably a losing battle... There was also a theater that I was hoping I'd be able to use at some point, though I had yet to find any projector, much less one that was either usable or easy for me to repair. I mean I guess I could just genjutsu up visuals, but where's the fun in that? Okay nevermind that actually sounds really fun. I had my scrying room, which was just a fancy room I'd made with a really big crystal ball and some other stuff I could use for scrying. I made sure that that room in particular was visually impressive.

For the actually practical stuff, I had a mechanical workshop for mechanical projects, a fuinjutsu workshop near it for fuinjutsu projects, a poison/medical room for take a wild guess, and a gigantic storage room for materials. The mechanical workshop was really only just a table with scrap metal and reference books on it so far, but I was hopeful! The fuinjutsu room looked a little more impressive. It had shelves of scrolls on the walls, and a desk with a buttload of ink bottles on it. I ended up doing a lot of work there, because it turned out I could sell a bunch of basic paper bombs for a lot of money through my dad. Don't you just love it when your dad helps you sell a whole demolition team's worth of real-ass bombs? And then the storage room was just for storing the rest of the junk I had, plus the ores and stuff I managed to find and promised myself to mess around with someday.

The poison/medical room... was a work in progress. I mean, I kinda had some of the poison stuff going. The half of the room I had for poison was well-ventilated and separated from the other half with a glass barrier. Turns out Chikage just... had sand powers because I ate enough Shukaku. I knew I had magnet release, but I didn't actually expect that I'd have been able to generate pure silica sand. Seriously, how does earth jutsu work? And my scrying room was useful for figuring out exactly what to do with that to make nice, clear glass from that. Turns out you have to get sand surprisingly hot to make glass, but I made do by using a demon sage core for some extra chakra. I also used my glass magic to make all that mad sciencey glass paraphernalia you always see in mad science labs, using an Orochimaru base I could scry for reference.

Side note: I also ended up selling glass figurines and stuff because wouldn't you know it, the ability to make high-quality glass through supernatural powers makes for really pricey glass stuff, especially after I figured out how to alter the sand slightly to make colored glass. Seriously, that dragon was just... I was almost tempted to keep it because it was so beautiful, but I made so much from it. And then I realized I could make more. My base became so awesome a week or so of no sleep after that. I also jammed a bunch of glass in a scroll, because first off having a scroll that launches shards of glass at whoever you point it at like a literal glass cannon is a pretty good weapon and second off having shards of glass you can control with your mind with you at all times is a pretty good weapon.

Where was I? Oh, right. Deadly poison. I managed to work out a recipe for a decently good and fast-acting death poison with some help from Anko using the flora of the mountain range. It was a strangely convenient mountain range for poisoning. What a coincidence. I also made a bit of a garden for the ingredients that I could take from so I didn't have to go searching for more ingredients. I put that stuff in some Skyrim-looking potion bottles (made from glass, of course) so that I could just take a few of with me. I was hoping to use those with senbon for some sneaky kills. I also ingested tiiiiiiiiny amounts of the stuff (At large enough gaps, of course. I'm a mad scientist in training, not an idiot.) to try and build up my poison resistance, at least to my own stock. As for the medical side, well... I had a first aid kit and a few cruddy stone beds with stabilizing seals and chakra reservoirs attached to demon sage cores that would hopefully do more good than harm to anyone placed on the beds. I'm not Tsunade, that's good enough for me. The scalpels I put in there were really more for show and using my ferrokinetic powers on in the case of a home intruder. Seriously, why is Shukaku actually the most overpowered bijū aside from the Jūbi? Not that I'm complaining, of course.

I also had a bit of an exercise room made. Really, it was mostly just a track for jogging, a bunch of rocks with various weights to pick up and throw around, and a rock wall. And I found a secluded forest clearing far enough away from my base that I could hopefully use it to test bombs without worrying about the shockwaves damaging my base, at least if I kept them small enough. And it looked like it would be a pretty good training ground. I mean, I had another idea for the bomb range and training ground, but that'd do for now. I didn't exactly have enough demon sage cores to float a giant platform yet...

And of course, I wasn't the only one there. I mean, technically I was, but turns out Usagi can split themselves pretty much infinitely, so long as there are enough demon sage cores. I mean, there was still an "original" Usagi that was still carrying out their original mission and was more intelligent than the copies, but Usagi's intelligence had ended up filling all the demon sage cores that I wasn't directly using, making a bunch of hive-minded servants made of rock for me that populated my base. We were originally almost the same personality-wise, but it seemed like Usagi grew slightly... off from me. For one, the politeness wasn't an act anymore. To be honest, that was kind of disturbing, especially coupled with how I was ordering around these versions of me who were disturbingly polite. Still, they were useful because, as I said, a bunch of hive-minded servants. They fetched stuff for me.

kukukuku~

I admired a glass "gem" Chikage had just made. "Do we even need a 3-D printer?" I asked, tossing it up lightly. "This is some dang good glass, not to mention the fact that we can control it. Sure, we may want to also work on metal, but that shouldn't be too much of a step up from metal when we get more power, though we probably can't just conjure up more iron."

She stopped fiddling with the guitar she'd made from her chakra body. "Sounds legit," she agreed, then started making sounds like a cat coughing up a hairball. Her throat glowed and she spat up a ball of molten glass. "I am the 3-D printer." I still had no idea how magnet release could be used to control molten glass, but to be fair it could be used on regular sand, which isn't magnetic in the slightest.

"Hey, I have an idea," I said as I watched her mold the glass into the rough shape of a kunai, then let it start cooling so we could clean it up later. Glass blades, though a little fragile, are super sharp if you do 'em right. "You up for another blade?"

"Hit me with it." I sent my idea to her telepathically. What, you thought I was just going to tell you? She grinned and spat out another glob. I thought for a moment about how spitting molten glass would probably be a pretty good ninjutsu by itself, though that was a thought for later. Chikage waved her hands over the glob of molten glass, elongating it. The blade was longer than a kunai, but much thinner. It was intentionally weak, though not enough to fail to stab through someone. The blade didn't have a handle yet, that'd come later... "Let's hope this idea actually works, 'cause we're basically grasping at straws here."

kukukuku~

Chikage

Uchiha Shisui paused on his walk home. He surveyed the dark street and placed a hand on his blade. Something was following him. He noticed something in the shadows, and activated his Sharingan. "Who's there?" he asked. He saw an outline in the shadows.

"Uchiha Shisui," the shadow said. I bet you can tell by now just who that shadow is. "Your life is in danger."

He raised an eyebrow. "And I'm supposed to trust the shadow demon that's stalking me?"

I pushed a dagger out of my shadow, hilt first. "This is for you." I slowly moved toward him until he cautiously grabbed it.

"The blade is made of glass. What use is a glass dagger?"

"The Thorn of Spite. It was made to kill one man who is better off dead, and is sufficient for that purpose." The first of the enchantments I'd sealed onto the dagger activated, transcribing a storage seal onto his skin. The dagger automatically entered, and the seal hid itself. "It will show itself in the event your eyes fail you. You will know who you must kill then." Unencumbered of the dagger, I was able to move far away in an instant.

And then I came back. "Just to be clear, the dagger isn't for suicide."

He snorted. "Yeah, I figured." I disappeared again. He stared at his palm. "The hell was that?"

#fanfiction #naruto fanfiction #naruto #I Would Totally Kick Jiraiya's Butt #IWTKJB CH16

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Darkness - Boris

Part 15 of Starshine, Sky, and the Power of Rock.

I've been avoiding His Majesty all day, which is an impressive feat considering I'm his right-hand man. You'd think he'd notice an absence by his right hand. Whether or not he has, he hasn't requested my presence, which is fine by me.

There is a creeping feeling in my stomach, though, because the longer we don't discuss what happened yesterday the more I'm certain he's biding his time. For what reason, I'm not sure. Probably just to screw with my head.

Regardless, I won't be able to avoid him much longer.

Here I stand before the doors to the Premonitions Room. No doubt the ritual's already started without me. Now the question is should I endure the embarrassment of arriving late or endure His Majesty's wrath that should follow me skipping it altogether?

I heave a heavy sigh. I suppose my absence would be noticeable. I am pretty important, after all.

Okay.

Open the door, fool!

The sound of scurrying feet jolts me from my thoughts. An underling stands in the middle of the hall, frozen by my presence. She's clearly new. No older than 15. She must have just been deployed last month with the other recruits. Maybe she would have known Sky. If she'd...

I silently curse myself for once again considering what will never happen as this girl stares at me, presumably in fear.

She bows her head. "Pardon my tardiness, sir."

I nod back. "Pardoned." I'd normally follow that with a warning but any threat right now would be blunted by the blatant hypocrisy of the situation.

She scuttles past me and makes to grab the door handles. I grab her collar. She tenses under my fingers but doesn't face me.

"Neither of us are to speak of this," I say.

She nods, eyes still on the door. "Yes, sir."

She holds the door for me as I enter then disappears amongst her peers the moment she gets the chance. If anything, she should be thanking me. After all, no one is going to notice her coming in late when they're all focused on me doing the same. I only wish the room weren't so silent, but I understand why it must be.

My footsteps echo horribly as I make my way over to His Majesty's side. I don't particularly care about all the underlings seeing me like this, considering they're obligated to respect me no matter what. It's the man I'm an underling to who's thoughts worry me.

His expression is unchanging, even by the time I stand at his side on the raised platform. As they do every time, his blood-red eyes laser-focus on the ornate glass casket before us. In it lies Princess Persephone, uncharacteristically peaceful with her hands delicately folded over her stomach. Her unbreathing figure would make someone who didn't know better think her dead. Or... I guess... dead in a way that makes her unable to wake up. I've never been clear on how to speak about the undead.

His Majesty is awake yet manages to be every bit as immobile as his sister. Princess Faylen, though, leans forward and openly glares at me from his other side. Knowing her, it could be anything from my tardiness to yesterday's failure to the wet dog smell she says I can never shake.

I'd better pay attention.

The entirety of the Band of Darkness watches us watch Princess Persephone, who outwardly does nothing but who we all know to be carrying out a very important job. Arguably, the most important job out of anyone in this room. Not that I think it justifies having her tag along on missions but I digress.

The slightest eyebrow twitch wrinkles the princess's porcelain face, which tells us the ritual is almost over. Her eyes snap open. The intense red makes her eyes almost look like gashes in her otherwise ghostly paleness. I'd never before understood how one could find vampires frightening. Then I met her.

Her gaze, constantly wide as if always hunting, remains on the ceiling for a couple blinks before falling on His Majesty. She smiles. He smiles back.

Servants have the casket's lid lifted. Princess Persephone sits up, stretching, then takes His Majesty's hand and lets him help her out. She tiptoes barefoot to face her audience. His Majesty joins her.

"What did you see?" he asks in his booming voice. It's the first I've heard of it since I left yesterday to carry out what turned out to be a mortifying failure. As used to his baritone as I am, my heart still skips a beat.

Princess Persephone smooths her hands over her pale pink nightgown as she recalls. "The enemy's palace," she says. "I saw it again. I've seen it a lot lately."

His Majesty's eyes very suddenly make contact with mine, even though I know he does this every time. As usual, I convey the exact same look to the scribe who sits below. He nods nervously and begins recording the princess's latest dream.

"The Crowns were there again, too. Both of them," she continues. "And the storm was even darker this time."

His Majesty nods, the spotlight above us dancing on the side of his glossy black hair that hasn't been shaved off. "Is that all?"

The princess doesn't speak for a moment. "Something new was in the storm today. There was a lighting bolt that struck the enemy's palace. A pink lightening bolt."

"Pink..." His Majesty mutters to himself.

Princess Persephone nods. "Hot pink."

"And that's all?"

"Mm hm."

"Very well. Good job, Persephone."

Princess Persephone beams at her brother. My sensitive ears pick up what Princess Faylen clearly had thought was a well-hidden "Ugh." I consider giving her a smile of my own to show that she's still appreciated but I figure I'm in it deep as it is and it'll likely be more trouble than it's worth.

His Majesty holds his arms out, then dramatically gestures to Princess Persephone. "Bow for your princess, the Heir to Darkness."

All non-royals in the room obey, including me. I'm still on my knee when feet shuffle beneath me and out the doors.

His deep sigh makes my blood run cold.

"We're alone, Boris."

I look up to see he's telling the truth. My shoulders slump, my muscles relax, and most importantly I get off the floor. But just because I'm not groveling his at feet anymore doesn't mean I'm any less nervous about the tongue-lashing I'm due.

His Ma-

Er-

Victor stares at me, arms crossed like a disappointed mother. "Tell me, Boris," he says. "How many worthless lives have you ended?"

I shrug. "You expect me to keep count?"

"Exactly," he says. "So forgive me if I'm a little confused why this girl - a girl, may I add, you had alone last time - is so hard for you to take care of."

"Vic, I can expla-"

"Don't 'Vic' me right now."

I mock-bow. "Pardon me, Your Majesty."

Victor grimaces. "Stop that."

"My point is," I say. "It's just really complicated with her. You remember our deal, right?"

"I remember every deal I make."

"And our deal was..."

"If she agreed to come back she would be pardoned and if she refused she would be disposed of," Victor says. "And she refused. Yet you didn't dispose of her. And she's, what, 14?"

"15," I say. "Her birthday was a couple months ago."

Victor pinches the bridge of his nose. "Do I look like I care?"

I know better than to answer him.

"You know I like you, Boris," he says.

"And you know I like you."

Victor turns from me and starts descending the steps leading to the floor. "Well, I thought you did."

I chase him. "What's that supposed to mean?"

He crosses his arms again, still not looking at me. "It was you against a teenage girl half your size, so I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt and assuming your problem isn't physical. My understanding is you care a lot about this girl, even if from my perspective she's been nothing but a major embarrassment."

My face flushes but I'd better keep quiet. Anything I say about her is bound to only dig me deeper.

"So, and correct me if I'm wrong," he continues, "You couldn't stand to harm her, to the point that you couldn't carry out a simple order. Hardly an order, really." He looks at me. "More like a request from a friend."

"Well, requests can be rejected."

His frown deepens. "Then it was an order."

I sigh, more from nerves than frustration though he can get very annoying about the whole king thing when he's upset. "If you know I'm still physically able to kill a teenage girl then why is me not killing this one such a problem? I mean, she's just one girl. There's only so much she could do. And knowing her, she's probably falling apart now that I'm not there for her. She won't last the week without me."

"It's not about the girl," Victor says. "It's about your convictions. Your loyalties. You had her in your grasp and you let her slip through your fingers because of... what... feelings? You have feelings now?"

"I've always had feelings," I argue. "We all do." Except maybe his sisters but now isn't the time for that conversation. "I know you do."

Victor lets himself soften just long enough for me to notice. "You know what I mean. The feelings that make you weak. The kinds that hold you back. Guilt. Fear. Compassion for the undeserving. The ones I had been convinced you were incapable of. But am I wrong that each of those feelings occurred in you yesterday when you had to face that brat?"

"Don't call her that," I can't keep myself from saying.

Victor huffs. "You just keep proving my point today, don't you! If you can't set your baggage aside and take care of a single traitor for me, then what else can't I trust you with?"

I try to think of a counterargument, but none come to mind. When I see past all those messy feelings, there's really no logical reason I shouldn't be able to do what he asks of me. It's not very unreasonable. Every traitor is an enemy gained, after all. And even if all Victor sees is a little girl, I see years and years of training. No, not just training. Sky poured her heart and soul into music. Embarrassing as it is that I was bested by a couple of teenagers, I hear so much of myself in every note of hers I can't be all that shocked that she was able to do it. Someone with that power shouldn't be left in the Band of Light's hands to corrupt. If she doesn't leave them willingly she'll have to be ripped from their hands, even if that means driving a stake through her heart.

"I guess that makes sense," I finally say. "You should be able to trust your right-hand man, right?"

Victor does the little closed-mouth smile he does where one of his fangs peeks through. "Yes, I should," he says. "I'll tell you what. Because I like you so much I'll let this one slide. One kid isn't very high on my list of priorities anyway. As long as you promise to take care of her if you ever see her again I'll forget about the whole ordeal. And when I forget something, the whole band does."

His words lift a huge weight off my chest. "Thank you, Vic," I say.

He nods. "Of course. Now, shouldn't you we preparing to move soon?"

"Move? Already? But we haven't discussed the dream at all."

"Vision," Victor corrects. "The Heir to Darkness doesn't just 'dream.'" He picks up the notes from the scribe's desk and looks them over. "There's little here we haven't heard before."

"Except that lightening bolt," I say.

"That's very true," he responds, then contemplates something. "There's been a lot of pink lately."

I nod in agreement. "In a lot of shades, too."

"But never hot pink before."

"Maybe she's just using a different word for a shade we're used to."

"Or maybe it's a new shade that means something," he counters.

"Have you considered having her learn the names of different shades of pink if it's so important?" I ask.

Victor strokes his chin. "I'll look into that."

I bite my tongue on the point that maybe she could just learn to better describe things. Or be more observant. Or anything that would be useful.

"Whatever the pink means, it doesn't change that we still have to follow the enemy's palace," Victor says.

I nod. "That makes sense."

"Well then," Victor says, making a shooing motion. "Sunday's almost over. You know what to do."

I bow, not for him but more to put myself back in the mindset that I'm nothing more than another underling of his. "Yes, sir."

I leave the room to begin the process of leading the others outside the building we call our base before it is shrunken down to a size that can be picked up and placed in a portable box. Then we're all on our horses and continuing the endless cycle of chasing that flying palace full of pompous royals, spoiled brats that dare to call themselves rock stars, and a traitor that's trying to convince herself she belongs amongst them.

I haven't a doubt His Majesty notices my silence as my mind runs in circles of guilt, rage, and fear for my next encounter with Sky, if it ever happens. But he responds with silence of his own. Even if he supposedly let the events of yesterday go, I can't forgive myself. It would have been so clean, so easy. The stake was mere inches from her chest. Yet I couldn't let it get any nearer, as if some barrier was in the way. I shudder in fury when I remind myself that I was that barrier. I held myself back. I was disloyal.

There's so few people in this world His Majesty can trust and all this time I've been honored to consider myself one of them. But he's right, if one kid can get me to crack how can he know I'm for real? How can I know I'm for real?

I run my thumb over my fingertips, barely feeling it thanks to the thick calluses. What happened to the Boris that can loot and burn homes without remorse? The Boris that's deaf to the cries of newly orphaned children? The Boris that can hear a traitor beg for mercy and not once consider giving it?

My grip on the reins tightens. He's still there. I mean here, he's still here. He's me. But he's in danger if I don't squash whatever made me stop myself from doing what I had to do yesterday.

Guilt. Fear. Compassion for the undeserving. His Majesty is right, those were the things I was feeling when I held that stake to her heart. I remember them really cementing when she grabbed my wrist. Her hands, small and cold with fingers as rough as mine. I'd guided them through so many lessons, poured years of blood, sweat, and tears into them. They were the hands she'd used to play out the darkest parts of her soul that only I was allowed to see. That's when I knew I couldn't be the one that made it so they'd never play again...

No.

The weakness I exhibited in that moment makes me sick. Every thought of her only brings that weakness back. Which means she's the source of my weakness. And a leader of the Band of Darkness has no place in his heart for weakness, because weakness breeds disloyalty.

I catch a glance at His Majesty. I'll stay loyal, my king. Don't you worry. I'll dislodge her from my heart. Crossing paths with her isn't a matter of if for me. It's a matter of when.

When we meet again, I'll do what I should have done the night I first saw her in that Academy uniform. I'll treat her like the traitor she is.

#werewolf oc #vampire oc #villain pov #werewolf #vampire #vampire king #boris ranulf #king victor #princess persephone

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Lone Ladybugs and Stray Chats

Trying something a little bit different and toying with an anti-hero au kind of inspired by this cover of Heathens

Not sure if I’ll keep this story going, but I thought I’d share what I have.

After the death of the Daughter of Paris, Ladybug and Chat Noir are no longer reverred as the heroes they once were. With dynamics changing in wake of this, what will happen to the miraculous heroes?

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warnings: Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Characters:

Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Adrien Agreste

Chloé Bourgeois

Alya Césaire

Papillon | Hawk Moth

Nino Lahiffe

Gabriel Agreste

Tikki (Miraculous Ladybug)

Plagg (Miraculous Ladybug)

Nooroo (Miraculous Ladybug)

Master Fu (Miraculous Ladybug)

Trixx (Miraculous Ladybug)

Wayzz (Miraculous Ladybug)

Additional Tags:

Anti-hero AU

warning: character death

Probable angst

Grief

Language: English

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Marinette looked at herself in the mirror, dark circles under her eyes. She had barely slept since the night of the… incident. Shaking her head, she clipped her earrings in, Tikki materialising in the air beside her, a frown pulling her elegant features.

“Marinette, I know you don’t want to hear it-”

“You’re right, I don’t; so, can we not talk about it?” she sighed, packing her school bag and pulling on her black jacket.

“It’s been two months and you’ve been keeping them off longer each night,” Tikki sighed, floating around and pointing at her miraculous. “You’re Ladybug, the lady of hope. You can’t disappear and hide from your responsibilities,” the Kwami explained.

“Can we not do this right now, I have to get to class,” Marinette said sharply. It wasn’t her responsibilities she was hiding from, in fact, it was almost as if Hawkmoth himself was also mourning the loss of the daughter of Paris.

That’s what they were calling her, even though Chloe Bourgeois had been nothing but a bully, she was being memorialised as a martyr. The truth was, Marinette knew it was partly her fault, but her Kwami was too much of a conscience for her to be around for long periods of time – so she had taken to taking off her earrings while she slept. It didn’t help the nightmares, but without Tikki hovering over her, blue eyes wide with concern, Marinette was able to feel a little less guilty. Besides, it wasn’t her fault. Not really.

Marinette gave a small wave to her parents in the bakery before the short walk to her school. It had only been two years since she was gifted with the powers of the miraculous and so much had happened in such a short time. Alya waved the her as she approached the steps and Marinette put on her usual smile.

“You look exhausted girl; did you sleep at all?”

“Not really,” she gave a weak smile.

“You really need to stop designing so much. You can’t keep burning the candle at both ends like this,” Alya frowned.

“Hey guys,” Nino called as he approached. Marinette looked up hopefully but tried not to let her disappointment be too obvious when she saw he was alone.

“Still no Adrien?” Alya asked and Nino shook his head.

“I guess we can’t be too mad at him, I mean, he was closer to her than we were,” Nino shrugged, readjusting his cap. The sunshine felt like it was mocking them as they stood at the gates of the school. The bell rang a moment later and with a heavy sigh, Marinette put her smile back on and followed her friends into class.

“You can’t keep doing this, kid,” Plagg shook his head as he floated just above the bed, watching as Adrien pushed his breakfast around with a fork.

“I can do this as long as I want. It was my fault,” Adrien sighed, moving the breakfast tray to the floor and rolling over, pulling the covers back up over his head.

“Actually, it’s Ladybug’s fault, technically,” Plagg sighed, floating up and pushing his head through a gap in the covers. “And that’s what’s making you feel worse, I get it. I never would have thought Ladybug, of all people, could do that,” the Kwami said closing his eyes and looking away before opening one to see if it piqued his chosen’s interest.

“Plagg, ever since we fought Dark Owl, you’ve been dropping dumb hints like that to get me to do what you want. It’s not going to work, she’s the…” Adrien’s eyes widened for a moment as he caught himself. “She was my partner, and she made a bad choice. I should have picked up the slack where she didn’t…couldn’t,” he corrected himself.

He knew she had been way too harsh on Chloe and it was probably the reason why she had isolated herself before… the accident. Adrien couldn’t bring himself to think of it as anything else. If it had been intentional… he couldn’t deal with that. Thankfully, his Kwami had been surprisingly supportive in the past two months, curling up in his hair while he slept to keep him comforted, encouraging him to eat and get out of bed – some days that was all he truly needed and he was, for the first time in a long time, grateful that Plagg was Plagg.

Fancy words weren’t what he needed right now, and Plagg knew that – being the bearer of infinite bad luck and destruction made him somewhat of an expert in this area, Adrien guessed. Maybe it was time he got out of bed, even if he had abandoned school and his friends.

He waited until Nathalie came to retrieve his tray, ignoring her frown and staying curled up under the covers until after she left before getting up and pulling on some plain jeans and a black shirt.

“Are we going out?” Plagg asked confused as he watched the boy. “Nathalie didn’t say you had anywhere to be.”

“Exactly,” Adrien managed a small smile. “We’re going out for a bit. C’mon Plagg, Transform me!”

Marinette sat staring out the window of her physics class. She knew enough to pass with a decent grade, but without the blonde boy there, she found it hard to take any extra interest in the room around her. She froze when she saw a shadow move across the rooftops. Holding her breath, she waited and saw the shadow jump from a rooftop nearby and continue running, towards the tower.

“Madame Mendeliev, may I be excused?” Marinette jumped to her feet, barely waiting for an answer before she walked briskly out of the room and into the girl’s locker room.

“Marinette, what are you doing?” Tikki asked, poking her head out of the girl’s purse.

“I saw him, Tikki. No matter what has happened… I need to see him, properly,” Marinette said carefully, her heart racing. “Tikki, Transform me!”

She felt the power wash over her and gently pushed the window open before artfully pitching her yo-yo out and swinging into the streets of Paris. The wind blowing against her face felt refreshing and she felt something settle within her, a feeling she had nearly forgotten as she gracefully leapt and bounded from rooftop to rooftop, swinging from chimneys over larger gaps, taking the familiar route to Paris’ main attraction.

She saw him sitting on the railing at the very top and swung herself up behind him, feet landing with a slight thud. Suddenly, this didn’t seem like such a great idea, Marinette realised as she felt her stomach drop to the floor when he didn’t turn to greet her.

“Ladybug,” he said quietly after a moment of silence. “What are you doing here?” his voice was hoarse, like he hadn’t been using it much. Was he isolating himself too?

“I, er, well, I saw you and I just… I just transformed and followed you without thinking,” she said slowly, carefully stepping towards him. His back was still to her and he didn’t move.

“You left class?” he asked, she could hear the surprise in her voice. “Just like that? That’s unlike you.”

The topic of their identities had come up more than a few times since their Kwamis had seen the truth. They had slowly started to share information with each other, about their ages – they were both now sixteen – and their school – both attended Collège Françoise Dupont. They had also talked about their Kwamis and their weird habits and Marinette had since started keeping a mini wheel of cheese in her bag when they went out on patrols just in case.

“Well, things changed. I think we can agree I haven’t been like myself since…” Marinette let her voice die. She didn’t need to bring it up – Chat Noir had taken Chloe’s death harder than she had, and she couldn’t, she wouldn’t, pretend it hadn’t.

“Yeah well, guess we can add that to the bag of crazy, can’t we,” the boy said bitterly and Marinette swallowed hard.

“Chat… Look, it wasn’t… I didn’t mean…”

“Of course you didn’t,” Chat sighed. “And that’s what makes it worse,” he finally turned to face her and he looked her up and down for a moment. “Nice new look,” he scoffed.

“What?” she looked down and saw her costume had changed. Her arms and legs were still red with black polka dots but her torso was now clad in black with red spots, reminiscent of Chloe’s Anti-bug costume. She knew he could see the anger and fear in her eyes as she made the same connection. Tikki was going to get an earful later.

“Don’t get mad at your Kwami for that,” Adrien said quickly. “Your transformations are based on our psyche. Guess your guilt is evident,” he added, and then wished he hadn’t.

“You don’t know anything, Chaton,” she sighed.

“Don’t go calling me that, not after what happened. You can’t just pretend this didn’t happen! This isn’t like the time you stood me up, it wasn’t someone’s feeling that got hurt – someone died, Ladybug,” the words slid off his tongue before he could stop them and he could see her shield go up before they could pierce her.

“You don’t think I know that? I didn’t want this to happen!” she cried and Adrien supressed his eye roll. “She caused so many akumas, Chat. She needed to be told when enough was enough and she didn’t have any friends to tell it to her face, so I did,” the girl snapped at him, arms across her chest.

Adrien tried not to let the specifics of her words get to him. Yes, Chloe didn’t really have friends and yes, she could be mean and vindictive, but she had been trying.

“She was upset because we didn’t protect her! You don’t think after waking up from a coma, you’d be pissed to?” Adrien almost shouted back.

“She had no right! We saved her life for the thousandth time, once again, and she had the nerve to get mad at me because my miraculous didn’t fix her?”

“No, that’s not-” Adrien began but she kept going.

“So I told her off. I told her if she was just a nicer person, if she wasn’t so cruel to everyone she met, she would be better off,” Ladybug’s voice wavered as they both knew she was paraphrasing the truth. “And what did she do? She caused another akuma a few weeks later.”

“She had been isolating herself,” Adrien snapped. “She had been hiding away from everyone, afraid she couldn’t be nice enough, because her hero, her idol, told her she was a horrible human being. Why do you think she was so upset when we fought the last akuma?”

“She was-”

“She was scared, Ladybug. She was scared and she was suffering, because she didn’t think she was good enough, because her idol had said she wasn’t a good person.” Ladybug was looking at him now, mouth wide. Clearly, she hadn’t known.

If she had been to the funeral, she would have known. Adrien sighed, he could feel his tear ducts trying to leak, but he had dried them all up two weeks ago at the funeral. He hadn’t cried so much since his mother’s disappearance.

“It wasn’t an accident that she was up there...” Ladybug’s words were quiet, denial lacing them even though she knew the truth.

“Of course it wasn’t an accident. She believed she was a bad person, incapable of change. I wonder who put that idea in her head.” Adrien couldn’t stop the words coming now. He knew he would regret them later, that he was probably shattering whatever future they had together.

“It’s not my fault!” she cried, arms wrapped around her torso, eyes threatening to overspill with tears. Adrien couldn’t bring himself to argue with her. Partly because he knew he couldn’t comfort her without lying, and partly because he knew he needed her to know the truth.

“You should get back, before they figure out you left as Ladybug,” Adrien sighed, taking his staff from his back. “I’ll see you around,” he said but he wasn’t sure if he meant it as he extended his staff and leapt from the tower.

#ml fanfic #antihero au #miraculous ladybug

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