Evil Guy And His Evil Cat But The Cat Is Actually The Mama And The Guy Is Her Kitten,,

day 115 | fifth strangling attempt that day [id in alt] [x]

starting 2024 with a Toji

Looks like the Devil’s nabbed the wrong cup.

Big mistake.

The audio’s from Tom & Jerry’s ”Fine-feathered Friend”

If you’re wondering why Chalice is so tiny, it’s cos of one of Saltbaker’s magical treats accidentally shrunk her.

Everything is in its place

Toji and Jin witness something interesting. Tojin + Gonao and a very tiny mamamegu and megumi!

Part of JJK Domestic Tojin AU

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A Dance With the Dragon I — The Tides Beckon

Yandere Neuvillette x Reader

[Part I — You are here] [Part II] [Part III] [Part IV]

The last thing you expected was to have caught the eye of Fontaine’s Chief Justice. You have no choice but to be swept into the dragon’s dance.

Warnings: Yandere tendencies, possessive behavior, forced imprisonment, unrequited relationship

It all started with your realization that Fontaine has some rather intriguing laws.

For as long as you could recall, you had aspired to become a marine biologist. Though you hailed from Mondstadt, you forged your curiosity in the tide pools and lakes around the edges of the region. You scoured over any novel you could find on marine ecology and animal behavior, spending endless hours lost in the Knights of Favonius library. On your thirteenth birthday, your parents bought you a Kamera, which launched your career in wildlife photography and research. You even went on to publish a book cataloguing pictures of your nation’s aquatic life. It came to no one’s surprise, then, when you were gifted with a hydro vision.

Although you loved your life in Mondstadt, the vast waters that surrounded the Land of Hydro beckoned you like the pull of a tide. So, on your twenty-fifth birthday, you parted with your family and homeland, traversing across Teyvat and experiencing its many wonders. You relished in the culture and cuisine in Liyue and marveled at the natural architecture of Sumeru’s forests. Yet nothing would ever be as breathtaking as your first glimpse at Fontaine, at the granite peaks rising above the crystalline waters teeming with life of all forms.

You had secured employment with a group researching the sudden uptick in seal strandings across the nation, taking you across Fontaine’s many beaches. Your main base was located near Romaritime Harbor, which prompted you to spend your lunch breaks exploring the Court of Fontaine.

You made quick friends with the Melusines, some of whom were still a bit nervous being around humans; however, you found their stories of the ocean fascinating and often invited them to join you for lunches or strolls through the city.

One in particular, Carole, had become your close friend after you encountered her being pelted with rocks by a mob of Fontainians. You didn’t hesitate to use your vision to immobilize the rocks and create a barrier around Carole, quickly ushering her to safety. You couldn’t comprehend the prejudices directed towards her and the other Melusines, but after that incident, you made sure to keep an eye out for all of your little friends.

One day, on one of your walks, you ran into said Melusine. She seemed despondent that only a handful of citizens were interested in her hand painted posters, so you decided to treat her to lunch and pastries to cheer her up. That’s when you first caught wind of the Hydro Dragon.

“Well, if you’re worried about the seals, you might call upon the Hydro Sovereign himself!” Carole chirped.

You tipped your head curiously, lowering the cup in your hands onto the cafe table. “Don’t you mean herself? Although I’ve never met the Hydro Archon, I’ve heard others refer to her as ‘Lady’ Furina.”

Carole shook her hands back and forth in front of her. “Oh, no, I mean the Hydro Dragon! He is responsible for keeping watch over Fontaine, which includes all of its resources and residents. I’ve heard that with every sea creature that passes, the heavens open and the dragon sheds his tears in mourning.” She took a bite of her croissant. “I have a feeling he’d be willing to help.”

You tapped your chin in thought. “You don’t say. Well, we are in a bit of a drought, which could be contributing to the beachings… Perhaps I’ll ask this Hydro Sovereign for his favor.”

On the days you were dispatched to Fontaine’s eastern beaches, you opted to sit by the Fountain of Lucine to wish for the Hydro Dragon’s help. It had become a tradition for you to do so ever since your conversation with Carole, for you swore that every time you prayed to his name, rain would grace the shores the next day.

During those research trips, your coworkers would invite you to attend trials at the Opera Epiclese, though you politely declined each time. You had no particular interest in the Opera and were much more inclined to spending your time outside and uninvolved with the court’s theatrics. Besides, you considered yourself to be a model citizen, so the proceedings of the court were beyond your worries.

Or so you thought.

~*~

The incident that led to your arrest was the violation of the order “no domestic pets shall be named after Furina”. Apparently the otter that paddled around the Harbor each morning was undignified of the title of “Focalotter”. You had thought the name quite clever and humorous—that is, until a horde of Gardes surrounded you during your shift one afternoon.

You were detained and led into the Opera immediately, which was where you currently found yourself. You frowned at the relatively large crowd—which, much to your dismay, included most of your coworkers—dispersed throughout the hall. Had they all come just to spectate your trial? Standing alone on the isolated balcony, you felt like an insect under a magnifying glass, an insignificant pest to be probed at for entertainment.

“And how do you plead?”

The deep, commanding voice above you wrenched you from your thoughts. Turning your eyes up, your (e/c) orbs were met with a penetrating gaze.

Pinning you with his lavender and silver eyes from atop his chair at the center of the court was none other than the Chief Justice of Fontaine, the Iudex himself, the face of the law in the Court. Monsieur Neuvillette.

This wasn’t your first interaction with the man.

Shortly your move to Fontaine, you had stumbled across his path. At first, it was just sightings from afar; he would be leaving the Opera, or purchasing a drink (Wait, is he paying for water?) from your favorite cafe. Your favorite flowers also began to appear at your doorstep, each time with a brief, cryptic note, usually something along the lines of To my little pearl —Sincerely, your guardian dragon. You didn’t think anything of it; if anything, it confirmed that your prayers to the Hydro Sovereign had been heard.

Then, however, Neuvillette began to periodically show up around your research stations, claiming to be investigating a court case. Even though the Iudex’s public appearances were supposedly rare, none of your coworkers, yourself included, thought to question his authority, answering his inquiries regarding the base’s activities to the best of your abilities.

You noticed that he tended to speak to you the most, even asking personal inquiries like your favorite drinks, foods, books, and hobbies, and about your marine photography especially. It must be part of the investigation, you rationalized. He was nothing but gentlemanly and always kept conversations curt and to the point, offering you a gentle smile as he departed.

If only you knew the true extent of his desires.

~*~

Naturally, he first caught wind of you from the Melusines. As his closest advisor, Carole regularly joined him for afternoon tea, and though he was not one for idle talk, the manner in which his friend spoke of you sparked his intrigue.

“And when those meanies were throwing rocks at me, (Y/n) was the only one who intervened! If it weren’t for her, I don’t know what would have happened…” Carole rubbed her head, as if remembering the sharp pain.

Neuvillette placed a hand over his heart. “I am eternally grateful for her presence. I cannot stand the thought of any harm befalling you.” The hydro dragon looked out the window of his study to the ocean, deep in thought. “Perhaps you could introduce me. It appears I have much to thank her for.”

“Oh, that’s right!” Carole raised a finger. “She mentioned lots of seal beachings recently, so I suggested that requesting rain from a certain dragon could assist her work!”

Neuvillette nodded, a slight smile pulling at his lips. “Ah, so that is why I’ve been hearing Hydro Dragon, Hydro Dragon echoing throughout my mind the past few weeks. You have quite the imagination, my friend.”

Carole shrugged playfully. “Hasn’t it been raining more often lately? Seems like her prayers worked!”

That they had, as Neuvillette could attest to.

The first time he heard your soft voice calling to him, he had sent rain the following morning—not for you, but for the seals. His position barred him from forming close relationships with humans, so the notion of attending to your inquiry face-to-face was eliminated immediately.

But when you returned again and again to implore for rain, he couldn’t deny his interest. The day after Carole informed him that his little supplicant and Carole’s hero were one in the same, he knew he had to meet you. He had actually left the Opera to see you for himself; whether he would actually converse with you was still uncertain, but your voice tickled an itch that he needed to scratched.

Neuvillette was an experienced and composed man, but setting his sights on you for the first time stole his breath. This, he thought, must be what it feels like to drown.

Your smile shone brighter than a Beryl conch, and your scent floated around him, sweeter than any marcotte. The light shimmering from the hydro vision on your hip reflected back in your eyes, giving them the appearance of twin pools of blue. You were sitting on a bench by the Fountain, a Kamera in hand as you gestured excitedly towards the screen. To your right was a Melusine he knew well, Kiara, who was clearly enraptured with the technology.

Though he knew of your kindness towards the Melusines—jumping in to save Carole alone was grounds for a medal of peace—seeing it before him sent the waters around his heart roiling. The Iudex was moved by the fact that, despite being a foreigner to Fontaine’s customs, you treated them with the utmost respect, going out of your way to befriend and include them in your daily life. Many citizens of Fontaine still harbored prejudice against the Melusines, but you… You even used she/her pronouns when referring to them, implementing the very law that he set forth.

“I use this for my research on seal behavior and conservation,” you explained to Kiara. “Having pictures of each individual helps us identify them in the future. We even give them silly names sometimes. See this one here? We call him Mr. Sealie, and this otter I like to call…”

When the pink Melusine started giggling over the nickname of your otter, a plan formed in his mind.

Whether attributable to his sense of justice or his draconic instincts, he knew one thing for certain. Like a shining pearl, you must be cherished and protected—and who better to serve than the Hydro Sovereign?

~*~

Those eyes will be my downfall.

Purple and silver locked with (e/c). Despite being newly appointed to the court, Neuvillette was the embodiment of both poise and intimidation. The very air around him seemed to shimmer with power and unyielding authority. His breathtaking eyes swirled with emotions—was that desire or disinterest?—you could not even begin to decipher in your current position.

Archons, help me.

You cleared your throat, hoping you didn’t appear too nervous in front of the judge. “Although I admit to using a version of the Hydro Archon’s name when referring to that otter, I was unaware of such a law against doing so. I’m not originally from Fontaine, so some of its, uh…lesser discussed laws are new to me.”

Neuvillette gazed around the courtroom as the crowd devoured the trial before them. It was baffling how naive humans could be sometimes; of course there was no rule against applying a silly nickname to a pet.

That is, until this morning when he had signed it into law.

Seeing you frightened and alone in the defendant’s box, however, was torture. It took all of his willpower to not to engulf you in his strong arms like waves around sand. But he had to maintain the facade of immovable judicator for a bit longer in order to mold you to his tide. Retaining his mask of composure, Neuvillette continued, “You do realize that previous defendants have been jailed for far less, correct?”

Frustration and fear flared within you. “But I—”

“Desecration of Lady Furina’s name is of the highest offense. Your behavior will not be excused, neither by myself nor the Oratrice.” Neuvillette raised the paper with your verdict, barely glancing over the words before he spoke. “The verdict stands: you, (Y/n) (L/n), are guilty.”

You clenched your fists heatedly. There was no arguing with the Iudex. Clearly, the polite and considerate version of Neuvillette that you had encountered earlier was an anomaly, for the figure looming above you was the complete opposite. Cold, calculating. Distant. A whirlpool cresting a bottomless sea.

Had this been his plan all along? Had you been the subject of his investigation? But why?

“However, because you are not from Fontaine, I will offer you a choice.”

You blinked up at the Justice, a knot of unease forming in your stomach. A choice? What choice did you truly have here? You pursed your lips warily but nodded for him to continue.

Neuvillete raised a gloved finger. “The first: you will serve a life sentence in the Fortress of Meropide.”

A wave of despair seared your insides like a brand. That was your fate? To be trapped beneath the region where you had always longed to live, never to feel the salty wind on your face or hear the calls of seals and gulls again? Surely, the second option was less cruel?

“Or, alternatively: you will dedicate your life to the court. You will abide by its laws without question and with unwavering commitment. You will relinquish your freedom; you will not be permitted to leave Fontaine and will be bound to this place for eternity.”

A choked sob escaped your lips. No matter what you chose, your life’s work and passion would be extinguished. You would be forced to either become an actress in the court’s performance or resign your soul to a watery grave.

Both option chained you to the Region of Hydro forever.

But one option at least granted you a semblance of freedom—a notion that you soon learned was as transitory as a bubble in water.

The crack of a cane against wood resounded through the Opera, quickly silencing the crowd’s mutterings over your sentence. “What is your decision?”

You could have heard a pin drop as the audience waited in rapt anticipation for your answer.

“I…I choose the latter,” you declared, tilting your chin up. You maintained direct eye contact with the Iudex all the while, holding onto your last bit of pride.

You could have sworn you saw Neuvillette release a breath of relief. “Very well. I hereby adjourn the court. Gardes, please escort the defendant to my office for further instruction.”

Two Gardes led you out of the Opera and onto an Aquabus to the city. They informed you that you would now be living in the Palais Mermonia and your duties would begin immediately. When you asked about retrieving your belongings and notifying your family, the Gardes exchanged glances.

“That won’t be necessary,” one said cryptically. “Monsieur Neuvillette will page your relatives and have your possessions seized.”

You frowned, wishing to object, but the Palais doors loomed before you like the entrance to a monster’s lair. You gulped but swallowed your fears, straightening your back pridefully as you were ushered inside and into the Chief Justice’s office. The bolting of the lock from the outside set alarm bells off immediately.

Neuvillette stood from his seat as you walked in. He coughed awkwardly, red dusting across his pale complexion. “Ah, Lady (Y/n). I do apologize for such a fast-paced series of events. You must be exhausted.” He motioned towards the sofa adjacent to his workspace. “Please, sit.”

You blinked at him in surprise. What happened to the unwavering judge from the court? Why was he suddenly treating you kindly? And why in the Archons’ names was he blushing of all things? Unsure how else to react, you obeyed and settled into your seat, with Neuvillette taking his own on the sofa across from you.

Neuvillette poured you a glass of what appeared to be plain water into an exquisitely ornamented cup. You took it wordlessly, noticing his eyes flare with a silver glow when your fingers brushed his own. Gripping his own cup, he raised the chalice towards you. “To a long and dedicated future together.”

You sketched a brow curiously but raised your glass in tandem to…whatever that was supposed to mean. “To not being in prison, I guess.”

“Indeed.” A breathy chuckle followed. “Now, I’m sure you’re wondering as to what this whole business regarding your sentence is.” Neuvillette took a long sip from his chalice. He frowned slightly when you simply placed yours on the coffee table separating the two of you. “Although you may have thought you’d be completing droll office work, your duties will be a tad unorthodox.”

At this, your brows furrowed. Wasn’t that what all those employees you had passed in the Palais foyer had been doing—pushing papers? You had cringed at the dark bags under many of their eyes, at how many were asleep at their desks, imagining how similar you’ll look once your sentence was completed. But based on Neuvillette’s words, it sounded like you would be doing something very different.

Oh, Archons. I’m fucked.

You braced yourself to speak, but Neuvillette beat you to it.

“You are to be my wife.”

You blinked once, twice, waiting for the punchline of the joke.

Neuvillette merely stared at you with his hands folded across his lap, waiting for your response.

After a pregnant pause, you couldn’t help the stunned scoff that escaped your lips. “You can’t be serious.”

“Quite, I’m afraid.”

You shook your head. “With all due respect, Monsieur—”

“Please, call me Neuvillette.”

Ignoring him, you continued, “I did not agree to be your wife.”

The Chief Justice leaned back against the posh blue cushions of the sofa. “Although that may be the case, you are in no position to refuse. In fact, your sentence mandates that you follow my orders.”

You stood abruptly, sending your goblet toppling over and spilling its contents across the table. “Marriage was not a part of that sentence.” Which was ridiculous to begin with, you added to yourself. I mean, a life sentence for a pet name? It’s almost like he wanted me arrested.

Neuvillette sighed and flicked his wrist, causing the chalice to right itself and the water to refill. “Marriage is the highest form of dedication, no? Is that not what you pledged to?”

“I dedicated my life to the court,” you clarified.

“My dear, I am the court.”

You emitted a low hiss, turning to the door. “I’m leaving.”

Before you could take more than a step, Neuvillette moved towards you faster than a crack of lightning across the sea. His large frame straddled yours, pinning you against the sofa. He grabbed your dominant wrist, a foreign bubbling under your skin erecting the hairs on your arms. Your mind reached out for your hydro powers to defend yourself, only to be crushed with the realization that your vision had been confiscated at the court.

Despite your struggles, you could only watch in terror as a glowing silver-blue mark in the shape of a dragon burned across the length of your arm. The leviathan’s scaly body twisted in ringlets up your forearm and bicep, ending in a slender head with twin horns that crested your shoulder.

As soon as Neuvillette loosed his grip, you shoved him away, panting heavily. The mark had already disappeared, but you could still feel the ghost of it under your skin.“What have you done?” you whispered breathlessly.

In total contrast to your own contorted expression, Neuvillette appeared completely calm. He smoothed out his robes and adjusted his jabot. “I have lived for centuries, and I have many centuries more. I’ve merely gifted some of them to you.”

Your body began to shake, from fear, sadness, or rage you did not know. “I don’t want them.”

“You do remember that you promised to serve the court for eternity, don’t you? How do you expect to persist by my side otherwise?”

Eyes locked on the exit, you tried for a different tactic. “Take me to the Fortress of Meropide.”

Neuvillette’s expression darkened, his patience clearly thinning. “I will not.”

Your eyes shifted back to his. Although Neuvillette intimidated you beyond belief, you’d be damned if you didn’t go down without fighting for your life’s hard work. “I want to change my sentence.”

He glanced down at your arm. “It’s a bit too late for that, my dear.” Taking your hand in his, he pulled you to his chest. His form towered over you, capable of resting his chin on the top of your head. “Please, understand. I mean to keep you from harm, even if it means being your jailor.”

“You’re insane,” you hissed, futility attempting to pull away. “Let go of me!”

Neuvillette’s grip was relentless. You stilled when you felt claws ghost up your back in a silent warning. “That is one thing I will never do.”

The fight in you slowly ebbed away—for now. Your resistance was clearly moot, like a gnat trying to down a dragon. You’d have to play the long game to learn how to get under his skin—and how to rid your own of this new mark. “I will find a way out of this,” was all you could promise, refusing to meet his eyes.

A deep sigh sounded above you. Neuvillette took a step back, looking at you with such longing you thought you’d combust on the spot. With one last stroke of your cheek, he strode towards the office’s exit and unlocked the door with a flick of his wrist. Looking over his shoulder, he fixed you with a forlorn gaze. “By the time you realize your place here, there will be nothing for you to escape to. Only I will remain.” He once more turned his back to you and stepped out of the room.

You suddenly paled, realizing the implication of his words. If his declaration was true and you were to live as long as him, then your family, your career, the world as you know it would be completely gone. Your only company, your only solace, the only one who would remember your name, would be him. “Wait, no, you can’t—!”

He closed the doors.

~*~

Neuvillette was many things, but a liar was not one of them.

True to his word, you remained locked almost exclusively in the Palais Mermonia. On the rare occasions he let you outside, the Iudex served as your only company, diligently making sure you were hidden. Your vision was permanently taken, supposedly to prevent danger to yourself. It didn’t go unnoticed when he would wear it on his hip at important or potentially volatile trials. When you finally asked—or growled at him, really—why he kept it on his person, he had merely frowned and replied, “I originally thought the idea of a fake vision preposterous, I admit. I have no need for one. Yet having it feels as if you are constantly by my side.”

The draconic tattoo he had branded onto your arm not only extended your lifespan but also gave you a minuscule drop of his abilities—though only when you were in his presence (and most definitely not against him—you had tried). That allowed the two of you to transport to and breath in the depths of Fontaine whenever you begged to go out. In his mind, it was perfect—not only was the sea his realm, but no one and nothing could touch you. You were his alone to hold, to see, to have.

Those trips were torture for you. Free, but trapped; floating, but tied down to the man who was supposed to be the symbol of justice.

You, on the other hand, had tried a variety of (fruitless) tactics to convince the judge to free you. Any attempt at conversation or advance in his part was met with either vitriol or indifference on your part. You had once tried to charm him into letting his guard down, hoping you could sneak away while he was preoccupied at the court. This plan epically backfired on you when he mistook your subtle touches as permission to devour you with kisses and love bites, covering you in bruises from his sharp teeth for the next week. You wouldn’t so much as let him tap your shoulder for the next month after—the spark of silver in his eyes while he kissed you foretold of a deep, overwhelming desire that far surpassed simple kisses. You feared what might occur if the composed Chief Justice were given the opportunity to release his more primal urges.

And so, each day was passed much in the same:

1) Wake up on the floor or couch of his suite in the Palais—like hell you’d be sharing a bed with him. Oh, how he had tried in the beginning to usher you into bed, into his arms. It was childish, yes, but at least your refusal have you some semblance of autonomy.

2) Ponder on how you would greet Neuvillette that day.

3) Choose between fury or pretending he didn’t exist, typically the latter.

4) Look for a way to escape after he left for the Opera. Fail.

5) Spend most of the day scouring court cases in his office for clues to overturn your cause. Fail again.

6) Look out the window pitifully at the water beyond the Court of Fontaine (were the levels rising?). You often thought of your family back in Mondstadt; what were they told of your imprisonment, if anything? How long had you been stuck with the Chief Justice? The days blurred like ink in water.

7) Immediately exit the office towards his attached suite the moment he returned—any other room was preferable to his suffocating presence.

Today, though, he had chosen to interrupt your musings out the window before you could make your exit.

“You know, I find the beauty of the bright sunlight is best appreciated from the indoors through a window.”

Turning your head from the glass pane, your attention was brought to the figure standing in the doorway. He was wearing nothing but a simple pair of dark blue slacks and a white tunic, his robes hooked over his arm. At the start of your captivity you had mused how strange it was to see him without his normal ornamentation; now his comparatively plain appearance was a daily sight for you.

You crossed your arms and leaned against the window, relishing the heat from the coastal sun against your back. It was nothing like the dark pits he practically dragged you to now that you could breathe underwater. “Personally, I prefer to enjoy it with the company of a cool breeze by the shoreline.”

The Chief Justice loosed a deep sigh as he approached you. He extended his palm, caressing your cheek gently. “If you desire it so, I will rearrange some meetings and escort you—”

Below the waves, where he clung to you like a Lumitoile to a rock? “No need. Present company would ruin the experience. I prefer to be above water.”

Neuvillette had the audacity to wince at your retort. “So you instead choose to wallow in your self-inflicted solitude?”

You wanted to laugh at the hurt edge to his voice. Self-inflicted your ass—every moment of your life now centered on him, depended on his permission. Solitude was a disguise for any reprieve you could get from his constant attempts to court you.

The ironic part was that, if he had approached you normally, you could have seen yourself falling for him. He brought and cooked your favorite foods and beverages, showered you with gifts and books on photography, and tried his utmost to make you comfortable.

But you knew it was as nothing but glitter in a gilded cage. Neuvillette had drowned your whole world. So no, you wouldn’t act like any of this is normal.

Resisting the urge to bite his bare hand, you glared at your captor. “You could simply, oh, I don’t know, let me go.”

Neuvillette’s jaw tightened. His patience might run deeper than the Trench of Elton, but it was not everlasting. “We’ve discussed this.”

At that, you shrugged his hand off. “Can I at least speak with my family? My friends?”

A pained look flickered across Neuvillette’s face. “That isn’t possible.”

Your lip curled in response to his expression. “Don’t act like you actually care.”

Pursing his lips, he settled onto the window seat next to you. Though you were twitching with the urge to escape, he placed a large hand on your thigh, a gentle warning. “(Y/n), there’s something we must discuss.”

You narrowed your eyes, though your heart rate spiked. By now, he recognized your silence as a sign to continue.

“Do you wish to walk around the Court of Fontaine with me?”

Blinking, your throat dried. You swore you heard him wrong. “I’m sorry?”

Neuvillette squeezed your leg in what he thought was a comforting manner. His eyes—fuck, you had to admit they were wickedly beautiful, silver and sharp as a sword—never left your own. “You have been justified in your anger with me. I have restricted you for far too long. I would like to extend an olive branch, if you will—an agreement that we will both retain civility. I will grant you freedoms, but you must adhere to your sentence. Any deviation will not be tolerated.”

Your head was spinning, so you didn’t even consider the implications of his words. He was letting you out. “Can we go now?”

Neuvillette smiled softly. “Of course.” Standing, he offered you a hand. You tentatively took it, more awestruck than anything as he unlocked the doors to the outside. You’d finally get to see your family, your colleagues, the sun—!

Fontaine was unrecognizable.

The last time you seen the square of the Statue of the Seven, the roads were cobblestone. Now, strange machines roamed the paved streets, clearly serving as sentinels. None of the shops or restaurants were familiar—your favorite coffee shop, where you had so many chats with Carole, was now boasting signs for upscale fashion. A Melusine hopped by, wearing a Garde’s uniform, something that you remembered as being rare due to the increased chances of them being targeted. Your heart rate spiked in worry when the Melusine approached a group of children and their parents, only for a stunned expression to hit you when the creature was hugged by a little girl, her parents cooing in delight.

“Where…what?” you stammered. Fontaine had seemingly changed overnight—at least in your experience of time. Dread pooled in your stomach.

You attempted to pull your arm away from him, but his grip on you was steadfast. That same pained look from before marred his handsome features. “I did not lie when I said you have nothing to return to.” The Chief Justice sounded melancholic—he wished it hadn’t come to this, but he had to eliminate any prompts for you to leave.

“No, no.” Your heart dropped. “What… What year is it?”

The silence that followed was all you needed to know.

“How many years has it been, Neuvillette?” you repeated, your voice cracking with a desperate tone.

For once, Neuvillette avoided eye contact with you. He simply gestured towards a bulletin board, where the latest issue of The Steambird (at least one thing was consistent) was posted. You tore it from its pin, choking back a sob as you read the date.

Hands shaking, the issue fell to the ground. It landed in a puddle, its edges slowing soaking and blurring the ink. A steady rain had started to fall, quickly turning into a torrential downpour.

It had been over four hundred years since Neuvillette had taken you.

If it weren’t for Neuvillete’s hand on your hip, you would have crumpled to your knees. “H-how?”

Neuvillete looked to the skies solemnly. “Time passes differently for us long-lived species.” You cringed at his use of us, and how he actually sounded remorseful. “But this is our opportunity for a fresh start.”

Silent tears streamed down your face. For what could you do? Everyone and everything you knew was gone. Lost to the sea of time forever. You had nothing.

He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, placing a delicate kiss on the top of your head. “Cry not, my little pearl. No matter how many centuries pass, you will always have me.”

~*~

Neuvillette was many things.

And now, just as he dreamed since the moment he set his eyes on you, he was your everything.

And yet, you refused to drown.

As the years flowed like water through a stream, you began to learn the beat of Neuvillette’s dance. His emotions, his moods, his thoughts, all reflected themselves within the waltz of his life, and soon maneuvering around the steps became second nature to you. The balance of power laid within the count, and you were determined to be the one leading,

The dragon wanted to dance? So be it.

You’d give him the most challenging dance of his life.

… alright but what if chef saltbaker just kept a lil sugar cube guy around as a lil buddy friend (post community service probably)

He is now required by law to become male wife

how many times can i draw them having emotionally charged restroom encounters

I've been a sucker for Poly Dabihawks/hotwings, so can I request poly dabihawks NSFW with a female darling who escaped and almost told the cops what happened but hawks just tells the cops she's drunk, they'd believe the number 2 hero more than some civilian, right? Can you make it 🍥 with collar and leash kink, hair pulling, and sadisim with burns and stuff?

AAA, I love the burnt chicken pair. And of course you can request that!

Shouldn’t have done that 🍥 🎂 🍮

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Word count: 5k

Contents: Yan!Poly!DabiHawks punishing fem!darling who escapes.

Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. NON CON, PUNISHMENTS, MANIPULATION, HEAVY SADISM, BURNING, LEASH AND COLLARING, HAIR PULLING, DEGRADATION, FEM!DARLING, DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND DEATH, ORAL (GIVING), BRANDING.

You don’t know how much time you’ve been trapped here, considering that you had no contact with the outside world. The television doesn’t have a news channel for some reason, so you can’t figure out if the world knows you’re still alive, if the world still cares about getting you back to safety.

Tears pool at your eyes, you know Dabi will be angry if he sees you crying again. You don’t want to piss him off, he scares you. And you know that if Keigo sees you crying he’ll force cuddle you, he’ll force you to talk to him about why you are crying, and if you tell him that its because you miss the outside he’ll be the one that's pissed off.

You hiccup heavily, but something inside you sparks when you feel a current of cold air hit your back. Your breath hitches, and you run outside of your room towards the kitchen, where the backdoor is.

Its open.

Its open.

Its a trap.

Or is it?

You step outside for a second, barefooted and feeling the warm sun hit your face. You giggle at it, you’ve missed this so much, tears quickly find their way in your eyes again. 

You take another step, and another, and another, and yet another one. You start walking, getting away from the house of nightmares. You walk faster, trying to find somewhere safe, somewhere you can run to, a friends house, a family members house, something, anything. You start running, the smallest of sounds feeding your paranoia of both men running to catch you. 

You run, not caring about the curious looks of people around you. You don’t care, you need to run, you need to hide, you need to find someone who helps you. You look around, you look at the sky for the menacing silhouette of one of your captors, circling around you like a vulture at a dead animal.

You run again, your feet are burning but there’s nothing you care about except running away. There’s no compassion, nobody offers to help you, nobody offers to lend you a hand, to ask if you’re okay, this feels you with rage, but also with fear.

You keep running away, trying to find a familiar face, maybe an old teacher that you had on high school, maybe a pro-hero that wasn’t completely insane, maybe a friend you hadn’t talked to before your disappearance, that aunt you didn’t see often, the old man that sold you vegetables on the weekends, your boss, a co-worker, anything, anyone, please.

And then you saw it, a police officer. A person who could empathize with you, a person who was also quirk less and could see how to help you.

Hawks enters the house, chirping happily. He brought you your favorite food since he has seen you a bit down this last couple of days and he wants to chirp you up.

“Hey, duckling! I have a surprise for you” he places the takeout bags on the kitchen counter, curious about the fact that there’s not a single sound on the house.

‘Maybe she’s asleep’ he thinks, stepping towards the room. He doesn’t find you there ‘maybe Dabi took her somewhere, I’ll call him’ he thinks again, trying not to panic. He dials the number, the scarred man picking up quickly “ ‘sup, birdbrain?” he asks “everything alright?” 

“Is y/n with you?”

“Why would I take her with me? its not ´bring your baby to work’ day” he says sarcastically, picking up what was wrong in the situation “she’s hiding, Hawks. Don’t worry, she’s hiding on the cabinets again, I’m sure. I’ll come back there, c’mon wait for me” 

“Fine, hurry up” he sighs, hanging up, maybe he’s right, you must be hiding. He’ll let you stay there for a moment, if you come out before Dabi gets here he’ll negotiate something so you don’t get punished. 

And he gets there quick, entering the house panting. “Did she come out?” he asks trying to catch his breath, Keigo shakes his head. Dabi sighs heavily “c’mon y/n, its not funny” he yells towards nowhere “we won’t punish you, doll. Its alright” he’s telling the truth, he can understand why you’re afraid, maybe you broke a plate, maybe you spilled some water, maybe you did something stupid and you’re scared “baby, we’re gonna find you anyways, so come ou-” he can’t finish the sentence, the backdoor of the kitchen opening.

He had to fix the lock, Hawks told him.

Well shit.

Hawks doesn’t even tell him, flying out the door towards the city. You ran away, its alright, maybe you were going to tell them, maybe you were gonna buy something, maybe someone broke in and you were trying to run to safety. 

But he’s boiling in anger when he finds you, you’re trying to reach a police officer. But not so fast, he scoots you in his arms in the blink of an eye, not even giving you a chance to get anywhere near safety.

“What the hell are you doing?” his eyes are sharper than usual, and his voice is stern “better have a good explanation for this” he hisses, lifting you up high “you’re in big trouble, y/n” he keeps talking “this is probably the single most stupidest thing you could have done in your life time” he rushes towards the house “what I’m saying is...” he opens the door and uses one of his feathers to push you inside “you shouldn’t have done that”.

Dabi receives you, is usual mischievous grin is gone, it makes you shiver. He sits you down on the couch, you try to run towards your room, to hide from them, a burning hand stops you. You yell and cover your face in a reflex, Dabi can almost pity you, but that won’t stop him from doing to what he has planned.

“Well, explain yourself” he stands there with his arms closed, cocking a brow while Keigo locks all of the doors. He forces you to sit down on the couch, you’re sobbing and shaking. He has to control the urge to comfort you, to let you cry in his big strong arms while birdbrain scolds you. But he can’t do that, you fucked up big time, and you don’t deserve the treatment he wishes to give you.

You can’t explain anything you did, and you don’t even regret doing it. If only you had told the cops you would be safe by now, that's the only thing you regret about this whole situation. You sob heavily, hyperventilating and trying to find a way to demand them to let you go, tell them how much you despise them, how much you hate that stupidly kind and warm smile Keigo gives you every morning, how much you want to puke every time Dabi calls you a sweet pet name.

“I hate you!” you bark at them, red eyed and completely contrary to your docile and meek attitude. Hawks’ wings puff up, making him look more menacing than before, his eyes sharpen. And one his feathers places at your throat, sharp and ready to slice it open. Your breath hitches, you still bend and break as easily as before. He removes it from there, not a single wound on your body.

Yet.

Dabi can feel sadness and anger accumulate inside him, he grabs a handful of your hair. You yell, you scream, you plead for him to let you go, that you didn’t mean it, that you are sorry.

“You dirty fucking liar” he hisses, his grip on your hair is hard and unescapable, he throws you to the ground, your scalp hurts  and tears pool at your eyes. You hear something unbuckle, and your previously closed eyes open wide at the sound, is he going to hit you with his belt?

He sits down, still holding you in place with his hand. If you try to struggle he will hurt you badly, so you only await for what's prepared for you. He pushes his pants down, not all the way, just enough to let his semi-hard cock peek. You start crying now. Your knees are bruised from falling down forcefully, you would expect the blonde to stop him, to tell him that what he is doing is wrong and that they are the ones that should apologize.

But that moment never comes.

Dabi uses the already hard grip on your hair to pull you closer to the head of his cock, your nose and lips touch the thick length and you have to contain the urge to puke at the sight of that pierced dick in front of you. Its bigger than average and you know it, you can see little white hairs growing at his lower abdomen. Its seems hygienic enough, but you just can’t help but be so disgusted about it, maybe its because of the person carrying it.

Keigo smirks, already knowing what Dabi has in mind just by the sight of you being forced on his cock, you open your mouth reluctantly, but he shoves his length inside you quickly, making your eyes crystalize as you gag down on that piece of meat. He gets closer to you, not saying a word, just slowly unbuckling his belt as well. Dabi looks at his golden eyes, sharing a mutual pleasure of finally getting a taste of you.

They had contained themselves, wanting your first time with them to be consensual and loving, but it seems like plans have changed. Dabi pulls your hair as he pulls your mouth away from his cock, instead forcing you closer to Keigo’s. “C’mon, please him” he orders, you don’t say anything. Your eyes reflect the most anger they had ever seen someone had “be a good pet” your eyes open wide and your brows furrow “I don’t want to” you say in a thread of voice, Dabi chuckles gravely “that was an order, not a request” he says, sending a shiver down your spine. 

You open your mouth again, Dabi lets go for a second, letting birdbrain take control of the pace he is going to fuck your mouth with, you try to escape, instead earning a slap on your face, its feels as if you’ve been hit with a hot iron, you cry harder, but none of them comfort you, instead a soft hand pulls harshly at your hair. He inserts his length all the way into your mouth, neatly trimmed blonde pubic hairs tickle at your nose, but the fast pace he fucks your mouth at doesn’t allow you to focus enough on that. You’re tempted to bite down at his length, to chop it and make a bloody mess, would he kill you if you did? Was it worth it to taste your luck like that?

You decide its not, only sucking and pleasing that winged psychopath. “Gonna fill your throat so good” he groans, you internally plead that he doesn’t cum on your mouth, you just hope that he will have the mercy to not stain your insides with his filthy cum. “Watcha’ say? I wanna se her pretty little face covered in cum” he invites Dabi to join on his malicious plan, you want to scream. But when the scarred man joins him stoking his cock, and you feel him pull out, your face gets covered in cum as you gasp for the air that your lungs where craving. Sticky, hot ropes of thick white liquid stain your lashes, nose, lips, temples and every part they can reach. Those monsters on top of you have the audacity to laugh at your teary eyes.

“Aw, don’t cry birdie” Keigo pets your hair, you tense “you owed us this for what you just did, and I think you owe us even more” he whispers the last sentence, this time you tremble.

“Go clean yourself up, whore” Dabi instructs, pulling his pants up and searching for a cigarrette to smoke. You can’t move, instead hugging yourself while tears run down your cheeks. He pulls your hair again, forcing you to stand up. You cry and scream for him to let go “don’t piss me off more, go do what I told you” his eyes narrow “Or are you that dumb of a mutt that you need us to do it? Is that it? Are you just a stupid useless bitch that needs their masters to help them behave?” he asks, you kick and scream trying to free of his grip. Its a pitiful scene, your face is covered in cum and your hair is messy, your eyes and lips are puffy. He smiles at how much power he has over you “well then you should have told us” his smirk grows “we’re always happy to discipline a bad little doggy”.

You only cry and beg him to let go, you’re abruptly thrown to the ground, you curl upon yourself. Trying to catch your breath. You lift up your dress and use the skirt to clean the things that cover your face. You look at the remains attached to your skirt, and you almost gag at how disgusted you feel. Its horrible, you regret every part of this god awful day.

You wonder what would have happened if you didn’t run away, if you compliantly waited for Hawks to get home and told him in a soft voice “I think Dabi left the door open by accident, Keigo”. He would frown and ruffle your hair, and kiss your cheek “its okay, birdie. I’ll fix it in no time”. He would use his feathers to do the job, he would fix it in no time and would feed you with whatever those take out boxes had inside. It would be a nice day, he would let you watch television while cuddling with him. When Dabi came home Keigo would scold him, you would giggle at their fight without them noticing.

“Stupid burnt piece of shit! You left the door open, what if something happened to y/n?? What if someone entered and took her away? You’re lucky they waited for me to get here and fix it”

“Well, you could have closed the door yourself, not my fucking fault” he would smirk as he exhales smoke purposefully on Keigo’s face.

You would kindly ask them to stop fighting, Dabi would sigh and kiss your forehead “don’t worry doll, I won’t kill this stupid bird man” he would smile “yet” he would whisper high enough for Keigo to hear, you would giggle again, this time he notices. His blush and anger disappearing and being replaced with a soft smile.

Maybe if things had been different this situation wouldn’t be happening. They would lovingly caress your body, Keigo would place some soft kisses on your shoulders while hugging you from behind, you would feel his pretty cock rubbing at your back and ass. Dabi would place his thick warm fingers inside you, spreading you open as he coos how pretty you look all flustered.

Keigo would help Dabi force his cock in while he is inside, taking you both at the same time. Your glistening pussy stretched out so lovingly that all of the pain of the double penetration would be forgotten. A sweet night of love making.

But that day would never come, not since you did this.

That’s the worse part, you could have avoided this and you knew, but still chose to obey that primal and irrational part of your brain, Did you even stand a chance of getting away? Would the number two hero leave you alone? Would he even be arrested? As you analyze the situation further you realize how much of a mistake you have made, how wrong it was to do this, how bad you had fucked up.

“I’m sorry” you mumble, hoping it would make things right “you should be” Dabi answers. Hawks seems to have disappeared, you can’t feel his presence nor hear his voice. Quickly there’s a sound at the door, Hawks drops a bag on the ground. Dabi stands up, inspecting what he bought with a smile.

The blonde uses one of his feathers to lift you up and bring you close to both of them. He uses both of his hands to hold you in place, not that you would have tried to run anyways, the burning feeling on your cheek reminds you that you should stay still. “Since you wanted to be a disobedient mutt so bad we bought you this” Dabi smiles, placing something on your neck. You know what it its, and you can’t believe this is happening to you. A collar, pastel pink, with little hearts to make the illusion of spikes, the shackle is also heart shaped, its bigger and it seems it has been designed for a matching leash.

Hawks lets go of you, a feather on your throat reminding you yet again to not do anything stupid. He places the matching leash on the shackle, he lets you hold the leather piece on your hands, its pastel pink as well, it has your name branded on it. You look at it with pure horror, not knowing what to do or say, your eyes tear up again as Dabi snatches the leash away from your hands, he pulls at it without a warning making you trip, he catches you in his arms before you fall “careful” he teases, and you contain the urge to fall on his arms completely, to let go and just give them the opportunity to take all of you for themselves just like they wanted, to own your body, mind and soul in exchange of a gentle treatment, of a warm bath and a nice meal. But you don’t, you tremble in his arms as he chuckles again “such a little cry baby” he says, he makes you fall to your knees. And both of them are standing tall in front of you, menacing and completely over powering yourself.

“C’mon, mutt” a deep voice gets you out of your mind, startled you look at them “give us a show, you still owe us something for doing that” Keigo smiles, he tugs at the leash, making you remain on all fours. You don’t really know what to do, there’s nothing you can say, only breathing heavily as you start to panic. But they don’t give you time for that, he tugs at the leash again, and your brain engines start to slowly function “you want me to be your dog?” you ask with a shaky voice “yeah, and for starters: bitches don’t talk” Keigo responds, eloquently as always “so better start acting like one and bark” he says. You start crying “I don’t want to! You can’t make me!” you protests, but earn another wave of laughter at you “Aw, we can’t? Pretty sure there’s a million ways we can break you” Dabi hisses with a smile “so... are you gonna cooperate? Or do we have to give you a little incentive?” that last word makes you feel a fear you have never felt. You don’t want to find out what kind of incentive they’re referring to. It could be violence, it could be drugs.

It could be the death of you.

You gather all of your strength, you gather all of your will ‘I won’t break, I won’t break, I won’t break!!!!’ your mind tells you to run, to fight, to find a weapon, but it also yells, it yells ‘be compliant, be nice, be obedient and maybe you won’t get hurt, and maybe things will go back to normal’ and you decide to listen to that part of your brain, its rational, its something that could work. And so you crawl on all fours closer to them, you’re blushing, you’re crying.

And you’re barking.

You bark, you wiggle your ass in lack of a tail, your tongue is lolling out of your mouth as you pant, hoping its good enough. And it pleases them, watching you loose all of your dignity to make them feel happy, to keep your integrity. Are you enjoying yourself while doing it? Probably not, and that awakes something dark in the back of their heads. 

Still, they just watch you put up that pathetic show in front of them, its not even arousing to them, just funny to watch. And they wonder, should they have resorted to breaking you like this a long time ago? Probably not, you weren’t actively disobeying or disrespecting them. But in the back of their heads there’s something that tells them that they should have. Is it curiosity? Or that morbid feeling that accompanies it? There’s just something that they were craving from you and maybe this was what they wanted. 

You stop, sobbing heavily and covering your face with your hands. They already saw you cry, but there’s something in here that makes you feel more vulnerable, is it the fact that your skirt is covered in their semen? That your face has the hand print of one of them? Or is it the fear that Keigo will actually slice your throat open this time? You don’t really want to find out, you don’t really want to know what is it that you fear so much this time.

It just feels so different, you were already afraid, you were already scared, terrified even, of what they could do to you. You were prepared for anything because of this, to get robbed, sold, raped, anything remotely bad that could happen to you. You were already mentalized for it, just not this, anything but this.

It wasn’t the sexual aspect of it that disgusted you so much, it was how vulnerable it made you feel, how naked you feel, how exposed, how deprived of any free will you have been ever since this whole thing started. And it was the guilt, you were feeling guilty about doing this, not only because of the punishment you were receiving, because of what you did. Was this the start of Stockholm syndrome? Maybe it was, you felt guilty. You felt guilty because you could see the sadness in Keigo’s eyes whenever you assumed the bitter memory of you escaping and almost telling someone came back to his head. Because you could see how Dabi wanted to stop this and comfort you, you could see it in his body language, how he bit his lip harshly at the sight of you on the floor, with a slap mark that he caused.

You were guilty because you caused them pain, you caused them harm. Were you the one to blame for this? You didn’t really know, it was all so confusing. 

And you heard them sigh, one of them at least. There wasn’t a tug at the leash, just a pet to your head. You looked upwards, facing the black haired man giving you a warm smile, you cried again, your  lip wobbling as you hugged his legs. “I’m sorry!” you screamed, because you were. 

Hawks was crying to, he hated to cause you pain, and he knew Dabi did as well. It left a bitter taste on their mouth, considering how much they were harmed as children and even as adults, they hated to cause you any sort of pain. They were the ones feeling guilty, they just wanted to stop this.

Dabi helped you get out of your dress, tossing it away as Hawks searched for something more comfortable to put you on. You were naked, but you felt less vulnerable and exposed than before. Keigo entered with an oversized hoodie and a pair of sweatpants, it looked comfortable enough. But just when he was about to help you get dressed Dabi stopped him. Keigo arched a brow, silently asking him what the fuck was he doing. 

Dabi stared at you with his ice cold eyes, wondering if what he was about to do was right. Your punishment had ended, but he still felt that he had to do it.

“I’m sorry” he mumbled, loud enough for both of you to hear it. Hawks blinked twice in confusion, what was he apologizing for. But when he felt the heat emanating from his body he knew exactly what he was about to to.

And the idea didn’t sound as bad as he thought. It would only hurt for a bit, and it was worthy it. The bitter flavor on his tongue returned, and he frowned as he used his arms to bend you over and hold you in place, ass up and face down. You panicked, your breath hitching once again, you didn’t put up a fight, instead wondering when would you hear the belt unbuckling once again, and when would you feel your cunt being forced open by Dabi’s cock.

But that moment never came “please, stay still” his low baritone voice resounded in every single part of your mind. You felt heat close to your ass cheeks, and you wondered what you were about to feel, and as a hot finger started tracing something you could feel the worst pain you have ever felt. It traced a letter, you screamed, ear piercing and throat soaring scream. Hawks grip tightened, as he sent some of his feathers to hold you further in place. You tried to move your hips but it was useless, you were firmly held in the spot. You kept screaming, as he slowly traced his burning hot fingers on your soft flesh, it was as if time had stopped, painfully slow as he branded your ass. You wondered what it said, if it was something derogatory, your mind went away and then came back. Was it the sudden cold that hit the burning mark on your skin? It stinged, it burned so hard you wondered if this is what cattle felt like whenever they were marked. 

Tears rolled down your eyes, sobbing heavily as you wondered why were they doing this. Did they find joy in the enormous amount of pain you were being put through? There were so many thoughts and so many questions. Hawks’ grip softened, as he hushed your cries. They switched places, Hawks’ feathers never left the spot that they kept you trapped in, you felt something sharp now, opposed to cold in the unmarked place of your other ass cheek, you gasped when the tip of said sharp object started to dig into your skin, making you cry again, you didn’t beg them to stop, only letting him finish his already started job. You could hear him sob as he continued moving the sharp blade on your doughy skin. You cried harder, as you felt blood dripping down your thighs and exposed sex. And when he finally removed the blade after tracing a set of patterns that you couldn’t figure out entirely, but assumed were letters. You fainted, your mind left your body and you fell limp on the now stained silk linen bed sheets.

You felt so exhausted, you didn’t have any dreams on that state you were suspended in of pure nothingness. You just couldn’t feel anything, any emotions or any kind of pain were simply devoided from your already broken mind.

You woke up alone, when you tried sitting down on the bed you yelped in pain, when you tried to massage the sore region you found it to be even more painful, you curled upon yourself, breathing slow and deep in an attempt to stand up with the little strength you had. Memories from yesterday flooded your mind. Little bit of sunlight entered through the closed window, you looked outside, you weren’t were you used to be. You focused your eyes, only finding a dim sky, cloudy and dull. You sighed, there wasn’t the small patio in the back of the house as before. Instead a plain of grass and a couple of trees standing in the way of your eyesight.

You stood up, staring at the outside trying to figure out where the hell were you. You jumped in surprise when you heard someone open the door of the room.

“Hey, dove” the blonde smiled “I see you like the view” he says with a soft voice, he brings you a glass of water, your throat feels raw as you thank him. 

“Where are we?” you ask.

“Far away” he responds

Dabi enters the room shortly after, his eyes reflect pain and guilt but you don’t comment on it. 

“I want- I want to take a shower please” you say, expecting them to lead you to the bathroom “No can do, doll” Dabi answers “it will hurt badly, in about a week or so you’ll be able to, but for now you should wait” he kisses your hand, making you blush.

“Is it because-”

“Yes” he seems to not want to talk about it, you don’t insist “you’re gonna be here from now on” he states “just can’t risk you running away again” his voice lowers by the moment.

You don’t know what to say, its not like you would try to run away again, after that “I understand” you respond. Hawks smiles at this, at least you understand the situation and won’t do anything stupid.

Like yesterday.

He doesn’t even want to remember it, he feels cruel, he feels like a bad person. It must hurt, your skin was branded and carved with both of their names. But it was worth it, now you’ll never be able to escape, not without a mark of who you belong to.

Them.

Forever.

I hope you enjoy this, darling

Have a great day/night

Chapter 8: What's Mine You Cannot Have

SUMMARY: Denial is not just a river in Egypt as they say, but two stubborn people can sure try and deny themselves as best they can. Makes it even easier when you add an extra player to the game. But what happens when one of the players didn't know the rules had changed? And what will they do to make it back in their favor?

WORD COUNT: 5.3 k

WARNINGS: smut, love triangle, snark, explicitly language, mentions of smut, adult themes, unhealthy relationships

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Juicy, juicy claiming happening here and I love it! As always, if you wish to be added to the tag list let me know! And happy reading 😈😈

PART 7:

Heavy breathing filled the walls of the gym as in a collective you and Bucky clung to each other, an entirely new creature created from your union, taking a moment to catch your breaths. You could feel your pulse match his in perfect unison, slowing your heart rate ever so subtly with each inhale and exhale until you both were able to relax and the wave of pleasure subsided. Bucky finally released you from his grip after another minute or so and carefully set your feet back down onto the ground. 

This was Buck, the man you’d had sex with consistently plenty of times and that meant he knew your body and what it took to get you to reach that little death and you did, but something about it wasn’t how you remembered it to be not even that long ago. It must have been written all over your face because the moment Bucky looked into it, his brow furrowed in concern. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked, searching your eyes for a hint.

You bit your lips, not wanting to say anything until you yourself had figure out the answer to that question, but it looked like Buck wasn’t going to let it go. “It- it’s nothing,” you said with a shake of your head for emphasis. 

Silence permeated the room as you stood naked and still. “I don’t think it’s nothing, doll,” he pushed gently.

What the hell were you supposed to say? That this wasn’t what you thought it would be? That even though you had wanted to sleep with him, that the only thing you could think about was someone you said you hated? He felt the same as he always had, he possessed that familiar feeling and comfort you enjoyed before, but it wasn’t the fucking same. You could have said it and you had every right to, but you realized you actually cared that speaking that shit aloud could crush him. 

Quietly, you both pulled back on your clothing and once everything was back on the way he had it, Bucky went and sat himself down on the nearest piece of exercise equipment as you finished your dressing. His eyes tracked your movements and you could feel his gaze on you even though you did not look back up at him; the silent tension was beginning to fill the room like a heavy fog and you knew one of you would eventually have to say something. When you hesitantly looked back up at him after putting it off for as long as humanly possible, there was something behind those piercing blue eyes that reminded you of when you first met.

“Don’t, Buck,” you warned with a tilt of your head. 

“Don’t what?” Bucky asked so gently it made your heart sting.

Shaking your head, you locked eyes. “You know damn well what I’m talking about,” you threatened with a severe lack of conviction that made your skin crawl. “I meant what I said.”

Bucky didn’t let up though, looking on you like you were a fucking Rembrandt. “I know, I know, I just- I just want to look at you, that’s all.”

You ran your fingers through your hair, straightening it so that you could retie it up into the ponytail that you had before all this started. “Well, get a good hard look because once I’m done with this, the only part of me you are gonna see is my ass promptly walking the other way.”

Your hands were still in your hair as you watched him get up from his seat and move back in closer towards you. The was something on his lips: a question, a statement, another damned confession; you didn’t rightly know, but you were sure it was not going to end well whatever it was.

“You know, I meant what I said too,” he breathed, his hands flitting across your hips. “I know they are just some words and that means jack shit after everything, but I… need you to know that I am sorry… for all of it.” 

“Stop…saying that, alright?” your voice quavered slightly. “You’re just repeating yourself and you know how much I hate that.”

Bucky wanted to say it, just come right out with the truth of it that he wanted you back, but something stayed his tongue. The damage had already been done, but he could admit it now that he had been afraid not because you had things inside of you that were still broken, but that he wasn’t strong enough to walk beside you as you conquered them. That weakness that had been inside of him now screamed at him to get his redemption and goddammit he wanted to prove that he could be the man you needed him to be… if only just to show how truly remorseful he really was.

That wasn’t the only obstacle that stood in his way of begging for you back; the other would be returning to the compound in a few days and he truly wondered if put side by side, which would you chose? When this whole shitshow started, it was painfully obvious even to Bucky that you were out for attention, his attention, and it did work like a charm. However, at some point it became less clear where the acting ended and reality began. That was ultimately what kept him quiet; he may have deserved to look the fool, confessing things that you didn’t reciprocate, but he didn’t want any part of that and so he would wait and see how Loki’s homecoming would go.   

There was too much silence as you watched your ex get lost in his thoughts and you had to break that fucking unbearable quiet. “Listen, Buck,” you said with a clearing of your throat, “you were right earlier when you said we are like fire and gasoline. When it’s good, it’s really fucking good between us, but when it’s bad, it’s out of control and damn near destructive. I mean, just look at how we ended things; we could barely stand to be in the same room together without screaming. Do you think that’s healthy?”

It was Bucky’s turn to shake his head. “No, I know…” his voice trailed off at the end as his calculated how best to say this. “… but people can change you know. I’ve seen it, you’ve seen it. Just because something was one way doesn’t mean it stays like that, you know?”

Bucky stayed quiet after that for a while, leaving you to your thoughts. You hadn’t expected him to be this way, but nothing about your relationships ever went according to what you expected. Watching him closely, scrutinizing his body language, you wondered what he could be thinking about. Finally, he broke the silence this time. 

“What if things were different? What if things could change?” he hypothesized. “What would you do then?”

You didn’t know how to respond, the questions caught you so goddamn unprepared. “I don’t know, Buck,” you answered honestly as you shook your head. “I can’t exist on a fucking wish. How in the hell could I ever trust that things wouldn’t go right back once times got hard again? I know you, I know you just as well as I know myself, and we are the type of people that don’t just change like that.” You snapped your fingers for emphasis. 

“You have no idea what I’m capable of when it comes to you,” Bucky said tenderly. “I could do so much and just for you. Would Loki say the same?”

Here he was bringing up that shit again, as if your mind wasn’t already in chaos, but sure might as well add some more. This wasn’t nearly complicated enough. Still, you were never going to tell him that; no, you’d keep the status quo if it killed you. “Doesn’t matter,” you shook your head, “we aren’t talking about him, we are talking about you. Loki and I have nothing going on that doesn’t involve our genitals. Stop deflecting and tell me I’m right.”

A gentle hand cupped your cheek, holding it delicately against the cool metal of his bionic arm. So much destruction had come from that appendage, so much pain, but you had made it feel like a part of him again and he never forgot that you made sure he knew you were never afraid. His eyes sparkled something fierce as he gazed back down into your own.

“This time, babygirl,” he whispered, “you really are wrong.”

And before your lips could meet another time, he released your face and swiftly made his way towards the doors of the gym and slipped off into the confines of the compound, leaving you speechless and figuratively spinning with confusion. Your mind was grasping for anything to pull you out of this and the last thought you had before grabbing your things and nearly sprinting out of there was wondering if Loki was having the same shit time that you were.

And what you could not know was that he undoubtedly was.

“I cannot believe you brother.”

From out of the nothingness of dreamless sleep, Loki felt the icy cold splash of water hitting him directly in the face and taking his breath away. Instantly he sat up off his place upon the carpeted floor, sputtering and coughing before immediately grabbing his head from the immense, sharp, stabbing pain; it felt like it would explode from the way his temples pounded violently. He blinked several times as he worked to get his eyes to adjust to the piercing bright light flooding his eyesight, not knowing where he was or what was happening, but finally he was able to focus on the hulking figure that stood before him.

“What was that for?” Loki asked with indignation, wiping the liquid from his face with a heavy hand. How dare he be awaken in such a violent way. 

Thor didn’t move from his spot, simply crossing his arms as he glared down at the heap of his brother still sprawled across the ground like a wet dishtowel discarded. “Do you know what the time is?” he questioned back loud enough to make Loki’s ears ring. “I’ve been trying to wake you for hours.”

“Well, could you possibly do it a little more quietly?” he snarled back. “My head feels like I’ve taken a beating straight to the temples.”

Moving to the side table closest to him, Thor set the large glass cup he had used to wake his brother down with a thud, not caring if it hurt to hear or not. “From the talk buzzing about, you seemingly had drunk enough to empty the bar last night, so I am not surprised,” he admonished. 

Loki rolled over until he was on his hands and knees in an attempt to get to his feet, but he was going to have to take this slow as the turning of his stomach wasn’t helping. He tried his hardest to remember what it is that happened after he had left the house, but his head still throbbed and made it almost impossible to think. “Since when do you care about my extracurricular activities?” he shot back.

A strong grip was in Loki’s armpit before Thor yanked him to his feet. He had to cling to his brother a moment so that the room would stop spinning so damned fast. “Since you seemed to go on a drunken tirade through the middle of town and now we are both in trouble, that is when,” Thor returned. 

Once the room became still again in his sight, Loki’s blurred vision caught another figure in the room with them, except this one was topless and still asleep in his bed. Whincing as if it physically hurt to remember, his memory slowly returned itself back to him in pieces: a rundown bar, a decently attractive woman, too much liquor, and possibly something to do with the releasing of livestock. His heart dropped into his feet, taking his stomach with it until he had to dry heave a moment. 

Calming himself, he turned his head back to Thor. “What did I do?” he asked, defeated. 

“Oh, just general mayhem and chaos as per usual for you,” Thor

 chuckled while dragging the heap of brother towards the bathroom located in his room. “But I’ve been gracious enough to pull a few strings so that with some minor community service, all will be forgiven.”

Why did that not bring him the same joy to hear as it once did? Even though he could not entirely tell up from down right now, why did he feel a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that wasn’t from the current bout of nausea?  

Thor began to move at the behest of his brother, walking them both towards the bathroom. “Come, let’s get you cleaned up so that we can get this over with,” he said as he gently pushed a wobbling mischief-maker to the door frame before his attention was back to the interior of the room and particularly the bed. “And what shall I do with the woman still asleep? Care to say your goodbyes?” 

Loki gritted his teeth as he clung to the frame for stability. “Get her out of here however you must, I do not wish to see her again if I may help it,” he demanded and quickly made his way inside, slamming the door with a thud before moving to switch on the shower to flood the meager room with sound.  

His hands touched the cool stone countertop around the sink and as he did he looked up. The large mirror situated on the wall behind the sink glared back

 unflinchingly, showing him the reality of his debauchery last night and how ghastly it made him. Loki was quite the mess: hair in tangled disarray, eyes puffy with purple bags, his skin incredibly pale; he was a far cry away from the put together debonair that he usually presented him as and yet all of that did not matter to him in the slightest. 

Even through his poorly state he could still feel that tightness in his chest and realized that nothing he did had helped at all in removing the thought of you. Seeing the naked back of that woman in his bed, her hair the same color as yours, he was taken right back to that feeling of wishing you were there. It was such an overwhelming feeling that struck his heart of his wish that it were you that he had pleasured the night before  and if it had not been for Thor’s insistence on getting him moving, he might have fainted just from the intensity of it all. 

He slammed his fists hard on the countertop, hoping the physical pain would numb everything else, but it did little. “Dammit,” he muttered quietly under his breath. “I truly am royally fucked.”

Looking back up into the mirror, he caught his own eyes staring back at him in his reflection and he could see the answer plan as day written in his gaze. Though he wanted to yell at himself until his mind was somehow altered, that wouldn’t do him any good. This had happened very rarely in his life, but when it did it was a monumental bitch to stomp out.

“Why her?” he asked his reflection. “Why me?”

His countenance in the mirror had no more answers to give him than he knew and so he hung his head in resignation, taking a deep, drawn out breath before removing his stinking garb and hopping into the steaming abyss of the shower. At least his outward appearance could be returned to its glory while the turmoil bubbled away inside.

It actually worked in his favor to be in a bit of hot water, for the time seemed to pass even faster as he was made to clean up the bar he nearly destroyed with his drunken antics, repair the damage done by his little freedom run with a pack of nearby cow and sheep, and personally make amends for his transgressions. In fact, it took nearly the rest of the week and by the time everything was finished Valkyrie had returned and the brothers were set to depart for home.

That morning as they awoke and packed their things for their departure, Thor could not help but notice that there was a little more pep in his brother’s movements. Not happy, mind you, just noticeable enough to have attention drawn to it. Even the way Loki made his way outside so that Thor could transport them back to the compound seemed almost… excited. 

“Only a week we’ve been away and yet here you are chomping at the bit to get back. Any particular reason?” Thor picked as he shoved him playfully.

Loki shot him a look as a warning. “I don’t know what you are talking about,” he dismissed him. “just ready to be rid of these people and back to my normal solitude.”

“Oh really?” Thor said as he shrugged. “Must be my imagination then.”

“I’m glad you can admit your faults,” Loki retorted, slowing his pace to be more nonchalant, standing still next to Thor who took them back as he chuckled quietly to himself. 

As soon as Loki entered the compound, he could tell that something in the air was different; it wasn’t the same place as he had left it and it made him strangely nervous. He had hoped you would be waiting for his return, but you were nowhere to be found and it disappointed him, though he shook it off as his subconscious being silly. 

Even as he went about his tasks of unpacking his things and reorganizing his life back into normality, he could not shake that something had happened here that would not be to his benefit. It truly ate at him in the back of his mind, like the dark clouds that unroll themselves upon the skies just before it rains, and he sat in that grim mood while his drawers were refilled this his clothing and as he stepped into his bathroom to replace his toiletries in the proper places. 

It was then that he heard the unmistakable sound of his door being opened and closed with a quickness as someone hurriedly moving inside his room. He could already feel the presence even before his eyes laid upon the person and as he popped his head around the door frame instantly he was met with the suspected culprit: you, in the flesh.

The moment you both locked eyes with one another he was already on the move, his arms bracing themselves around your waist, shoving you until you were pinned to the wall as his mouth hungrily recaptured your own. Fuck, he had been starved of you for far too long and the desperate, aggressive kisses currently assaulting your lips one after the other were completely evident of that. 

“What, they don’t have any whores for you to mess around with out in New Asgard?” you questioned breathlessly through breaks in embraces. “Couldn’t even get your dick wet? Seems like you missed me.”

Loki answered your question with even more aggression, his hand wrenching your thigh up towards his hip as if to wrap around him, those greedy fingertips digging themselves into the meat as he thrust slow and deep against your clothed cunt. “Stop. Talking.” he growled with that malice that made you tremble.

As his mouth re-locked itself with yours, his strong arms picked you up and dragged you over towards the bed where he set you down; a reunion like this was bound to take some time and he wanted you sprawled out like a platter ready for him to dine upon. As he set you down on the surface, he threw off his shirt before ripping your clothes from you and spreading you open with his hands.

Loki’s face descended between your legs, placing burning hot kisses along the inner part of your thigh, and fuck did it feel good. And yet even as the ecstasy of his touch sent you spiraling down the paths of pleasure, you could not shake the nagging part in the back of your mind that whispered to tell him what happened while he was gone.  

It was eating at the back of your mind, burrowing its way into the moment to not allow you a second of peace, and even as his mouth placed fluttery kiss along your abdomen, you knew that if you didn’t say something this would not end with either of you satisfied.

“Wait, wait, wait,” you said as you pulled back from him and sat up a little. “Just hang on a goddamn minute.”

Loki was still pawing at your torso to pull you back down, his desperation to taste you at its peak. “There are things that cannot wait now, darling,” he moaned, but you did not give him the chance to dive back in, placing your hands on his shoulders to push him off. That feeling of dread that had evaporated once he was on you can flooding right back as you stopped something that you never had before.

You took a deep breath. “Look, there is something you need to know I guess,” you began unsure of what the fuck you wanted to say, “something that happened while you were on your little guys trip.”

He did not even make some half-assed quip back, only staring back silent as the grave and so you continued. “It’s nothing, I really don’t even know why the hell I decided to bring it up, but… okay, look, there was a day when the compound was pretty empty. I was bored out of my damn mind and thought why not get an extra workout in, tire myself out so my fingers could have a rest. Bucky found me and we fucking went at each other, screaming and fighting through all the shit we wanted to say to each other when we broke up.”

“Stop stalling and get to the point,” Loki injected with agitation as he sat on edge. 

Your eyes still clung to his face, but it was now as if you were looking past him rather than at him. “Alright, shit,” you cursed him. “We ended up screwing, okay? It meant nothing, it means nothing, and I've been avoiding him like the fucking plague, but I thought you’d… want to know.”

The words sounded nice, but Loki did not fully believe them. That was not his biggest problem though; half-truths paled in comparison to what he felt the instant those words slipped from your lips. He did not feel anger for what you did, you could fuck who you pleased as there was no agreement to be exclusive; no, he was angry that he had just been made to feel as if you were being taken from him and that was something he simply could not stand. 

He realized in that moment what he knew all throughout the last week and that was that although he did not know where his heart truly lay with you, you were his and no one was going to take that away.

Loki’s brain was on autopilot as he stood up stoically from the bed and grabbed his clothes in bawled fists, redressing as fast as his arms could propel him. All the while you could only stay laying naked on his bed, silent and wide-eyed as you wondered what he was about to do.

“Stay here and wait as you are, do you hear me?” he ordered with a sternness you had never seen from him before; this wasn’t his usual pompous orders that ultimately were harmless and something in his tone kept you quiet and obedient. With purposeful footsteps he crossed the room in no time and threw open the door.

“This will not take long,” he muttered to the wind as he slammed it shut behind him.

Loki stalked through the halls a man on a mission and it just so happened that luck was on his side today. Down corridors he made his way, checking common areas first for the object of his anger: common room, kitchen, gym, but they all came up empty. And yet just as he stepped back out into the hallway, what should he hear but heavy footfalls, those same ones that he indeed knew well. At that moment, who should be coming around the corner as Loki approached except the person he was hunting: Barnes. 

Their eyes clocked one another only a second as Bucky nearly stepped into him, before the metal armed ex assassin turned on his heels and bolted in the direction he just came from as if he could get away from the wrath of a god so easily. Not today you fucking silly boy; he would have to learn that when you played with fire, you were most assuredly going to get burned. This was now a matter of pride: you belonged to Loki and him alone and he would not let that go without a fight. 

“Barnes,” Loki yelled after him loudly as he took off in hot pursuit.

Bucky didn’t stop or even turn around, thinking that if he just kept going he could dodge the Asgardian by simply not stopping until he got back to his room, but those heavy, irate footsteps just kept getting closer. Fuck he thought as he realized that he had been got and there was no escape.

“BARNES!!” Loki yelled his name with such rage this time that vibrated the plaster in the hall as he leapt forward to grab Bucky by the arm, using his immense strength to shove him face first into the wall and keeping him pinned at his mercy.

Bucky fought back against his accuser, but it was no use; not even super soldier strength could compare to the rage-fueled strength of a god. “Listen, I have nothing to say to you,” Bucky grumbled loudly, but Loki wasn’t having it and spun him around until his back was against the wall now so that he could press down hard with his arm on his windpipe to stop him from speaking.

“No, do not lie to me, boy. You think you are so slick?” Loki snarled. “Waiting until I am not around to make your move? Can’t get her absolutely anyone is near so you act the coward and do your bidding in the shadows, having to isolate her to even have a modicum of a chance? You pathetic, degenerate, waste of organic matter.”

What could Bucky do now that Loki had him right where he wanted him? He could fight back and god knew he wanted to, however he also knew he didn’t have the upper hand and at this point he would probably only hurt himself more trying to get out from under Loki’s arm then actually doing anything to harm him. And so stuck between a rock and a hard place, Bucky just stood quiet.

The tirade Loki had started was far from over and he took the silence of his captive to continue the words that had already begun to spill out. Leaning in closer to his face, Loki did not shift his gaze even slightly. “You think you can just step in and replace me?” he growled, eyes darkening with hatred. “Clearly, you do not know who you are dealing with if you think you can simply step back in and take whatever you wish. You are not even in the realm of being that good and I am not going to just sit by and allow it to happen, so do not try and test me further.”

“Hey, back off Count Dracula,” Bucky squirmed in his grasp, working against the pressure at his throat to speak finally. “Besides, what the fuck do you care anyway? You don’t seem the type to involve yourself this much with anyone, so why the hostility? Just sad you lost your cum toy?”

Loki tightened the pressure on his throat threateningly. “You think much of yourself, Man Out of Time,” intimidation dripping in his tone, “but even with your ‘enhancements’ you cannot hold a candle to what I have to offer and she knows as much. A pity fuck for old time’s sake does not mean anything. A temporary moment of weakness because she felt sorry for you, I am sure of it.”

“You wish,” Bucky sneered, and Loki swore he would wipe that smug look off that face if it was the last thing he did today. “We have history together and that’s something you cannot come in between. I know I fucked up, but that doesn’t change that the feelings we built together are still there. I know her better than you ever will.”

“Is that so?” Loki questioned, the fires of rage burning in his sight. He had not expected Barnes to put up so much of a fight, but he should not have been surprised. Was this all a ploy to get you back so that you would no longer be fraternizing with the enemy or did he really still have feelings strong enough for you to fight to win you back? Perhaps it was a little of both, but ultimately the reason did not matter to Loki; all he knew was that he would not allow Bucky to come between him and what was his.

Bucky chuckled. “She may enjoy being in your bed, but I’m the one who knows her secrets, who knows her heart, who held her as she tried to put the pieces back together. What you have to offer is fleeting at best and soon she will see it for what it is; hate fucking a man she doesn’t even like will get old sooner rather than later.”

Loki looked back up into the eyes of the man he was now in clear competition with and stood up to his full height in intimidation. “Stay away from her, do you understand me? You had your chance and you wasted it, not my fault she chose to upgrade. She is with me now, end of discussion. I will not give you another warning so I suggest you heed this one well before you truly get hurt.”

Bucky looked away a moment, chuckling to himself as he shook his head. “You wouldn’t dare,” he challenged. 

Licking his lips to steady his voice, Loki met his challenge head on. “You think me incapable? I have no qualms about burning this all to the ground to get what I want.”

His words sent a shiver down Bucky’s spine, but he could not let the god sense fear in him. “Scared that I’ll win this little game were involved in? Scared I may actually have a chance against the great and powerful God of Mischief?” he asked in response. “Good because you should be, why else would you threaten me like that? We’ll let her decide what she wants and when it isn’t you, you won’t be able to stop me from throwing it in your face.”

“NO,” Loki boldly yelled. “She made her decision when she acquired me to satisfy her every desire after leaving you far behind. In other words, metal man, she is mine and I will not be sharing with the likes of you.”

The anger with which Bucky had been confronted had forced his hand; he was in this now, whatever the outcome was because he was not about to be told what to do. “Bud, if you even think I am going to back off now, you have another thing coming. She may be technically with you… for now… but I am willing to fight tooth and nail for her. Can you say the same?” 

Loki stood silent as the grave, done with Bucky and this conversation, before releasing the man with a parting shove to the throat for good measure. Bucky straightened himself up, turning back to him once he had finished. “Let the games begin,” he said under his breath before giving him a devilish smirk, stepping off and walking away without another glance back.

PART 9:

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