For as often as he had to go flying places, Jack didn’t actually like to travel.
Well. Maybe it was more accurate to say he didn’t like to travel like this. On his own. Just to and from missions. It got lonely after a while.
He settled in front of the bar at the hotel with a little sigh. He wasn’t supposed to meet his contact until tomorrow morning, and he wanted to be fresh and aware for it. Especially since he had crossed… fuck, he forgot how many timezones. Too many. He deserved a drink. Or two.
With a soft sigh, he leaned back a little on his stool. At least this hotel was nice - he’d already seen his room. It was nice. Of course it was. Statesman always shelled out for the nice places.
Here we finally are! The Cinderella AU that nobody asked for but I am delivering anyway! Featuring our very own Javi G!
Word count: 8.5k
Javi G x f!reader
Warnings: Evil stepmother, implied abuse, workplace abuse, language. It’s a Cinderella AU. Also this switches perspectives back and forth between reader and Javi.
You had known this property your whole life. You’d been born here, years and years ago. Your parents had both passed here.
And the way things were going, you would work here for the rest of your life.
In the pre-dawn dark and quiet of the morning, you stared up at your ceiling and allowed yourself to dream. What was life like, elsewhere in the world? For all the tourists you served?
Then you sighed and got out of bed. You had work to do.
Breakfast was never difficult to prepare. You’d been doing it for so long now, you had the timing down perfectly. Coffee and tea would both be ready and set out just before the doors to the dining room opened, so you were safely ensconced in your kitchen again before anyone saw you. After that was the food, things you had been making your whole life. Those trays were sent out with the single girl your stepmother employed as both maid and waitress.
And then you had time, while the guests ate and your stepmother drank her coffee, to go outside and take your own coffee break with Lucia.
I really enjoyed this take on the classic Cinderella story and how it fits Javi so perfectly. His puppy eyes and eagerness and shyness is captured so well here.
I also love that we got a glimpse past what happened when he took her away from her stepmother. Cuddling while watching movies is perfect and made me so warm and fuzzy on the inside.
Will “Ironhead” Miller x f!reader (of Potions and Myths AU)
Word count 4,2k
Warnings: Werewolf AU, wolf dynamics, established relationship, full moon run, wolf rut, explicit smut, size kink, breeding kink. Minors be gone, this is 18+.
A/N: Ummm… I do feel kind of bad holding onto this fic for so long. I actually started writing this back in October 2021 and it has been sitting completed in my Drive since January. But it just didn’t feel right putting it out there until now.
We are going back to visit Will and his mate from Of Potions and Myths. But I do think this can be read without knowing the full story before this.
It’s so wonderful to be back with them and to get more into their relationship and dynamic. They are so so in love and in tune with one another that it has me just head over heels for this universe. Truly I love this so so much
Summary: Hawks was your first friend, your first kiss, and your first love. You were the same for him. But you’re not little commission trainees anymore, you’re full fledged pro-heroes now with all the baggage and sacrifice that entails. Things are different now, and when the two of you end up accidentally mated, well… they’re about to get even more different.
This story will have multiple NSFW parts so it is 18+ ONLY, minors dni
✰ starring:hawks/keigo takami x fem!reader ✰ synopsis:as the number two hero, hawks has the ability to do conceivably anything he wants. spend any amount of money, travel to even the most remote places in the world, and even cover up the string of murders committed by the girl he’s deathly in love with. ✰ content:lovesick-to-the-point-of-crime hawks, serial killer on da loose, mentally-ill-but-also-not-really reader, slight domestic vibes, hawks wants to marry a serial killer <3, bloodlust, mentions of addiction, a liiiittle bit of consumption imagery, medical/anatomical problems because i’m Not a biology student i had to call my stem brother for advice ✰ warnings: descriptive murder, killing, wee bit of gore, clinical insanity tbh, INTENSE daddy kink, overstimulation, face fucking, somnophilia, mild dubcon at the end <3 ✰ word count: 14.1k ✰ a/n: it’s kinda fucked up but also not fucked up enough to warrant like, a psychiatric visit for me. part of my own one with the wind collab for the love of myyy lifeeeeee <3 lowkey self indulgent i just want to murder people
he lifts the police tape up with one hand, a cup of coffee in the other. the morning is gloomy, clouds on the precipice of pouring down tears, the air humid. it’s one of those days he wishes he could spend at home, but alas; duty calls.
“what are we lookin’ at?” he asks, sipping his latte. it’s a little on the bitter side even though he’d asked specifically for extra sugar, but it’ll be fine. he winces, swallowing anyway.
“mr hawks,” the officer greets him. “good morning. it’s another case.”
“of?”stupid question. it’s too early in the morning for his brain to function at maximum capacity, so it takes him a few seconds before he shakes his head. “oh. forget i asked.”
“that’s no problem mr. hawks,” the officer nods nonchalantly. “the same lookup. drained of blood, needle puncture wounds in the wrists, elbows. sliced open from collarbone to diaphragm.” they both look at the body on the ground, a pale girl with blonde hair, dark eyes wide open in a permanent state of shock. hawks almost feels bad for the girl, stripped naked down to her hips, her flesh split. he hopes the incision was made at least after she had died.
“so all the same markings of the crimson reaper then?” he takes another swig of his coffee. the girl definitely put up some kind of fight, with bruises on her arms, hands. but, as always, nothing of the killer is left on her body. not any skin under her nails, not any fingerprints. the crimson reaper knew what they were doing. they always do.
the officer nods, their cap tipped almost over their green eyes, hair tucked neatly into a bun. hawks looks down at them as they look at their notepad. “without a doubt,” they say grimly. “that’s the fourth case this month.”
You are John’s sister and has a secret crush on George. Afraid of what John might do if he finds out the feelings are mutual, you and George spent months hiding your feelings and exchanging love notes. Until one night, when George gets tired of trying to curb his desires.
Note:Well… This scene was part of a bigger oneshot but I ended up not liking the ending. This part, tho, I really enjoyed and hope you do too!!
.F!Reader x George Harrison.
“Why can’t I have you?” His whisper took you by surprise. As you turned around, you saw George’s eyes stray sadly towards yours “What do I have to do for you to be mine?”
His voice was gentle but it carried a unexpected anger, as if George’s feeling came from a hole in his chest much deeper than you might have expected.
He came closer, slowly. His eyes made it clear that he wanted to finish that distance more than anything, but the mechanical gesture with which he pushed a lock of your hair back made it clear he was waiting for your permission.
“I don’t know how to answer you anymore, George” You snapped, your eyes flickering towards his lips, now so close to yours that the air was warm “I don’t know how to make you understand that John would never approve this. He would kill you just by… just by being here so close to me.”
The breath that had been trapped in your chest finally came out as a sigh when you felt George’s hand moving up your thigh so unintentionally, that you would have thought it was an accident, if not for the clear desire stamped on his face.
The lightnings outside projected occasional points of light on George’s face. The sound of the rain was the only thing that distracted your attention from his voice.
He nodded with a low, deep sound. A sound of dissatisfaction you’ve known for years, which used to represent that George was giving up on the idea.
Not tonight.
“Do you want me to beg?” He asked, his eyes flashing towards your neck, making you wonder once again what it would feel like to have George’s lips and teeth slide over your skin.
His fingers played with the skin of your thigh as if he had done it as often as you wanted him to, and your eyes could no longer hide how much you wanted him to take you, leaving no room for the rationality of the situation.
“I’ll take care of you, Y/N” He promised in a tone that was both hopeful and comforting “I’ll tell John about us and… I… we will be together.”
One of George’s fingers made a longer movement, brushing so close to your panties that you couldn’t control the moan that followed.
George swallowed your reaction like he was hungry. Your eyes closing involuntarily and the slight incline toward his lips was enough to make him feel confident for the first time.
“Georgie, we shouldn't…” You started to say, when his nose brush lightly against the skin of your neck, signaling that there was no longer any distance between you two.
“Should I start now, Y/N?” He whispered at last, before sliding a kiss so gentle and warm on your shoulder that you considered pleading in his place “I want you to be mine, luve, but I need to hear you say it too.”
George’s lips made a sinuous, slow path up your neck, a path that would end at your lips as naturally as you could breathe “Tell me when to start, my love, tell me when to beg for you.”
You opened your eyes the same moment George stopped, his expression desperate and his breathing hard. Your hands were already on his shoulders, to stop him or to pull him closer, you couldn’t tell anymore. He was so close to your face that you felt his lip brush softly against yours as he said “Please, Y/N. I can’t take this anymore.”
You closed your eyes and gave in.
Fuck John.
You joined in an intense, desperate kiss that gave voice to everything that had built up between you two for months. George’s hands quickly pulled you into his lap and sank into your waist.
George was firm and warm beneath you, fast and gentle, intense and soft. His mouth enjoyed every stretch of your skin he’d always dreamed of.
Your lips slid into the wet mess of George’s tongue, while he was sucking at your lips and the moans that poured from them at the same time.
His hands pulled your body against him, a desperate attempt to get you closer and closer. You didn’t know what you loved more about this moment: George’s hands holding you tight in place by the hips, his panting breath against your face or the sweet taste of his lips.
He pulled away for the first time that night, bringing his finger to your mouth and sliding it over your lips unable to contain the smile as he looked at you.
His voice came out in a whisper, as if he apologized for the nervousness you caused him “I love you.”
“Be mine, Y/N” He pleaded again, his hands cupping the sides of your face in an act of urgency “I need you to be mine.”
You slid a kiss to the side of George’s mouth. YourGeorge.
“I love you so much, Georgie” You whispered back, your mouth mingling with his again.
George would never forget how beautiful you looked as you repeated over and over again that you were his, for the rest of the night.
Warnings: implied stalking, mention of kidnapping, brief mention of drug use, (y/n) is a woman
Gothamites far and wide hung on the anticipation of the new riddler broadcast. The air was tense in the GCPD as they awaited their message, any message not delivered with a body was welcome, however considering the DAs children had been reported missing not six hours ago tension remained. Jim held his breath, standing around the TV screen with the dark vigilante he had come to know, as well as some other cops who had scattered themselves across the room. He had crossed and uncrossed his arms, jittery as the news anchor finished her brief content warning to viewers, and then he popped in screen. “Hello” he greeted simply, voice filtered as it was typically. “As many of you have likely deduced I have…’borrowed’ our dear district attorneys precious son and daughter” a sigh got caught in Jim’s throat, sure he had known it but having it confirmed still hit him a little.
“Neither HAVE to die or even be injured for that matter” now THAT caught Jim’s attention, he exchanged a glance with Vengeance, who as expected remained entirely stoic.
“They’re something of a bargaining chip. For what? Well” the riddler laughed almost bashfully and lowered his head, shaking it in amusement “well the apple of my eye” he continued a little bit more of a giggle on his lips. Jim’s eyebrows furrowed as he began to lean forward towards the screen.
A picture appeared, a woman, likely in her twenties. It looked to be a picture from her social media, a charming selfie. She was smiling, her (e/c) eyes twinkling with a little playful glint. She was pretty, she seemed warm and fun. Jim could only muster up one thought “what in the hell could this freak want with this poor girl?”
Across town she was at work, a waitress in a greasy spoon diner, the uniform did nothing for her form but she still managed to look beautiful, elegant almost. She had stopped in her tracks, almost dropped the pot of coffee she was holding. “Jesus fucking Christ dude” a voice from behind her said, Dylan, he’d been working there two weeks and (y/n) was pretty sure she’d never seen him NOT high.
But she wasn’t thinking about that right now, her world spun as she watched the broadcast of the infamous riddler announcing that he wanted something and that something had to do with her.
“This beautiful creature has really had quite the grip on me since the day I’d seen her” the riddler continued, his voice was softer than the theatrical excitement he had normally used. “However I’ve had no way of reaching her so, I’ll admit, I’m going for a bit of an extreme here. In exchange for the lives of these two adult spoiled brats I would like an hour alone, a video call, nothing more, nothing LESS” he near seethed as he stressed his last word.
(Y/n) couldn’t understand, she felt like she was dreaming, she had to be. How exactly does one respond to finding out you’re the subject of obsession from a terrorist. “I have taken the liberty of sending a phone to the GCPD, which I will call at 6pm on the day of this broadcast,if she is not there or no one answers, the brats die” he chuckled lightly “if I find out about any tampering with the phone, the brats die. If I find out about ANYONE in the room with her during this private conversation, THE. BRATS. DIE.”
All eyes were on (y/n) in the diner but she hardly registers them. “(Y/n), my love, light of my life…it’s a date. Okay? Buh -bye” and with that the broadcast ended. She just stood there a moment processing before looking at the clock. 4:45 pm. “Shit, I have to fucking go” she said speed walking into the staff room. “Yeah the fuck you do” Dylan added breathlessly. She rushed to unlock her locker throwing off her uniform and quickly shuffling into the outfit she had slunk into that morning before rushing out the door.
The GCPD was hectic, having nothing more to work with than a face and a first name wasn’t easy and they had an hour and fifteen minutes to figure it the fuck out. Vengeance had already trudged himself out some window to frantically search. After about twenty minutes of chaos the world practically stopped at (y/n) was escorted through the door. Jim finally felt air knock back into his lungs as she walked up to his as instructed.
The two occupied an interrogation room, the phone sent by the riddler lay on the table next to a water bottle Gordon has given her. He intended to make the most out of the fifty minutes they had left before the call
“Do you have any inkling as to who the Riddler may be?” She simply shook her head “no, not at all” Jim quickly concluded she was either telling the truth or was a damn good liar. “Do you have any way of knowing how he had come across you?” She opened and shut her mouth a few times before speaking “I’m a waitress, people come and go all the time so…maybe there? I do frequent some shops and restaurants a lot too so.. no way of knowing really” she was scared, she had never been interrogated in her life, not officially like this.
“Has the riddler made any attempt to contact you before this?” She shook her head, she was shaking now.
Before long the phone rang, after a breath Jim quickly removed himself, he’d opted to stay out from behind the one way glass as well, he didn’t want to take any risks in observing the conversation.
(Y/n) propped the phone up against the water bottle and answered the face time call, and there he was, the Riddler. He sat silently, just…staring. “Hello..” (y/n) broke the silence nervously. “Hi..” he answered before plunging them both into another moment of heavy silence. After a few seconds he leaned forward “you’re so beautiful” he breathed out. (Y/n) forced a smile and thanked him kindly, as to not upset him in anyway.
“Tell me about yourself. Please. I want to hear everything”
author’s note: if i’m being honest i’ve been thinking about this for a couple days now and finally got the motivation to actually make it an actual fanfic, so here <3 it’s a little short though
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The sound of booming thunder reverberated around the tent, rain continuously pouring down from the colourless sky as you let out a sigh, struggling to focus. Gorou chuckled, his voice soon trailing off as you nudged closer to him.
“..What’s with the sudden movement?” Gorou mumbled lowly, gulping as he stared forward, your chest coming into view. The blush on his face spreading further as you rested your hand on his shoulder, sucking up a sharp inhale.
“Gorou, Don’t move. I can’t comb your hair properly if you keep moving.” You remarked, your breath hitching as you felt two arms snaking around your waist, your body freezing completely. Gorou stared up at you, giving you a cheeky grin as he trailed his hand up your waist while the other pulled your wrist forward, making you plummet forward onto his lap.
You opened your mouth to speak, only for the general to entirely wrap his arms around your waist. Gorou leaned forward, planting a soft peck of affection onto your collarbone, your body stiffening.
“Hey now, General Gorou I thought you wanted me to comb your hair? What is this all about?”
No answer. Gorou’s hands settled on your waist, squeezing them lightly as the sudden action caused your body to jolt up, making him chuckle.
“..Ohoho. Did I squeeze too hard?” Gorou muttered in your ear, making you suck up a sharp breath as you shook your head, shooting a icy cold glare at him as his ears perked up. All of the sudden, Gorou lifted you up by your waist, only for him to push you down on him again as he grinded against your sex.
A daring smirk forming on his face, he rolled his waist in circles against yours, causing friction between the both of you. You threw your head back a bit, giving the shiba the opportunity to plant a couple of kisses on your neck, taking it to the next level as he bit down on a sensitive spot of yours, making you wince.
“General..-“
“..Ah ah.. keep quiet for me, will you? that’s an order.”
“…General Gorou-“
“Awh, come on. Are you not following your general’s orders now?”
You opened your mouth to speak, though nothing came out. Nodding slightly, he caressed your cheek, giving you a gentle grin.
“Hm. That’s what I thought.”
Gorou launched himself forward, digging his teeth into your neck as he watched you hold back the lewd noises you threatened to let out. He dragged his hand up your stomach, all the way up to your chest, groping them delicately.
“..General, I hear something.. ah-“
Suddenly, the shiba’s ears twitched, the sound of ruffling ringed in his ear as he pulled away from your neck, trying to pull you off of his lap.
But he was too late.
“General Gorou! I have some news to!-“ One of the soldiers entered the tent, the tone of his voice trailing off mid sentence as he stared at both you and Gorou, eyeing up and down “..report..?” The soldier paused for a quick moment, scratching his neck as Gorou waved at him.
“Hm? What do you need?” Gorou chuckled nervously, adjusting you on his lap as you stared at the soldier, looking back at Gorou. There was a pause between the three of you, Gorou clearing his throat to make it less awkward than it already is.
“On second thought, Please report back to me later, I need to get some things done.” The soldier hesitated for a brief moment, nodding as he exited the tent, leaving you and Gorou alone once again.
“Sorry about that. Hm.. where were we..” Gorou tapped his chin with his finger, letting out a hum right after as he settled his hands on your waist once more, grinding against you once again.
“Ah.. I remember now. Be good for me and stay still, hm?~”
author’s note (?): yk i simply just downloaded tumblr just to write a fanfic about how a motherfucking shiba inu and a damn samurai tag team you, so uh yeah here ‼️ mf this took hours and i have zero idea why it did
p.s: also i apologize if it’s a bit long or a bit boring in a way, i’m not that great when it comes to writing
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Ah yes. Gorou, General of the Sangonomiya Resistance. Gorou and the rest of Sangonomiya soldiers took you in as their new recruit, From that point on you’ve grown a bit fond over him, You admired how much he was devoted to protecting his love ones, How determined he was to fight against the Vision Hunt Decree. To your surprise, both you and Gorou have grown to be a bit closer ever since he took you in as a new recruit.
Just by hearing his voice, You feel your heart flutter. Even just by being around him you feel a bit more nervous than usual, Gorou did notice these traits of yours but brushed it off multiple times. Little did you know he has the same exact emotions towards you.
The sound of pouring rain could be heard from outside of the tent. You stood up, making your way toward the entrance as you were stopped by none other than Gorou.
“Oh, Good morning Gorou” You chuckled, Gorou’s arms snaking around your waist as he nuzzled his face against your neck, letting out a soft hum.
“Good morning.” Gorou cooed, twirling a strand of your hair with his finger. His ears twitched as you proceeded to pat his head, rubbing his ear with your thumb. Though, this little wholesome session of yours didn’t last long, Only to be interrupted by a soldier.
“Do you need anything?” Gorou pulled away from you, Looking over his shoulder as one of his subordinates waited for you two to finish your little session. Gorou tilted his head, waiting for a response from his fellow subordinate.
“My apologies for interrupting you, General Gorou. But, We have visitors. They wish to see you.”
Gorou nodded, pulling his hands away from your waist as he gave you a small peck on the forehead, Letting his subordinate lead him to the so called visitors. With your curiosity getting the best of you, you decided to follow them. You were quite curious on who these visitors were, Were they new recruits perhaps? These kind of thoughts danced throughout your mind, Your thinking only stopped by the sound of your partner’s voice.
“Kazuha, Captain Beidou! Long time no see”
Kazuha? Captain Beidou too? Why would they be visiting the Resistance at this time. You made your way to the sound of voices, Beidou waving at you as you waved back, both Gorou and Kazuha waving at you a few moments after.
“Hehe, It’s been quite a while. Long time no see, Y/n. The sound of the rain is quite peaceful, Don’t you think?”
You nodded, giving the Inazuman Samurai a gentle grin. Gorou reached out for your hand, caressing it softly, His eyes slightly narrowing at Kazuha
“Ah, Have you two met before?”
“Yes that is correct, Gorou. Y/n and I have met before, Though it was quite awhile ago.”
“..Mhm.. I see.” Gorou’s tone of voice was.. a bit off. It was more on the low side, It was quite uncommon for his voice to be this low, What could be the issue with him. Oh, Right.
He’s jealous, isn’t he?
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Throughout the whole day, Gorou’s behaviour was quite inconsistent. The Shiba would often pull you away from Kazuha on certain occasions, Like a predator stealing his prey away from another predator. Kazuha on the other hand didn’t think much of it. It has been quite awhile since both you and Kazuha spent time together, So this is was probably one of the only times you two would do so. Kazuha told you stories about his journeys in the past, He seemed pretty passionate about the topics he likes. Since you’ve never been around Inazuma a lot, You we’re curious about his thoughts about the nation. You wanted to know his thoughts on almost everything.
The Samurai did discuss about certain Inazuman flowers, one was called Dendrobium. You were quite interested about the backstory of these vibrant plants, He did mention the fact that almost everyone once thought that the plant did indeed go extinct in the Inazuman archipelago. Although, It has re-emerged from the ground since that. Ah. Those flowers seem like a good gift to give for someone special.
Both you and Kazuha settled in the main tent, The moonlight shining on the tent, Giving both of you enough light to see each other. Kazuha’s ears prickled as the sound of the wind filled his own ears, Closing them for a brief moment before opening them once again, caressing the side of your waist with his bandaged hand,
The scent of Kazuha’s clothing filled your nose as he wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. He let out a chuckle, pulling himself away from your shoulder as he gave your head a pat.
“What seems to be up with your general today, Y/n? He seems quite envious over me. See, with how much I’ve been spending time with you, Hm?” Kazuha brought his hands up to your face, His thumb resting on the side of your mouth as he parted it slightly
“Hm? If I’m being honest, I’m not too sure. But I do have a feeling he’s-“
“Jealous? As a matter of fact, I am.”
Your sentence was soon caught off by Gorou, the Samurai’s gaze settled towards the entrance as a smug grin formed on his face.
“Gorou, We’re in the middle of something here.” Kazuha sneered, The Shiba clenching his fists as he made his way over to you and Kazuha, Pulling you away from the samurai. Gorou gritted his teeth, letting out a hiss.
Your whole body froze, You were speechless. This was quite a surprise to you, considering the fact Gorou and Kazuha are both good friends.. Yet they’re acting like this? You’ve never seen this side of Gorou even, You could feel how tight he was gripping onto your waist. God damn it was tight as hell. Gorou’s hisses got louder as he snaked his arms around your waist, Only for Kazuha to do so as well.
“I don’t recall sharing something that’s mine with someone like you.” Gorou hissed once more, his eyes narrowing at Kazuha as he stared down at the movements of his hands, his bandaged hand making it’s way under your shirt, your breath hitching due to the samurai’s sudden movement.
“..Mm. Surely you can let me have a taste, Hm?” Kazuha murmured, your body jolting forward as he settled his cold hand on your stomach, caressing it lightly as he grabbed your wrist with his other hand. He pulled you closer to his body, his hand trailing up from your wrist all the way to the back of your neck
“..A taste?” Gorou scoffed, Pulling your body rather closer towards him as well, he rested his head on your shoulder, furrowing his eyebrows at Kazuha, his head tilting quite a bit.
Kazuha hummed at Gorou’s response to his question. Pulling your head close to his, he leaned forward. He dragged his tongue down your neck, making you gasp. Your hands pressed against Kazuha’s chest as you felt Gorou’s hands making its way under your shirt as well, A shaky exhale was all that came out of your mouth.
“Y/n, Is this okay with you?” Kazuha cooed, pulling away from your neck, caressing the side of your cheek with his thumb. Suddenly, You felt Gorou digging his sharp teeth into your shoulder, Letting out a shaky yelp as you struggled to form your sentences correctly.
“..Ah.. Hm this is alright.. I’m okay with this..” You muttered, struggling to hold back all the shaky moans that you were tempted to let out. Kazuha stared up at the shiba, giving him a nod of approval. Gorou bit his lip, hesitantly bringing his hands up, groping your chest while nibbling the side of your neck. Kazuha biting the other side on the other hand, licking rather leisurely after each bite.
“…Kazu..ha.. Gorou..” You whined lowly, fastening your grip around Kazuha’s grey short-sleeved kimono. Gorou rested his free hand on your waist, pushing you forward, losing balance for a quick second. Kazuha’s hand held your chin, guiding your face towards his.
“Yeah.. You’re enjoying this, Hm?” He chuckled lowly, pulling you towards him as he interlocked his lips with yours, the feeling of your lips on his sent butterflies to his stomach and yours. To your surprise, Gorou bit down on your shoulder. Hard. Your lips parted as you let out a muffled moan, giving Kazuha the chance to shove his tongue in your mouth.
Grabbing a nearby chair with his free hand, Kazuha wasted no time and took a seat. He pulled you onto his lap, taking his hand out of your shirt as he gripped onto both of your thighs, setting you down on his lap as he rubbed circles on your thigh with his thumb.
“..Hey now. That’s enough, Kazuha. I think they’re ready now.”
The Inazuma Samurai pulled away, smirking as he nodded at the shiba, his gaze returning to you.
“.. You think you can take those clothes off for us, Hm?” Kazuha exclaimed, watching you nod as you hesitantly took off your pants, leaving you in your undergarments and shirt. Gorou pushed you back on Kazuha’s lap, biting back down on your shoulder.
“Oh wow. Black panties? You’re a bold one..~” Kazuha stared down at your undergarments, Gorou letting out a chuckle.
“Shut up, Kazuha.” Your face flushed red, pouting a bit as he patted your head gently. Good lord who knew this damn samurai who happened to be quite the poetic type would say something like that.
“..It would be a shame if someone took it off.” Kazuha snickered, ripping your black undergarment with his bare hands. God damn he’s strong as fuck. Letting out a gasp, Kazuha untied the soft material that kept his pants on, He grabbed your waist, moving you down until you reached the tip of his cock, guiding you down.
“..You two are leaving me out on the fun part. That’s unfair.”
“..Mm? Then go do your part here. No one’s stopping you, General Gorou.”
“..Please restrain yourself from calling me that.” Gorou sighed, removing the flexible band around his waist before throwing it on the floor. The General bit his lip, Hesitating for a moment.
“..Alright.. Well. Y/n, This might hurt quite a bit, Alright? Tell me or Kazuha if it hurts and we’ll stop.” Gorou planted a kiss on the side of your cheek, before moving forward as he entered the same hole, both of them stretching you out completely as Kazuha bit his lip, letting out a muffled groan of pleasure.
“..Oh fuck..” Gorou breathed, His hands trailing down your body as both him and Kazuha thrusted forward, Kazuha throwing his head back as he stared back at you, chuckling as he caressed your face with his bandaged hand
“..Mhm.. Look at you, You’re taking us in so well.. such a good girl..~” Kazuha cooed, grabbing ahold of your hips
The pleasure was unbearable, the pain of the stretch was completely non-existent at this point. All you could think of was getting wrecked by both Kazuha and Gorou, Both of them somehow knew exactly where you were sensitive in, continuously hitting that exact same spot. Letting out a shaky gasp, Kazuha grabbed onto your hips once again, slamming you down on both his and Gorou’s cock. Your body jolted upwards as Gorou laid a hand on your stomach.
“..Wahh.. Would you look at that? We’re really going deep inside of you, Huh..” He mumbled, biting your earlobe as he caressed the bulge on your stomach.
“…Kazuha! Gorou..! the.. Ahn!” Oh my. You struggled to form your sentences correctly alright. The two hummed, waiting for a response from you.
“…Ngh.. the.. ack!-“
“Use your words, My love.” Kazuha leaned in, whispering in your ear.
Good lord the pleasure was quite sensational, You felt electricity running through your whole body as your legs shivered, Kazuha grabbing ahold of your thighs. Gorou on the other hand planted kisses on your shoulder, Leaving a few love bites. Oh boy, How are you going to cover that.
“The!- knot in my stomach..-“ You whined, eyes shut tight as skin-slapping against each other was all that could be heard, followed by groans and gasps.
“I can’t stop moving my hips.. It feels too good..” Gorou’s breath hitched as he wrapped his arms around your waist, groping your chest with his hand. He pulled out for a quick second, leaving the tip inside of you as he slammed back in with a sharp yet harsh thrust, making you wince.
“You’re a good girl, yeah? Oh fuck..” Kazuha praised, hand slipping in under your shirt. Oh boy how are you going to walk after this, You’re practically getting wrecked by these two at this point.
“..Y/n.. I’m close..” Gorou whined, trying to speed up as Kazuha did the same. You opened your mouth to speak, only for Gorou to plunge his fingers into your mouth, making you gag. He thrusted his fingers in your mouth, letting out a snicker. “..Good fucking girl.”
“..Mm.. I don’t think I can hold much longer, Y/n, can we?” Kazuha mumbled, patting your head, due to your mouth being occupied by Gorou’s fingers, You nodded. Kazuha and Gorou’s cocks twitched inside your walls before releasing, both of them letting out a groan as you felt your stomach fill with their cum. Gorou took his fingers out of your mouth, patting your back.
“..Oh fuck you both..” You panted, lowering your head as Gorou gave you a quick kiss on your neck, Kazuha planting one on the temple of your forehead. “..Are you both going to pull out or..?”
“Mm. You see, You’re rather warm, my love.” Kazuha cooed, giving you a soft grin as you smacked him in the face lightly, making both him and Gorou chuckle. “You wouldn’t mind if we had multiple of these sessions, no?”
You lingered outside the briefing room, waiting for the news you were certain was about to come but yet you prayed didn’t. As much as you knew Rooster wanted on this mission, the thought of him going made your stomach roll and your heart clench. Though you only worked the coms in the control room for the mission and had no clearance for the details of the current assignment, you had managed to sneak a look at the mission plan. It was a near-suicide mission, and everyone knew it. And yet, you knew better than to ask Rooster to step down. It was missions like this that he trained for his entire career, and he wouldn’t turn down the opportunity to fly it. Even for you.
Suddenly, the door to the briefing room flew open and Hangman stormed out. The second you saw his face, all of your fears were confirmed. The only reason he would look that pissed off is if he hadn’t been selected for the team, which meant…..
Rooster walked out of the room, and he stumbled to a stop when he saw you standing there. Without saying a word, he opened his arms and you were instantly in them, wrapped in his tight embrace for what might be the last time. Burying your face into his chest, you said in a muffled voice, “I told you he would pick you. Maverick knows talent when he sees it.”
Rooster sighed as he rested his chin on the top of your head. “Yeah, well, you’re not exactly objective when it comes to my skills.”
You chuckled softly but the sound quickly shifted into a sob. You tried to bite your lip to keep your tears from falling, but it was useless. Rooster placed his hands on your arms and pushed you away from him, getting a good look at your face. “Aw, baby, please don’t. If you cry, I’ll cry and that won’t be good.”
“I’m sorry, I just- I need you to come back. Okay? I can’t…. I can’t sit there and watch you go down.” The tears were flowing more steadily down your face and Rooster reached up and wiped them away with his thumb.
“I’ll come back. I promise.”
You shook your head. “You can’t promise that. There are so many things that could go wrong, so many chances to fail. You know I believe in you, baby, but this….. this isn’t something that just relies on skill. If even the slightest bit of information is incorrect, if they miscalculated anything, this could all go wrong, and I can’t-”
“It’s not going to. I will come back. I promise you. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” He trailed his hand down your cheek before lifting your chin with his thumb. His lips brushed against yours, gentle and soft, and as much as his words were saying differently, you knew this was him telling you goodbye.
You rested your head on his chest once more and the two of you held each other in silence for as long as time permitted.
To everyone’s astonishment, the mission had been accomplished perfectly even with Dagger 4’s laser malfunction. You smiled broadly as pride swelled in your chest as Rooster managed to hit his target without the guidance. However, that feeling quickly faded as he crested over the top of Coffin Corner and into range of the SAMs. As missiles filled the radar screens in the control room, you gripped the arms of your seat so tightly, that the muscles in your arms began to tremble. And it felt as if your heart stopped when Rooster’s desperate cries filled your headset as he informed everyone he was out of flares. But Maverick had flown in at the last second and saved him. And as much as it pained you to see Maverick go down, at least Rooster was safe.
Until he wasn’t. Despite his orders, despite your desperate pleas to him over the coms, Rooster went back for Maverick. And it was then that your world exploded as you watched a SAM slam into his plane before his signal blinked out.
Frantically reaching for your controls, you said, “Dagger 2, come in….” Silence. “Dagger 2, I repeat, co-come in.” Still no response. You jumped to your feet as you slammed the com button and screamed, “Rooster! Answer me!”
The entire control room was deathly silent as you felt every eye on you. But you didn’t care. You just needed Rooster to answer. But he never did.
You collapsed back into your seat in stunned silence, still unable to grasp the reality of what just happened. From somewhere behind you, you heard Vice Admiral Simpson mutter, “Get her out of here” before you felt a pair of hands gently rest on your shoulders and help usher you out into the hall.
It wasn’t until the door to the control room closed that you collapsed to the floor in a heap of sobs and tears. Rooster couldn’t be gone. He just couldn’t. He promised you he would come back. He promised he wouldn’t make you go through watching his readings blink off of your screen, wouldn’t make you watch him go down. Yet, he had gone back for Maverick and made you watch him die.
Another sob rattled through your chest and you felt the hands from before rest softly on your shoulders. Looking up, you saw Hondo staring back at you, a tear running down his face as well. You nodded at him, a sign of thanks and understanding. While you had just lost the man you loved, Hondo had just lost a dear friend who he had served with for many years. The pains you were feeling were different yet not really so dissimilar. And as terrible as it was to think, at least you weren’t alone in your grief.
As he lowered himself to the floor, you slid over and rested your head on his shoulder. Neither one of you said a word. You both just sat silently as you tried to come to terms with what had happened and what you had lost.
After what seemed like an eternity, you managed to stop crying and pull yourself together for the most part. The pain was still there, but the initial shock had started to fade a little, leaving a deep emptiness instead. But you knew that feeling would take much longer to fade.
Just as you were about to ask Hondo how he was doing, the door to the control room flew open and Rear Admiral Bates stuck his head out. “You two need to get back in here now.”
Through your puffy, bloodshot eyes, you looked up at him in confusion. “Sir?”
“We’re receiving a signal from Rooster’s tracker.” Your eyes went wide as your breath caught in your chest. “He’s currently in the air in what appears to be in a F-14 Tomcat headed this way.”
“Maverick.” Hondo chuckled in relief.
Your head swam as you tried to grasp the miracle that was being presented to you. “Are you saying they’re both okay and on their way back?”
Warlock shook his head. “We can’t say for certain. We haven’t been able to hail their craft and…. there appears to be two, possibly three Su-57s closing in on their position.”
Suddenly, the entire ship shook as a roar of a plane taking off sounded from the deck above. Exchanging a confused look with Hondo and Warlock, you all hurried back into the control room where chaos was currently ensuing.
As you looked around, you heard someone saying, “Dagger Spare, you were not cleared for takeoff. I repeat you were not cleared for takeoff.”
A smile spread across your face as you realized what just happened and a voice came in over the comms. “This is Dagger Spare and with all due respect, you’ve been denying my requests to go help my team all mission and I won’t let my fellow pilots die because you refuse to give me authorization. So, I’m willing to take whatever reprimands are warranted when I get back, but I won’t be coming back alone.”
Hangman.You made a note to never bad-mouth the pilot again. He had just risked his career to save Maverick and Rooster and for that, you would never be able to repay him.
There was a pause as the room held its breath, waiting to see what Hangman’s fate would be. Finally, Vice Admiral Simpson sighed and said, “Dagger Spare, you are cleared for the mission. Go bring our men home.”
The room erupted in a cheer as Hangman said, “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”
Hope soared through you for the first time since you found out Rooster was going on the mission. With Hangman and Maverick (two of the only men in active duty ever to have a confirmed kill in aerial combat) by his side, you knew they would make it.
Rooster was coming home.
They wouldn’t let anyone from the control room up on deck until all aircrafts had safely landed (safety protocols or some bullshit). But the second you received the all-clear, you burst through the door. The deck was swarming with people trying to congratulate the returning pilots, so you had to shove and elbow your way through. Finally, as you approached the spot where the planes had come to a stop, you could see Rooster and Maverick embracing. It looked like an emotional and tender moment that under any other circumstance would have warmed your heart to see the two men seemingly settling their differences. But after what you just went through, you were willing to spoil their moment.
“Rooster!” you screamed.
Immediately, he dropped his hold on Maverick and pivoted towards the sound of your voice. Without saying a word, he opened his arms and you were instantly in them, wrapped in his tight embrace after fearing you never would be again. As you buried your face into his chest, he whispered, “I promised you I’d be back.”
His voice was choked and strained and when you pulled back to look at him, you saw tears shimmering in his eyes. Quickly reaching up to wipe them away, you said, “Oh, baby. Come on. If you cry, I’ll cry, remember? And no one wants to see that.”
“I don’t care, let them see.” Rooster smashed his lips into yours and you quickly returned his embrace with just as much love and devotion. Soon, you could taste the salty sting of tears on your lips and you weren’t sure if they were yours or his but you didn’t mind. Because Rooster was alive and safe and back in your arms. And that was all that mattered.
From the moment Rooster stepped into the bar, he was second-guessing his decision to come back. Phoenix had given him a warm welcome (before jabbing him harshly with a pool cue) and there were some nice enough new guys he had just been introduced to. However, before he could even grab his first beer, Hangman was already all over him with subtle jabs and sarcastic comments. Rooster couldn’t deny the man was an excellent pilot, but he was also a selfish, narcissistic, jackass who got on his nerves more than anyone else he had ever met.
And this opinion was only reinforced when Hangman looked down his nose at the rest of the cadets and asked, “Who’s gonna be team leader? And which one of ya’ll has what it takes to follow me?”
Rooster opened his mouth to make a comeback when another voice sounded from over his shoulder. “I don’t know, Jake. Last time I let you lead we almost ended up under arrest for flying in restricted airspace. Think you can do better this time?”
All eyes turned as another cadet strolled up to the group. Rooster didn’t recognize you but there was something about the way you carried yourself that made him take notice. Though not as intimidating looking as most of the guys in the room, you stood as if you owned the space and dared anyone to try and take it from you. But while that attitude seemed egotistical or arrogant on someone like Hangman, your half-smile and the gleam in your eyes teased a more playful side to you as well. Rooster sat up straighter in his seat, instantly intrigued.
However, he wasn’t the only one taking interest in you. Hangman’s eyes grew wide and a stunned smile spread across his face. “No fucking way. Livewire? Why the hell didn’t you tell me you were coming?” He dropped the pool cue onto the table and immediately scooped you into his arms. You squealed and laughed as he spun you around.
Fanboy nudged Payback as he muttered, “Dude, Livewire’s here? I thought she was on some top-secret mission overseas?”
Rooster leaned in so you and Hangman wouldn’t overhear as the two of you caught up. “Who is she?”
“She was the top of the class our year. Apparently, she and Hangman used to be a thing a few years before that. Since our class was the one directly after your guys’, he was brought up a few times and she sort of mentioned their past. Seems they were pretty serious at one point.”
Rooster looked over at you and Hangman, his arms still around your waist as you rested your hand on his chest. “And now?”
Both Fanboy and Payback just shrugged, and Rooster sighed. Anyone who would date Hangman probably wasn’t someone he was going to get along with. Any excitement he had felt when he first laid eyes on you quickly faded. It seemed as if you were going to be just one more person for him to butt heads with.
However, as the evening passed, he noticed you weren’t like Hangman at all. You reconnected with Fanboy and Payback as the three of you swapped stories of your time at Top Gun together. You chatted excitedly to Bob about his position at the Naval Air Station in Lemore and how he felt about being here. You and Phoenix had a hushed conversation that involved a lot of pointing and laughing at the male cadets. And when Rooster had settled down at the piano to play “Great Balls of Fire”, you were right next to him belting out the song at the top of your lungs.
Yet, it still came as a surprise when you came over to him towards the end of the night and smiled brightly as you said, “So, mister piano man. You’re the infamous Rooster, huh? Jake’s mentioned you before.”
Rooster gave you a tightlipped smile. “All good things I hope.”
“I wouldn’t say that. But I know how he gets so I’m not putting too much stock into it.” You laughed softly. “Besides, I’ve also heard about you from other people, and from what they say about your skills in a plane, I think it was just his jealousy talking. I can’t wait to see what you can do up there with my own eyes.” You smiled as you trailed your hand down his arm. “I’m gonna go grab another beer. Do you want one?”
“Uh, yeah, sure. Thanks.”
You winked at him. “Be right back.”
Rooster watched as you headed to the bar, leaning across it to get the bartender’s attention. He had expected you to be just as belittling and stuck up as your ex, yet not only were you being kind and supportive to everyone here, but you were admitting you recognized Hangman’s flaws instead of supporting them. Maybe you weren’t the person he thought you were.
When you returned, you handed him his beer and settled into the seat next to him. For a moment, the two of you just sipped your drinks in silence until Rooster finally cleared his throat. “So…. you and Hangman, huh?”
You shook your head with a soft chuckle. “I guess word travels fast around here. Yeah, we were together, but it was a long time ago. We met back when we were both at the Naval Academy and we started dating. But once we graduated, it only lasted a few months. Now we’re just really close friends.”
“What happened? If you don’t mind me asking.”
You shrugged. “Everything was fine while we were physically together at the academy but as soon as we got separate assignments far away from each other, things sort of fell apart. I thought he was cheating on me, and he thought I was cheating on him. So, in the end, we just broke up. It was insanely messy. But about a year after that, we ran into each other at a Naval banquet, talked things out, and we’ve been close friends again ever since.”
“Wow, I’m sorry he didn’t trust you.”
You laughed. “Oh no, neither one of us should have trusted the other. We were both sleeping with a lot of different people.”
“What? Really?” Rooster stared at you in surprise, both at the fact you were a serial cheater and the fact that you would so freely admit that to someone you had just met.
You shrugged again. “We were both in our early twenties, traveling all over the world, meeting new people all the time and we were never in the same location together. Plus, we thought we were pretty hot shit back then.” You glanced over at Hangman and chuckled. “Well, Jake still thinks that.”
“And you don’t?”
“Nah. I got knocked down a few pegs when I was trying to show off on a mission. I almost got shot down and that would have compromised everything. Luckily, my wingman was able to cover my ass and he completed the mission for me. After that, it kind of sobered me up and I straightened out. That’s when I got into Top Gun originally and the rest is history. But I still have a wild streak every once and a while in case you were wondering.” You winked at Rooster as you took a sip of your beer, and he couldn’t hide the smile that spread across his face.
It seemed as if he might have judged you too quickly based on your relationship with Hangman. You weren’t like him at all. In fact, there was just something about you that was unlike anyone else Rooster had ever met. You were confident yet not cocky. Snarky yet not cruel. Intelligent yet not belittling. You were a mess of contradictions, and Rooster needed to figure them all out.
But before he could ask you another question, a voice cut him off. “Bradshaw! Are you flirting with my number one girl over here?” Hangman appeared at your side and threw his arm over your shoulder, pulling you in close to him.
You rolled your eyes and shoved him away playfully. “Oh, come on, Jakey. Calm down. We’re just talking. Don’t get jealous.”
“Jealous? Of Rooster here? I doubt it. Besides, I wouldn’t hold your breath with him. By the time he works up the courage to make a move, we’ll all be old and retired. Rooster has a tendency of waiting for the right moment even though it never comes.” Hangman narrowed his eyes slightly with a smirk.
But it quickly faded as you smacked his arm. “Well, who says I need him to make the first move? Or are you forgetting I’m the one who kissed you first? Besides, maybe I need someone a little more cautious and less reckless in my life.” You smiled at Rooster, but Hangman wasn’t letting it go.
He scoffed, “He couldn’t handle you. There’s a reason they call you Livewire.”
“Yeah, and there’s a reason they call you Hangman. So, drop it, Jake. You don’t have a say in what I do with my life anymore or who I become friends with.”
Hangman opened his mouth to respond, but Rooster cut him off. “Listen, I don’t need to be in the middle of whatever this is between you two. I just came here to relax, meet up with some old friends, and grab a drink before things start getting intense in the next few weeks. But since that doesn’t look like that’s going to happen anymore, I’m just going to head back to base. See you tomorrow.”
Rooster downed the rest of his beer in a single gulp then turned and walked out the bar, ignoring the arguing he heard coming from behind him.
However, he was only to the side of the building when he heard you calling after him. “Hey, Rooster! Wait up!”
Reluctantly, he stopped walking as you hurried to catch up to him. “Hey.”
“Thanks for waiting. Listen, I know there’s already some tension or animosity between you and Jake and I totally get that. Jake can be…. a lot. Well, more accurately, he can be an asshole.” You rolled your eyes. “But I’ll talk to him and get him to back off some. He’s just being a little protective over me because we still care about each other, and he just really doesn’t like you. However, from what I’ve seen tonight, you seem like a great guy. I just don’t want my friendship with Jake to sour the chance for us to get to know each other a little better.”
Rooster nodded softly, a small smile tugging at his lips. “No, I wouldn’t want that. I like what I’ve seen of you so far too.”
You grinned, a playful glint sparkling in your eyes. Gesturing down to your outfit, you said, “If this is impressing you, just wait until I’m out of uniform. You ain’t seen nothing yet….. but I have a feeling you might soon. Goodnight.” You winked at him and slowly backed away, leaving Rooster standing there stunned and not quite sure what had just happened.
But as he stood there trying to figure it out, he realized he never paid you for the beers. Quickly hurrying after you, he skidded to a stop as he heard familiar voices coming from just around the corner.
“Hey, we need to talk.”
“Hey, Jake, what’s up? Is something wrong?” you asked.
Rooster carefully peeked his head around the side of the building to see you and Hangman standing close together at the edge of the parking lot. Hangman reached out and took your hand. “We need to talk about us. Now that we’re gonna be here together for the next month, maybe we could try working something out. Maybe this time-”
However, you cut him off with a sad sigh as you pulled your hand away. “Jake, just stop, okay? We both know that’s not gonna work. I love you and I will always love you. But…. I don’t think I can ever be in love with you again. And if you’re honest with yourself, I don’t think that’s really what you want anyway. You like the idea of us together, but the reality is so much different than the thought. We just don’t work as a couple. When we tried it again last year, we almost ruined everything we had built between us and I don’t want that to happen again. You were too jealous, I was too controlling, and it’s all because neither one of us really trusts each other after what happened the first time. We need to just be friends, best friends, but nothing more.”
“I know.” Hangman stared down at the ground, his hands shoved in his pockets. “You’re right. I do love you, but not in that way. Not anymore. I think I’m just afraid of losing what we have if you find someone else. And I do want you to be happy, really I do. But do you seriously have to go out with Rooster of all people?” Rooster’s head snapped to attention. Since when was that decided?
You must have had a similar thought as your brow scrunched in confusion. “Who said anything about going out with him? We just met tonight and all we did was talk. You were the one who brought up him making a move!”
“Yeah, but you like him, I can tell.”
Now it was your turn to look shyly down at the ground. “I mean, it wasn’t a long conversation or anything, but yeah, I do. He seems to know who he is, and he owns it. I like that. And I know you two have your differences or whatever, but if something were to happen between us, I’m not going to not see him because of that. I respect your opinion, Jake, but if I didn’t date any guy you had friction with, I might as well join a nunnery.”
“I’m not that bad!” Your ex scoffed.
“Of all the people here, the only people you like are me and Coyote. That’s it. And I heard you tell Coyote that he better not try anything with me. So, who does that leave me with?”
“Fine. I get your point. I’ll try to behave.”
You grabbed his chin between your fingers and squeezed it playfully before planting a kiss on his cheek. “That’s all I ask.”
Hangman sighed dejectedly. “But could you at least not try rubbing it in my face. I don’t need to see you guys making out or whatever in front of me all the time.”
“Oh, come on, Jakey! Don’t spoil all my fun! I was planning on sneaking in tonight and making out with Rooster on your bed. Then having sex with him in the cockpit of your plane in the morning.” Rooster knew you were joking, but he still felt his face grow red as he shifted, flustered at the mental image you had just created in his head.
Hangman pretended to gag. “Ugh! Don’t even make me think about that! Just…. don’t do that and I’ll deal with whatever else you want to do.”
You smiled and placed another soft kiss on his cheek. “Thanks, Jake. And I know seeing me possibly with someone else can be tough, so I will try my best not to flaunt anything that might end up happening between me and anyone else.”
“Thanks,” Hangman grumbled softly. Then he dug his keys out of his pocket and said, “It’s late and we have an early morning tomorrow. We should both probably get some sleep.”
“Good idea.” You took his hand and gave it a tight squeeze. “It’s good to see you in person again, and I’m glad we’re able to go through this together, whatever this mission is.”
Hangman smiled. “Yeah, I’m glad too. But watch your back because that team leader spot is mine!”
“We’ll just have to see about that,” you chuckled. “Goodnight, Jake.”
“’Nite, Livewire.”
Rooster stared at your back as you watched Hangman disappear into the darkness. Then, without turning around, you called out, “So, now that we have his blessing, what do you think, Rooster? Dinner tomorrow night after our training? Just the two of us?”
Rooster froze as he realized you must have known he had been here the whole-time listening in. But you were still asking him to dinner so that was a good sign… he guessed. In a hesitant, yet excited voice, he said, “Yeah. I would really like that.”
And though you still didn’t turn to face him as you started to walk away, Rooster could hear the smile in your voice as you said, “Good. It’s a date.”
I might do a Part 2 for this if there is interest. So, let me know!
Rooster eases himself out of bed as quietly as possible. It is still pitch-black outside, so he does his best to navigate through the dimly lit room without running into anything. Once he makes it to the bathroom door, he slips inside and flips on the light.
He starts stripping down and is just about to step into the shower when his phone buzzes. Glancing at it, he curses under his breath. Another schedule change means there’s no time for a shower before he has to leave. So, he quickly pulls on his uniform and runs his comb through his sleep-tousled hair.
As he stares into the mirror, the man gazing back at him seems so much calmer and more composed than he feels inside. It is an ability he has mastered after years of practice. Because he knows he can’t walk out of this room with the terror and anxiety he is feeling about this mission etched on his face. He would never do that to you.
As he opens the door, he catches sight of the bed as it is bathed in the glow from the bathroom light. You are laying on your stomach, hair splayed across your pillow and over part of your face. One arm is stretched out onto his side of the bed, fingers clutching at the sheets as even in sleep you are searching for him.
Walking over to your side of the bed, he leans over and places a gentle kiss on your temple causing you to stir softly. Without opening your eyes, you mumble, “Mmm. What time is it?”
Rooster brushes the hair off your face as he whispers, “It’s only 4:30. Go back to sleep, baby.”
You nod slightly and roll onto your back. The movement causes your thin nightshirt to ride up, revealing the slight bump of your stomach. At only three months along, most people would probably not notice the slight swell in your midsection, but to Rooster, who knows your body inside and out, it stands out immediately. He knows that it is his child in there, a child that if things went wrong on the mission, he would never get to meet.
Rooster eases himself out of bed as quietly as possible. It is still pitch-black outside, so he does his best to navigate through the dimly lit room without running into anything. Once he makes it to the bathroom door, he slips inside and flips on the light.
He starts stripping down and is just about to step into the shower when his phone buzzes. Glancing at it, he curses under his breath. Another schedule change means there’s no time for a shower before he has to leave. So, he quickly pulls on his uniform and runs his comb through his sleep-tousled hair.
As he stares into the mirror, the man gazing back at him seems so much calmer and more composed than he feels inside. It is an ability he has mastered after years of practice. Because he knows he can’t walk out of this room with the terror and anxiety he is feeling about this mission etched on his face. He would never do that to you.
As he opens the door, he catches sight of the bed as it is bathed in the glow from the bathroom light. You are laying on your stomach, hair splayed across your pillow and over part of your face. One arm is stretched out onto his side of the bed, fingers clutching at the sheets as even in sleep you are searching for him.
Walking over to your side of the bed, he leans over and places a gentle kiss on your temple causing you to stir softly. Without opening your eyes, you mumble, “Mmm. What time is it?”
Rooster brushes the hair off your face as he whispers, “It’s only 4:30. Go back to sleep, baby.”
You nod slightly and roll onto your back. The movement causes your thin nightshirt to ride up, revealing the slight bump of your stomach. At only three months along, most people would probably not notice the slight swell in your midsection, but to Rooster, who knows your body inside and out, it stands out immediately. He knows that it is his child in there, a child that if things went wrong on the mission, he would never get to meet.
He had always been unsure about having kids. Knowing the dangers associated with his job, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to risk leaving a kid without a father like he was. Yet, the moment you had called and told him, all the doubts, all the fears instantly melted away and he was left wondering how he could have ever imagined his life without a child of his own. One that he created with you.
The two of you had been high school sweethearts, married right after graduation, and you had been with him through every major moment in his life and there was no one else he could picture having by his side for this one. However, this mission he was leaving for is more dangerous than anything he had ever flown before. And there was a good chance he wouldn’t be making it back.
Rooster thinks about his confrontation with Maverick just after Phoenix and Bob’s accident. He had thrown it in the older man’s face that Maverick didn’t have a wife or child to mourn him if something happened to him. And as much as he was referring to his dad’s death at that moment, in his head, he also meant it as what would happen to you and the baby if he didn’t come back from this mission. At least he still has photos and vague, fuzzy memories of time with his dad. But if Rooster was killed tomorrow, his child wouldn’t even have that.
That realization brings Rooster to his knees beside the bed. The idea that his child would never get to hear his voice, see his smile, feel his love….. Somehow this possibility had never crossed his mind until now. Slowly, he climbs onto the bed and rests one hand on your stomach, spreading his large fingers across your bare skin. He rests it there for a minute, silently trying to express all the things he wanted his child to know, especially how much he loved him or her.
Bending down, he lightly brushes his lips across the tender skin of your stomach, causing you to giggle softly. Lazily, you push at his head as you playfully whine, “Bradley, stop! Your mustache is tickling me and I’m trying to sleep.”
“Sorry about that. Is this better?” He slides up your body until he is able to press his lips against yours.
You hum softly against his mouth. “Yes, much better.”
He deepens the kiss, knowing he doesn’t have time but also knowing that just like his child, he needs you to know how much he loves you.
After a moment, you grab his arm and try to drag him further into the bed, but he reluctantly resists as he pries himself from your grasp and sits up. Seeing how his loving expression has slipped into something more somber, you sit up, suddenly awake. “What’s wrong?”
Rooster sighed. “Phoenix just texted me. They moved up our check-in time. She’s on her way right now to pick me up.”
The sorrow on your face shatters Rooster’s heart. “But… we were supposed to have the whole morning! I got those cinnamon rolls you like from the bakery for your farewell breakfast!”
He cups your face as you lean into his touch. “I know. I’m sorry, baby. But I have to go. Phoenix will be here any minute to pick me up.”
He runs his other hand gently across your stomach and you sigh. “You didn’t tell them, did you? Any of them, not even Phoenix.”
Rooster shakes his head. “If I did, they’d have found some excuse to not let me go.”
“And that’s such a bad thing?” you ask with a doleful scoff.
“Baby, you know I have to do this. It’s my job and I’m one of the only people who can do it.”
You tilt your head so it leans further into his caress. “I know. That’s why I’m not asking you not to go. I’m just asking you to come back.” You place one hand softly on your stomach. “I can’t do this alone. We need you.”
Rooster chuckles. “No, you don’t. Not really. You’re going to be an amazing mother, with or without me.”
“Oh, I know I’m going to be amazing. Don’t worry about that,” you tease before becoming more serious once again. “But don’t make me prove I can do this alone. That wasn’t a challenge. I need us to do this together.”
“I’m going to try my absolute best……. but I want you to keep this.” Rooster slips off his wedding ring and holds it out to you.
You stare at it in horror, tears springing to your eyes. “No, Bradley, no. I know what that means and I’m not taking that.”
He moves his hand closer to you, urging you to take it. “If something goes wrong, they may not be able to get it back to you and I want you to have it. Please.”
You began to shake your head forcefully. “Don’t ask me to keep that. You’ve never asked me to keep it before. You’re going to come home, and you’ll be wearing it when you do.”
“Baby, it was my dad’s, and if something goes wrong….. I want our kid to have it. I want you to be able to give it to them one day.”
Your lip begins to tremble as you stare at the ring. Then slowly, you reach out and take it from him. “Don’t you dare make me do that, Bradley Bradshaw. Don’t you dare…. This is going back on your finger in a few days, then it’s never coming off again. Do you hear me?”
He nods before gathering you into his arms. You cling tightly to him and bury your face into his chest as he leans over and rests his head on top of yours. The two of you remain silently wrapped in each other’s embrace, both trying not to think about the meaning behind what just happened.
Suddenly, Rooster’s phone buzzes. Glancing at it, he sighs. “Phoenix is here. I have to go.”
He places a long, lingering kiss on the top of your head before carefully extracting himself from your grasp. As he stands, he runs his hand softly over your stomach one final time. Then he walks over to the bedroom door. But just as his hand wraps around the door handle, he hears you whisper from the bed. “I could call Maverick you know. The second I tell him the truth, about the baby, he would ground you.”
Rooster sighs as he rests his head on the doorframe. “I know. But I also know you love me too much to do that. You understand what this mission means to me.”
“Apparently more than we mean to you.”
Rooster whirled around, his face shifting quickly between a dozen different emotions. “You know that isn’t true!”
You nod softly with your head down, but Rooster can still see the tears beginning to stream down your face. “You’re right. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. I just….”
Another buzz of Rooster’s phone cuts you off. He quickly mutes it. “Sorry. Go on.”
But you shake your head as you purse your lips. “No, you need to go. You can’t keep them waiting.”
“Baby…”
He takes a step closer to you, but you hold up your hands, halting him. “Go, Rooster. You have a job to do, so do it and come home. Come home to us.”
Rooster. If you have resorted to calling him that, then there is nothing left to say. He nods and turns back to the door. As he opens it, he pauses for just a moment. Without turning around, he says, “I love you.”
There is a three-second pause that seems to stretch on for an eternity before you whisper, “I love you, too.”
And with that, Rooster walks out the door. As soon as it is closed, he hears you collapse onto the bed sobbing. But he can’t look back. If he does, he knows he will never leave. So instead, he places one foot in front of the other as he heads off into the unknown, hoping that one day soon, he will be walking back down into that room and into your arms once more.
Notes: Thank you to @loverhymeswith for beta reading for me! And a HUGE thank you to everyone who supported Part 1! The response has been amazing and it really means so incredibly much to me!
Rooster… It had been a faint sound, feeble and hoarse, but he had heard you whisper his name across the coms. You were alive. For now at least. And Rooster was determined to do everything in his power to keep it that way even if that meant risking his own life.
He had seen the look of pain that flashed across your face as the missile that was aimed at his plane suddenly slammed into yours instead, and he had managed to catch a glimpse of your limp body as it hung beneath your parachute after you ejected. As much as he had screamed into the coms for you to turn on your beacon, as much as he kept insisting to the others that you were alive, part of him didn’t believe it. So, the second he saw your location beacon flicker to life on his radar, his heart leaped in his chest.
Now, as he ignored everyone’s incessant calls for him to return to the aircraft carrier, he was circling the area around your beacon. It seemed luck was on his side because, while he was unable to spot where you landed amongst the trees, he was able to find an old service road that had been recently cleared of snow. It wasn’t his best landing, and he knew takeoff would be tricky on the uneven surface, but at least it was something he could work with.
His engine didn’t even have time to sputter to a stop before he was out of the cockpit and jumping to the ground. The signal from your beacon had placed you not too far from here, but as Rooster sprinted towards the location, he saw no sign of you. A million thoughts spiraled through his head. Maybe you had been captured. Maybe the beacon had fallen off your suit and malfunctioned, turning on by itself. Maybe he wasn’t going to reach you in time, wasn’t going to have the chance to tell you….
But just then, he spotted something to his right. You were laying on your side with your back towards him, crumpled at the base of a tree with your parachute tangled in the limbs high above you. As he rushed to your side, he noticed your entire body was shivering but whether it was from the cold, the pain, or some sort of shock, Rooster couldn’t tell. Normally this fact would have worried him, but at the moment, he was just relieved for a sign that you were alive. As carefully as he could, he eased you onto your back, before gasping in alarm.
Seeing him in that ballroom was exhilarating, terrifying, and one of the best moments of her life.
Y/N had no idea where she was.
Well, of course she knew Ba Sing Se; she had grown up here with her mother in the palace. The more accurate statement would be she had no idea how she had gotten there. Casting her mind back, she scrambled for glimpses of her past, sorting them into order in a frantic fervour.
Suki – Appa – Suki again – a man – who was he?
And then she hit a figurative wall.
Something was blocking her memories of entering the Kingdom, and she was less than pleased. In fact, sneaking past the Dai Li and out of the upper ring was far easier than she could have ever hoped for. It seemed the Avatar and friends had caused quite the stir by barging their way into a prestigious social event, and they were likely playing a glorified clean-up crew. A bitter scoff escaped her lips as Y/N sprinted in the shadows cast along the street until she was at the first ring.
Panting, she braced herself for a moment. Things had really changed. Yes, the upper ring was always the nicest, richest part of the city, but the military trims of the hedges and the shine of the metal fencing reeked of facade. Even with most occupied with Bosco’s party, hardly a lantern was lit beyond those necessary.
She centred herself. Inhaling a deep breath, Y/N moved her energy into a flow of power. There was only one way for a firebender to get through that wall unseen, and it would be risky. With a final look on the bourgeoisie, Y/N pushed. Flames flickering a hot yellow at her hands and feet propelled her straight up like a firework ready to explode. The wind was merciless as it bit at her face in her haste, the cold nipping at her. Stumbling out of her flying, she toppled onto the walls top and took another quick moment.
The distance to the lower rings was far.
It had hit her whilst fleeing the palace that she had not seen a glimpse of her mother. There was no evidence of her existence, and piecing together the clues of a too-quaint suburb, secret police, and missing royal, Y/N figured she was only following in her mother’s footsteps.
Thousands of displaced refugees were living rough in the slums of the lower rings, and it was the perfect place to disappear. As the moon peeked through the thick smog of clouds choking the night sky, she felt some solace under its glow. It was no sun, the source of her power, but it reflected the same energy. It was not power, but comfort. That comfort brought calm, and the calm brought careful planning.
To propel herself all the way over the middle ring would be exhausting. Yes, she had the cover of night and the menacing clouds brewing a storm above, but could she make it all the way? She weighed her other options; going on foot was risky since she would be isolated and thus exposed. The rail line was constantly manned, not by the Dai Li, but someone who wouldn’t take too kindly to a teenage girl running along them like a race track. Giving the moon one final look as it slipped behind the darkness, Y/N made her decision.
She jumped.
Her fire carried her into the clouds and forwards. Agni, it was cold up there. Fighting through it, knowing a single shiver, a disruption to her chi, could send her hurtling down to the ground. What could she do but concentrate on what awaited her?
Mother would be so proud of her, how far she had come alone. If she could only find her in the ocean of people below, it would be a miracle. Freedom from Long Feng would be a reward in itself if finding her family wasn’t in the cards for her. How long had she played the puppet to his mind tricks? It left her stomach churning as she pushed that thought away. And Sokka.
Oh, Sokka.
Her fire faltered for a second, Y/N’s face falling into a panicked grimace as she forced for energy into her flight.
Somehow that boy had rescued her from the palace. It was strange to be true, but Y/N had felt almost submerged in the darkness of her own mind when he pulled her out. Seeing him in that ballroom was exhilarating, terrifying, and one of the best moments of her life. Spirits, she had missed him. Suki’s words swam through her head as she thought of him - go get our idiot; he’ll need you – and somehow, she had been right and wrong at the same time.
There was no doubt that Sokka would need her. Heck, the entire group probably suffered a little without her presence. However, thinking of his stubbornness and ability to walk head first into danger when sparse of a gentle guiding voice made her laugh. Moreover, there was something entirely else that Suki hadn’t gone over.
Y/N needed Sokka too.
Who would have known what would have become of her if it wasn’t for Sokka’s stubbornness saving her from Long Feng?
It seemed as though he’d rescued her again as Y/N saw the dividing wall between citizens and refugees coming up. Her body screamed, aching and grinding against her will, but they were so close now. Just thinking of him, anchoring her thoughts onto him, had pushed her through the pain of flight.
Lowering into the slums, her fire dwindling by the second, she fell into an empty street. The first thing she noticed was the smell. Now Y/N wasn’t one to judge, especially considering her privilege, but it was pungent in the cramped streets of the lower ring. Seeing how people lived here compared to what she had just witnessed was a startling and upsetting reality. It was made even more apparent by the silks she was still wearing melting into the environment with mud seeping into the hems.
“Your Highness?”
Y/N tensed. Following the voice, she saw a door open only slightly, a girl about her age peering through the crack.
“Please,” She whispered, beckoning her inside. “Come inside before you catch your death.”
Seeing no other option, mostly because she hadn’t thought that far ahead, Y/N bundled up her decadent robes and darted through the door. She embraced the warmth immediately, falling to the ground as her legs finally gave way.
“Princess!”
Y/N looked at the girl once more, smiling at the concern behind her hazel eyes. “Please, call me Y/N.”
“I am Yin,” She said graciously, bowing low and making her flush. “My family is upstairs in the sleeping room, but I thought I heard something outside, and it was our own princess! The Kingdom has been nought without you, despite how popular our King, your cousin, is.”
“You’re too kind, Yin,” Y/N said, a weak grin playing at her lips.
“Anything for one of our monarchs!” Yin exclaimed, albeit quietly.
“I owe you a debt of gratitude for this,” She said, moving to stand. “For your help tonight, I am in your debt, but may I ask one more favour?”
Yin nodded. “Anything.”
“Could I use some clothes? You may keep the silks, sell them if you want, but I cannot be spotted whilst I’m here.”
As if becoming some force of nature, the girl whirled upstairs in a matter of moments, flurrying downstairs once more with an abundance of blankets as well as a change of clothes. Setting up her bed in the dining space by the kitchen – the house seemingly was made of only three rooms, the entire downstairs being open – Y/N did not recall ever falling to sleep, nor changing into her disguise.
Waking up in the morning to a freshly slice moon peach and the attention of an entire family was overwhelming to say the least. They seemed to dote on her despite her insistence that they owed her nothing. Jin was especially enjoying her presence, not only because she was royalty but because of the praise her family was pushing onto her for rescuing the poor princess from the streets of the slums. How did she ever end up there?
Further insistence was taken in the form of sending Yin and Y/N to the finest tea shop in the lower ring. In her new clothes, a pair of green cotton pants and a tunic, she felt comfortable in the fact that it would be incredibly difficult to differentiate her from anyone else in a crowd.
Tea was a luxury too few and far between for the princess. On her travels, they had never really stopped to get the necessary ingredients, nor would it be practical to carry the kind of teapot that Y/N really enjoyed making tea with. If Momo ever got his paws on fine china, Y/N was sure every antique enthusiast in a mile radius would weep. She still infused herbs into the cooking she had done on their travels, well aware of their medicinal properties – though not the cactus kind.
The tea shop was quaint enough, as small as the house shared by Yin and her many family members. Steam tendrils tinted with jasmine, lavender, and vanilla filled the air, drowning all senses on first entrance inside. It was pleasant, though. Somehow, Y/N felt enlightened, calmed and joyous all in one breath.
Taking a seat by the window, she pondered her plans in detail. Firstly, she had to reunite with her friends, but she couldn’t give herself over to the Dai Li. For now, she would lay low, perhaps relying on Yin’s kindness until she could move on. If she couldn’t be with her friends, her mother was the next name on her list. She had to be in the city somewhere, but she was definitely not in the upper ring otherwise Long Feng would have advertised them as a matching domestic pair. If all those plans went wrong, perhaps Y/N should invest in a Pai Sho board.
“Hello, welcome to our little shop. What tea are you interested in today?”
Opening her mouth to speak, Y/N looked up. Her jaw slackened, and the waiter shifted under her gaze. If it weren’t the deadpan tone and the slight lisp that gave it away, it would be shaggy black hair that gave him away.
Zuko was here. Zuko was stood in front of her.
A little gasp escaped her as his scar finally registered in her mind. “Zuko, what did they do to you?”
He flinched, fingers ghosting over his face. “Do I know you?”
“Duckie,” She whispered, his childhood nickname flowing easily from her mouth. “Don’t you recognise your dearest cousin?”
“Agni, I have to get Uncle.”
In a flurry of movement, he was gone. Yin stared between her and the empty space he was occupied with morbid curiosity. “Princess, who was that?”
“That was my cousin, Yin,” She gasped, tears welling in her eyes, “And he just said my father is here. He’s here and alive. Oh, Yin, I didn’t know they would be here and- “
“Is that truly you?”
Her rambling was cut off by a soft, unmistakable voice. The entire shop had fallen into a quiet hush as her father stood, not in a general’s uniform but a tea maker’s, a wide smile across his warm face. It had been so many years since his last letter. She had fought against the logical thought that he had perished in battle, and she had been right. Y/N had prayed to the moon every night for his safe return to her, and he had.
Stifling a sob, she launched herself into her father’s arms, embracing him with a hug strong enough to make up for years without them. He was laughing, she realised, and crying too as his body rumbled with the force of his emotions. The clothes he wore didn’t smell of ash and soot, but jasmine tea and freshly lit incense.
“Father,” Y/N said, tears streaming down her face. “You’ve come home to me.”
He gripped her shoulders, looking over her once and counting the years he had been away. “Nothing could ever stop me, my little lotus.”
The tea shop watched on in shock and the purest joy as they reunited, tears brimming in some eyes across the room. Even Zuko, stood at the counter looking sheepish, seemed happier than he had when he hadn’t been recognised.
“Friends!” Iroh exclaimed, grinning with an expression so similar to hers. “Today family has been reunited! My daughter, Jia, has been returned to us! This is a time to celebrate, so, please, your tea is on the house.”
A fake name, of course, but nevertheless she was ecstatic. Even Yin was crying at the sight, dabbing her eyes with her cotton sleeves. All analyses and plans fell empty from her head as all Y/N could do was weep.
“The creature scowled at the boys, eyes sadder still.”
Sokka was not enjoying Ba Sing Se.
As big cities go, the lack of hero-worship was disconcerting, and not just because it meant less boost for his ego! People within the walls seemed to have no idea that there even was a war outside. Needless to say, there was some super dodgy policing going on that didn’t seem entirely legal, and don’t even get him started on Joo Dee. After the pretty substantial amount of time it took for Toph to even acknowledge him after, well, Y/N, she wholeheartedly agreed with an eerie impression for flavour.
Perhaps more frustrating than all of the weird happenings in Ba Sing Se was the fact that none of them could help Aang do his spiritual Avatar shtick and save the world. With the Avatar on side, Sokka had expected to slide on by easier than an otter penguin on ice.
These thoughts plagued his mind, clouding his brain to the point he could hardly sleep through the nights. It was only made worse by his now clockwork waking at dawn. The problem was he woke up alone now. Regardless, Sokka had made it his task to come up with an idea to get them an audience with the Earth King. So far, the plans involved disguising themselves as a travelling circus to get in with the entertainment, or a daring heist in which Toph teaches Momo to earthbend.
As they all began to stir from sleep – sleeping in one room just like they would when they camped in the wilderness – Katara rose with a yawn. Stretching out her limbs, she narrowly avoided tripping over Qin’s tail as she exited out the front door.
Sokka could have sworn an entirely different person walked back in.
“I got it!” She cried, triumphant. “I know how we’re going to see the Earth King!”
“How are we supposed to do that?” Toph asked, more cynical. “It’s not like we have a princess in our group anymore, and you know that one doesn’t just pop in on the Earth King!”
The Joo Dee impression? Neat. The unnecessary dig at Sokka? Ouch.
“The king is having a party at the palace tonight for his pet bear.”
Aang frowned. “You mean, platypus bear?”
“No, it just says ‘bear’,” Katara said, rereading the papers in her hand.
Sokka scoffed. “You sure it doesn’t say skunk bear, sis?”
“Or his armadillo bear.”
“Gopher bear?”
“No,” Katara confirmed, face twisted into confusion. “Just… bear.”
This place was freaking weird.
Bears aside, Katara had thought up a solid plan to get them into the venue; Sokka saved his proud tears for another time as yet another in his family had achieved the ingenuity of being an ‘idea person’. Apparently, it was a plan wilder than faking a duel to distract the guards and sneak in though as Toph shut it down quite quickly.
“Won’t work.”
They all stared at the girl, Aang and Sokka exchanging worried looks as they braced themselves for another clash; there had been plenty since Y/N left.
“Why not?”
“Well, no offense to you simple country folk,” Toph grinned, taking a bite out of the pastry she was sharing with Qin – gross, by the way, “But a real society crowd would spot you a mile away. You’ve got no manners!”
Sokka blanched. “Toph, you are literally going halfsies on a peanut butter bun with an overgrown lizard.”
The steed hissed at Sokka as it gulped down the rest of the food. Out of everyone there, it seemed Qin had lost the most respect for him. As funny as it is taking the mongoose lizard out for walks in the too pristine neighbourhoods of the upper ring, she wouldn’t sleep on his chest anymore, nor would she tolerate his snoring. There was a bruise on his chest to prove her disdain.
“I learned proper society behaviour and chose to leave it,” Toph said, voice trailing slightly. “You never learned anything, and frankly, it’s a little too late.”
Perking up, Sokka couldn’t rein in his enthusiasm. “Aha! But you learned it! You could teach us!”
“Yeah!” Aang joined in, hopping to his feet. “I’m mastering every element. How hard could manners be?”
The two grinned at each other as they began some caricature of high society for the ladies’ pleasure – and their utter amusement. Fitted with curtains and sophisticated accents, they bowed at each other again and again until their heads clashed. With a yelp and a grunt, the two boys hit the deck, smothering snickers of laughter into their elbows, forgetting why they had even ended up there in the first place.
“Katara might be able to pull it off,” Toph cut into their shenanigans, “But you two would be lucky to pass as busboys.”
“But, Toph,” Sokka simpered, “I feel so fancy!”
With a snort, Toph groaned as she came to her feet, joints cracking in supposed effort. Leaving no warning, she grabbed Katara by the wrist and led her out of the living space, probably to teach her some ‘etiquette’. The room became quiet for a few moments until the boys cracked out laughing again; mimicking them, Momo had wrapped himself in a discarded curtain as he attempted to glide across the floor with grace. It seemed, however, that Qin was feeling especially malicious today as she pinned the end of the curtain with her tail, watching Momo struggle against her full weight until he fell.
That entertainment, too, died down as Momo abandoned his cloak. Qin, now subdued, huffed, eyes looking completely sad as she rested her head on her front legs. Twiddling his thumbs, Sokka looked up at Aang, his wisest and possibly youngest friend.
“Aang, do you think I was wrong?” He asked, quieter than usual.
“Sokka,” He said gently, “You’re going to have to be more specific.”
Barking out a laugh, he shoved the Avatar’s shoulder. “You know what I mean.”
“I don’t blame you for your knee-jerk reaction,” Aang said, his words careful, considerate in a way that reminded Sokka exactly who he was talking to.
“Would you have had the same reaction if I started firebending? Or if it turned out Suki was a firebender?”
“I don’t know,” He groaned, head in his hands. “I guess not, but I felt like she lied to me, y’know?”
Aang nodded. “But it doesn’t mean your hatred of the people who hurt you should brand Y/N as the same as them.”
“I suppose,” Sokka said, resting his chin on his knee. “Hey, do you wanna play a game?”
They occupied themselves for what seemed to be hours as Aang consistently beat him at different games. Nursing a bruised forehead – and ego – Sokka almost didn’t notice Katara and Toph walk back into the room, nor the fact that the sun was beginning to set over the horizon. The girls were giggling as they entered, hiding their painted faces behind their fans. It was impossible to ignore, however, the dreamy look now carved onto Aang’s face.
Part of Sokka wanted to say dude, that’s my baby sister, but the other half knew that Aang was harmless.
“Wow.” The Avatar was well and truly stunned. “You look beautiful.”
Harmless or not, Sokka didn’t miss an opportunity to flick his forehead in revenge. Even if his sister wanted to respond, Toph snapped a fan in front of her mouth. “Don’t talk to the commoners, Katara.”
Oh, the Blind Bandit was definitely enjoying being able to push them all around. Nevertheless, she and Katara had given them an in on the party, and the king. Turning to Qin for a ride, the creature scowled at the boys, eyes sadder still. Ignoring the pang of guilt, they snuck out of their house and headed for the very centre of Ba Sing Se.
Being behind the girls, they didn’t see them enter the palace, but were fairly certain that all was going to plan; many nobles milled into the grand building until the yard was empty of decadent hairstyles and luscious silks. Darkness loomed over the palace as the abundance of lanterns began to pool the area in delicate firelight. It glinted gold off the lion statue Sokka and Aang were hidden behind, spotting the terracotta ground with what looked to be sunspots. If it weren’t for Yue’s shine higher in the sky, perhaps they would’ve believed it was the day.
Sokka supposed fire could be somewhat pretty.
“Where are they?” Aang asked, jaw clenched slightly as he fiddled with his hands.
“Look,” Sokka said, staring at his friend and his nervous movements, “I came with a back-up plan, okay? We dress Momo like a ghost, right? He flies by the guards, creating a distraction. Then-”
Aang grinned, before taking a good look at the yard. “Or we could go in as these guys. Toph said we might pass as busboys!”
“Okay,” Sokka grinned, rolling his eyes, “But remember that Momo ghost plan.”
Sneaking across the light dappled floor, the boys took some busboy uniforms, walking in procession following the other workers with no issue. As they strolled through the halls of the servers’ entrance, Sokka was reminded of what he had learned about Y/N. Had she grown up within these palace walls? Surely cousin to the king meant she had some sort of nobility. He never really asked her about it; he had a bad run when it came to princesses.
They were handed plates of food, kitted out in uniform. It was itchy, and Sokka was definitely missing his Water Tribe garb. Scanning the room for his sister and pygmy puma friend, he handed out tiny food to rich people with ease. Without Katara’s hair loopies, or Toph’s loudmouth attitude, it was a harder task than he thought it would be. It was only made more difficult by Aang’s anxious whispering every time he passed him.
“Another crab puff, please.”
Well, he found one of them.
“You found us!” Aang cried, nearly blowing their cover; Sokka finally understood what Toph meant about them not passing for high society folk.
He watched the ensuing conversation with some amusement, sometimes putting a sarcastic quip in for good measure, but he was still looking for something. He didn’t realise what it was until he saw her.
At the verge of a great wood, the Kyoshi Warriors woke with the dawn. It had been a few days now that Y/N had travelled with them. Still, she could not summon a steady hand to paint the precise lines on her face. It was because of this that Yu was straddling Y/N’s waist, gently and meticulously. She felt powerful with this mask on; she was anonymous and free of her firebending roots when they coloured her skin with tinctures and makeup.
“Stop it.”
Y/N looked up slightly, trying her best not to move and ruin all of Yu’s work. She stared up vaguely in question.
“You’re thinking too loudly!” She heard Li call from across their small camp, the smile audible in her voice. “Yu needs complete silence to complete her work.”
Fighting off a quirking grin, Y/N attempted to quash her thoughts in favour of studying Yu’s face. Beyond the white of the Kyoshi makeup, she had a soft, round face. Brown eyes, deeper than the pine that faced them had a determined glint in them. Black hair was twisted into two buns on the top of her head, no wisps to be seen beyond her Warrior headband. Every part of her uniform was pristine.
Climbing off of her with surprising agility – Y/N knew that her legs would be near dead after being sat that still for that long – Yu stood up, ready to leave for their journey. With far less grace, Y/N clambered up from the dirt, nearly falling back into it face first. If it weren’t for the swift save of Suki’s arms, perhaps she would have ruined Yu’s handiwork.
“Watch yourself,” Suki grinned, pushing her up back onto her feet. “We wouldn’t want Yu to have a breakdown now, would we?”
A breathy laugh escaped her rouged lips. Steady on the earth beneath her feet, Y/N joined her friends in collecting up their supplies. The plan was simple; they would traverse through the wooded land and beyond deep into the Earth Kingdoms, finding and crushing Fire Nation efforts on the smaller scale. If they could cut off supply lines, perhaps they could cause enough disruption to stunt the schemes of Ozai.
There was an air of comradery that seemed suited to the day. Sunlight filtered through the trees, spotting the mossy undergrowth with sunbeams tinted with chlorophyll. It seemed to seek her skin, reaching for the firebender’s fingertips like primal flame. She woke with the sun, and it tracked her throughout her day.
The heat became more intense, however, and the Warriors became more and more grateful for the shade that the forest blessed them with. It was Suki’s decision to stop and rest, to recuperate as the sunshine became unbearable for those unsuited to heat. With a soft smile Y/N watched as Yu foraged a nearby berry bush, her little finger wrapped around Li’s. There was something about hand-holding that she found especially tender. They were so openly affectionate that it made her heart hurt.
“Huh, must have been some fight.” Li chuckled with some derision, holding something in her other hand with care.
Y/N didn’t think much of it until Suki stepped forward. “Wait, let me see that.”
And in Li’s hand was the key to Y/N’s new journey: bison fur.
A sharp gasp escaped her lips as she stumbled to her feet, snatching some more fur from below the brush. The coarse texture made her fingers itch, summoning a twitch in her nose. Forcing down what would only be a very violent sneeze, Y/N called out Appa’s name into the empty depths of the forest, following the trail of cream fur deeper into the flora. Suki, too, shouted after the bison, hot on her trail. The ground steepened. Y/N’s calf muscles burned with the effort it took to scale the out of the compact woods and into an open area.
A large stone structure stood, lonely as it basked in the sun.
Tentative, Y/N took a step forward and peered into the structure. Spirits, she cried. Slapping her hands over her mouth, she took in the sight of Appa in manacles, looking hungry and scared. Quills from some kind of attacking creature were still embedded in her skin, slight welts rising from where they had struck.
In abject horror, she turned away. “Suki…”
“Y/N, it’s okay,” The Warrior said, voice soft, arms snaking over her shoulders, her embrace warm. “We’ve found him, so now we can help him.”
“Okay,” Y/N sniffled, dabbing tears off of her face. “Could you fetch Yu, see if she has any fruit spare?”
Suki nodded, eyes fixed on Y/N. Gentler than the breeze from her golden fan, she brought her thumb up to her face, wiping away a run-away tear. The air was knocked swiftly from Y/N’s lungs. Before she could process that moment, the Warrior was already sprinting back down through the woods.
Taking a calming breath, she stepped back towards Appa. Igniting a finger, she held it in front of her, wanting to see the face of an old friend. He roared and she cried some more, hushing him like a mother would sooth an infant. She smiled as the flame shifted from a harsh red to a more subtle yellow, the same golden hue of nomad robes. Though he was skittish, it seemed to be enough to quash Appa’s anxiety.
When Y/N found out who hurt him, she wouldn’t even offer them the dignity of an Agni Kai.
The dank structure illuminated by a single flame, Y/N worked swiftly to remove the quills. Though he fussed and whined – only encouraging more ‘tear bending’ from her – she was quick in making sure his welts would go down and his skin was clear. The manacles were another issue; yes, she could easily melt the metal, or with enough force kick through smaller parts of the chains, but it would likely spook Appa. Her best bet was her fellow Kyoshi Warriors.
“Y/N!” Suki called, creeping towards them slow and calm. “Yu found some apples.”
Resting her forehead briefly on Appa’s, Y/N stepped out of the shadows to approach her human friends. Feeling brave, the bison reared his head out too, following the scent of fresh fruit. The humans were careful around him, staying low and quiet. Only Y/N and Suki could approach him fully, Appa only allowing Yu close because of the food in her arms.
Soon all of them could approach him as he began to gain their trust. Y/N muttered kind, soothing words to him, hand brushing over his nose, scratching below his ear. Calmer, he licked all of Yu’s hard work off her face – not at all angering Yu, leaving Li to give her a warm, preventative cuddle.
The giggling and cuddling soon halted though as thunderous thudding closed up behind them. Pulling a frown onto her face, Y/N heard the tell-tale calls of the mongoose lizards; the people who had found them were Fire Nation. Side-stepping in front of Appa, she shielded him from the three girls in front of them. She recognised the two from their last encounter – Mai and Ty Lee – but the third sent a chill down her spine.
“My, my, you’re easy to find.” The grin on Azula’s face was sharp, her teeth lined like pearly knives. “It’s really astounding my brother hasn’t captured you yet.”
In a defence position, the Kyoshi Warriors had their fans out, ready to strike. Suki stepped forward, face carved with the righteous fury of an ancient spirit.
“What do you want with us?”
Azula let out a cruel laugh. “Who are you? The Avatar’s fan girls?”
As Ty Lee clicked onto her joke with jovial praise, Y/N scoffed. “Good one, Princess! I’m glad to know someone who needs the affirmation of others to function has so much power in her nation!”
“And you are?” The princess scoffed, her golden eyes narrowing into deadly slits like those of a serpent. “You do look familiar though, I do admit. Have I come through your back-water village at some point and steamrolled your home?”
“If you’re looking for the Avatar,” Suki stepped forward again, anxious as she cut Y/N off, “You’re out of luck.”
A moment of opportunity. Y/N saw the ravenous glint in Azula’s eyes as she leapt off her steed, a fury of flames aimed directly at Appa. Taking a protective stance, she was welcoming of the great shield of fans blocking the attack. Her lackeys followed suit as Ty Lee and Mai, too, jumped into action. The ensuing battle happened so quickly.
Fury bubbled in Y/N’s stomach as she watched Yu be pinned to a tree by her sleeves, held there by a pair of Mai’s blades. A distressed yell escaped her as she narrowly avoided a third, piercing the tree right in front of her throat.
Growling, Li went full throttle as she swung at Mai, fans forgotten, fists ready to cause indescribable pain. However, as Li and Yu come as a pair, Mai had her back up. Their fight was forgotten, however, as a surge of blue fire pushed against Y/N, the heat like nothing she had experienced.
Before she could bend the flames away, Suki jumped in front of them, deflecting the blast with her fans. Y/N screamed at her to move, but she was rooted to the ground, a force of nature. Spirits, she was so stupid and beautiful.
“Go, the both of you!” Suki yelled, swinging her sword at Azula.
“No!” Y/N cried, moving to her side. “I won’t leave you here!”
Face scrunching up in frustration, Suki shouted, furious. With a flurry of attacks, she had Azula on the back foot, and as Yu joins in, free from Mai’s knives, the princess is forced into a retreat. As the Warriors and nobles fought all around them, Suki took a moment in the midst of the chaos – a quiet moment.
Grabbing the back of her neck, Suki pulled Y/N’s lips to hers. A quick, desperate kiss with those soft lips had her unravelling. As she moved her face back to look at her, the Kyoshi Warrior nodded, gaze suddenly sad.
“Go get our idiot,” She laughed breathlessly. “He’ll need you.”
A watery laugh left Y/N’s mouth as Suki pushed her towards Appa. Spirits, she was confused – and happy. How she could be happy leaving her dear friend behind was beyond her in that moment, but she was somehow. As she scaled the bison’s back, Y/N called out the famous yip yip and away they went.
Looking over the battlefield, Suki had returned to duelling Azula. She was regal, a tempest in her attacks. Yu and Li were pinning down Mai and Ty Lee with a flurry of attacks, supported by the other Kyoshi Warriors. Despite her retreat, Y/N was optimistic. The tides soon changed. For the briefest of moments, Azula caught Y/N’s eye, a malevolent smile stretching across her face. In quick succession, she blinded Suki and the Warriors with a great wall of pure icy fire, then pulling all her energy into her hands. A great bolt of lightning struck one of the trees, bringing it down with a massive crack. As Appa brought her further away from the ground, she heard screams.
“Suki!”
They were over water now. Y/N hadn’t stopped crying since Azula brought the tree down. Head hanging over Appa’s back, she watched her tears fall into the ocean, mingle with the salt water below until it became invisible to her eye. A small group of ships sailed below, and for a moment Y/N thought she saw Sokka on them. A trick of the light, she convinced herself afterwards, or the trick of a malicious spirit.
She let Appa continue on their path without question, unbothered by their nearing to what looked like an Air Temple. Was her idiot here? Maybe Appa knew something Y/N didn’t.
Knocked off his back, Y/N was ready to scold the bison, only to see the glee in his dark eyes. He was playing, just like a baby would play. As he jumped around the ruins of the Temple, she watched with a small smile. The man watching them, though, wiped it off her face quickly enough.
“You,” He said pointing at the pair of them, “Are struggling to find peace.”
Y/N snorted, taking a defensive stance in front of the bison. “What gave you that impression?”
“Come, Princess,” The man said, amicable. “We have much to discuss.”
“We’re both warriors in our own right, and too good to be surrounded by stupid boys all the time.“
Crossing back over the Serpent’s Pass was easy. The heavy weight on her chest that pummelled her out of nowhere was infinitely hard.
Across the deep-water chasm, Y/N carried Suki, ignoring the strain on her calves and arms. Without the serpent or the extra people holding them back, the girls made their way over the Pass before night fell. The biting cold was not a problem either as Y/N kept a flame lit in her hand as the sun began to lower in the grey sky, enveloped by a cluster of clouds.
“I sent a message ahead of us,” Suki told her idly, adjusting her headband as they walked.
“Oh?”
The Warrior nodded. “The other Kyoshi Warriors will meet us back past the docks and into the wooded area westward.”
Nodding, Y/N focused on the ground beneath her feet. It was unchanging, dusty and sharp, as they began to exit the steepest climbs of the Pass, watching it plateau with little interest. If she could analyse the rocky path they were on, it would distract from the rocky terrain she and Sokka had metaphorically stumbled onto.
“Why did you invite me to come along with you, Suki?” Y/N said, her voice too loud in her ears after hours of endless silence.
Suki smiled at her. “Call it a hunch, but I think we’re like-minded people.”
“Because we’ve both had crushes on Sokka?”
“What?” She snorted, a massive grin now on her face. “No! What I had was a fleeting moment of ‘oh he’s cute’ and that was the end of that.”
“Oh,” Y/N said, flushing with embarrassment. “Well now I feel like an idiot.”
With a gentle nudge, Suki shook her head. “Don’t. We’re both warriors in our own right, and too good to be surrounded by stupid boys all the time.”
The joke summoned a low chuckle in Y/N’s throat, suddenly washing away the bashful feeling settling in her gut. Suki was easy to talk to, it seemed, but that ease with soon disappear. At the end of the journey, the she saw the other Kyoshi Warriors. They were in full garb, waiting.
She felt more out of place than ever. Frowning, Y/N smothered the fire with her shame. A furious grey stretched over the atmosphere, the colour of smoke. Inhaling a deep, controlled breath, she tried in desperation to replace the pressure in her chest with warmth, and for a moment she succeeded. The blossoming fire lily of energy spread, easing the tension in her muscles, her intense scowl softening.
“Warriors.” Suki announced their presence with all the nobility of a Fire Nation general. “This is Y/N. She will be travelling with us for a while.”
A murmur rippled through the group as easy and detrimental as an ocean tide. Y/N had no real experience with other girls her age. Sure, when she had been to visit her father in the Fire Nation Palace, Azula had been welcoming, so to speak. By welcoming, she meant more that the princess seemed to want to add her to a collection. She seemed to keep friends like butterflies, pinned to a board by their wings. This would also be ignoring the age gap between them; the same could even be said for Toph and Katara.
This was going to be strange.
“Yes, she is a firebender, but I would trust her if I had to put my life in her hands,” Suki said, voice turning sterner, more sincere, overcoming the collective whisper of doubt. “You didn’t see her risk her life for the sake of others. Y/N is fierce, and she will fit in with us for as long as she needs.”
With that, Suki had finished. Quelling the uncertainty with swift decisiveness, Y/N couldn’t help but admire the leadership she was displaying.
Tents set up and food gathered, all that was left to do was set up a campfire. Rather than letting one of the Warriors ache over sparking flame with rock, the firebender ignited her forefinger, pointing it at the pile of dry wood collected and arranged with the neat discipline of a trained fighter. Y/N ignored the yelps of the girls around her as the fire hit the wood with fierce accuracy. Under the intense heat, the wood began to crack, splintering and cracking as loud as thunder. As it settled, no longer spitting like a vicious pygmy puma, the girls wasted no time lifting a cooking pot over the campfire.
“No meat in the soup tonight.” A gruff voice said, startling Y/N. “Is that okay with you, firebender?”
She looked at the owner of such a low voice; a tall, leggy girl was stirring different nuts into a broth, stoking the flames every now and then to keep it boiling. Other than a single braid that was slung over her shoulder, her head was completely shaved.
“I don’t mind,” Y/N smiled, swallowing her nerves. “When you travel with a monk, you get used to a vegetarian lifestyle.”
The Warrior looked at her with some curiosity as she continued crushing the shells off of the main ingredients for their meal. “Huh. The Avatar, I’m guessing. What’s he like?”
“Sweet,” Was the first word that blurted out of her mouth. “Young. Fiercely devoted.”
“Glad to know our saviour is sweet.”
“Hey, I also said devoted!”
The two girls stared at each other before bursting out with laughter. They sat there for a few silent moments. Y/N tamed the flames down to a simmering heat as her acquaintance stirred in some green herbs. It smelled divine, summoning images of pine, hiking in the rain, and home. Home was the strongest memory dredged up by the broth.
“I heard,” The girl said, a teasing smile playing on her pretty lips, “That you’re really here because you got into an argument with a boy.”
Perhaps if any of the other girls there had teased like that, Y/N would’ve lost her temper, but this one seemed kind. “You could say that we had a conflict of interests.”
“Those interests being fire and water?” She continued to joke, nudging Y/N’s shoulder. “I’m glad to know I’ll never have these problems with boys.”
Y/N furrowed her brows. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t like boys,” The girl shrugged with an easy grin. “Girls, however…”
“Wait, that’s an option?”
Now looking as confused as each other, they were interrupted by another Kyoshi Warrior. This girl had her face bare of paint, her entire body beaming with pure light. Wrapping her arms around the girl at the pot, she planted a kiss on her cheek before looking up to see Y/N, who sat shocked.
“Li, are you already bullying this poor girl?” The cheery one frowned – as much as she could looking like sunshine personified.
“Of course not, Yu,” Li said, clasping her free hand over Yu’s. “I’m just enlightening her to the many possibilities that being in the Kyoshi Warriors has granted me.”
This was a revelation to Y/N. It was her great grandfather who had spearheaded the criminalisation of ‘abnormal’ relationships, so she had never witnessed such explicit affection between two girls. It made sense though, why she never recognised her admiration of fellow women as anything more than friendship after a certain age. In fact, watching Li and Yu be so tender together reminded Y/N of an array of people she had considered close friends, those she would stare at a few seconds too long.
There had been a guard in Ozai’s palace with whom Y/N often walked the gardens when she would visit many years ago. Yes, she had been very young, but she remembered this woman with such intensity; she had these glittering gold eyes, as if someone had caught the sun in manacles and poured its blessing into her. She remembered, Princess Y/N, besotted with this woman and announcing to her that one day she would marry her. She startled at how panicked she had turned, and became sad when she never saw her again.
Even after her, there had been others she had admired; Jin who lived near her mother, Suki to some extent, and she was now realising how she had completely melted in front of Li.
But then there was Jìngyi and Sokka. Where did they fit?
“Sweetness,” Yu whispered to Li, “I think you broke the poor thing.”
“Hey, firebender,” Li said, brushing her companion off, “First bowl of soup fresh just for you.”
Numb, she took the bowl with a nod. “You can call me Y/N.”
That scent was back again as the pleasant nutty broth exuded heat. Swirling up in tendrils of steam, Y/N caught those glimpses of home again, but they were even stronger now – perhaps more melancholy and informed. But who was it she was seeing? Where was home?
Sipping a spoonful, her entire body warmed up in a way that could only be comforting. It was like the embrace of a fireplace after being caught in the rain. Spirits, it was good. It was definitely better than anything her and Katara had managed to cook up from the wilds. Watching her new acquaintances, Y/N realised their bond was forged in something other than affection; it seemed that Li was the cook and Yu the forager. Love, it seemed, could flourish somewhere that no one would ever expect it.
“This is lovely, thank you,” Y/N said with the utmost sincerity, bowing her head lowly.
Usually, she was all about etiquette, but the flavour and the sad pit in her stomach made her desperate to wolf the meal down. So many words to describe one bowl - splendid, delicious, homely – but Y/N could find none to describe how she was feeling.
“Tomorrow,” Li cut in past Y/N’s thoughts, “Yu and I, that being my Yu, will help you get ready for the journey ahead.”
Y/N allowed a small giggle to pass her lips at Li’s bad joke. “What do you mean?”
“If you’re travelling with the Kyoshi Warriors, you have to look like one!” Yu laughed, tapping her foot against Y/N’s knee as she took a seat opposite her.
“What, with the–” YN gestured to her face, mimicking the swipe of a brush over her eyes and lips.
“Yes!” Yu said, excited, “And with you uniform as well.”
“Is that okay?”
All three of the girls looked up behind Y/N’s shoulder to see a now bare faced Suki. Her red hair was tied back haphazardly in a pony tail, wisps of hair falling either side of her face. Out of any uniform whatsoever and in some comfy looking sleep clothes, she looked more relaxed.
Suki wasn’t looking at the other girls though. Suki was looking at Y/N.
“Oh!” Y/N flushed, sheepish. “Yeah, that would be great! Thank you for allowing me to travel with you.”
“Not at all,” She brushed off, taking a seat next to her on the ground, sandwiching her between her and Li. “Soup is going down a treat, girls. I’m sure we’ll all be sleeping warm in our sleeping bags tonight.”
A sleeping bag.
Oh no.
“Where am I sleeping, Suki?” Y/N asked, placing an empty bowl down on the ground – though it was refilled pretty quickly. “I mean, I don’t have problems with staying warm usually, so it’s fine if I don’t have a sleeping bag, but– “
“Y/N,” Suki interrupted, “You can have my sleeping mat and just lie between two of us just in case the winds pick up.”
“Okay, thank you.”
Crisis averted, Y/N thought as she dug through another bowl of soup. But what kind of crisis, she had to wonder. Crisis or not, she had no trouble getting to sleep under an ocean of stars, laid between Suki and Li. She felt comfortable – content, even – which was new. Perhaps she wouldn’t have too much trouble travelling with the Kyoshi Warriors after all.
Currently obsessed with the idea of first time in a relationship virgin pervert Shoyo who’s obsessed with tits. Like all this guy has ever wanted his whole post-pubescent life is to know what it’s like to feel the soft squish of a pair of boobs beneath his palms and fingers. He’s acts shy about it, but he’s constantly stealing glances down your shirt and getting a little too flustered whenever you hug him and he can feel them pressing against his chest. Poor, desperate dude is jacking off nearly every night thinking about your tits - maybe pulling up your Insta to zoom in on your cleavage as he fucks his fist to the image, wishing it was your skin and not his screen that he’s splattering in white.
So the first time your kisses get a little heated, his hands nervously wandering around your waist - he wonders if this will be his chance. He can feel the outline of your bra beneath his fingers every time his hands smooth up your back, and poorly tries to suppress his whines at the tease. His eagerness doesn’t go unmissed by you. Between nips and pulls at his lips, you reach behind to grab his wrists and guide them to your breasts. His brown eyes fly open, pupils shaking at the sudden grant of the only thing he’s been wishing for. His hands instinctively dig in, giving a long awaited squeeze as he groans into your mouth, cock hardening in his shorts between your legs.
He thinks you have the benevolence of a goddess for letting him indulge in his fantasy, and just when he couldn’t be more grateful, you lean away to take off your shirt and quickly unclasp your bra. His breath catches in his throat when the straps fall from your shoulders and slide down to reveal your tits in all their glory. He stutters and fumbles. “C-Can I-? I want- I mean-” But you just grab his hands again and encourage him to touch you more. The way his fingers dip into the soft flesh, the bounce and give as he experiments with massaging and kneading, the warmth against his palms - it’s so much more satisfying and arousing than he could have ever dreamed, and you’re simply an angel for letting him do this to you.
And then he feels it. Something that makes him strain even more in his boxers and shorts that keep getting tighter and tighter. Your nipples are hard against his hands, and oh fuck. Did you just moan when he rubbed them? He tests it again and sure enough, you let out the sweetest little gasp and whimper on his lips.
“Oh, does that feel good?” It’s genuine, he doesn’t mean for it to be a tease, but you whine your assurance, rolling your hips to grind your clothed cunt against his hardness. And he’s in awe, never even dreaming that this would be just as pleasurable for you as it is for him. He can’t stop himself, gently twisting and rolling your buds between his fingertips until you’re both mindlessly rutting upon one another, moaning and panting between wet, needy kisses.
Shoyo even dares to dip his head down, taking one of your nipples between his lips. He’s lapping and suckling, completely lost in how good feels to be attached to you like this. He teases the other with rolls and flicks of his thumb, quickly learning what makes you whimper and shake in his lap. Your fingers grip into his pretty red hair as you cry his name, feeling something building up with every buck of your hips. He doesn’t stop, only sucking and pinching harder until you’re trembling and arching into him with the shuddered announcement of your undoing.
It takes a moment for you to catch your breath and release your hold on each other. He grins at you, looking quite pleased with himself. You reward him with a sweet kiss, and another devilish idea that comes to mind.
Your fave beats off every night thinking about what it would be like to feel your cunt wrapped around his dick. He likes to think of himself as quite the dirty talker. Comes up with all kinds of nasty sordid shit he wants to say to you if you’d ever be so considerate to let him fuck you. Mutters to himself that you’re such a good fucking girl, asking if the you inside his mind likes it when he pounds your tight little pussy, and telling you how hot you look with your tits jiggling with every thrust of his hips.
But when the time finally comes, and you so graciously sink down on his cock for the first time - he can’t say a fucking word. You feel so goddamn good, better than anything he could have ever imagined that he’s speechless. So lost in the feeling of your pussy gripping around him and drooling juices into his lap as you bounce on his dick that he can’t even think yet alone speak. Just groaning and whining and panting while cycling through gritting his teeth and letting his jaw go slack. He only manages to say one thing: a strained solitary ‘fuck’ when your cunt gives that final delicious squeeze that makes him spill and spurt every last drop of cum his balls have to offer.
aaaahhhh! i’m sorry i’m so late in posting this - i really got carried away with this one and have decided to release it in four parts because it’s way too long (my first multichapter hq fic say whaaat) and i have axed the middle part completely to be rewritten. written for the @heatwave2021 fic exchange where i am honored to have been matched with the lovely @vivianvampyric i hope this provides a much needed cool off from the blistering summer (even though it’s technically fall now >.<)☀️⛱️
prompt:enemies to lovers // meet ugly // ‘you’re competitive. and so is he.’
summary:the msby 4 book a surf trip to a tropical destination, only to stumble upon a forbidden slice of paradise on their first day. despite being met with a lot of resistance, bokuto is determined to get you to share your secret spot.
f!reader x bokuto koutarou, slow burn, eventual smut (not till last chapter), strong language, heavy localism, reader’s friend almost murders hinata, lots of cringey surf lingo (glossary at the end), reader tan lines are briefly mentioned, (wc: 4.1k/???)
18+ only
[ch. 1 - here] [ch. 2] [ch. 3] [ch. 4]
“I d-don’t think ya were s-s-supposed to turn d-d-down this road,” Atsumu says, voice rattling as he clings to the frame of the open-sided Jeep Wrangler rental bouncing down a narrow dirt road surrounded by 9-foot-tall sawgrass.
“This has gotta be a secret spot!” Bokuto says at the steering wheel with a focused grin. He’s quite enjoying the bumpy ride, soaking in the feeling of the unknown adventure that might be waiting at the end of this pothole-ridden path. He was the one who had convinced his teammates to form this trip, all of them taking up surfing as a hobby as something fun to keep them in shape and connected to the world outside of all the hours spent in gymnasiums. He had seen pictures of this place on social media and couldn’t get the blue waters and clean swell lines out of his head compared to the dark, cold, murky seas back home.
“I should have driven,” Sakusa groans from the back seat, face relaying the oncoming nausea if the road doesn’t smooth out soon. Despite his rattled head, he has a protective arm in front of Hinata, who looks like he’s about to go flying out of his seat.
“Ah! This must be it!” Bokuto exclaims as he whips a turn that almost tips the vehicle and makes his own parking spot in the clearing of cars and trucks. He’s the first to unclick his seatbelt and hop out of the Jeep to run up to the clearing that opens up to the gorgeous tropical view of the beach just a few steps below the ledge. It’s not the northern point break as described by the B&B host, but rather a lost piece of paradise.
“Yewww! Check it out! I’ve never seen so many babes in the water,” Atsumu hollers from behind him, standing up in the passenger seat to look over the vehicle frame.
Bokuto narrows his eyes to focus on the line-up, and sure enough, it’s a lot of women. Mostly women. All women? Damn, they really hit the jackpot with his rash decision to turn down the hidden path. The waves look clean, a gorgeous reef break with split peaks crumbling neatly as the set heads for the shore. He can’t wait to be out there, catching all the waves and showing off for the bikini babes lounging on their boards.
“Let’s go!” He cheers and runs back to the car to grab his board. He throws his sandals into the bed and untangles his leash, then dashes to leap off the small ledge, landing in the soft sand. He can faintly hear Sakusa berating him to put on sunscreen, but he figures he’ll be okay in his rash guard. He dashes towards the shoreline, sand hot like coals beneath his feet when he hears a voice yell behind him.
“Hey! You can’t paddle out here!”
He doesn’t even stop to turn around, simply waving a hand as he continues his beeline for the water.
“Don’t worry, miss! I can handle it!” He calls back. How sweet of the locals to care about his well-being, but it’s merely a waist-to-chest high day, well within his comfort zone.
Bokuto doesn’t stop his sprint as his toes hit the water, throwing himself on top of his board and gliding over the surface with the momentum. The water is warm yet refreshing as he starts to paddle, duck diving under the first plow of whitewash rolling towards him and popping up on the other side with a satisfied sigh. He shakes his hair and continues to work his way out, keeping an eye on the other surfers riding in. A young girl zooms past him, yelling something at him that he doesn’t quite catch.
“Oi! That lil’ girl just called me a dick!” Atsumu laments, not too far behind him.
Sure enough, another identical girl flies past them on the next wave, unmistakably calling out, “Dickheads!”
Bokuto frowns but nevertheless keeps crawling forward with his arms, only about two waves away from the outside. A woman on a longboard glides past him, making a point to look him in the eye with a cutting glare. He ignores the disdain but turns his head when he hears her berate his friends.
“Move along, Jake!"
"My name isn’t Jake!” Hinata’s voice comes growling over the sound of the crashing waves as he struggles to duck dive so he barely makes it over the lip without getting eaten. His frustration can be heard in the ungraceful slaps of his stroke as he speeds up to catch up with Bokuto and Atsumu.
“Something tells me we’re not welcome here,” Sakusa says out of nowhere next to the rest of the guys despite being last to paddle out. His cheeks and nose are lathered in white zinc, and somehow his curly hair is completely dry. “The girl on shore was insistent that we can’t surf here.”
“Just some localism. If we stay respectful-” Bokuto starts, but gets cut off by Atsumu.
“Holy- ASS ALERT!"
It’s a loud and tactless exclamation that even you can hear as you come carving down the wave from the right. Your eyes squint at the unfamiliar faces that are a little slack-jawed at the sight of you, most likely foreign to seeing a girl sporting a thong bikini in the wild, let alone ass out in a power squat to throw a clean cutback to ruin the curly-haired man’s dry-hair paddle-out with the spray of your board’s tail. They keep staring, unaffected by the extra water to the face as you pop off the wave and paddle over to them.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
The guys flinch at the harsh interrogation, certainly not what any of them were expecting you to say. You might be attractive, but that mouth of yours sure is abrasive.
“Just here on vacation, trying to catch some waves and have fun,” Bokuto answers directly and the others nod in agreement. He understands that four new faces in a local spot could seem threatening, but he’s sure that it’s nothing that some good ol’ Koutarou-charm can’t fix.
“You should leave.”
There’s something chillingly calm about your voice that clashes with the warm turbulence of the ocean. No smile or frown, just an unrelenting stare on your fresh face as you grip the nose of your board to keep it from popping up between your legs.
“Thank you for the concern miss, but we can handle ourselves,” he speaks on behalf of everyone, offering a big grin that he hopes will settle the tension. He’s read that some places can have aggressive locals who dictate who gets priority in the lineups, but he knows that if he just stays patient-
“Let me rephrase: Leave.”
“Do you own the ocean?” Sakusa asks bluntly.
“Of course not, but you guys obviously aren’t from around here,” you say, narrowing your eyes just a bit.
“So we’re not welcome?” Hinata questions innocently enough.
You raise an amused brow at the redhead and turn your head around to call out to the group of about two dozen women behind you. “What do you say, ladies? Should we let Benny and the Jets here join our sesh?"
Your question is met with a chorus of boos, 'fuck off’s, and middle fingers being waved in the air. It’s enough to make the quad of boys wince at the cold unwelcome.
You turn your attention back to them and shrug.
"There you have it. We’ll even let you ride yourselves back in,” you offer with an infuriating fake smile.
Atsumu and Hinata seem content on leaving, ready to start paddling back in, but Sakusa sits still with his arms crossed, and Bokuto looks at you with a cheeky pout.
“Seems like there are plenty of peaks. I don’t see why we can’t just get along and share,” the silver-haired man points out. What are you gonna do anyway? It’s not like you can force them to leave. It’s almost as if you’re beckoning for him to keep pushing it.
“Hm, just wouldn’t want you to get eaten by a shark,“ you say, tilting your chin up and staring down at the guys.
“Sharks?”
Suddenly, Hinata lets out a frantic yelp right as his board goes shooting out the water and his body disappears beneath the surface. The other guys’ faces blanch, eyes darting to one another, ready to start sprint-paddling back to shore before they hear your laughter.
“My friend trains by running underwater carrying boulders and can hold her breath for over 4 minutes. Can little red do the same?” You giggle fearlessly. Sure enough, a riderless longboard floats past you from behind and the boys realize that it’s no coincidence that their smallest friend had gotten dragged under.
“Goddammit,” Omi grumbles, taking a deep breath before diving in after Hinata.
You can see the water rippling from a scrabble below and it doesn’t take long for the redhead to pop up, gasping for air and desperately seeking the safety of his board. Omi comes up shortly after with a well-deserved glare, while your friend surfaces with an iniquitous laugh like a spiteful selkie. The guys all exchange nervous glances, quickly realizing that you aren’t playing around despite the lively look on your face.
"I’m going back in. Hinata, come on,” Sakusa grumbles as he keeps his critical eyes on you until he paddles out of sight with a shaken Hinata at his heels.
“I’d follow him if I were you,” you say with an ominous smile, feigning innocence to the fact that your friend had nearly drowned someone.
“Hey, ladies,” Atsumu says warily with his hands up defensively. “Why can’t we just get along? Ya’know, the spirit of surfin’ n’ such?”
You blink at the two left, smile remaining as if you’re pleased with them staying despite the hassle of their presence. Bokuto studies the look on your face. It seems familiar to him, something he recognizes from all his years of staring down opponents on the other side of the net, and yet he can’t quite place what it is. It sparks his curiosity, luring him to stay put despite all the signs that tell him they should leave.
“Well, in the spirit of surfing, how about you take this next wave? Show us girls what you got,” you offer, tilting your head to the oncoming set. The tide is just right for the first wave to crest right at your position.
“Like right now?” The bleach-blond asks, quickly turning around to get himself in position, all too eager to bite your bait.
You turn around and nod at some girls behind you. The others give way to two of the smallest in the group, the same two girls who were calling them “dickheads” earlier, and no older than middle schoolers who start paddling for take-off. You whip your head back at the guys.
“Now! Don’t fall!”
“Easy enough!” Atsumu yells as he takes off and you cringe at him kicking his feet for a boost.
Bokuto stays behind and observes, wondering what you have up your sleeve even though he’s pretty sure the girls can’t catch up to his friend. However, though Atsumu is further ahead on the wave, the two girls, each half his size, easily close in on him from behind with demon-like speed on their neon boards.
“What the-? Little clone freaks what are y-!"
It’s hard to see what’s going on from behind the wave but soon enough, Atsumu’s board flies ghost over the lip while he goes full starfish bail in the air before landing in the churning white water. You laugh at the sight and turn to the last remaining man just a few feet away from you, who seems less amused at his friends’ fate. His salt and pepper hair lays slicked back against his head from the water, golden eyes studying you critically with his lips pulled into a pout. It’s a shame he’s being so stubborn, otherwise, he’s kind of cute.
“Those are my nieces. One of them will be world champion one day,” you brag with a haughty grin, watching as the one on the hot pink board airs out when the wave closes. “We’re not just some girls fucking around out here looking cute on our boards.”
You’re certainly not wrong from what he’s witnessed, though he can’t deny you don’t look far off from posters that he’s seen in windows of surf shops or even a torn magazine page adorning the lockers of some of his teammates.
"So what are you doing?”
“Not to say that we don’t have fun,” you say, “but every one of us is working hard to be better than the best.”
“Oh? And which one of you is the best?”
Your smile is almost predatory. He sees the stickers on the underside of your nose, brands he recognizes, and wonders if they’re not just for decoration. There’s a look in your eye that makes his blood simmer excitedly, and he suddenly realizes what it is. He’s well-versed in cocky attitudes, but rarely from girls, and even more rare from a girl facing a man. Undoubtedly though, he can hear and see the words seeping out of you in an aura: Underestimate me. I dare you.
“Scared of a little girl, vacation warrior?”
“No!” He blurts out, face feeling hot from the tropical sun reflecting off the water, or so he thinks. He feels a rush inside him, intrigued to see what you can bring to the table, almost wanting you to completely show him up, and yet also wanting to crush you down.
“Then follow me!” You bark, turning yourself to paddle for the oncoming wave.
You hear him grunt, making you smirk in satisfaction when you realize you have him hooked into your game. It’s an easy win for you, no matter how athletic he may be - the way his rash guard clings to his large, defined muscles certainly hasn’t gone un-missed by your judging eyes.
The wave drags you into its pull, and you let him stand up before you, noticing his goofy-footed stance and that he seems pretty comfortable riding backside. He lets out an excited “yewww!” at the rush. It makes you smile but doesn’t soften your spirit when you drop in behind him. Your eyes are trained on the spot you want to be, not breaking in concentration as you glide past him without so much as a pump.
Bokuto feels good on the wave- something about the push of the water and harmonizing with the mysterious laws of nature rather than fighting against them. There’s a certain satisfaction in finding just the right balance to enjoy the ride, not unlike being thrown the perfect toss to spike the ball exactly where you want. But he sees you out of the corner of his eye as you begin to sweep around him. It almost seems to happen in slow motion. He’s reminded of the times he’s felt so sure about a point only for a hand or a foot to come seemingly out of nowhere, and the mix of awe and anger.
Still, he can’t not turn his attention. He remembers the lessons and pointers he’s gotten since he started this hobby. He knows he should only look in the direction he’s going, but as you pull in front of him, he sees your hand slide down your lower back until your thumb hooks under the top seam of your bottoms. And though there’s hardly any fabric to begin with, he’s still held captive when you flash him your tan lines made only more tempting by the water dripping down your body.
A dirty play by you, but he knows it’s silly to get worked up and distracted by such a thing. He knows he’s losing his balance. He knows he’s about to fall and get washed away by the wave, but not without watching you execute a perfect bottom turn that cuts off his trajectory and blends into a sharp snap, and sprays the water like a full-body halo around you. It’s as if he wasn’t even on the wave to begin with.
His shoulder hits the water, eyes never leaving your carving figure as he gets swallowed by the wave. He feels strange as he gets dunked beneath the surface, left ankle getting tugged by his leash as his board buoys from above. The sunlight breaks through the clear water, and though his vision is a little blurred, he finds it quite peaceful despite the embarrassing defeat. However, his back bumps against the reef and he quickly kicks his way back up.
By the time he makes it back to shore, you’re already regrouped with the other girls, letting them have their turns. He bites the inside of his cheek, feeling salty in more ways than one. He knows he shouldn’t want to go back out, but he finds himself fighting the urge to paddle right back to you. He wants to keep surfing and prove to you that he can keep up, and prove something else to you that he can’t quite put his finger on. But he sees the rest of the guys standing around on the beach next to a girl set up with some camera equipment.
“Ha! You got beat by that girl!” Atsumu jabs as Bokuto walks up to them.
“Says the guy who got pushed around by two pre-teens,” Sakusa mutters.
“I tried to warn you all that you can’t surf here,” the girl with the camera sighs from her spot on the sheet she has set up to keep off the sand.
“And what gives you all the right?“ Bokuto asks, squinting an eye.
"Nothing. Absolutely nobody. That’s why we’re here,” she replies, though it doesn’t give them much of an answer. “You all should leave. There’s a spot north of here that should be a little more welcoming."
The guys all look at each other and agree, even if there is a little part in each of them that wants to put their foot down. But their vacation time is limited, and they’d like to catch some waves rather than fight for them. Defeated, for now, they turn back to the shoddy parking area.
"Aw man, somebody waxed our ride!” Hinata exclaims as he climbs over the ledge and makes his way to the jeep. Sure enough, the matte streaks of Sticky Bumps surf wax stand out against the shiny yellow car paint. There isn’t much canvas, but there are crude penises and the phrase “locals only” etched anywhere the wax would stick.
So much for paradise.
-
The day wasn’t a total loss. Fortunately, they had some luck at the spot they had originally set out to check out, and after exhausting themselves there, they headed back to the B&B with the sun setting behind them. It’s a bright blue two-story building surrounded by lush, colorful plants with lots of open outdoor space. The owner is a Japanese ex-pat, who Bokuto had found through a travel agent. He had introduced himself as “Musty Boot” to the guys, all of whom didn’t want to question if that’s his actual name or not.
“Did you guys score?” The older man greets them when he sees the guys unloading their boards and using the hose to wash the sand off their feet.
“Yeah! We ended up at the beach with the rocky point break like you told us. It was a lot of fun,“ Bokuto says with a big grin that stretches his cheeks which are already a little bit pink from sunburn. All of the boys look a little bit tanner just after one day in the sun, even Sakusa who was diligent with the SPF.
"You guys sure are energetic. I thought for sure you’d be jet-lagged,” the host says as he turns to open the door. “There’s a lot of other good spots in the area. I’ll show you some more on the map when you get inside."
A large dog with shaggy grey and white fur forces his way out as soon as the door gives enough space for him to wiggle through, greeting each of the guys with a wet nose to the thigh and collecting pats on the head.
"Oi! Get back in Kuzi,” Musty Boot orders and the canine goes waddling back through the door, though not without checking behind to make sure the visitors are following him.
“We went the way you said but found an even better spot on our way there. There were some nasty girls who gave us a hard time though. They tried to drown Hinata,” Bokuto tells him as he steps inside. It’s only slightly cooler, the Aircon working hard to relieve the space of the tropical heat, but at least the tile feels nice on their tender soles.
"Is that all? I should have warned you about that. That’s ‘The Siren’s Den,’ run up with y/n and her gang of wahines. Local girls-only club - they’re notorious around here. They’re like a pod of killer whales."
Bokuto laughs at the comparison for the accuracy, and wonders if the older man is referring to you. Even though it wasn’t established, something told him that you were the leader.
“Okay, but who do they think they are claimin’ a spot like that for themselves? Pretty selfish n’ rude if ya ask me,” Atsumu grunts while petting the dog to counter the bitter feelings stewing in his head.
"Trust me, you all got off lucky. See this scar?” Their host points out the indent above his right eyebrow. “I knew better, but I thought I’d paddle out at their spot when El Niño hit a couple years ago. One of those girls pulled my leash as I went to drop in on a double-overhead day and I went over the falls and straight into the reef."
"Someone should get arrested for that!” Hinata yells, and the other guys nod in agreement.
Musty Boot laughs so hard his eyes nearly bug out of his head. “There’s no cops in surfing. Especially here. Everything is settled man to man. Or woman to man.”
“And so how would we settle with them?” Bokuto muses. He hasn’t been able to stop thinking about it since they left.
The host laughs again. “By realizing that’s a battle you’re never gonna win unless you wanna get pelted with sea urchins."
They grimace at the thought. Based on what they experienced, none of them doubted that you and your gang were crazy enough to do such a thing.
"Why don’t all the guys get together and storm their spot? They can’t scare everyone away,” Sakusa says as he picks at the few stubborn pieces of sand stuck to his arm. The other guys turn to Musty Boot, curious if he thinks it’s a valid strategy.
“Things are different here. It’s still a little bit old-world where men think women shouldn’t be doing anything but cooking meals and raising children. Back in the day, men wouldn’t even let the women in the line-up. They’d harass them, snake any wave a girl tried to catch, basically drove them away until they had no choice but to find their own secret spot. It’s not really so much that they’re keeping it for themselves, it’s more that they’re contained there.“
"But it’s such a good spot! Wouldn’t the men try n’ take it for themselves?"
"The girls would just start to trickle into the other spots instead - and if I’m being honest, the guys can’t handle it,” the older man tells them.
“What do you mean?” Hinata asks.
“Well, most guys don’t want to be shown up by a bunch of girls.”
“You can say that again,” Atsumu grunts.
“Are the men really that bad?” Bokuto questions. With two older sisters, he’s never really had an ego when it comes to women - not to say he doesn’t believe men are capable of being so fragile, but he doesn’t quite understand how a woman being good at something would be a bad thing. Sure he felt frustrated earlier, but it had little to do with your gender.
“Unfortunately, yes,” Musty Boot answers with a sigh. “But the girls are also that good."
The words stick with Bokuto as he lays down on his bunk, though not for long for the full day in the sun and the jet lag are on his heels. It feels like he’s still floating on his board, bobbing along to the roll of the waves, though it’s soothing as the image of your backside creeps into his mind. He even imagines you turning your head to look at him, a wicked smile painting your lips as sleep overtakes him.
Glossary - U.S.-based lingo
Benny - non-local
Frontside - riding chest facing the face of the wave (typically easier)
Backside - riding back facing the face of the wave (can be trickier)
Dry Hair Paddle Out - making it to the outside without having to duck dive. Indicates good wave sense and observation of the ocean.
Inside - where the waves have already broken, closer to shore, usually a little weaker and where beginner surfers stick to
Left/Right - the direction of the wave when facing the beach in the water
Local - someone who frequents a certain spot
Regular - left foot forward on the board
Localism - an unspoken law of the surf line-up. Locals get priority on waves and determine if/when non-locals get their turn. Can cause a lot of fights if taken seriously and not respected.
Outside - where the waves first crest, further away from the beach
Vacation Warrior - someone who only surfs when they’re on vacation
Wahine - Maori for “young woman” though also used to refer to girls who surf
#summary: a chance competition win puts you right in the sights - and bed - of your favourite camboy, arataki itto. #pairing:camboy!itto/afab!reader #warnings: modern au, dom itto, sub reader, genital piercings, facefucking, vaginal/anal/oral, size difference, squirting, creampies, marathon sex, multiple orgasms, mind break, sex toys, dp/tp #notes: this isn’t proofread at all help girl. itto being a camboy isn’t hugely relevant to the plot… also do not think too hard about the logistics of this contest LMAOOO #word count:4k #tagged:@kamisathoes@vlyntage
-I originally posted this on ao3 but decided post it here too! mostly thomaxreader but pt 2 will be ayatoxreader <3 sorry for the odd paragraph spacing btw :,)
Thoma finds his loyalties questioned
Warnings: Yandere themes, forced marriage, no explicit sex but contains thoma’s filthy imaginations descriptions of unstable mental health (?)
You feel like you are withering away.
Every day, it feels a little harder to drag yourself out of bed. The colors around your world seem so bleak and dark and dreary. And the food presented in front of you, has it always been so… unappetizing? Truthfully, the piping hot dishes spread across the oak table is a feast. Steaming soup, fresh fish accompanied with a bowl of rice. The clammy grip you have around your chopsticks tightens.
All of a sudden, you are hit with an overwhelming sense to heave your empty stomach across the lavish meal.
Summary: You’ve never really fit in, despite trying, despite being on the cheerleading team, despite awkwardly socialising with the popular crowd. It’s not for you - these people aren’t for you. Yet, you don’t know how to escape! Do you continue following a dead end? Or finally break away?
The answer is made for you after your ‘date,’ a boy on the basketball team, bails on you, and uninvites you from some stupid basketball after party. Whatever, that’s fine. But what’s not fine is the agonisingly long walk home. Oh, in the dark, late at night!
However, your saviour finds you, and not only does he save you from walking home alone, but the conflicting feelings that you’ve spent the last few years with.
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Cheerleader Reader
Reader Description: Reader is female and uses she/her pronouns. Not much detail is given about her appearance, other than she wears heavy eyeliner, and is clearly an outcast that is trying to fit in.
Word count:1.8k
Tags: Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Slow burn, Awkward flirting, Drinking, Angst, Comfort, Generic High School Bullying, Denial of feelings, Feelings realisation.
