Confused thinking

you didn't see it, but paul and seth exchanged mutual looks of concern as they tried to figure out how to best help you. both knew you had migraines but neither had ever actually been with you when you had one.

lucky for you though, seth happened to pay attention to what you told him about your migraines and remembered you had medication and that ice helped.

"can you grab her medicine from the cabinet?" seth whispered to paul, the noise eliciting another whine from you as you clenched your eyes shut, "i think it's called sumatriptan or something," he added, voice barely above a murmur as paul got up and headed into the bathroom to grab your medicine.

sure enough, he came back a moment later, handing the pill to seth, "pretty girl," seth murmured, gently running his hand up and down your arm soothingly, "can you take this for me? paul is gonna go get you your ice pack too," he asked softly, both boys letting out a sigh of relief when you blindly reached up for the pill, grabbing it and taking a sip from your water bottle before swallowing it.

as soon as you swallowed the pill, you were tugging seth down so he could lay with you. he was quick to comply, allowing you to curl into his chest and bury your face in the crook of his arm to help with the throbbing in your head.

Cardinal Copia, on all fours, crawls further under the stone bench just off one of the corridors which frames the courtyard. A rather large bush sits behind it, roots and branches tangled and creating a barrier. He pushes and reaches, cursing to himself as his biretta scrapes against the underside of the stone. Why didn’t he take it off? His cassock covered bottom hangs out into the hallway, shimmying this way and that as he attempts to crawl deeper.

“Can I help you, Cardinal?”

Clunk. 

A loud groan followed by a string of Italian curses. His back hits the bench with the full force of his scare. If the burning pain right by his shoulder is any indication he chafed his skin on the rough stone pretty badly, most likely ruining the fabric of his cassock in the process. In an attempt to free himself, his head hits a particularly unyielding branch and a few of his hairs get stuck among the sticks. As he wriggles free, another branch snaps against his face, barely missing his eye as it bites into his cheekbone like a whip. The stinging pain makes him hiss and a spiky leaf uses the opportunity to find its way into his open mouth.

Vaguely aware that someone is still standing behind him, watching all of this unfold, Copia’s face turns the same crimson shade as his vestments. And of course he knows the voice, he’s been imagining, hoping to hear it every second of every day for the last two months. Only he prays to Satan that he is wrong. This cannot be the time his crush approaches him, not like this.

“Cardinal, are you okay?”

Undoubtedly, it is your voice.

Oh no. How long have you been standing there behind him with his butt wobbling in full view? Watching his embarrassing attempt at retrieving the little love note he was writing for you, asking you out on a date, before a gust of wind betrayed him?

Copia crawls out from underneath the stone bench, ready to face his shame with all the dignity he can muster. To his surprise, he feels a hand on his shoulder and you crouch down right beside him, gazing upon him in such genuine concern, not even the hint of a gloating smile on your worry-ridden face. Copia can’t believe you’re not rolling on the floor in laughter at his skit-worthy performance. What a fool he must make! But you only help him up, grasping his elbow as his knees start shaking dangerously and sitting down beside him on the bench. Your hand never leaves his arm, a gentle sort of grip that lets him know you’re not ready to let go until you know he’s well. The pressure is comforting, your fingertips dig into the tense muscles of his forearm.

Impossibly close to you, Copia’s heart now hammers in his chest, his face still hot and burning, but he cannot bring himself to meet your eyes again. Another light breeze carries your perfume to his nose and his stomach does a summersault.

“Cardinal?” Your voice is laced with anxiety. “Cardinal, you’re bleeding.”

That captures his attention and when he finally looks at you again, you’re already fiddling for a tissue.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” 

It’s his own voice speaking, undoubtedly, only he doesn’t recognise it. His words are a lie, his back hurts like hell and the burning pain in his cheek isn’t pleasant either. Lucky for him, you’re having none of his feeble attempt at appeasement.

“We need to go and clean your scrape, Cardinal,” you state in full-nurse mode, wiping his cheek so softly he’s barely even feeling it. You’re so close to him he’s sure he can feel your breath tickling his nose. “Cardinal, are you in shock?”

“Hm?”

Copia simply cannot take his eyes off of you and his brain has long since said goodbye to any sort of rational thinking. Oh, how often has he thought of this beautiful face, dreamed about having it within such a comfortable kissing distance.

Then, your voice again. “Cardinal, what did you lose?”

What…

He remembers. Oh, he remembers and the sudden influx of panic ends his reverie.

“Oh, nothing, nothing,” he replies. “It doesn’t matter, sibling, really.”

“I’ll see if I can get it.”

And before he can stop you, you’re crawling under the small bench, right between his slightly parted legs, pushing them apart further. Oh Satan, he’s sure he’s going to have a heart attack any moment now. Your attempt is much more graceful than his, though, and a terrifying minute later (that he does not spend staring at your backside at all) you come back to the surface.

“I got it!” You sound triumphant and the smile on your face makes him forget about the contents on the now crumpled piece of paper until your eyes dart down, undoubtedly catching your own name written in his best cursive. “Oh.”

He wants to rip the scrap from your hands but his muscles make no attempt at moving, no matter how often his panic-struck mind tells them to. Instead he stares at you in horror as you read the words.

Dearest Sibling (Y/N),

Your eyes sparkle like the stars in the depths of the night sky and your smile shines brighter than the full moon. I wish to see it for longer than just a few seconds every day. Please, will you go on a date with me?

☐ Yes ☐ No ☐ Maybe

Yours in hopeful expectation Cardinal Copia

Your eyes finally glance up, then dart back to the page, then back to him. Your lips are so tightly pressed together that Copia simply knows you’re struggling to find the right words to reject him. Even in refusal your kindness is beyond measure, and his heart aches in the most bittersweet way.

“Where’s your pen?” you ask.

For a second, Copia struggles to comprehend. Pen. Right. He reaches into his pocket and retrieves the black-inked fountain pen, handing it to you with shaky fingers. Before he can drop it, your hand closes around the metal, your bare thumb brushing his gloved one. And then it’s gone again.

The cross is done in two swift strokes, though Copia cannot see where you placed it from his angle on the bench, and then you fold the paper neatly in the middle. Even now you look so tense and focused, and when you hand him back the note his anxiety is through the roof. He briefly considers not looking at your answer, half expects you to leave him sitting here anyway and let him die of a broken heart… or the infection he’ll possibly get from his cut.

“Cardinal, won’t you read my reply?” you ask, voice soft, the most subtle hint of a smile on your face.

Copia sighs deeply and unfolds the paper.

☒ Yes

His breath catches, the relief so overwhelming he lets out a shaky sob, running his finger over the cross that you so deliberately, so easily placed there. He swallows the tears, unsure where they even come from. When he finally looks back to you, your face has lit up and you seem to be just as ecstatic as he feels.

Copia jumps up to hug you, but a sudden pain shoots into his back and instead of a happy laugh he lets out a pained groan.

You’re by his side in an instant, wrapping a protective arm around his waist as you tenderly cradle his face with your other hand, careful not to graze his cut cheek.

“Looks like our first date will take place in the infirmary,” you say, smiling in sympathy as you run your thumb over his jaw.

Copia shakes his head. “It may start there, but I have very different plans for how it will end.”

His words earn him a bright smile. When you lean in to kiss his unharmed cheek, he can feel his heart bursting in his chest. He already knows that this day will be worth all the cuts and bruises.

✦ ✧ ✦ 

thank you for reading ♡

Now, the cold weather set in, bundling everyone into cloaks and scarves. Fireplaces roar pleasantly in nearly every corner of the building, central heating not quite up to date within the charming, yet antiquated abbey. Even Papa's sermons have taken a yuletide turn, urging his flock to find warmth in the joys of giving and receiving over the winter months. Clothing optional.

However, with weather changes inevitably comes illness.

You open your eyes with a groan, swallowing thickly several times and taking stock of the burning in your throat. Reaching out a hand haphazardly, you fumble around for your bottle of water, leaning on your elbow as you chug the drink, your expression souring as you realize that yes, it is a sore throat. '

"You don't look well," your roommate chimes from her side of the room, glancing at you through the mirror she stands at as she adjusts her outfit for the day.

Habits are...optional. You have one, and wear it for mass, or various other Ministry dealings where necessary, but the entire point of your religion is freedom of expression. The Ministry may have many Catholic similarities, intentionally so, but they aren't quite so austere as Frankie's institution.

"I don't feel well," you respond, laying your head heavily on the pillow, feeling a cough tickle at the back of your throat that you try desperately to stifle, and fail.

"You've been coughing a little the last few days, did you take anything to help?"

"No, but I should have known better," you sigh. "My consequences."

Your roommate walks over to her bedside table, grabbing her phone. Her side of the room is an entire juxtaposition to yours, very neutral, minimalist. Yours is cluttered with Ghost posters, vinyl, books, and other odds and ends you find very important to keep. Let someone take your 90s troll doll from your cold, dead hands.

"I've got to go, but...feel better?" Your roommate says, making her way to the door. You wave at her without saying anything. Your relationship is friendly without the important aspect of an actual relationship. You sleep in the same room. It doesn't go much beyond that.

Lying in abject misery for several seconds, your eyes suddenly widen as you grip your phone, staring at the time on the screen. You're supposed to meet with the Cardinal today after novitiate classes. Ever since you've begun to spend time with him in the illustrious presence of the rat Portobello, you and Cardinal Copia have become quite close, and are growing ever closer. He is sweet, not merely in his personality, but his actions. He remembers things about you - a favorite drink, snack, film, something silly you mention off hand, and will often show up to your little meetings with a treat or a happy thought about your special interests that absolutely tickle you pink.

Copia likes to make puns, often leaving you in a fit of giggles from the absurd and sometimes vulgar things that come out of that man's mouth. And yet, everytime you laugh, that same look of wonderment passes over his features, as if he cannot possibly believe that you find his jokes funny. You often want to hug him in those moments, but physical touch begins and ends with an occasional touch of his gloved hand against yours or with the gentle way he enjoys escorting you around the abbey - his hand at the small of your back, ensuring no obstacles impede your steps.

Today, you offered to help him with a little organization work in his office. Copia has a computer, he can use it, and he has a phone, which he can also use despite texting as if he's never seen one, but when it comes to the more intricate workings of a Ministry attempting to hurtle into the 21st century, he has his difficulties.

"It's a generational thing," you had attempted to explain one evening. "Nothing to be ashamed of."

Copia had merely ducked his head, "Must I be so much older than you, cara mia?"

You had sat back, surprised and distressed by the mournful way he spoke, as if his age had any bearing on how you saw him. As if his age hindered the fluttering in your chest every single time he looked at you. You spent the rest of that evening trying to pull him out of his melancholy, to reassure him that his age merely allowed him to know and share with you a great many things you didn't, that you didn't mind your age gap at all. He had chuckled at that. But you knew he didn't believe you, or at least, didn't believe himself.

Hastily finding his name in your phone, Copia picks up on the second ring, his tone jovial as he greets you by name, the lilting way his accent wraps around the letters making you smile despite the unpleasant sting in your throat.

"I did not see you at breakfast," he continues happily. "I was surprised not to see a piccolo topo at the donut table, so I picked you up a few before they were all gone."

You thrill at the little nickname he gives you, knowing your penchant for sweets, and you sigh at his thoughtfulness that, unfortunately, transforms into a cough.

You can almost see Copia stop wherever he is walking, "Are you well?"

"Copia, I'm so sorry," you say, your voice rough. "I think I have a cold. I woke up feeling terrible."

"Oh no, do not apologize, cara," he clicks his tongue, a string of Italian escaping his lips. "I should have addressed that little cough of yours."

You almost laugh, "That's entirely my fault. I should have known it would turn into something."

"Have you taken anything?"

"I don't have any medicine here," you say, glancing around the room as if something would appear. You cough again, wincing, "My throat is pretty raw."

"Tesoro," Copia breathes into the phone. You're nearly alarmed with how upset he sounds, the endearment new as well. "You need to take something."

"I'll try to go down to see Matron, I just really don't want to get up right now."

"...are you alone?"

"Yes?" You furrow your brow at his anxious tone.

Copia breathes out slowly, "Your Cardinal will bring you something."

Click! The call ends. You pull the phone away from your face and stare at it incredulously, all at once surprised, panicked that he'll see you in this state, and completely, all consumingly flustered by "Your Cardinal." Jumping out of bed, you sway, your head fit to explode from a headache, and attempt to make yourself and your room presentable. What does he mean he's bringing you something!? You can hardly imagine Cardinal Copia in your small dormitory room as if you haven't been in his rooms a few times already.

"That's different," you mutter to yourself, throwing a discarded shirt previously on the floor in the hamper. It really wasn't any different, but you're sick, you aren't going to admit to shit.

Your urgency is unneeded as the dreaded knock on your door does not occur until nearly 30 minutes later. You slowly open the door, the squeak of the old wood perfect for your current mental state. Copia stands just beyond, dressed in his black cassock, a paper bag in one hand, thermas peaking out, and Portobello's small cage in the other.

"Hello, cara," Copia says in that small voice that is simultaneously high-pitched and deep in his throat. He shifts on his feet, lips parted slightly as he gazes at you, eyes trailing over your features as if he's analyzing you for visible injuries.

"Copia," you sigh his name, voice weak. "You brought our baby!"

Your enthusiasm sends you into another coughing fit, and you hastily back away and cover your mouth, your throat positively punishing you for it. You glance up at him sheepishly after, whispering a quiet apology. Copia looks around in a panic for a moment before finding a place to carefully lay Portobello's cage down, placing the bag near it.

Copia holds his hands up, index fingers pointed up as he shakes his head, "No, no! No apologizing, cara, huh? You are sick. And you should be in bed," he gestures to your bed as if he's waving you off. "Go on, or you will not get to see our child."

You nearly scramble to your bed and flop down, hearing him chuckle behind you as he bends down to rummage through the bag he brought.

"How did you know which bed was mine?" You can't help but ask.

Copia merely tilts his head up at you and raises a brow, "I know you." He leans back down, letting out a hum, "Also I very much doubt your roommate would have a poster of me."

You feel your stomach drop out from under you as you turn with a deadpan expression to stare at the tour poster on your wall.

"Would you like me to sign it?" Copia snickers, standing back up.

"Don't perceive me," you groan. "I am ill."

You lay back and pull the covers over your face, blushing furiously at the Cardinal's soft laughter. He is entirely pleased, warmth spreading through his chest to combat the worry he feels over your sickness. You like his music. Copia is suddenly struck with a feeling of accomplishment and pride that he had yet to feel since taking over the Ghost Project. The standards set by the Papas is intimidating at best, the expectations often debilitating, but knowing you keep his image? Oh, amata mia.

You suddenly feel something heavy on your stomach and peak over the edge of your blanket to see Portobello sniffing at the covers, little noises escaping him as he explores. Copia pulls your desk chair very close to your bedside, using your end table as a makeshift work space as he places several water bottles, medicine, and thermas on the surface.

You snuggle Portobello close to your chest, gently stroking his head as you continue to blush up at the Cardinal who appears very focused on his task. You watch as he carefully extracts the medicine from the packet, opening a bottle of water before turning to you with a tut and a soft smile as he takes in the sight of you and Portobello.

"Come now, 'Bello, your mother must take her medicine," he murmurs, carefully exchanging the rat for your medicine and water.

You once, accidentally, heard Copia refer to himself as "Daddy" to his little charges, and to his immense mortification, you were delighted and ran like hell with it. Portobello was both your baby, so...

Taking your medicine, you glance curiously at the thermas, "What's in there?"

Copia blushes, "It is, uh, soup. Soup for you. Chicken noodle. It is good when you are sick, no?"

Placing Portobello back on your chest, who promptly began to snooze, Copia unscrews the cap and carefully deposits the steaming soup into it, pulling out a spoon from his bag. You take it gratefully, your fingers brushing the Cardinal's, his index finger reaching out to linger against the back of your hand before pulling away.

You take a sip, sighing happily. It tastes so good, and you'll take the burning against your throat for this anyday.

"Where did you get it?"

"I...made it."

You look up at Copia, spoon halfway to your lips. He isn't looking at you, rather at the wall, his fingers drumming quickly against his thigh.

"Copia," you smile. "Thank you for taking care of me."

He looks at you then, urgently, leaning forward, his brow furrowing as he places an inquisitive hand on your arm. You nod, and his grip tightens.

"I will always care for you," he whispers. He looks so vulnerable in this moment, his eyes shining with some unsaid emotion. You are both on a precipice, hands clasped, ready to fall. The only question is, will someone step first? Or will you fall together?

"I don't want to infect you," you giggle softly, freeing a hand to gently place yours over his.

With a twinkle in his eye, Copia flips his hand so it is firmly grasping yours. He is here, with you, the rat that set you both on this path sleeping between you, and that is bliss.

But as you cried there for him, you told him you were sorry, you begged him not to be upset with you, not to shame you for the pent up of insecurities you kept inside of yourself.

And he sat on his bed, back pushed up against pillows and blankets tucked against your side, he held you in his arms. He let you pour your heart out on his shoulders and cry to him. And he listened to every single word that spewed out of your mouth, looked for the finished syllables that wanted to start a sentence but were too scared to tell him, listened for the cracks of your voice in time to hold you closer to his body.

And you wept and wept and wept until he felt your stomach start to tense more, your cries turned silent as the tears became harder to get out, your body pushing and pushing at your energy, trying to knock it off it's podium. You were losing to the tears.

And at last, when your tears stopped running, and your body went limp and your lips stayed still, he kept you on him securely. Letting your body to fall into sleep, soon enough your breaths became steady and he felt your body droop against his. Though he didn't mind.

But waking up now, realizing what had happened, you turned your head on his chest, looking up to where his mask should've been. And there instead was a face, a face of someone you had never seen but felt so familiar with. The face gave you a sense of comfort, but confusion.

And in your hazy wake, it hit you. It hit you even harder with his head turned. Dewdrop looked at you with a smile on his lips.

"You look so much better without those bulky lenses covering my eyes," he grumbled. Though you had never heard his morning voice, you identified his voice with it's smooth accent.

You propped yourself up on your elbow, shuffling to sit up. Dewdrop made no effort to move, though he wore a small frown at your actions.

Sitting up and crossing your legs, you looked down at him, reaching a hand up and touching his face. It was smooth, a charcoal color that hypnotized you. He was certainly gorgeous, sharp features, blaring yellow eyes that you instantly adored, and his hair, it was long and soft and you could run your fingers through it forever.

Both hands now, held his face in your hands as you kept taking it all in, like this is the last time you'd see it. And maybe it was the last time, maybe this was an accident, but it was the best accident he could have made.

You met his eyes again and grinned, "You're gorgeous, Sodo."

"I don't know about gorgeous-"

"But you are!" you argued, caressing his face as he spoke.

He adverted his eyes down, a warmth spreading through the room.

•--•

~Rain~

The lake's crystal water ran smooth along your skin, removing the suffocating heat that made sweat run from every pore. It was exhausting being out in the heat, but you had nothing else to do and going for a run came to your mind in a stumble through boredom. You took extra clothes, dressing in a bathing suit under jogging shorts and a tank top.

Stepping outside had made you realize what a stupid idea this truly was. But the moment you were on the move, you let the world around you spin till it was hazy and all you could hear was the wind rushing through your ears. Your chest heaved with the constant need for oxygen, but you found that the fresh air served you better for exercising.

You had been told not to stray too far from the ministry, so you stayed on a trail in the woods behind it, watching for borders you weren't safe beyond and landmarks that addressed where you were.

Your stop came when you found it. The lake that you had heard about through the sisters that took this same path. It was clear, still water that held your reflection as you looked down at it. At the shallow end, you could easily see the bottom of the lake, but as your eyes trailed further, all you could see was fogged blue near the bottom.

You shed your tank-top and shorts, placing them on top of the string bag you had been lugging around, packed with a towel and water. You already felt much better without the extra clothes on your back, but it didn't deter you from your original quest.

You dipped your foot into the lake, feeling the cool water lap over your foot, sinking it in to your ankle. The sigh you let out was nothing but of total relief.

Though, you sucked your breath back in before you could even register that it was all out, hissing and dragging your body away from the lake. Splashing water around the lake, 5 feet from you was a soaking head, face covered by shoulder-length black hair. Horns sprouted from it's head, fading off it's charcoal skin.

Slender hands moved the soaked through hair from his face to reveal sharp features, a cut jawline with intense blue eyes. Unhuman. Mythical. Ghoul.

"Y/n?" the ghoul asked, eyes widening with some sort of fear you didn't think you could see on a face like that.

But you recognized the voice. You knew it from anywhere, could pick it out of a crowd of those masked. And you have. Many times before this very moment. You mouth made a small 'O' without your permission as you came to who you were staring at like two predator too scared of the other.

"Rain? Is that- Is that what you look like?" you asked, allowing your shoulders to relax in the sentence.

He choked on his words, making a hurt noise for a moment like he couldn't believe that he allowed himself to be caught in the daylight like this. But that was probably exactly what his reaction was. Guilt. Shock. What were you doing there watching him so naked like this. His face on display was supposed to be for nobody, but ended up on a plaque for you. One he couldn't tear himself off of.

"Yeah... yeah this is me..."

~Aether~

You pulled at Aether's chest. You knew the situation was dangerous, something you really should have stayed back from. It was your place to watch, and then help your friend afterwards, but you had an instinct, to protect the man you loved more than you'd ever tell him.

His teeth were barred at Dewdrop, claws out in defense and his slick-backed hair falling over his forehead like fallen yarn. He refused to struggle against your hold though, back pressed loosely against your chest.

"Just let it go, Dew, you hurt him!" You yelled at the opposing ghoul, one who had scratched a deep cut on Aether's shoulder. You dragged the large ghoul back.

Dewdrop knew once you had gotten in the middle of this that the fight couldn't go on; if he hurt you, his eyes wouldn't open tomorrow. So he only gave a growl, rolling his blaring, yellow eyes and slinking back into the hallway to escape into his room.

"Come on big guy, let's get you patched up."

A walk to the large room set up in a corner of the ministry held the infirmary, where nurses and a single doctor worked. You often helped around there, patching up wounds that humans had been given by the ghouls or treating ailments that skulked through the halls.

You sat down Aether on a loveseat near a desk, papers scattered across the white surface. You rummaged through a medicine cabinet, grabbing bandage wraps and disinfectant. Ripping a paper towel from it's roll, you kneeled in front of the ghoul, resting the wraps on the floor.

"Can you take off your tops please? I need to get to the cut," you asked, looking up into the emotionless lenses.

"I would have to take my mask off."

His voice seemed shaky at the idea, and you almost forgot he wasn't at all human. You stood up with all your supplies and made your way through the quiet infirmary till you reached the dividers, which you led Aether into and pulled closed.

You made sure every crease of open light was covered and every point he could be seen was gone. Listening for anyone else walking in, a silence spread. Good. You turned towards Aether.

"I won't look, I promise," you said, turning your head to look down. But Aether touched your face to hold your head up. With his other hand, he loosened the strings from the back of his mask and pulled it off slowly.

You could have never prepared yourself to see him.

~Mountain~

You felt your lungs suck up air like it was the only thing you knew. And the blood rushing through your body reinforced it. Your body gave out a chill as you allowed yourself to slow down, holding yourself up against a rough tree, the bark threatening to scratch your palms. The breaths left your throat left in cold puffs of air, immediately taking more in and feeding into the hunt.

But you held your breath the next inhale, listening.

The wind rustled the tree, slipping between thin branches and birds' nests. And the dangerously close crunching of leaves close behind rattled you.

You didn't move your head, allowing yourself a dead stillness before you were picked off your feet and pressed against the back of your lover.

Mountain laughed deep in your ears, falling back and turning you over. The sight of him shocked you though. His mask was welcoming, it had always been - his height and mask a tack of who he was. But this was a different ghoul. No. The same ghoul. But a different one.

"You... You're gorgeous..." you said, disbelief masking your voice.

You ran a hand over his face, his actual face, thumb dragging across his cheek, just right under green eyes. His eyelashes batted against your nail, speaking to you silently. This was his trust. Nothing less. He was giving you him; all of him.

~Swiss~

Swiss' hand loosely held yours as he backed from you, allowing you to spin slowly. He watched you with softened eyes, ones you couldn't at all see, but he felt his shoulders relax in your beauty.

When you pushed yourself back into him, he held your waist with a softness like no other, hand clasping yours as if you'd be gone the next moment.

"What's on your mind?" you asked, trying to find his gaze.

Swiss smiles wide, "You're the prettiest woman I've ever met. And you're so alive."

"And you are-"

"I'm what?" he smirked.

You blanked on a description. He was certainly pretty as well, from his mouth to his body to the way he held himself. But how could you make it make sense to him when you have never seen his face? You loved a man you'd never really seen. Now, that was true love, wasn't it?

"You have a beautiful personality," you finished with. That was the right thing to say. And it was true. It would always be true with your dear Swiss, a man who was rotten in no way other than the fact that he danced in the mirror for an hour a day. And that was just cute.

He kissed your forehead with soft lips, murmuring, "I can show you how beautiful I really am."

"Confident, are we?" you joked, smiling.

He let you go to play with the strings behind the leather of his mask, "Very."

•--•

However, some things remain as eternal as a subterranean river; revealing itself through cuts in the rock, and hidden, bubbling springs. Papa Emeritus he may be, but your Copia threads through him still. A precious vein of ore that can never be extracted. And for that you thank the Dark One.

No amount of authority will ever drive out the innate awkwardness that makes him so endearing. No amount of surgical reconstruction can ever change the two-tone gaze that contains such gentle warmth and kindness. 

And no amount of wardrobe changes could ever diminish the sinful majesty of Copia’s ass. 

It’s a sight you drink in greedily as you round one of the many towering stacks within the Ministry’s library to find the man himself, standing atop the rungs of one of the rolling ladders, browsing through the upper shelves. You lean against the bookcase, taking a moment to rake your gaze over the sinful swell of his backside – clad in the dark, wickedly skin-tight trousers of one of his more casual Papa suits. 

He's completely lost within his own little world – not an uncommon occurrence – and so it takes a low, appreciative whistle, (drawn from you by the way his glutes tighten and shift as he stretches for another book), for him to become aware of your presence.

His mute greeting to you is warm; a silent smile that creases the corners of his kohl-ringed eyes and pulls at the edge of his painted lips. There’s mirth there too, seeing as you make absolutely no attempt to hide exactly what part of him you’ve been admiring so openly.

It’s a throwback to how your relationship with Copia had first begun, after all. When the good Cardinal had caught you neglecting your studies in favour of peeking over the top of your book to ogle his crimson clad backside.

“Is there something I can help you with, Sister?” He’d spoken softly so as not to disturb the other scholars dotted throughout the library, “Perhaps I can recommend some new reading material to, ah, hold your attention a little better, hm?” 

And despite the dedicated academic within him – firm and sedate as an oak tree – there had also been a playful twinkle to his gaze that had given you the confidence to shoot your shot.

“My apologies, Cardinal. I was just admiring what’s on offer at the bakery today,” you’d smirked, matching his low volume but drizzling your tone in honey, “The cakes here always look so delicious… I just can’t help but stare.” 

You remember how furiously your heart had hammered in your throat as he’d stared silently into your eyes, holding your gaze for several fraught seconds that had felt like minutes. His expression entirely unreadable…

Until his moustache had quirked upwards; a fleeting smirk that fumbled the rhythm of your pulse and sent heat crawling up your neck. Because that’s another thing about Copia. Awkward and introverted as he is, he wields a hidden, inner dominance that can lash out whip-quick.

“Well, mia tortina… you will let me know if there is anything you wish to taste, sì?”

And how could you have refused an offer like that?

“Seems even a big promotion can’t tear you away from your sanctuary for very long,” you tease, fingertips brushing along cracked leather spines as you take a few steps deeper into the stacks towards your partner, “Nice to see you in here though… feels right.”

“Sì, I miss it,” the sighed statement is weighted with sad longing. He’s just as overworked now as as he had been as a Cardinal, thanks to Sister Imperator’s merciless governance. But at least back then he had the small mercy of being able to disappear between the labyrinthine stacks and leather-bound tomes of his beloved library. No such luxury is afforded him now, with all eyes on the newest Papa Emeritus.

“I wish I could spend more time… Allora, I am only looking for a particular book for Mass tonight. There is a passage I am keen to share.”

“Can I help?”

“Grazie mille, but I am certain it is here somewhere,” he declines with a small, polite tilt of his head, before turning his attention back to the row of spines he was in the midst of examining.

You smile to yourself. Soft-spoken manners and dedicated focus – two more of Copia’s qualities that haven’t changed in the least.

His schedule is so demanding these days, often taking him away from the Ministry for weeks at a time, and so any stolen moment together is precious. Your presence doesn’t appear to be disrupting his work, and so you sidle closer, coming to a stop at the foot of the ladder he’s standing on. 

Perfectly eye level with his devilish derrière. 

Your private smile sharpens.

A quick glance to your left and right confirms that you’re alone, and so you alight your hands on his calves, smoothing your palms slowly up the tightly toned length of his legs.

A vague hum sounds from above – an acknowledgement of your touch despite being wholly occupied with his books. Not that his distraction bothers you; this is more for your own enjoyment than his.

You reach the swell of his backside and take a moment to cup his perfect cheeks, the heels of your hands fitting nicely in the dip where thighs meet buttock, lifting their softly sculpted weight.

Another preoccupied hum floats down the ladder rungs as you proceed with your indulgent massage; squeezing and kneading his gorgeous tush to your heart’s content. Enjoying the way your fingers sink into his muscled flesh. Relishing the body heat that warms your palms even through the barrier of his (downright evil ) trousers. Lust, gluttony, and sloth all in one fell swoop. Won’t He be pleased.

Your eyes glaze over, entranced by the doughy squash of Copia’s buttocks yielding beneath your ministrations. So pliant . Supple but strong; toned. Flawlessly formed. A perfect peach that’s good enough to—

“Aíta!” 

Copia’s high-pitched yelp shatters the peaceful silence within the stacks, and he lurches forward, flattening himself against the ladder and white-knuckling the stiles.

"Mi attaccano!” He peers down over his shoulder at you in shocked, wide-eyed offence, “Mordicchio. You bite your Papa?!”

You grin up at him, smoothing your palms over his ass once more, taking extra care to swipe your thumb affectionately over the spot you just pinched between your teeth, “You ever see a piece of fruit so plump and juicy that you just can’t help yourself?”

“Fruit? No. Tortellini? Sì.”

“Tortellini then,” you chuckle, leaning forward to nuzzle the un-bitten buttock, like a gardener touching a vine fresh tomato to their nose, appreciating it’s savoury plumpness—

“Ach-hah!—Mi amore,” he huffs an exasperated laugh, jerking reflexively out of range of your teeth, “Dolce tortina. It is hard for me to focus on my search with you nibbling on my ass.”

This time instead of soothing the sting of your bite with your thumb, you do so with a brush of your lips over dark fabric. Your hands slide to his hips, steadying him as you worship his backside with slow-pressed kisses between your words. 

“Doesn’t the church preach that we should give into our sinful temptations?”

“Sì, yes, it does,” he concedes, warm mirth colouring his tone. Your chin is captured between the warm leather pinch of a gloved thumb and forefinger, and tilted gently upwards, “But you forget, mordicchio, that the church also teaches us to listen to our Papa.” 

A flash of mischief streaks across his mismatched eyes – snow and pine – and he swipes his thumb over the plush of your lower lip, pausing in the centre to drag it downwards a touch, “There will be time for biting later.” 

You grin, slow and wide, making a point of grazing your teeth against his gloved thumb with your obedient reply, “Sì, Papa.”

“Brava ragazza,” Copia praises softly, releasing your chin to stroke a single knuckle down your cheek. The tender display sends the warmth in your stomach rising instead to fill your chest. 

With a small smile, he returns to his search of the upper shelves.

You may have agreed to cease your biting, but he didn’t protest to any of your earlier tushie attentions.

And so you pillow your cheek against his. Sinking into the warm cushion of his buttock and winding your arms around the front of his thighs to hug yourself flush against the backs of his legs. Your eyes flutter closed, and a small smile plays on your lips at the gloved fingers which reach briefly down to stroke the top of your head.

Same as they always have.

The crowd was wonderful as always, and the energy was through the roof. The ghouls had gotten up to their usual tricks, brushing up on one another, getting touchy and reaching out for members of the crowd. You’d been asked many time by other Siblings of Sin if watching Sodo get that close with people and act in such a way bothered you, with the rumors of how he used to be. You, however, were never bothered. You trusted the ghoul, and refused to believe what other people said about him without giving him a chance first.

You were glad you did. You had taken the time to get to know the ghoul. You refused to acknowledge his usual flirting tactic, and instead, took the time to befriend him. He, at first took that as a rejection, until months later when you had been the one to ask him out, to his surprise.

You’d laughed alongside the crowd as Sodo and Aether did their usual pic throwing. During that time, Swiss had turned to stage right, where you’d been standing and threw his arms up, to which you shrugged and waved him off, laughing softly.

You weren’t sure at what point it had happened, but Sodo ended up by stage right, and as he turned to walk away, you saw red streaks all across his guitar. You felt your heart drop at the sight, and stared at him in shock.

When Papa took some time to talk to the fans, you’d managed to flag Sodo down, and he slipped over to you with a wide grin, “Sodo! What the hell did you do?” 

You gestured to the red streaks on his guitar, as you spoke. He looked down, and then held out his hand, where you saw the cut that was still bleeding Before you could say anything else, he was being waved back to the stage.

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When the ritual came to an end, each of the ghouls and ghoulettes greeted you as they walked backstage with wide smiles, hugs and high-fives. When Sodo approached after putting up his guitar and pulled you into a tight hug. You congratulated the ghoul a wide grin on your face, before you pulled away and grabbed his hand.

“As proud of you as I am, it’s time to take care of this.” You held up his hand, seeing the wound on his hand had grown in size due to his intense playing.

You dragged him into one of the dressing rooms and sat him on the couch. You looked around the room for a second, before finding a first aid kit and returning to his side.

“You really need to be more careful. Especially when you have to stay in your human form. The adrenaline isn’t going to heal you like your demon form will.” You heard him let out a huff as he allowed you to do your thing.

“I’d be fine as soon as I dropped my glamour.” You shot him a glare, as you continued to clean the cut.

“That would be in, what? Three hours? You are going to end up seriously hurting yourself. I’m just worried about you...” You could see him melt a bit at your words, a soft smile playing on his lips.

“You worry too much, I’m a ghoul, I won’t get hurt too bad, and if I do, I can heal.” You frowned at him, standing as you finish cleaning the cut and wrapping it, and he stands with you.

“I’m not worried about the healing, I don’t want to see you hurt, Sodo. Sure, you can heal, but knowing you got hurt is going to make me worry. I care about you.”

The ghoul went quiet, watching you for a second. You knew the ghoul wasn’t often told things like that. From what you could tell, he hasn’t had a long-term relationship in a long time, if ever. He didn’t hear things like that from the other ghouls, nor any of the people he had had brief relations with in the past, so hearing it come from you with such conviction left overwhelming warmth bloom in his chest.

He took his mask off, and you could see the love in his eyes. He gently reached towards you and pulled you into him, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, cuddling into you.

He didn’t quite know how to thank you for caring for him as much as you did. He always felt safe with you, in your arms. He knew that you always had his back, and he had to admit, it made him a bit emotional. He had always longed for this feeling, and he was glad that it was with you.

The two of you remained close until it was time to head back to the busses, and even when you arrived back, Sodo was quick to drag you to his bed, dropping his glamour as soon as the curtain closed and pulled you close.

You laid in his arms, your own wrapped around him, one hand coming up to play with his hair, eliciting soft purrs from the ghoul. You felt yourself slowly drifting off, relaxing further into the ghoul.

You grunted tiredly and rolled over in bed trying to find a cool spot on the pillow but failed. With a small huff you turned facing to other way and scooted down the length of the pillow. Only to frown, scrunching your nose. Something was tickling your nose lightly you grunted shifting around once more whining. Then froze as a deep chuckle rumbled from below your ear.

You cracked your eyes open wincing as the light hit them. With a few slow blinks you managed to clear your vision. Then jolted with a gasp. What the fuck? There was a large bare fuzzy chest in front of you. Inches away from your face, your nose tickled by the curls. You screeched and darted back whilst sitting up placing a hand on your heart.

"Good morning, Mrs Holmes~" Sherlock purred with a delightful morning rasp. Before leaning over you, crowding your form with a deep chuckle as you whined and gasped, wriggling trying to avoid the heated skin of his huge frame. But he drew you closer and tangled you in his embrace.

"I- what’s? Sherlock? Where am I? What’s going on?" You flushed and yipped shocked as your tummy pressed onto his nakedness below the covers.

"Oh, sweetling you really are such a forgetful little thing in the morning. I shall have to remember~" he cooed bringing one hand up to your hair a d tucking it behind your ear, your struggling ceased as he cradled your cheek gently, cupping the red glowing skin whilst ghosting a thumb across your bottom lip.

There were a few seconds of calm silence, the world faded and there seemed to be nothing beyond the kind warmth in his blue eyes. The normally sharp calculated gaze was unguarded and happy. A deep satisfaction prowling in the stunning sapphire blues. And then you broke the intimate moment by finding your voice.

"Sherlock what are you doing here and naked!?" You yelped still frazzled by what you had awoke to. Not that you were against the idea of bedding this huge god like man. But it was improper, how? How had you ended up here in this mouth-watering yet precarious position.

"Come now be a good girl and call me papa." Sherlock hummed and laughter followed as you gasped and whined once more when his hands began to smooth over your tummy and his lips found yours in a gentle kiss. You arched into him, desperate to taste him, the lust for this man overpowering the confusion and panic you had waking next to him undressed. But he pulled away before you could give in to the fantasy.

"Now now do not pout, it cant be that hard you called me papa last night~"  he chided brushing noses with you eyes gleaming with mirth. You froze mouth gaping as you took in the words.

"Last night? Wha-O-oh yes I... err oh no- don’t look!" You cried flushing a dark hue trying to bundle the blankets around you and hide your shame. As the nights activities found their way through your muddled thoughts. You wedded and bedded him. You married the man of your dreams and submitted to his lust and let him taint you. Let him claim you in the most sacred of ways.

You swallowed dryly and tried to even your breaths as the memories of your bedding replayed like a carousel.  It had been euphoric and left you tender but not in pain. There was no agony, just a lingering sting and the embarrassment of giving into him so quickly.  Of laying back and submitting so willingly, swaying and crying out like a harlot as he rode you through your innocence, plundering your maidenhead and left you a woman. A weeping sated mess of a woman whose knees were shaking and lungs burning.

"Bugger- where’s my robe?" You asked meekly cursing under your breath as you peered around the blankets and floor on your designated side of the bed. With no luck in locating the garment you rolled closer to the edge coiling the blankets around you like a cocoon trying to hide yourself from him, unsure if you wanted to tempt him into another bout of love making so soon.

"At the foot of the bed. On the floor where I left it last night Mrs Holmes~" charlocks voice was gravely and sweet all in one, a smooth reminder that somehow flaunted his mastery of you without so much as a lewd word. He was relishing in his newly acquired victory.

But the thought didn’t anger you as it should have. In fact, it did the opposite and made a different heat bubble within you.

"Pap-fuck Sherlock can you fetch it for me? Please" your words were corrected, muddled babbles of a woman that had lost her senses. All proprietary had seemed to have been snuffed out of you as he uttered your new name. New title. Mrs Holmes. Wife. Two things once believed impossible now a reality as you quiver with nerves in your marital bed.

"Oh almost~ you almost called me papa then my sweet girl. But no, your quite capable of getting your own robe~" he cooed running his hefty palms across your ribs making you squirm as his fingers not only tickled but burned. Igniting you teasing the soft curve of your bosom from below.

"B-but you’ll, see? Please please save me this embarrassment" you whined peaking over your shoulder at him, fluttering your lashes and wobbling your bottom lip attempting to insight some mercy.

"My beautiful little wife, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. You are absolutely stunning, my perfect little love" he praised making you jolt and glow your chest burned, butterflies flitting about in your tummy as he showered you with more sweet words. This was a completely different side to the normally cool detective. But then again you were quickly seeing many hidden facets to his unending enigmatic personality as of late.

"Come now don’t go all shy on me my love. I have seen you in all your naked glory and will do so again and again" he finished with a grunt tugging you back to him, somehow shuffling the cocoon blankets away from you, pressing his length against your bare bottom drawing a squeak from you.

 He groaned and rested his head against yours breathing you in kissing you gently treating you as if you would break if he pressed too hard.

Your brows furrowed when you managed to catch the last of his words. Surely, he didn’t mean to have you again? You’d been terrible, fussing and crying and passing out. Surely, he didn’t intend to go through all that again?

"What you want to do that again? But I panicked and cried- wailed even? I was terrible for you" you said quietly almost hoping he hadn’t heard your guilt.

"No. No you were not terrible at all. You were the best behaved little girl there ever was. I’m extremely proud of you." Sherlock implored twisting quickly to have you lay on your back, him craning over you with worry, stern tense jaw and panicked eyes roaming your face. He was analysing you like he did with almost everything in his life.

"I. Did good? Even though I passed out?" You breathed out unsure twiddling the thin sheet in your hands trying not to seem like his words had effected you. But they had, something abut him quelling your fears and praising you sweetly over something you were so insecure about had you light up for him.

"You did. You were perfect. And yes, you may have passed out, but I consider that a compliment."  he reiterated moving hand across your hair, sweeping the mussed tresses form your forehead and cupping your cheek. It was like he couldn’t stop petting you, his hands seemed to crave your skin, like you were a magnet pulling at him constantly. He swooped down and claimed your lips drawing a strangled giggle from you.

His lips moved, moaning before all but caging you below him. You mewled softly when his knees settled between your own and he relaxed pressing down onto you humming like a satisfied beast. Soft kisses became more passionate, teeth and tongue lashing against your own when you let go of your inhibitions and surrendered to him, letting him devour you once more.

 You felt like you were floating, gliding effortlessly across this unknown territory, a sea filled with warm temptations and promise of delight. Kissing him was incredible, and quite possibly addictive. But it was when he arches up against you pressing on your tender centre you gasped. The sting of your swollen cunny broke what ever spell his lips had cast and you yelped hissing and jerked away.

You cupped yourself casting a wary eye to your new husband, waiting for a demand of moving your hands. But none came. Instead of growled orders and reminding you of your wifely duty he smiles sadly and dipped down pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead before sitting up and moving to sit by your side.

You watched confused as he held out a hand to you before and then preceded to help you sit up next to him all the while grinning at you.

"Your right my love. I have watched you from afar and find myself eager. I apologize if my eagerness is troublesome. I forget you must be tender this morning. Now why don’t we go and fix some lunch” you were blown away in that moment.  Horror stories of marriage and being ridden into the mattress as many times as a man could handle had always remained in the back of your mind. Yet Sherlock was different? The realisation shouldn’t surprize you. But it did.

"Lunch!?" You grunted jolting up right panicked that you’d spent so long in bed. You eyed him mind racing. He must think your lazy, a good for nothing lay about that was no good in the home.

With no more prompting you stood from the bed, gasping as the sheets almost fell hands scrabbling to them wrapping them around your frame with a yelp. You hissed as the covers stopped short as you scuttled around the bed trying to reach your robe. With a tiny huff you turned eyes following the blanket and finally found the issue.

"Sherlock". You flushed stuttering as you took in the sight, the man was smirking lounging back one hand behind his head legs spread wider than needed and had let the blankets slip from his chest all the way down. One single fist was holding the fabric over his crotch. Barely covering him, the dark curls at his root showing over the blankets. Thick fuzzy thighs flanking his own fist and the cover. He chuckled watching with predatory eyes, a deep heat and sharp glint to them. He curled his lip higher smirking wider showing his fang like teeth and winked at you provocatively.

Your mouth ran dry, mind going blank for a moment as your eyes ran the length of him. This glorious huge male. Your husband. Yours and no one else’s. You forgot yourself and stared gaping at him until he cleared his throat and tipped his head to the bottom of the bed.

"Your robe love? Or would you still like some help, finding it?" He purred, chuckling to himself as you melted, stumbling over your words. Sherlock’s grin widened then with a sigh he sat up throwing his feet over the side of the bed before standing and dropped the sheet in favour of stretching.

"No-Sherlock oh Christ?!" You floundered as he stood and approached you with no shame. Not that there was any need for it because by God this man was immense in all aspects. You froze willing yourself to look away but just couldn’t seem to pull your eyes away. His feet carried him down the side of the bed and he paused for a moment sighing and then reached down plucking the heavy house coat from the floor and held it up.

"Turn around Evie" he said softly voice smug yet gentle. You didn’t need to be told twice. You pivoted and shuddered as the house coat was placed on your shoulders Sherlock’s hands smoothing it over your the fabric and then rested on your biceps before tilting forwards and kissing your head.

"Now why don’t we get up and have some lunch and then you can explore your nursery~" you frowned as he stepped away from you rounding you to a small wash basin and a cloth. Stepping up to it and dipping the rag in the water.

"Nursery? You have a nursery for the children already?" You pried dropping the blanket and quickly wrapped your house coat around you before sitting on the bed. Trying not to think of what he was washing from his privates whilst as he hissed from the cold water that had sat there all night.

"No silly, for you my sweet girl~ every little princess needs a nursery to paly in" was the reply, simple and nonchalant.

"Wh-what! Have you gone mad!? I don’t need a bloody nursery!" You stood immediately stomping your foot hissing and spitting like a wild cat, somewhat relieved you had found yourself again.

"Mind your tone young lady. I don’t care for your attitude" Sherlock called over his shoulder as he picked up a dry cloth and spun around to face you once more this time a warning in his face as his hand moved over his crotch rubbing and patting it dry. Whilst trying to stare you down, clearly warning you to back down with his sharp gaze.

"M-my attitude? - what do you expect Sherlock? I’m your wife! WIFE!" You snarled placing your hands on your hips trying to summon some wifely anger that you’d seen your mother bring forth on your father occasionally. But a rise of a brow from your husband made you feel all too vulnerable and you ended up stepping back and crossing your arms, shielding yourself from his amused exasperation. 

"My little princess of a wife who is going to end up in the corner if you don’t mind your tone." He threatened and took a step to the left dropping the cloth by the wash basin and pulled open a drawer digging around for some clothes.

"Corner? Like an actual- Sherlock please I’m a woman now! Your true wife! At least do me the curtesy and treat me like it" you bared your teeth at him, ending your complaint with a slight stomp and hiss. Your arms still crossed and back straight, chest puffed out and poised to spit venom at him. You looked ready for a fight. Sherlock managed to curb his smirk and tilted his head at you slowly.

"What did I just say? Mind your tone, You may be tender but that wont stop me from reddening your little bottom if I need to" Sherlock warned, his once jovial gaze sharpening making you falter. Your bottom tense at his words a dull ache tugging at the two globes. A subtle reminder of his recent discipline.

Sherlock smiled knowingly watching your anger dissipate a d resolve crumble. You nervously moved your hands, unballing your fists to instead cup your own biceps, soothing yourself in a hug like fashion. Your cheeks burned, reddening with embarrassment as you deflated in front of him.

He didn’t have to be a genius to know what it was you were thinking about. He too let his thoughts wander to yesterdays spanking. He shivered, yes that had been quite fulfilling.  Finally having you upturned across his knee as his palm walloped your lovely bottom. A part of him was eager to repeat it, his palm wanted a reason to caress your supple curves. He wanted to redden your backside and watch as you wore his marks for days. He wanted to be on your mind constantly, force you to think of him as you walked around and sat on your tender tush. He couldn’t help it.

"Good, now up here you go. Take this and freshen up, I don’t want you uncomfortable. Then afterwards you can wear that pretty blue dress you found yesterday and come down for lunch." He uttered smiling as your impending tantrum died away leaving you standing before him slightly confused.

He ushered closer to you as he spoke and handed the wet washcloth to you. You took it on instinct pulled a face as you realised what he meant. He wanted you to clean up your cunny with the cloth he had used on himself? It felt intimate, taboo! Yet at the same time it excited you? As if this vulgar intimacy was something to behold?

You stayed put looking from the small basin of water to the cloth in your hand the to your husband who was now giving you a very nice view of his backside. A firm buttock a d thick fuzzy thighs. You flushed when he spun facing you catching you staring at him. He winked before ducking down and slipping on his briefs.

"I was just;” you began trying to make an excuse as to why you were gawking at him but Sherlock stopped you short holding a hand up at you as he spoke.

"Ah ah!  We can discuss everything else over lunch. I am for one have worked up and appetite so I’m sure you are famished. Afterwards you can acquaint yourself with your nursery and play with your some of your new things. Now wash up like a good girl we don’t want to ruin any bloomers just yet" he called out over his shoulder playfully, amused and very pleased with himself for some reason. You lowered your hands, shoulders sagging as you peered at his back, and to the water again. He did have a point; you needed a wash. And you were starving, you tried not to think of what had caused your hunger. It wouldn’t do any good falling prey to memories of the previous night. Today the work began, you had to prove to Sherlock you were not to be trifled with. You were his wife, not a child.

With a mighty sigh you padded across the room to the wash bowl and began to fidget underneath your robe, parting the heavy velvet at the waist and began to arduous task of washing yourself with blushing cheeks. It was embarrassing to know exactly what you were cleaning away from your intimates. Especially when you knew the man responsible was only feet from you dressing for the day.

You were quickly ushered through a full medical exam. Every argument or complaint thwarted with looks and light scowls from Diana coupled with soft taps on you leg from  Kal. Who insisted on holding you.

Your new doctor was quick and methodical taking your obs. Height and weight. Checking you for any lumps and bumps, looking at your eyes nose ears and throat before listening to your 'ticker' and finished with a blood test. You could help feeling more and more like a child as the examination continued. Your doctor didn’t ask you any direct questions, everything was deferred to Kal or Diana who both new a staggering amount of your sensitive medical records.

You heard and understood everything but it didn’t matter. You were clearly a child in the scene. And it only got worse as Kal instructed you to hold his hand when having the blood test and 'kissing your booboo better' after applying a small glittering plaster to the pinprick. You flushed trying to pull away as the doctor watched with a bizarre look. He didn’t seem to know what to do with himself seeing a fully grown woman twisted in Kal's lap to be cradled like a tiny baby. You fought him feebly but were outmatched, finally you settled, tucking your face into Kal reluctantly as frustrated tears streamed down your face.

It only made things worse as Diana came over kissing your hair petting it and hushing you. Muttering how brave you were with your needle and how proud she was, that it was okay to cry even big girl’s cry. To your shame you clung to Kal, breathing him in as he cooed at you rubbing your back. You pleaded with him to take you home. Not because you wanted to be locked up again, but because you didn’t want to stay and find out what came next. There was always something else. Always another strange torment.

The doctor carried on and on about being under weight, anaemic, low in vitamins and needing supplements as well as lots of rest and small, meals often. He agreed with Diana on milk and cards to get you back to full health quicker. And before you knew it the examination was over. Or you thought it was. It wasn’t untill Kal got off the bed and coaxed you to your feet you felt something was off.

 "Come on princess down you get there’s a good girl" he uttered before grasping your hand tightly and walking you to the curtain covered cubicle.

Your entire world stopped as you walked through the curtains and saw the large chair with stirrups.  You jerked back so fast eve Kal couldn’t keep your wrist in his hand Diana quickly caught you before you could dart off and began pressing you closer to the chair. You fought harder but the woman was just to much, Kal flanked your other side quickly grasping a kicking ankle and arm trying to land a punch on who ever was closest.

"its fine, don’t  be nervous miss, I will be very carful" the doctor said slowly as he placed rubber gloves on his hands with a blood chilling snap. You reared up arching trying to escape Diana as she managed to place you in the exam chair and began quickly ridding you of your bottoms. Kal stood of to the side and grit his teeth as you reached out for him

"No! NO Kal-dia! No please I haven’t- I’ve never!" you sobbed panicking as you realised they were serious and you were getting a thorough medical exam including the dreaded pap test.

"Never what?" Kal asked frowning down at you eyes locking onto you like the apex predator he was. You quivered bones rattling and your face flushed. For a moment your fighting ceased and you forgot all about the situation you found yourself in. You went lax into the genealogical chair.

"Never had one of these check ups before..." you bawled at him still making infantile grabby hands at him trying to find safety with him rather than the amazon who had successfully ridded you of your underwear. You twisted in the exam chair and kicked out at Diana trying to wriggle and jump down so you could run. Kal growled rounding you shoving the doctor from between the stirrups Diana had been trying to wrestle your legs into without hurting you.

"You what? And just how many have you missed young lady? Don’t you know how important these are? Just- you silly girl!" Kal fumed and quickly grasped both ankles and yanked you down slipping both legs into the high stirrups. Diana moved placing a strong hand on one ankle and Kal held the other.

"Do it, and be thorough and gentle. She better not wince! You’re my first choice, not my only choice." Kal snarled at the doctor who came forward shaking like a leaf. Kal growled looking away not wanting to see another male tend to his little girl, but he wanted a healthy baby doll and for all his x-ray vision and knowledge Kal wasn’t a medical professional. Something he considered changing in that moment.

The male shook and moved about pulling the things he needed to get the pap test over and done with. You cried out tugging on your legs wanting to be free from both Kal and Diana but they weren't moving an inch.

"princess calm down, its okay a few seconds and you will be done love" Diana tried soothing you with a calm voice but it didn’t work you cried harder frightened and embarrassed. You didn’t want anything down there! You wanted to be left alone. Kal watched you sternly and pointed at you with a chiding finger.

"Calm yourself down! Your going to make yourself sick if you carry on" he ordered eye tinting red in his anger the veins around his eyes igniting. He wasn’t angry with you per say, just the situation. The fact he was useless in that moment. He didn’t like the tinge of helplessness that plagued him or the devastation on your face. You pleading and crying, you were terrified but they had no choice. It was for your own good.

"Miss, you have to relax... If you tense it could be a little uncomfortable. This wont hurt a bit I promise." The doctor pleaded more for his own sake than yours, Kals eyes were glowing. The once blue jewels now the most dangerous embers, deep seated boiling its of pure unadulterated carnage. He was truly a god among men, a savage fire within him. The doctor knew he would now even draw the breath to scream before he died under the gaze.

The thought made his hands quiver as he moves forward and commenced the exam. He knew this was wrong, that no woman should undergo such a thing under duress but since the fall of civilization and the new order rose everyone had to make sacrifices to stay alive. Even medical professionals, unfortunately it wasn’t something as simple as sacrificing one life for another, or giving up a job. He was expecting to give up his morals and perform procedures against his and his patients will. But he was only human, and he would do anything to keep his family alive. Even go against his own oaths and codes. Kal knew this, it was one of the reasons he had hand picked him. It was both a flattering and sobering concept.

"Oh... Err lord Kal, I’m not going to continue this exam." He uttered after a few seconds of performing the test, drowning out the whimpers and cries of his patient.

"What? Why not! You'll do as your told! I want her healthy and tested!" Kal snarled fighting to keep the rage from his fingers as his hand tried to clench. It’d do no good hurting you, squeezing cracks into your bones.

"My lord she is... I don’t want to risk breaking it- her hymen is mostly intact, I can do these tests but I’m not the best and though they can be carried out without tearing the hymen I have not done so before. And I would not damage something so personal to her" the man announced slowly frightened, well aware that every word could be his very last.

"Mostly intact?" Kal mumbled to himself trying to process just what that meant.

"yes, there is a little tear but nothing that would be cause by... Full intimacy. I can confidently say she probably avoided these tests because she is a virgin." Kal froze his gut churned he felt sick to his stomach and his face paled. Horror over took him as he realised just what he had ordered, the trauma he could have just caused!

"oh... Little one your a virgin?" Diana called trying to coax you out pf your mournful cries. Kal pivoted on his feet and spied you, taking in the way you were cry4ing into your hands. Sobbing your heart out, face red all the way to the tips of your ears. You looked both terrified and heart broken. Crying in shame. Kals anger at your sobbing died instantly, his eyes drained of colour returning to a human blue. He had done that. He had ordered this. He had completely ignored what you tried to tell him and forced this on you. And it was when you nodded and whimpered out your reply that it truly hit him. He has never felt so utterly disgusted with himself before.

"y-yeah..." you cried into your hands feeling mortified as you were on display for all three to see. Diana growled and glared at the doctor slapping at him hissing venomously.

"Get that thing out of her now!!" she snarled and the doctor panicked quickly moving closing and removing the speculum praying that neither would see fit to kill him for putting you through this ordeal despite it being them who demanded he do it.

"What are the odds of her having abnormal cells?" Diana asked quickly using her foot to wheel the doctor from between your splayed legs and pulled your legs down one after the other. Kal released your ankle at Diana’s coaxing and huffed. He was fuming but happy? Fuming that the other man had seen you so intimately for no reason at all! But happy at the revelation both he and Diana would be your first.

"Very low, most cervical cancer comes from human papillomavirus mostly contracted through skin on skin contact... If she hasn't had skin on skin contact them, we can assume the risk is low..." he trailed off giving them their answer whilst wracking his brain to make sure he was correct. God help him if he has got mixed up!

"Have you ever let anyone touch you there little one?" Diana cooed curling over you smoothing a hand over your head pressing kisses to your hair trying to calm you as you sobbed embarrassed and upset. You sounded devastated. You shook your head quickly and cried harder. Tucking yourself into a ball feeling absolutely mortified and heart broken.

"Not till you did!" you yelled making Diana feel like an asshole. She hadn’t meant to put you through this. Both she and Kal assumed you'd been with people. The thought of you being a virgin never crossed their minds.

"l-lord Kal? I do have a vaccine for it, if you'd like me to inoculate her against hpv? It wont completely rule out cervical cancer but it would be some protection"

"Yes, do it" Kal said to the man not even looking to him, the dictators eyes were locked on you who was sobbing in despair. It made his heart seize painfully. He knew he hadn’t hurt you just upset you. But that was enough to put boulders in his stomach.  He felt physically sick.

Diana seethed inside, she did not like the way you cried. They should have thought to ask! But they hadn’t, instead pushed on doing their own thing damn the consequences and now you were in a state her heart sank she knew it was only about to get worse.

Quickly the doctor was checking some vials before fishing out a needle measuring a dose of... something? You tensed as he came closer to you holding the needle and another pink princess band aid, just like the one you had on your blood test wound in the crease of your elbow.

"Here we go, just a sharp scratch" he said moving around Kal and Diana who watched him carefully as he administered the injection. You winced a little but that was it as quickly as the doctor was beside you, he was gone and the pink plaster was stuck to your arm.

"Good girl! Not even a whimper! Your so brave princess!" Diana cooed over you pressing kisses to your face and wrapping her arms around you.

"Such a big girl, your being very very well behaved, I’m extremely proud of you love" Kal added happily he was proud of how his little nugget was doing today. He'd expected more drama, but so far so good. The only thing left was that. The doctor moved nodding to Kal before shuffling out of the room to go and retrieve everything he needed for the next part of the visit.

 "what’s that?"  You asked pitifully still weeping, and trying to cover yourself as best as you could, trying to shield yourself from prying eyes. Kal moved you tugging you off the chair to sit on his lap holding you securely. You felt the hairs on the back of your neck raise when Diana sighed moving to stand behind you as you teetered on Kal’s lap, your eyes locked onto the rather painful looking needle.

"That’s just your chip sweetie, so daddy and I can always find you without having to search~" Diana tried easing you in gently wanting to prevent a tantrum or panic. She failed and winced managing to clamp her hands onto your shoulders as you burst to life yelling and thrashing.

"n-no! No no please I don’t!" You pleaded suddenly very aware of how precarious your position was. If that was a tracing microchip you were well and truly fucked. Stuck under these godlike creatures’ thumbs for the rest of your days.

"oh no come here poppet, your alright this is for your own good love~" Kal tried to talk you down as you scrabbled to get away. But his words fell on deaf ears as you came to life screaming as loud as you could making everyone wince.

"No-NOOO! PL-please I don’t need it! I don’t -ill never try to run off again I swear! I swear please-please" you scream was making you almost hoarse, words getting jumbled as your sobbing and hyperventilating took over you.

"Lord Kal? Where... would you like this?" You heard the hesitation.  The fear lacing the words, almost as if he was asking if Kal wanted to go through with this madness. You screeched and arched planting your feet on the ground and curved your spine and screamed your own reply.

"NOWHERE! Please don’t -"

"Hush y/n, daddy is speaking to the doctor" Kal snipped wrapping his arms around you and tugged you back to sit on his lap. Making you squeak as he showed for the millionth time your strength and struggle were nothing against him.

"Where would you suggest?" Kal continued fighting you, capturing your arms and dragging them down to your sides and pulling them close to you. Restraining you.

"Normally the hand-" the doctor added jerking his head away, so he could pretend to ignore your plight.

"No, she could see it and try to cut it out herself" Kal cut him off. He knew humans, they were silly and self destructive. Kal knew you would try to claw it out if you could reach it. He eyed you as you slapped and pinched kicked and even tried biting him with your little blunt teeth. He found that particularly amusing. But a few swift strikes on your leg turning the skin pink with a few hisses and curses.

There was a pause, the room felt heavy. The only sounds were your own sobbing and panicked breathy pleas. Begging and coughing through your own despair. You looked up at Kal still crying, trying to tug on his heart strings. If he had any. But he seemed to be made of stone, unfeeling and completely stoic.

The only hope you had was that this doctor remembered his vow to do no harm. And with the resounding silence you believed he was silently protesting on your behalf. You held your breath waiting and praying the man would grant you some, mercy and refuse the kryptonian’s insane request.

"Err well how about her bottom? There’s not much to interfere, it has nowhere to go... there’s more fat there and if she were to gain the weight she needs and maintain a healthy weight then you’d never feel it" the doctor suddenly offered as Kal’s face began to darken. You wailed louder as you realised the doctor wasn’t going to support you. He wont help! The feeling of being truly alone and trapped within this circus hit you like a brick wall.

The force took your breath once more, sucking it out of your lungs with a cold icy chill. You yelled in despair as Kal looked to Diana who in turn nodded agreeing to the placement.

"No please- daddy please! I don’t need it-mama?! Help! Help mama daddy- please!" You cried fighting with all your might terrified of what was coming! Diana helped move you sitting next to you as Kal slumped you over his knee his own thighs trapping your kicking legs.

"Come on now it will be over so quick pumpkin, so quick" you cried out trying to look back and see what was going on but a huge hand was holding your shoulders down. Diana cooed at you petting your head softly watching the doctor just as closely as Kal. You squirmed wailing hands tugging at Diana who was doing her best to calm you.

"N-oo no dia-mama please-don’t let them do this don’t -I’m scared please I’ll be good! I'll be good! I swear I’ll never- never ever try to leave the house again, I swear I’m sorry- I’m sorry I was bad!" You shouted frantically Diana moved ducking down to you placing her hands on your face making you look at her.

"Oh no no sweetheart this isn’t because you were bad love~ mama and daddy just want to know your safe..." you swallowed sniffling up at her then jumped when you felt the small alcohol swab over the lower curve of your bottom. You jerked trying to buck away, somehow in your mind it was a good idea, if the doctor didn’t get a clean shot, then he couldn’t stab you with the huge needle! 

“I don’t  l-like it!" You cried again as Kal pressed a hand to your bottom holding you down so you couldn’t move away again.

"Shh shh your all right my brave girl! You’ll be just fine. Its just a quick pinch sweetheart" he said tapping to swell of your bottom with his fingers before clawing them slightly, pulling your cheek taught obviously helping the doctor find another spot to place the implanted device. You cried pleading harder throwing your head back and forth panicked trying to watch as another spot on your bottom was cleaned with another swab.

"AHH no no NOO I DON’T LIKE IT! STOP IM SCARED- PLE-EASE NOO AGH; OW!" Your shouting kicked up a notch as you saw the doctor dip down out of sight and felt the gloved fingers press around the site he'd chosen for the device that crushed your hopes of ever being free from these lunatics!

You sobbed and then screeched in pain as the needle was inserted, fat tears rolled down your face as you felt the plunger quickly pressed and you were microchipped like a fucking dog! God that really hurt! Just as quickly as you were impaled with the device the needle was removed and a gauze was placed on the wound.

"There we go, all done such a big brave girl. Its all done, all over  now, no more needles today" Kal said now rubbing your back as you bawled your eyes out over his lap. Both at the pain and the implications of what had just happened. It was always going to be difficult to escape but now? Truly impossible. You cant claw that out, cant remove it ever. A few clicks on a computer and they would know where you are.

"Come on poppet let it all out" You flinched as the doctor made another move around you, shuffling behind you with something in his hand. Your panic peaked and you screamed again at him kicking out and hissing, yelping as your bottom throbbed and ached.

"Ah no-no NO! It hurts! Fuck off you cunt!" You snarled feeling trapped like a rat.

"I’ve got you don’t panic, were just putting a big Band-Aid on it~ look Diana peaches~" Kal hushed you stealing the large Band-Aid from the doctor with a glare. Making the man stagger back, point to a computer muttering about checking the chip. But Kal didn’t bother to answer instead holding up the band aid for Diana to see the cute peaches scattered across it.

"N-nooo! No it hurts leave it! Go away!" You pleaded feeling Kal’s hand on your hot swollen skin. He hushed you again gently placing the band aid over the tender wound. He smoothed his fingers over it delicately making sure the corners were stuck.

"Shh shh its alright love, see all better I wont let your sore bottom touch anything now, we are just checking the tracker that’s all" he promised  rubbing your back in slow circles. Diana dragged her fingers through your hair and managed to wipe your eyes with a tissue, folding and dabbing your tears away before holding it at your nose and getting you to blow. You whined but did as you were asked, more out of habit then actually doing as you were told.

"Its working, there she is" the doctor called over his shoulder, he sounded pretty relieved seeing everything was working okay. He hoped it meant he was safe.

"See that wasn’t so bad, was it? Just think now we can find you without looking and we can come get you if you get lost or kidnapped" Diana said turning back to you with a grin, trying to take your mind off of the pain.

"L-like a dog!? You chipped me like an animal! A fucking animal" you sobbed feeling sorry for yourself, the shock was wearing off and now you felt heartbroken, completely alone and trapped. First a prisoner then a doll a d now finally a pet. A thing to be owned and kept.

"Shh don’t be silly, your our baby girl and we will use any means we can to keep an eye on you, to keep you safe." Diana replied ducking down curling herself around your down turned head, hugging you to her chest kissing your hair. You tugged, pushing her away from you as you pulled back from her wanting to escape. You didn’t want cuddles, or sweet words. You didn’t want them to try and make you feel better by showering you with affection.  You wanted to be left alone for your misery and feel our emotions without them interfering. 

"We aren’t taking any chances sweetie. Here let’s pull these up" Kal  insisted, leaning over taking your leggings from the bed where Diana had put them and tried to bend your legs and pop your feet in them.

"Ah! No nono- it hurts!" you screamed flinching from him as moving your leg pulled on your ass. Kal froze before quickly letting go of your leg cursing under his breath

"Kal her bottom is red... and really swollen maybe we should forget her leggings" Diana offered wincing a little as she gazed at the rounded bottom swelling around the injection site. She felt guilty. It had been a larger needle then she'd expected, but in all honesty the goddess hadn’t known what to expect. Kal had said the chip would be tiny and it was, a grain of rice! But Diana had underestimated the needle and trauma it would cause. But it had to be done, they had to do everything they could to keep you safe and healthy. 

"Hmm I suppose, we should have popped her in another little dress..." Kal sighed then was struck by an idea. With a quick flick of his wrist he managed to unclip his cape and pull it around you, somehow managing to wind the black material around your frame. He tucked your arms down from your face to your chest before curling it over your form in a swaddle like fashion covering you from your shoulders down. You squeaked as he pulled tight managing to keep you fairly secure, arms crossed over your chest comfortably.

Then without much more thought he stood scooping you up cradling you to his chest like a baby, tilting your face to his chest your nose touching the famed S. You were whining not enjoying being so constrained but he was avoiding any contact with your tender rump so that was a plus.

"There now no one will get a peak at your little tush" he cooed sweetly gazing at you fondly before turning to the doctor who had focused on Diana handing her some paperwork most likely the new diet plan.

“I just want to know if there is someone needing help. Some of us still have some humanity left, brother,” It must have been a different man, he had a lower tone to him. I could feel my heart beat slowing with every breath. But even breathing hurt, like everything else.

“Brother, you must hear it too. The slowing heart beat,” The words were now mostly just mumbling. How did they even hear my slowly beating heart? Or maybe this was just a hallucination before death. I closed my eyes, ready take death with open arms.

“They are going to be dead in minutes, Marcus. Let’s go,” the voice sounded like I was under water. And with my last strength I opened my eyes. Three men were above me. Maybe death was actually three men. Perhaps they were collecting my soul.

One of the men walked to the one leaning back to a wall. He unwrapped a scarf from the man and walked back to me. “Don’t even think about it. That scarf is more expensive than the humans life,” The man had a white hair and eyes that almost looked red.

“Get over yourself, Caius.” The man with the scarf said. He kneeled to me, lifting me up just enough to slide the scarf under me and tying it around me. I winced. Somehow, I always believed that a bullet wound wouldn’t hurt so bad but fuck me.

“I know, but you will be just fine...,” The man in front of me said. I nodded. I wanted to believe him so much. I didn’t want to die like this, alone in a country without anyone who would care for me.

“Close your eyes, everything will be okay when you wake up,”

And without a thought I did as he said.

♔♔♔

So, this was death... It didn’t feel as painful as I had thought. And behind my lids I saw light, but to be honest I was too scared to face it. But I couldn’t stay like this forever, I needed to open my eyes no matter how scary it would be.

It felt weird to have my eyes open. The place was like it had been carved from marble. One window shined sun to my room. I had a white cover over me and in a long time I wasn’t freezing.

I tried to push myself up but a sharp pain stabbed my side. I pushed myself up to sitting with the pain getting worse every moment. My shirt had been covered in blood but now it was just a white long night gown. It didn’t look like it was from this century. I took a hold of the end of the gown and lifted it up until my side was exposed. Bandage roll had been wrapped around my torso.

At least I wasn’t dead yet. But still, where am I? And why I hadn’t any other clothing on except the gown?

I dropped the gown back down taking a deep breath. I need to get out. I dragged myself at the end of the bed and forced myself to stand up. I held on to the bedside table like my life dependent on it, maybe it did. One more deep breath and then I run. I run and get out of this shit.

One breath later, I was still there. One step felt like I was lifting up a truck. Nothing happened, so I tried again. My foot dragged the ground. Deep breath and I'm out, this all is done. I will get out. But even before taking a full step everything went black.

♔♔♔

The air around me was full with warmness. It was intoxicating, I knew it even without opening my eyes. The warmness mixed with a smell like I had never smelled before. God, I want to open my eyes, but my lids just felt so heavy.

“Let me see if I could see something,” I recognize that voice, I have heard it at the alley way. It’s one of the men there. All that was needed was a gentle cold touch. “They are awake, they are just quite tired from all that they have been through,”

How did he know that I was awake? What was happening..., again. The mans touch on my cheek didn’t leave, instead his thumb started to do circles on my skin. “Don’t worry darling. You are safe here, my brothers and I took you in few days ago when you were in the alley way,” His voice was calm like he had done this million times before. But still it didn’t help my panic just rose. Breathing was harder when you felt the pressure in your chest.

“You have nothing to worry about. You just need some time to heal,” In all of my power I shook my head, but the mans hand didn’t leave my skin.

“You are scaring them, brother,” The voice had the same similarity than in the alley. The man who tried to keep me alive while the two men there just watched. A laugh was let out by someone in the room, I couldn’t tell who it was or where it came from. “What’s so funny, Aro,” It was completely new voice.

“They remember Marcus’ voice from the alley. He was the nicest to them,”

How does he know what I think. Or maybe I’m speaking out loud without even realizing. Or maybe I was really getting insane.

“Don’t worry about that right now,” I shook my head again, but this time I was able to open my mouth ready for words that never surfaced. My throat was as dry and raw. “Caius give me the glass, they are thirsty,” I heard a sigh.

The hand left my skin but the man wiggled his way so my back was pressed against his front. My eyes flutter opened just enough to close them again due to the white light in the room. The laughter came from two men in the room. My brows knitted together and I felt the man behind me laughing silently.

“Open your lips pretty thing,” The speaker had a strange kindness in it. And because of that I parted my lips, just enough to feel cool glass pressed on them. The man behind me crocked my head little more up and cold water hit my lips. In seconds, the glass was empty and my thirst gone.

And slowly I opened my eyes, light still too bright. Next to the bed was a man with platinum blond hair with piercing red eyes, eyes that were looking at me. In the mans hand was a glass, empty glass, that I had just emptied. He had just basically bottle-fed me.

My back felt laughter from behind me. Instinctively, I turned to look over my shoulder. Black hair draped all to way to his shoulders. Gentle smile soothing me, while I could only look those red eyes. “Look at those beautiful eyes of yours,” He seemed proud, but I'm not sure why.

I turned my head back, heat rising in my cheeks. “They really are a true beauty,” It was the voice, the voice that had helped me in the alley. He had long brown hair, and those red eyes, but he still wasn’t as threatening as the other two.

I pushed myself away from the man that I had been half-laying on. But like before the pain on my side was like stabbing me again. “Stay right here darling,” Said the man behind me and gently pulling me back to his arms.

“Tell us darling, what is your name?” It was the man with brown hair. I cleared my throat before saying anything. “Y/N, my name is Y/N...,” “What a beautiful name...,” I didn’t need to look at any of them to know that the speaker was the man behind me.

“So, who are you guys then?” I had to ask. I should know the names of the people who saved me. I should know the name of the man that I was laying on top of. The men changed quick looks with each other.

“I’m Aro, and these are my brothers, Caius and Marcus,” The man behind me explained, well Aro explained. It felt good to have names to the faces, like they became little more real with that.

“How are you feeling?” The brown-haired man..., Marcus asked.

“I..., I’m okay... My side is just hurting,” I answered placing my hand to the side that had been bleeding from in the alley. Aros hand slithered on top of my hand, warmth took over my body.

“Where am I?” I whispered and my heart beat got faster.

“You are in our place. You are safe here. But even more we need to know what happened to you,” It was the blonde who spoke, I mean Caius.

I had to look down to my lap. It was all in a blur. I wasn’t sure if some of it was even real, or was it just hallucination. “It’s all kind of a blur... I was just going back to my hotel, but I got robbed. But he just got mad..., and- and he stabbed me,”

It felt to say it all out loud. The fact that I had gotten stabbed and now I was sitting with strangers in a bed. My nice trip to Italy ended with me being stabbed and passing out on an alley way.

“Everything will be taken care of. No harm will come to you when you are with us,” Marcus said gentle smile on his lips. I nodded and unconsciously I pressed my head against Aros chest. He felt so warm.

“You can take a nap if you would like,” Caius asked taking my hand to his. The circles in my hand made me fall into a slumber. “No, I need to get back to my hotel, my reservation ends today,” I said tiredness sounding in my voice.

“Darling, you have been asleep for three days. Today is the fifteenth day,” Humor could be heard from Aros voice.

“WHAT! That is insane! I missed my flight, and where is my stuff,” And just like that panic was all over the air. I looked all over to room, trying to find anything, to find any understanding, anything that this had all been just a bad dream.

I wouldn’t have any money for a new plane ticket back to home. Could I even get my stuff back from the hotel? So, I would be trapped in a country not knowing the language any more than necessary.

“Don’t panic, my darling. You will be safe here,” Aro said raising his hand to my cheek. I had to look at him but his eyes were so red that I had to move my gaze. But for just a moment my eyes stayed on his lips. Heat raised in my body. I can’t look him like that. I mean they saved me, but still, I couldn’t look at him like that. It felt like a crime.

“No, it’s not a crime, no matter how much it might feel like it,” Smile was painted on Aros lips while he spoke. He had no shame in him.

“How...,” I didn’t know how to continue. How he knew what I was thinking about? How could he answer so perfectly to my thoughts?

“I have a gift of knowing persons thoughts with touch. I know how to answer when I know the question,” My eyes widened and his hand fell from my cheek. No skin of us touched, and in a way, I missed it.

“Is this really the best way to do this?” Caius asked. I could hear annoyance in his voice. But I couldn’t concentrate on his words. Aro knew what I thought. He could read my mind with a touch, but he was so chill about it. But how, that is insane.

“The faster they know the better,” Aro whispered, his hand dragging across my sternum. I shivered in his touch.

“What are you?” I asked, the dull pain coming back to my side. “Vampirism isn’t such a bad thing...,” Caius murmured and got up next to us. These people were insane. This was all too much. This all is just one big prank. The red eyes were just contacts and Aros stupid ability was just good guesses. Aros hand moved to my upper arm and started to make circles on it.

“No darling, we are not insane, at least in the same way you think. You have nothing to worry about,” Aro whispered to my ear and somehow, I let myself melt on his arms.

“What’s going on? Something isn’t right...,” My voice became weaker than in the alley. His touch was soothing like no other.

“Marcus there can sense bonds between people. He can see them even if the people don’t know each other yet. And he can sense the bonds between us and you, darling,”

“What- what does that mean?” I asked voice trembling.

“Because vampires live for so long, they have something called mate. It's like a soulmate but they can be felt only at least when one of them is a vampire. And because I can sense bonds, I could feel that our mate was close by. And that mate happens to be you, Y/N” Marcus sounded so happy that it was hard to concentrate on his words.

You woke to soft touches. Feather light grazes over your nose and arms. Slow drags and patterns being drawn on your skin. It irritated you like a persistent fly trying to land on you in the middle of a summer night. You were warm and comfy, heavy soft blankets covered you and a soft feather pillow was below your head. Sleeping in this bed was heaven. It really was the comfiest you had been for years. Out of all the shit that the two maniacs beside you pulled, the strange expectations and rules in these moments you could almost forgive them. It was almost worth it for such a warm and cosy place to sleep... Almost.

You grunted and moved a hand batting at the soft skimming fingers across your face before whining trying to nuzzle deeper into the pillows as small soft cocoon of blankets. But the bed vibrated with soft chuckles breaking the peace of the morning. A large hand crept up your back and rested on the curve slowly massaging the taught muscles. Kal, you could tell by the monstrous size and heat of his palm, it seemed to devour your entire back. He was cooing softly trying to rouse you from your slumber. You huffed and tried to shrug him off rolling over only to gasp as you landed face first into Diana. She hummed before dipping down pressing a soft chaste kiss to you head. You sighed and ignored the affection deciding to take advantage of the woman’s willingness to cuddle in bed and snuggled into her wanting to get more sleep.

"Oh no you don’t poppet, come on get up, we have to get you into a sleep pattern." Kal said prodding at your ribs making you groan at him trying to fall back to sleep.

"Kal cant we let her sleep in just for a little bit? The doctor wont be here until later on" Diana asked slowly brushing her fingers through your hair. And coiled her arms around you pulling you closer to her trying to cuddle you.

You'd learnt over the last week or so that Diana was a safer bet then Kal. She could be reasonable and seemed to be afraid of truly upsetting you, she was desperate for you to love her and honestly? You could fake it. You just cooed at her and let her coddle you to get what you want. In that respect you were getting settled here learning that if you sought out Diana and shower her affection before asking for something you’d probably get it. So far it had gotten you strawberries and cream, fizzy drinks and sweet tea.

But Kal? He was a hard ass; he was firm and stern with his boundaries. He was affectionate with you but didn’t really give you much leeway. You could pull the wool over Diana’s eyes, but not the mighty kryptonian, and you didn’t want to push him either. You were not eager for another punishment and he knew it.

"She has the doctor this morning" Kal reminded Diana and leant over tucking his hands under your arms and dragged your half asleep from into his lap and let you rest back against his chest. You wriggled whining at him asking about the doctor. But he rocked you slowly hushing you whilst smoothing his hands over your form calming you with tender sweeps of his hot hands. You melted, relaxing against him involuntarily unable to resist the warm palms kneading your tense muscles. You hated yourself for it. You turned, eyes pleading with him. You were worried and anxious now that a doctor had been mentioned, you dread to think what they had planned for you. 

"There’s nothing for you to worry about sweetie, now lets get you ready for the day shall we?" He answered with a chuckle at your pout and tiny protests. But it was all for naught you felt like jelly and were still tired. You always struggled waking up in the mornings, you needed a good half an hour to wake up slowly and join the land of the living. This grogginess was only made worse after a few years of shitty sleep in a cold uncomfortable bed and fitful nights waking at every bump in the night fearing you'd been found.

Now you were warm, cosy in a soft bed and going to sleep with a full tummy it was heaven. You felt like you had months of sleep to catch up on. Ideally you wanted to hibernate for a few weeks. Your hands fisted tight in the warm blankets dragging them with you as Kal moved you to sit comfortably on his thighs. Unwilling to release the warm cosiness. You wanted to curl up and go back to sleep.

"But what Doctor? What are you talking about?" You mumbled trying to figure out what Diana meant whilst keeping your guard up, but it was hard when Diana’s hands joined Kals smoothing across your arms in slow circles delicately.

Diana hushed you as she continued to crawl closer almost straddling both you and Kal. You whined when she dipped forward pressing you back into Kal, whose chest rumbled with a chuckle. Before you could complain the amazon, goddess had craned forward pressing kiss after kiss across your cheeks humming as she moved across the reddening skin.

You mewled turning you head to escape, embarrassed by the way you seemed to be craving this type of affection. These little kissing and cuddling session were becoming more frequent, both of them were luring you in to their own passionate needs. Two stunning gods whom you used to harbour crushes on, who you’d have willingly been their 'side dish' now lathering you with the attention you once dreamed of? They were seducing you. And they were succeeding, slowly but surely you knew it, you could feel it.  It was the way you shivered at their touch, the way you heart would leap and you’d yip and moan silently, the way you hips would squirm. You knew you had to be strong and shut out these dangerous thoughts. But they were divine, perfectly crafted beautiful beings. And you were just a human.

"W-hat doctor mama? What doctor?" You uttered again determined to get an answer as you squirmed tilting your head as far as you could away from her frowning anxiously. Kals own head had dipped down lathering your neck and shoulder with kisses, two strong fingers grazing the strap of your night dress flicking it down your arm so he could suckle deep marks on your skin. He chuckled and pulled back when you jumped yelping raising a hand to catch the strap before you boob was unveiled. The last thing you needed was to tempt Diana to begin a journey south.

Instead, she settled for silencing you. Pressing a deep kiss to your lips. You cringed at first squeaking, still unused to kissing to woman 'properly' but she seemed to have no problems with your 'shy nature'. She moaned against your lips before sneaking a hand across your tummy, higher and higher until her lithe fingers found the hardened nub that crowned your breast. With her discovery she latched on, pinching and twisting the small pert jewel making you yelp and jerk back. Only to be held in place by Kal.

Diana’s victory was swift, and she didn’t hesitate to claim her prize. Her tongue dominated your mouth. Fucking it with her tongue gently before moaning and teasing you, coaxing your own tongue out to play, willing you to give in to her and enjoy yourself. She wanted you to love her, to give her something in return! It was when Kal bit on your neck you responded.

Moaning and craning forward, telling yourself it was to survive, the kissing, caresses calling them mama and daddy behaving yourself for them! It was all to get through this alive. Not because you enjoyed it.

You moaned again louder into Diana when her tongue grazed the roof of your mouth. It tickled but sent another sensation, a straight to your mound. You arched violently yipping louder and squealed, hips rocking up towards her as she moved again, faster and harder drawing patterns across the newly found sensitive skin. Kal wasn’t one to be left out and quickly lapped at the little hidden spot below your jaw, nipping with his front teeth and kissing at it. Sucking almost trying to nurse at it.

You arched again and wailed tearing away from the woman before you and whimpered, crying out in wordless plea for them to stop. Hands fisting in the blankets and hips tense, body quivering as you fought to hold yourself together, while these two perfect monsters tried to make you shatter. It was a battle of wills. It was always a battle of wills, finally they ceased their teasing and stopped.

You whined and relaxed as they both backed off with chuckles. It was frightening, proof that they could do as the pleased and stop at anytime. But it had nothing to do with you begging them to stop. They chose to stop on their own terms it was like they were toying with you, flaunting their control over you. Once you calmed down you whined meekly asking about the doctor again trying to wriggle an answer from them.

"See I told you she'd get nervous. She never liked the doctors, Bruce had to send Alfred with her to make sure she went" Kal purred before reattaching himself to the throbbing jugular below his lips lathering it with his tongue and moaning into the trapped skin, mouthing it with his teeth tasting you like a beast. You jerked away from him drawing a sigh from the male.

They always did this, spoke over you letting you hear snippets of their plans but skirted around issues. It was frustrating. The way they would unknowingly tease you with little tid bits of information before chuckling at your questions and wave you off like a child patting your head or telling you not to worry.

But that’s all you seemed to have done since you got here. Worry panic and deliberate over each and every move you made, watching the two insane gods slowly, trying not to miss a trick. If you wanted to survive this and come out somewhat unscathed then you couldn’t let your guard down. But it was tricky.

They were sly. And just as much as you were figuring out their triggers and how to avoid sending either one into a frantic rant. They were figuring you out. They were learning what threats and warnings worked. Your life had become one of those cliché Stockholm syndrome situations. As much as you were terrified and tried to convince yourself you were being coerced into their crazy bullshit. You also began to revel in it, leaning into them, arching against them in the cold nights when you got afraid, curling into Diana and holding her tightly when the nightmares came.

"M-mama? What doctors?" You tried again pleading and blinking up at Diana who’d finally pulled back. And was shuffling across the bed to get up. She paused and glanced at you sadly, she could feel the fear, the worry. You really didn’t like the doctors, she felt guilty and looked to Kal, eyes asking if it was really necessary. 

"Diana, we discussed this. Its better to be safe then sorry. Once its done. Its done and we wont have to worry. We need to know all about our little one’s health. And if she’s tired it will be easier to instil nap time once we are back, we wont have to tucker her out" he said not even looking at you as his hands began teasing the blankets from your grasp and began bouncing one knee jolting you so you couldn’t  fall back to sleep.

"Oh, I didn’t even think about that" Diana mused and walked to the bed taking you from Kal as he finally tugged the blankets from you.

"Come on babygirl up we get" she cooed hoisting you up settling you on one hip and managed to move about the room with you pulling out a sweet outfit, simple black leggings and over sized Disney sweater with Marie from the aristocrats movie. You frowned as she moved about swatting your hands when you tried to dress yourself.

"Come on now behave, the quicker we get you dressed the quicker we can have breakfast" she preened trying to stay jolly but you could see she was nervous about something. Which in turn made you nervous. It felt like there was a rock in the pit of your stomach, cold and heavy rolling around with every tiny movement.

Breakfast was over surprisingly fast, you no longer argued with them. By this point you just accepted your choice? Eat the food or suffer another humiliating bottle feed. The one-time you’d actually pushed them both far enough to do that they had followed through. And had a fucking visitor! An unnamed faceless soldier had arrived to hand in some super secret important reports that couldn’t  wait.

Your struggled against Diana who was holding you firmly in her lap. As the soldier stole glances at you clearly puzzled by you being cradled and bottle fed. But he said nothing. You cried out to the point of choking on the milky baby porridge. Making Diana pull away tipping you up and patting your back as you coughed and cried, promising you’d eat the eggs and toast. You thought that was it over and she'd save you some embarrassment but it was no use.

She merely stood with you as you struggled kicking and grabbing trying to get out of her grip. But she was much stronger than you and managed to tug your hands off lf the table scolding that it was too late to eat your big girl breakfast because the eggs were cold. You shouted out in defeat when you realised, she was heading for Kal, who was giving you a stern look clearly unimpressed with your stewing tantrum. you cried harder as embarrassment washed over you, your unwelcome audience watched the scene unfold with curiosity.

The second Kals hands captured you froze Kal. Kal didn’t miss a beat, you were tucked against him being told off for misbehaving before having to bottle stuck back into you mouth with the threat to drink nicely and stop crying before he gave you something to cry about. Kal made a point to drag out the discussion with the soldier keeping the other man there for the duration of your breakfast only dolling out orders and dismissing the human when you’d finished the bottle and were being sat up and cradled by Kal.

You realise after that they had been teaching you a lesson. It was probably a set up, having the man come in and see your shame. They didn’t care who saw this little dynamic. Or where they were, if you didn’t do as they wanted you would feel their consequences no matter the time or place. 

You’d bawled your eyes out afterwards so utterly crushed and embarrassed. Only to receive the whole 'its your own fault' lecture from the two.

The event was seared into your mind, you’d made sure to tread carefully since, you had no doubt that Kal or Diana would have upended you and spanked you in front of the solider. And that treading carefully also meant pleasing them, giving in and trying to keep both Kal and Diana sweet until an escape opportunity arose.

"What are you concentrating so hard on sweetie?" Kal said lightly. Pulling you out of your musing pressing a finger to your nose giving it a light boop. You scrunched your nose and leaned back away from him huffing. But he just chuckled at you and held out a small pair of flats. And then made another point to remind you to behave while you were out today. The warning was quickly followed by him asking if there was a stuffy you wanted to take with you.

You declined and slipped your feet into the shoes before asking again about the doctor, your anxiety building. But he just smiled patting your head before motioning you to stand and follow him as he made his way across the home to the front door.

"But daddy? Where are we going?" You asked slowly trying to remain calm as Kal walked to the front door capturing your wrist and tucking into his hand. Guiding you around like a toddler that needed reins. Diana was behind you placing a few things into a shallow handbag. It was strange seeing her dressed up in normal clothes yet Kal was in his war suit. His black cape almost cocooning you shielding you in the billowing black fabric. Where ever you were off to he needed to look the part of big scary dick-tator but Diana didn’t? You chuckled at your own little play on words.

"Out sweetie" Kal replied and glanced to Diana who finally caught up zipping up her bag whilst stepping down the hall way towards you both.

"Out? Where!?" You said a little excitement escaping through the words. You couldn’t help it; two weeks had passed and you hadn’t been outside of the... apartment? You absentmindedly tugged once more trying to free your wrist from Kals mighty grip, twisting and pulling. 

"Don’t get yourself too excited we are just going to another level of the tower is all" Diana giggled finding the tiny burst of excitement sweet.

"Oh" you sighed deflating slightly. Kal ran his thumb over your wrist in a tiny hidden affectionate gesture before placing his other hand on the flat panel by the door. One small beep and a loud secure clunk later the door was opened and you all passed through.

You held your breath, eyes going wide as you were led out of the prison you’d been confined to. For a split second your feet stumbled, itching to run. You wanted to bolt down the corridor and run! You knew there was no real escape but you could feel the quivering in your legs. You strode along with Kal slowly inching yourself ahead of him, tugging on your wrist trying to pull him.

"Hold daddies’ hand nicely sweetie" Diana said with a stern undertone to her words. You paused and cast her a glance. She'd noticed the way you were ready to run.

"But I can-" you tried to reason with her, unconsciously pivoting baring your weight on your arm, tugging down trying to twist free of Kals hand.

"Come on baby, hold my hand nicely or you'll be carried" Kal interrupted quickly trying to nip the impending argument in the butt. They'd not got twelve feet from the front door and you were already acting up.

"I? I can walk nicely though" you insisted looking up at him giving your best puppy eyes, trying to be innocent and small.  But he quirked a brow at you tilting his head at you making you shrink back in the way only he could.

"Hold my hand. Or I will carry you." He reiterated moving his palm over your wrist trying to force you to hold it like a child. You frowned and gave a tiny shake of your head.

"We could go and get the reins? So, you can walk on your own and won’t wander off" Diana began and made to turn around to retrieve a new humiliation for you. You yelped panic washing over you making you whine hands blindly reaching for Kals and quickly grasped it, cupping your own around his tightly. You held it up to her showing you were doing as you were told and there was no need to resort to anymore embarrassing punishments.

"Good girl! See this isn’t so bad, is it?" Kal hummed and began walking once more swinging your clasped hands to and fro as you all travelled down the corridor.

"I just wanted to prove I could walk nicely" you muttered hanging your head. You couldn’t catch the words as they slipped out. You weren’t even sure if it was an excuse or if you meant them. You felt defeated and sad, scolded. You didn’t like the disappointment that had welled inside of you. It meant there must be a sliver of truth. Perhaps you did want to prove you could be good for them outside too... only so they would let their guard down of course. You didn’t really want to please them and make them proud.

"You will poppet, but the tower is big and there are lots of turns you could get lost sweetie" Diana insisted as she moved to walk along side you petting your hair as you all walked together.

You sighed but kept quiet, too lost in your own confusing feelings about the new situation.  You had wanted to memorise the many twists and turns you all took through out the tower. But it was hard to when you felt so torn. You hated this, these feelings, the little voice inside that was justifying their behaviour, the excuses you found yourself making for them. It was frightening but... they were growing on you. Each day that passed made you question yourself more and more. You knew soon you’d give up and resign yourself here. Accept the new life they had given you.

Slowly the halls became more occupied as you moved deeper into the tower. It would seem the apartment was secluded from the rest; it gave you a little comfort at least no one was hearing you through the walls. You jumped as the men around you all dropped to their knees as you walked passed them. Kal didn’t acknowledge them just continued down the hall, giving you light tugs to make you stop looking at the kneeling men with bowed heads.

Your head followed the men who all stayed put until the sound of an opening door before you snapped your head front and centre again. Kal crossed the threshold into the new large room.

"Clear the hall" was the next thing you heard, you turned at Diana’s stern voice. And watched in fascination as the men all darted up and practically ran down the way you just came. Each trying to clear he hall way as fast as they could.

It was a few moments later you were being hoisted into Kal’s lap as he sat on an exam bed. The tower had a large doctors office... without the waiting room. You winced and fidgeted on the former hero’s lap, squirming slightly not liking the way he had wound himself around you so tightly. One arm curled like a band of steel across your waist. It was unnerving, he felt odd. A foreboding feeling, why did he seem anxious enough to hold you close? Was he worried about you trying to run? And if so, why? What was going on.

"Wh-whats happening? Daddy? Why are we here?" You pleaded trying to turn to face him a sinking feeling pulling your gut. You didn’t like this at all, not just because you didn’t particularly like the doctors but something felt off.

"We are here to see your doctor sweetie" he replied with a gentle bouncing on his knee as if to placate you like a child. You whined still glancing around the room looking for any thing more sinister then a generic medical suite.

"But I’m not sick" you uttered throwing your head around once more trying to peak into the small section concealed by a blue ward curtain.

"No, your not but your not entirely healthy, so we got a nice new doctor to come and check you over. Just a quick little check up and then we will be back home" Diana added inching closer conveniently blocking you from looking deeper into the room. She flicked her gaze behind you to Kal with what could only be described as apprehension.

"But I don’t want-" your protest was cut off as the main door opened and closed behind a tall slim man with glasses holding a clipboard.  He was donned in a white coat, a tell tale stethoscope around his neck. He was clearly a doctor; he approached the three of you with confidence.  But it wasn’t until he was a few feet away you noted the confidence didn’t quite reach his eyes. He was scared, his anxiety washed over you making panic bloom in your chest. Why was he so nervous? What were these maniacs making him do?

"Lord Kal, lady Diana its a pleasure, I do apologise for my tardiness,  I was double checking I had understood the notes properly" he spoke calmly, you had to commend him. The man managed a to pull off perfect professionalism despite being fearful. Both Kal and Diana nodded to him in greeting watching him like a hawk.

"And this must be my new patient?" He added looking to you not wanting to be rude. Kal subtly pulled you closer, inching you out of the humans reach and answered for you before you could make a sound.

"Yes, this is y/n" Kal said and stood up from the bed, taking you with him, holding you to his waist with a single arm wrapped across your hips making your feet hover a few inches off of the floor.

"What notes?" You asked with a frown deciding to for go the 'I can speak for myself' battle and find out exactly what was going on here.

"Shh love the grown ups are talking sweetie" Diana hushed you stepping closer to you, it would seem she didn’t want to be far from you either. You pivoted around with a light shudder and tried peaking at the doctor who made a point of overlooking you. Instead smiling to both Diana and Kal.

You woke to soft touches. Feather light grazes over your nose and arms. Slow drags and patterns being drawn on your skin. It irritated you like a persistent fly trying to land on you in the middle of a summer night. You were warm and comfy, heavy soft blankets covered you and a soft feather pillow was below your head. Sleeping in this bed was heaven. It really was the comfiest you had been for years. Out of all the shit that the two maniacs beside you pulled, the strange expectations and rules in these moments you could almost forgive them. It was almost worth it for such a warm and cosy place to sleep... Almost.

You grunted and moved a hand batting at the soft skimming fingers across your face before whining trying to nuzzle deeper into the pillows as small soft cocoon of blankets. But the bed vibrated with soft chuckles breaking the peace of the morning. A large hand crept up your back and rested on the curve slowly massaging the taught muscles. Kal, you could tell by the monstrous size and heat of his palm, it seemed to devour your entire back. He was cooing softly trying to rouse you from your slumber. You huffed and tried to shrug him off rolling over only to gasp as you landed face first into Diana. She hummed before dipping down pressing a soft chaste kiss to you head. You sighed and ignored the affection deciding to take advantage of the woman’s willingness to cuddle in bed and snuggled into her wanting to get more sleep.

"Oh no you don’t poppet, come on get up, we have to get you into a sleep pattern." Kal said prodding at your ribs making you groan at him trying to fall back to sleep.

"Kal cant we let her sleep in just for a little bit? The doctor wont be here until later on" Diana asked slowly brushing her fingers through your hair. And coiled her arms around you pulling you closer to her trying to cuddle you.

You'd learnt over the last week or so that Diana was a safer bet then Kal. She could be reasonable and seemed to be afraid of truly upsetting you, she was desperate for you to love her and honestly? You could fake it. You just cooed at her and let her coddle you to get what you want. In that respect you were getting settled here learning that if you sought out Diana and shower her affection before asking for something you’d probably get it. So far it had gotten you strawberries and cream, fizzy drinks and sweet tea.

But Kal? He was a hard ass; he was firm and stern with his boundaries. He was affectionate with you but didn’t really give you much leeway. You could pull the wool over Diana’s eyes, but not the mighty kryptonian, and you didn’t want to push him either. You were not eager for another punishment and he knew it.

"She has the doctor this morning" Kal reminded Diana and leant over tucking his hands under your arms and dragged your half asleep from into his lap and let you rest back against his chest. You wriggled whining at him asking about the doctor. But he rocked you slowly hushing you whilst smoothing his hands over your form calming you with tender sweeps of his hot hands. You melted, relaxing against him involuntarily unable to resist the warm palms kneading your tense muscles. You hated yourself for it. You turned, eyes pleading with him. You were worried and anxious now that a doctor had been mentioned, you dread to think what they had planned for you. 

"There’s nothing for you to worry about sweetie, now lets get you ready for the day shall we?" He answered with a chuckle at your pout and tiny protests. But it was all for naught you felt like jelly and were still tired. You always struggled waking up in the mornings, you needed a good half an hour to wake up slowly and join the land of the living. This grogginess was only made worse after a few years of shitty sleep in a cold uncomfortable bed and fitful nights waking at every bump in the night fearing you'd been found.

Now you were warm, cosy in a soft bed and going to sleep with a full tummy it was heaven. You felt like you had months of sleep to catch up on. Ideally you wanted to hibernate for a few weeks. Your hands fisted tight in the warm blankets dragging them with you as Kal moved you to sit comfortably on his thighs. Unwilling to release the warm cosiness. You wanted to curl up and go back to sleep.

"But what Doctor? What are you talking about?" You mumbled trying to figure out what Diana meant whilst keeping your guard up, but it was hard when Diana’s hands joined Kals smoothing across your arms in slow circles delicately.

Diana hushed you as she continued to crawl closer almost straddling both you and Kal. You whined when she dipped forward pressing you back into Kal, whose chest rumbled with a chuckle. Before you could complain the amazon, goddess had craned forward pressing kiss after kiss across your cheeks humming as she moved across the reddening skin.

You mewled turning you head to escape, embarrassed by the way you seemed to be craving this type of affection. These little kissing and cuddling session were becoming more frequent, both of them were luring you in to their own passionate needs. Two stunning gods whom you used to harbour crushes on, who you’d have willingly been their 'side dish' now lathering you with the attention you once dreamed of? They were seducing you. And they were succeeding, slowly but surely you knew it, you could feel it.  It was the way you shivered at their touch, the way you heart would leap and you’d yip and moan silently, the way you hips would squirm. You knew you had to be strong and shut out these dangerous thoughts. But they were divine, perfectly crafted beautiful beings. And you were just a human.

"W-hat doctor mama? What doctor?" You uttered again determined to get an answer as you squirmed tilting your head as far as you could away from her frowning anxiously. Kals own head had dipped down lathering your neck and shoulder with kisses, two strong fingers grazing the strap of your night dress flicking it down your arm so he could suckle deep marks on your skin. He chuckled and pulled back when you jumped yelping raising a hand to catch the strap before you boob was unveiled. The last thing you needed was to tempt Diana to begin a journey south.

Instead, she settled for silencing you. Pressing a deep kiss to your lips. You cringed at first squeaking, still unused to kissing to woman 'properly' but she seemed to have no problems with your 'shy nature'. She moaned against your lips before sneaking a hand across your tummy, higher and higher until her lithe fingers found the hardened nub that crowned your breast. With her discovery she latched on, pinching and twisting the small pert jewel making you yelp and jerk back. Only to be held in place by Kal.

Diana’s victory was swift, and she didn’t hesitate to claim her prize. Her tongue dominated your mouth. Fucking it with her tongue gently before moaning and teasing you, coaxing your own tongue out to play, willing you to give in to her and enjoy yourself. She wanted you to love her, to give her something in return! It was when Kal bit on your neck you responded.

Moaning and craning forward, telling yourself it was to survive, the kissing, caresses calling them mama and daddy behaving yourself for them! It was all to get through this alive. Not because you enjoyed it.

You moaned again louder into Diana when her tongue grazed the roof of your mouth. It tickled but sent another sensation, a straight to your mound. You arched violently yipping louder and squealed, hips rocking up towards her as she moved again, faster and harder drawing patterns across the newly found sensitive skin. Kal wasn’t one to be left out and quickly lapped at the little hidden spot below your jaw, nipping with his front teeth and kissing at it. Sucking almost trying to nurse at it.

You arched again and wailed tearing away from the woman before you and whimpered, crying out in wordless plea for them to stop. Hands fisting in the blankets and hips tense, body quivering as you fought to hold yourself together, while these two perfect monsters tried to make you shatter. It was a battle of wills. It was always a battle of wills, finally they ceased their teasing and stopped.

You whined and relaxed as they both backed off with chuckles. It was frightening, proof that they could do as the pleased and stop at anytime. But it had nothing to do with you begging them to stop. They chose to stop on their own terms it was like they were toying with you, flaunting their control over you. Once you calmed down you whined meekly asking about the doctor again trying to wriggle an answer from them.

"See I told you she'd get nervous. She never liked the doctors, Bruce had to send Alfred with her to make sure she went" Kal purred before reattaching himself to the throbbing jugular below his lips lathering it with his tongue and moaning into the trapped skin, mouthing it with his teeth tasting you like a beast. You jerked away from him drawing a sigh from the male.

They always did this, spoke over you letting you hear snippets of their plans but skirted around issues. It was frustrating. The way they would unknowingly tease you with little tid bits of information before chuckling at your questions and wave you off like a child patting your head or telling you not to worry.

But that’s all you seemed to have done since you got here. Worry panic and deliberate over each and every move you made, watching the two insane gods slowly, trying not to miss a trick. If you wanted to survive this and come out somewhat unscathed then you couldn’t let your guard down. But it was tricky.

They were sly. And just as much as you were figuring out their triggers and how to avoid sending either one into a frantic rant. They were figuring you out. They were learning what threats and warnings worked. Your life had become one of those cliché Stockholm syndrome situations. As much as you were terrified and tried to convince yourself you were being coerced into their crazy bullshit. You also began to revel in it, leaning into them, arching against them in the cold nights when you got afraid, curling into Diana and holding her tightly when the nightmares came.

"M-mama? What doctors?" You tried again pleading and blinking up at Diana who’d finally pulled back. And was shuffling across the bed to get up. She paused and glanced at you sadly, she could feel the fear, the worry. You really didn’t like the doctors, she felt guilty and looked to Kal, eyes asking if it was really necessary. 

"Diana, we discussed this. Its better to be safe then sorry. Once its done. Its done and we wont have to worry. We need to know all about our little one’s health. And if she’s tired it will be easier to instil nap time once we are back, we wont have to tucker her out" he said not even looking at you as his hands began teasing the blankets from your grasp and began bouncing one knee jolting you so you couldn’t  fall back to sleep.

"Oh, I didn’t even think about that" Diana mused and walked to the bed taking you from Kal as he finally tugged the blankets from you.

"Come on babygirl up we get" she cooed hoisting you up settling you on one hip and managed to move about the room with you pulling out a sweet outfit, simple black leggings and over sized Disney sweater with Marie from the aristocrats movie. You frowned as she moved about swatting your hands when you tried to dress yourself.

"Come on now behave, the quicker we get you dressed the quicker we can have breakfast" she preened trying to stay jolly but you could see she was nervous about something. Which in turn made you nervous. It felt like there was a rock in the pit of your stomach, cold and heavy rolling around with every tiny movement.

Breakfast was over surprisingly fast, you no longer argued with them. By this point you just accepted your choice? Eat the food or suffer another humiliating bottle feed. The one-time you’d actually pushed them both far enough to do that they had followed through. And had a fucking visitor! An unnamed faceless soldier had arrived to hand in some super secret important reports that couldn’t  wait.

Your struggled against Diana who was holding you firmly in her lap. As the soldier stole glances at you clearly puzzled by you being cradled and bottle fed. But he said nothing. You cried out to the point of choking on the milky baby porridge. Making Diana pull away tipping you up and patting your back as you coughed and cried, promising you’d eat the eggs and toast. You thought that was it over and she'd save you some embarrassment but it was no use.

She merely stood with you as you struggled kicking and grabbing trying to get out of her grip. But she was much stronger than you and managed to tug your hands off lf the table scolding that it was too late to eat your big girl breakfast because the eggs were cold. You shouted out in defeat when you realised, she was heading for Kal, who was giving you a stern look clearly unimpressed with your stewing tantrum. you cried harder as embarrassment washed over you, your unwelcome audience watched the scene unfold with curiosity.

The second Kals hands captured you froze Kal. Kal didn’t miss a beat, you were tucked against him being told off for misbehaving before having to bottle stuck back into you mouth with the threat to drink nicely and stop crying before he gave you something to cry about. Kal made a point to drag out the discussion with the soldier keeping the other man there for the duration of your breakfast only dolling out orders and dismissing the human when you’d finished the bottle and were being sat up and cradled by Kal.

You realise after that they had been teaching you a lesson. It was probably a set up, having the man come in and see your shame. They didn’t care who saw this little dynamic. Or where they were, if you didn’t do as they wanted you would feel their consequences no matter the time or place. 

You’d bawled your eyes out afterwards so utterly crushed and embarrassed. Only to receive the whole 'its your own fault' lecture from the two.

The event was seared into your mind, you’d made sure to tread carefully since, you had no doubt that Kal or Diana would have upended you and spanked you in front of the solider. And that treading carefully also meant pleasing them, giving in and trying to keep both Kal and Diana sweet until an escape opportunity arose.

"What are you concentrating so hard on sweetie?" Kal said lightly. Pulling you out of your musing pressing a finger to your nose giving it a light boop. You scrunched your nose and leaned back away from him huffing. But he just chuckled at you and held out a small pair of flats. And then made another point to remind you to behave while you were out today. The warning was quickly followed by him asking if there was a stuffy you wanted to take with you.

You declined and slipped your feet into the shoes before asking again about the doctor, your anxiety building. But he just smiled patting your head before motioning you to stand and follow him as he made his way across the home to the front door.

"But daddy? Where are we going?" You asked slowly trying to remain calm as Kal walked to the front door capturing your wrist and tucking into his hand. Guiding you around like a toddler that needed reins. Diana was behind you placing a few things into a shallow handbag. It was strange seeing her dressed up in normal clothes yet Kal was in his war suit. His black cape almost cocooning you shielding you in the billowing black fabric. Where ever you were off to he needed to look the part of big scary dick-tator but Diana didn’t? You chuckled at your own little play on words.

"Out sweetie" Kal replied and glanced to Diana who finally caught up zipping up her bag whilst stepping down the hall way towards you both.

"Out? Where!?" You said a little excitement escaping through the words. You couldn’t help it; two weeks had passed and you hadn’t been outside of the... apartment? You absentmindedly tugged once more trying to free your wrist from Kals mighty grip, twisting and pulling. 

"Don’t get yourself too excited we are just going to another level of the tower is all" Diana giggled finding the tiny burst of excitement sweet.

"Oh" you sighed deflating slightly. Kal ran his thumb over your wrist in a tiny hidden affectionate gesture before placing his other hand on the flat panel by the door. One small beep and a loud secure clunk later the door was opened and you all passed through.

You held your breath, eyes going wide as you were led out of the prison you’d been confined to. For a split second your feet stumbled, itching to run. You wanted to bolt down the corridor and run! You knew there was no real escape but you could feel the quivering in your legs. You strode along with Kal slowly inching yourself ahead of him, tugging on your wrist trying to pull him.

"Hold daddies’ hand nicely sweetie" Diana said with a stern undertone to her words. You paused and cast her a glance. She'd noticed the way you were ready to run.

"But I can-" you tried to reason with her, unconsciously pivoting baring your weight on your arm, tugging down trying to twist free of Kals hand.

"Come on baby, hold my hand nicely or you'll be carried" Kal interrupted quickly trying to nip the impending argument in the butt. They'd not got twelve feet from the front door and you were already acting up.

"I? I can walk nicely though" you insisted looking up at him giving your best puppy eyes, trying to be innocent and small.  But he quirked a brow at you tilting his head at you making you shrink back in the way only he could.

"Hold my hand. Or I will carry you." He reiterated moving his palm over your wrist trying to force you to hold it like a child. You frowned and gave a tiny shake of your head.

"We could go and get the reins? So, you can walk on your own and won’t wander off" Diana began and made to turn around to retrieve a new humiliation for you. You yelped panic washing over you making you whine hands blindly reaching for Kals and quickly grasped it, cupping your own around his tightly. You held it up to her showing you were doing as you were told and there was no need to resort to anymore embarrassing punishments.

"Good girl! See this isn’t so bad, is it?" Kal hummed and began walking once more swinging your clasped hands to and fro as you all travelled down the corridor.

"I just wanted to prove I could walk nicely" you muttered hanging your head. You couldn’t catch the words as they slipped out. You weren’t even sure if it was an excuse or if you meant them. You felt defeated and sad, scolded. You didn’t like the disappointment that had welled inside of you. It meant there must be a sliver of truth. Perhaps you did want to prove you could be good for them outside too... only so they would let their guard down of course. You didn’t really want to please them and make them proud.

"You will poppet, but the tower is big and there are lots of turns you could get lost sweetie" Diana insisted as she moved to walk along side you petting your hair as you all walked together.

You sighed but kept quiet, too lost in your own confusing feelings about the new situation.  You had wanted to memorise the many twists and turns you all took through out the tower. But it was hard to when you felt so torn. You hated this, these feelings, the little voice inside that was justifying their behaviour, the excuses you found yourself making for them. It was frightening but... they were growing on you. Each day that passed made you question yourself more and more. You knew soon you’d give up and resign yourself here. Accept the new life they had given you.

Slowly the halls became more occupied as you moved deeper into the tower. It would seem the apartment was secluded from the rest; it gave you a little comfort at least no one was hearing you through the walls. You jumped as the men around you all dropped to their knees as you walked passed them. Kal didn’t acknowledge them just continued down the hall, giving you light tugs to make you stop looking at the kneeling men with bowed heads.

Your head followed the men who all stayed put until the sound of an opening door before you snapped your head front and centre again. Kal crossed the threshold into the new large room.

"Clear the hall" was the next thing you heard, you turned at Diana’s stern voice. And watched in fascination as the men all darted up and practically ran down the way you just came. Each trying to clear he hall way as fast as they could.

It was a few moments later you were being hoisted into Kal’s lap as he sat on an exam bed. The tower had a large doctors office... without the waiting room. You winced and fidgeted on the former hero’s lap, squirming slightly not liking the way he had wound himself around you so tightly. One arm curled like a band of steel across your waist. It was unnerving, he felt odd. A foreboding feeling, why did he seem anxious enough to hold you close? Was he worried about you trying to run? And if so, why? What was going on.

"Wh-whats happening? Daddy? Why are we here?" You pleaded trying to turn to face him a sinking feeling pulling your gut. You didn’t like this at all, not just because you didn’t particularly like the doctors but something felt off.

"We are here to see your doctor sweetie" he replied with a gentle bouncing on his knee as if to placate you like a child. You whined still glancing around the room looking for any thing more sinister then a generic medical suite.

"But I’m not sick" you uttered throwing your head around once more trying to peak into the small section concealed by a blue ward curtain.

"No, your not but your not entirely healthy, so we got a nice new doctor to come and check you over. Just a quick little check up and then we will be back home" Diana added inching closer conveniently blocking you from looking deeper into the room. She flicked her gaze behind you to Kal with what could only be described as apprehension.

"But I don’t want-" your protest was cut off as the main door opened and closed behind a tall slim man with glasses holding a clipboard.  He was donned in a white coat, a tell tale stethoscope around his neck. He was clearly a doctor; he approached the three of you with confidence.  But it wasn’t until he was a few feet away you noted the confidence didn’t quite reach his eyes. He was scared, his anxiety washed over you making panic bloom in your chest. Why was he so nervous? What were these maniacs making him do?

"Lord Kal, lady Diana its a pleasure, I do apologise for my tardiness,  I was double checking I had understood the notes properly" he spoke calmly, you had to commend him. The man managed a to pull off perfect professionalism despite being fearful. Both Kal and Diana nodded to him in greeting watching him like a hawk.

"And this must be my new patient?" He added looking to you not wanting to be rude. Kal subtly pulled you closer, inching you out of the humans reach and answered for you before you could make a sound.

"Yes, this is y/n" Kal said and stood up from the bed, taking you with him, holding you to his waist with a single arm wrapped across your hips making your feet hover a few inches off of the floor.

"What notes?" You asked with a frown deciding to for go the 'I can speak for myself' battle and find out exactly what was going on here.

"Shh love the grown ups are talking sweetie" Diana hushed you stepping closer to you, it would seem she didn’t want to be far from you either. You pivoted around with a light shudder and tried peaking at the doctor who made a point of overlooking you. Instead smiling to both Diana and Kal.

You want to swallow but your mouth is bone dry. Heat pools between your thighs and you subtly shift on your heels, squeezing them together. Steve’s keen eyes drop to your pussy and you swear he can right through your skirt, past your lacy panties, to your pulsating clit.

“Then why-“ you clear your throat, still unable to swallow. You’re melting under their intense gazes. Your panties are drenched, you want to clench your thighs again, but you’re frozen before them. “Why did you hire me?”

They exchange glances, a silent conversation that ends with Bucky nodding his head. Steve turns his attention to you, icy blue eyes sliding down your body for one long breathtaking minute before climbing back up to your face.

Purely selfish reasons, mo chridhe.” Steve states simply, tapping his long tattooed fingers on his thigh. “We saw how hard you were working at your old job and we know you deserve better. We wanted you away from that place so it was either buy it or hire you."

He shrugs, like it was a simple choice. But the underlying desperation and need thickens his tone and it seeps into your chest making your heart race.

"We offered you this position more as a chance for you to get to know us without any pressure, we can be overwhelming at times.” That’s an understatement. “But we can’t wait anymore, we want you to be ours. Now.”

Bucky leans forward, elbows on his knees. His eager eyes capture yours. “When you become ours, you can do whatever you want. You have no idea how much we love having you around the office.” He smiles at you, his tongue sweeps across his lip, voice deepening. “But we would rather spoil you.”

“Sp-spoil me?” Your brows furrow, confusion flitting across your face. This is not how you thought your morning was going to go. Your mind races, trying to process what’s happening.

“Why me?”

“Yes, spoil you.” Steve tilts his head, mirroring your expression. “And why not you?” He reaches out his large hand, beckoning you to him. It’s like he’s pulling a string inside you, tugging you into their orbit. You’re helpless to resist, your feet moving on their own until you’re standing between his thighs.

“Why you?” He hums softly, his hands grazing the sides of your thighs, pushing your pinstriped skirt up your thighs. “Because mo chridhe you are special.”

You thought Bucky’s eyes were captivating, but nothing prepared you for the intensity of Steve’s darkened blues as he sits up, bringing you closer until you can see the specks of green in them.

“You’re beautiful and amazing, and we want you more than anything in this world. We want to give you everything we have and then if you need more, we’ll find a way to give you more.”

There’s a simple power behind his statement, letting you know he means every single word.

You startle slightly when warm, rough hands settle on your shoulders, turning your head you see Bucky standing behind you. Steve’s cologne, spiced orange with a hint of vanilla fills your nose, it’s enhanced by the bergamot and smoked cedar wafting off of Bucky.

It’s intoxicating being caught between the two of them, hands sweeping over your skin, touching you reverently like they can’t believe you’re really with them.

You can’t help but notice the differences between them, but it’s their similarities, dazzling blue eyes, broad shoulders, tattooed muscular forearms and hands and but it’s how they make you feel small and cherished that you keep thinking about.

“Let’s show our girl what’s she in for if she says yes,” Bucky murmurs, sliding his hands down to your waist. A grin forms on his chiseled face, the heat of his body permeates your skin and you want to lean into him and bask in it. He slowly bends down behind you and you shiver at the sight of him on his knees for you.

“I’m going to enjoy ruining you mo chridhe, by the time we’re done you won’t remember anything but how good we make you feel.” Steve grabs your chin, turning your face back to him.

You feel Buck’s fingers hook under the band of your panties and he drags them down your legs. Steve reaches for your calf with his free hand, helping you step out of them.

It’s erotic and powerful the way they’re stripping you bare while remaining fully clothed, you might have felt embarrassed but they keep murmuring soft praises about your body that make you want to preen.

Steve still has your chin in his hand, and he grabs your ass pushing you on his lap. You latch on to his shoulders, your legs on either side of his, his pants feel soft on your skin, but it can’t conceal how thick and powerful his thighs are. It’s as if he’s reading your mind because his next words make your stomach flutter. “Next time, you’re going to slide your pretty little pussy all over my thigh until I’m soaked, and then I’m going to spend all day with you dripping off of me.

Oh fuck.

If you weren’t drenched before, you’re practically dripping now, your cunt clenches down and a low whimper builds in your throat. You don’t have time to respond to that because Bucky is tilting your hips up, the cool conditioned air hits your heated folds but before the shiver is halfway up your spine, his warm wet tongue is on you.

Bucky is ravenous, the way he’s licking and sucking you is filthy and vulgar and loud. And god does it feel good. His mouth is doing things to your clit, you didn’t know where possible. Steve rubs your lower back, greedily watching him devour you.

“Good girl. C’mon Bucky, I know you can do better than that, you’ve been talking about her pussy for weeks now and that’s all you’re going to give our girl.” He goads with a dark chuckle.

All.

All.

He’s sucking your soul out of your body and Steve is saying he can do better. You can’t handle more.

“Waitwaitwait! I can’t take-oh shit.” The words are ripped from your throat and you keen.

Bucky’s tongue becomes frenzied, a flurry of motions that send pulse after pulse of sensations through you. Tears burn your eyes, noises you don’t even recognize fall from your lips.

It only encourages Bucky, and he keeps going like you're his last meal and he needs to savor every drop you give him.

You fall forward on Steve’s firm chest, muffling your sobs into his shoulder. You inadvertently expose yourself more to Bucky and oh does he take advantage, his lips wrap around your swollen clit and he sucks you into his mouth so hard your back arches.

“Fuuuuk,” your thin wail resonates across the office, you don’t know how many times they discussed ways they were going to make you scream. And now that they’ve heard you, they’re addicted to the breathy sounds you make.

You dig your fingers into Steve’s shoulders and try to lift away from Bucky’s mouth, needing a break from the endless sensations forming inside you.

“Ah ah, let him eat mo chridhe.” Steve chides, pulling your hips back down. “Bucky’s been waiting so long to have a taste of you, you gotta let him finish. Is she everything you dreamed of?”

“So good, fuck Steve, she tastes so good.” Bucky moans into your pussy, the vibrations of his deep voice ripple across your pulsating clit and you wail. They always work in tandem, and tearing you apart is no different.

“You hear how much he loves eating your pussy,” Steve groans, slipping his hand between your bodies, pushing Buckys tongue away so he can roll your clit between his calloused fingers, “Fuck you’re so wet for us, bet Buck’s face is drenched, that’s our good girl, make a mess on his face.”

Bucky huffs his annoyance, then he sees your entrance clenching, begging to be filled. And he gives your pussy what she wants, placing his hands on your cheeks, he thrusts his tongue inside you, sweeping it across your velvety walls.

“Oh god, Buc-ky” Your voice breaks as another pulse of sultry hot pleasure spirals throughout you, unable to keep your head up, you let it drop on his shoulder, the sensations steadily climbing over each other, pushing you closer to the edge. Your thighs tremble and they both feel it. Steve grabs your throat and tilts your head back.

“No, I wanna see you cum,” he demands, his fingers tracing an intricate pattern on your clit, his hand squeezing your throat just enough to make you lightheaded. “We need to know what you like mo chridhe so we can give to you again and again.” Steve brings your face down until your nose is touching his, increasing the pressure from fingers. You feel them everywhere. “Now tell me do you like this?”

“God yes, I like it. I like it. I-,” you cry out, the coil inside you snapping into a million little shards. And your orgasm barrels into you so hard your vision blurs into an array of shimmery white lights. “Ohmyfuckinggod.”

“That’s my girl.” Steve praises, slapping your ass.

As the orgasm winds down, your body becomes limp and pliant. More praise rains down on you, gentle words telling you how good you did, how you’re so perfect, such a good girl for us, we knew you’d be so good. Soft lips brush your skin, hands hold you, maneuvering you until you’re flat on the couch, your feet in Steve’s lap. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, your breaths shaky.

Your dazed eyes watch as Bucky stands up and grabs Steve by the collar. “Taste her,” he murmurs, crashing his lips into Steve’s. A deep, satisfied groan rumbles between them, and your spasming pussy throbs. They’re getting off on your taste and it makes you want them even more.

Breaking the kiss, they turn to you with matching grins. “So what do you say, Princesa?”

“Huh?” You don’t remember the question, hell you don’t remember your last name right now.

Steve shrugs. “Guess you need a little more convincing.”

“I do?” You stare at them for a second, your eyes drifting down to their massive bulges, a smirk forms on your face. “I do.”

“You heard her, Steve.” Bucky bends down, planting his hands above your head. “How many orgasms do you want today, sweetheart? How many until you agree to be our girl?”

Their unwavering lust and adoration give you an unexpected burst of confidence.

“How many can you give me?” you tease and instantly they're impressed

Bucky pulls your bottom lip down with the pad of his thumb, his darkening eyes drinking you. “A lifetime if you let us. But we’ll start with as many as your tight little pussy can take in one day.”

You see Steve, reach around his waist and unbuckle Bucky’s belt, the faint clank ringing in your ears, his slacks fall to his feet, your eyes widen as his cock springs free.

Oh, that's more than you expected.