#* ( nick. ) dark hearts love heavily.

[grangerhater]

A GAME OF TABOO

pairing: professor!Remus Lupin x student!reader

synopsis: it’s against the school principles but it’s just for a night right?

smut

warning: plot, teacher-student relationship, they are both two consenting adults, p in v penetration, nick names “daddy” and “baby” once or twice, spanking

The rain poured heavily outside as Y/N hurriedly made her way through the hallways of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was her last year at the prestigious school, and despite the gloomy weather, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. Today was the day she would meet her new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Remus Lupin.

As Y/N entered the classroom, a warm, inviting atmosphere greeted her. The room was adorned with shelves filled with books, and the crackling fire in the fireplace emitted a comforting glow. Y/N's eyes scanned the room, finally landing on the figure standing by the blackboard.

Professor Lupin turned to face her, his eyes filled with kindness and warmth. He had a tired look about him, as if he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. But there was an air of wisdom and intelligence that made Y/N's heart skip a beat.

"Ah, Miss Y/L/N, I presume?" Professor Lupin greeted her with a gentle smile. "Please, come in. Take a seat."

Y/N nodded and took a seat at the front of the classroom, her heart fluttering nervously. As the other students filed in, Professor Lupin began the lesson, captivating the class with his vast knowledge and engaging teaching methods. Y/N found herself hanging onto every word, her fascination growing with each passing moment.

Days turned into weeks, and Y/N found herself growing more and more infatuated with Professor Lupin. His calm and patient demeanor, combined with his intelligence, drew her in like a moth to a flame. Yet, she couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt. It was wrong to have feelings for her teacher.

Throughout the lesson, Y/N found herself constantly stealing glances at Professor Lupin. His voice was soothing, lulling her into a sense of comfort as he explained the intricacies of the Patronus Charm. She admired the way he spoke, his words flowing effortlessly and captivating the entire class.

After class, Y/N lingered behind, pretending to gather her belongings as the other students filed out. She watched as Professor Lupin collected his papers, his brows furrowed in concentration. Summoning her courage, she approached his desk.

"Professor Lupin, I wanted to ask you something," Y/N began, her voice barely above a whisper.

He looked up, his eyes softening at the sight of her. "Of course, Y/N. What can I help you with?"

She hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. "I... I was wondering if you could recommend any additional reading on the Patronus Charm. I find it fascinating and would love to learn more about it."

A smile spread across Professor Lupin's face as he reached for a nearby bookshelf, pulling out a worn, leather-bound book. "Ah, I have just the thing for you. This is an advanced text on the Patronus Charm. It delves into the theory behind it and provides numerous tips for successful casting. I believe you'll find it quite enlightening."

Y/N's eyes widened with gratitude as she accepted the book. "Thank you, Professor Lupin. I really appreciate it."

"It's my pleasure, Y/N. I am always here for you" he replied, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer than necessary.

Over the following weeks, Y/N found herself spending more and more time with Professor Lupin. They often engaged in deep discussions about various magical subjects, and their conversations would stretch into the night. Y/N cherished these moments, treasuring the connection she felt with him.

As the months passed, Y/N's feelings for Professor Lupin grew stronger and stronger. She found herself thinking about him constantly, and longing for his company. She couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt, knowing that a teacher-student relationship was taboo, but she couldn't deny her feelings.

One day, after class, well after curfew that is Y/N snuck out of the party that was held in her common room and drunkenly decided to take a chance and admit her feelings to Professor Lupin. She gathered her courage and knocked on his office door, her heart racing.

Unfortunately, her drunken confession came at the wrong time as Professor Lupin had just finished a particularly hard day of work and was resting in his office as he enjoyed his well-earned drink. He wasn't in the mood to entertain any conversations, let alone one with a drunken student, so he ignored the knock on the door and continued sipping on his drink, assuming that whoever it was outside the door would eventually get the hint and leave him alone. But she continued knocking on the door, oblivious to Lupin's intentions and wanting nothing more than to finally tell him how she really feels.

Lupin eventually got up and answered the door, immediately realizing that it was Y/N , and annoyed that this drunken adventure wasn't ending anytime soon. Despite his annoyance, Lupin was still fond of her and knew that she had been having a rough time lately, so he softened his demeanor and asked, "miss Y/N, what are you doing knocking on my door at this time of night?" she sheepishly looked down at her feet as she answered, "I-I wanted to tell you that I have feelings for you." Lupin's expression turned to one of confusion as he asked, "Is this some kind of joke?"

Y/N realized that she had to be serious if she wanted Lupin to take her seriously. She met Lupin's gaze and said in a determined tone, "No, this is no joke. I really do have feelings for you." Lupin's face softened further as he said, " I don't know what to say. I'm flattered, but we can't be together. I'm your professor, and-" she interrupted him, saying, "I'm not asking you to be my boyfriend, I just wanted you to know that I have real feelings for you."

Lupin looked at her, trying to figure out what to say next. He didn't want to hurt her feelings but at the same time, he couldn't ignore the fact that he had always been attracted to her. Eventually, he took a deep breath and said, "Listen Y/N… I can't act on any personal urges I may have for you. It's against school policy -and-"

Y/N interrupted him again as she stepped closer to him, putting her hands on his arms and leaning in closer. "So you're saying you're attracted to me too?"

Lupin felt his face blushing as the tension mounted between them. "I can't -", he began to say but was stopped as she leaned in closer to him, bringing her face close to his. Lupin couldn't ignore the fact that she was looking at him with such desire. He took a deep breath and said, "This is not the smartest thing either of us could do, but..”

He led her inside and locked the door behind them. He pushed her against the wall, eager to fulfill their unspoken desires. Y/N couldn't believe that her night of liquid courage had paid off, but she knew that she wanted Lupin more than anything in the world at that moment.

As Lupin kissed her with all the passion he had been suppressing for so long, her heart raced with emotion. She wrapped her arms around Lupin's neck and let him take control of the situation. Lupin gently pulled her robes off as he kissed her neck and began to explore her body. Despite his initial reservations, he couldn't deny that he wanted to be with Y/N in this moment. He moved his lips down to her neck, kissing and sucking gently as he made his way down her body. She let out a soft moan of pleasure as Lupin's lips brushed against her sensitive skin.

He continued to explore her body with his mouth, devouring her sensitive skin with his kisses. As his hands groped her curves, Y/N felt her pleasure grow and she responded by running her hands through Lupin's hair, pulling him closer and pressing herself against him. Lupin was feeling more aroused than he had in years and he finally forgot about his worries and concerns. His focus was now completely on the woman in his arms and the joy she was bringing him in this moment.

Lupin and Y/N’s passion intensified as they kissed and groped each other, their bodies pressed tightly against each other. Lupin knew that what he was doing was wrong, but he was beyond the point of worrying about rules or consequences. He wanted Y/N and he was going to have her no matter what. her moans of pleasure grew louder as Lupin increased the intensity of his kisses, running his hands over her body and squeezing her curves. Y/N was lost in a state of blissful pleasure that was overwhelming and she knew that she never wanted it to end

His hands moved down to Y/N's panties, pulling them off to reveal her wetness. He slid a finger inside her causing her to moan louder. Y/N reached down and unzipped Lupin's pants, freeing his hard member. She stroked him, making him groan in pleasure. Lupin positioned himself between her legs and entered her slowly at first, but then picking up speed. They moved together in perfect harmony, their passion intensifying with every thrust.

Lupin grabbed Y/N's hair and pulled it back, exposing her neck. He bit down on it leaving a mark. Y/N moaned in pleasure, the pain only adding to the pleasure Lupin's thrusts became rougher and more aggressive, making Y/N scream with pleasure. He spanked her ass, leaving it red and raw. They were both lost in a world of rough intense pleasure with nothing else mattering but the ecstasy they were feeling

Lupin continued to spank Y/N's ass, each hit sending waves of pleasure through her body. She begged for more, wanting to feel the pain and pleasure mix together. Lupin obliged, hitting her harder and harder until she was screaming in pleasure. He pulled out and flipped her over entering her from behind.

Lupin continued to thrust into Y/N, his hands gripping her hips tightly. She moaned and cried out calling him "daddy" in a moment of intense pleasure. Lupin's desire for her grew even stronger at the sound of the nickname, and he pounded into her harder and faster until they both reached the peak of ecstasy together.

He growled in pleasure as he continued to thrust into Y/N with rough, intense strokes "You like it rough, don't you, baby?" he asked his voice filled with desire. Y/N moaned in response, her body shaking with pleasure. "Yes, daddy," she replied, her voice filled with need. Lupin's thrusts became even rougher, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room

he whispered dirty words into her ear, telling her how much he wanted her and how he was going to make her come. Y/N's moans grew louder and more intense as he continued to pleasure her with his rough, skilled hands

Lupin continued to thrust into Y/N with rough, intense strokes until he finally reached his peak. Lupin's climax was intense, his body shaking with pleasure as he came inside her with a groan. They both collapsed onto the bed exhausted and satisfied with their experience. The room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing.

Lupin pulled Y/N close to him and whispered in her ear, "That was amazing, baby" Y/N smiled up at him, feeling content and satisfied. "Yes, it was," she replied, her voice filled with pleasure. They both knew that what they had just experienced was something special, something that they would never forget.

#remus lupin #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #professor lupin x reader #mauraders #harry potter hc #harry potter #remus lupin headcanon #remus lupin smut #maurauders smut #professor x student #teacher x student #smut

[sorrowsofsilence]

Deeper • Ruffilo

Pairing: Nicholas Ruffilo x FemReader

Words: 3.5k

Warnings: Smut (18+, unprotected PnV pls wrap it before u tap it, slight breeding, inside orgasm), alcohol, swearing, jealousy, teasing. Legit just smut but with some plot lol

Prompt: you know what they say, bassist string it deeper.

Authors note: I’m so fucking tired but I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I am a literal puddle. Also this ended up being way longer than intended, oops :3

THIS IS A FANFIC USING REAL PEOPLE IN A FICTIONAL SITUATION! I AM NOT IMPLYING THAT THIS PERSON WOULD DO THIS IRL OR ACT LIKE THIS! ITS FICTION!

Tags: @sammyjoeee @cookiesupplier @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @th4t-em0-k1d @lans-angels @dsireland86

Well, you know what they say, bassists do it deeper.

Ruffilo was never a fan of social situations, or people he didn’t know. If he could stay at home and away from the public’s eye, he would. He’d be happy just living with his best friends and some cats, as he was extremely shy; but he was also very needy.

Nick was always fighting for your attention; especially when you laughed a little too hard at one of Folio’s jokes, or a sarcastic comment of Jolly’s. He’d wrap your fingers through his, pulling at your arm so you would sit next to him, tugging you gently away from whoever else you were talking to. Sometimes he got jealous of all the attention you’d receive, especially when out in public; but if anything he despised when you talked to Noah. You were definitely waaay too flirty with him- in Nick’s opinion- but he’d never tell you he thought this because you and him were just friends. Noah played into the teasing you gave him; even though he knew Nick had a thing for you.

It was Halloween, Noah’s birthday; all the boys plus a bunch of friends were celebrating in their Los Angeles home. Nick’s leg bounced anxiously as he sat at the kitchen table with a drink in hand, waiting for you to show up. He exhaled sharply through his nose, eyes staying fixed on the front door as he took a sip, nearly spitting out the vile red mixture. Vodka cran my ass tastes more like some sort of disgusting pink Whitney mix. He thought.

Nick’s mind began to race, thinking about you. You were an hour late, something that rarely occurred because you were always extremely punctual. He wondered where you were; his comfort person. His anxiety was rampant at the amount of people in their house. All he wanted was to see you, so you could tell him everything would be okay; but also because he was head over heels in fucking love with you.

Folio and Jolly were off playing a game of definitely rigged cup-pong, while Noah jumped through various conversations with each guest, thanking everyone for showing up to celebrate his birthday.

Nick took another sip, hand shaking in anticipation as he watched various couples dance through the kitchen, the music loud, echoing through the walls. He readjusted his Jedi- robes multiple times, tugging on the fabric nervously.

Finally, the front door opened, and Nick had to stop himself from standing up immediately at the sight of you, ready for you to hold him in your arms. You waltzed into the house, the thick-heeled boots you wore thumping against the ground, following the beat of his heart.

You smiled when your eyes met his, your dark burgundy lipstick parting, radiating against your skin; his heart pounded heavily. His eyes fought the urge to skim across your body, particularly across your exposed thighs, as the short black skirt you wore rode up dangerously high. He was practically melting in his chair, pants beginning to tighten at the thought of bending you over the counter, taking you from behind.

“What’s up Anakin,” you said, your own eyes glancing across his robes, grinning at his nerdy costume. Nick was always such a dork for Star Wars, but he was your dork.

Nick smiled, relief evident on his face that you were here; but the lingering lust he felt towards you crawled through his skin. His throat began to tighten, and words fumbled. He grabbed his cup, swallowing the remaining vodka-Whitney-cran or whatever the fuck it was, eyeing your every move as you made yourself at home, navigating through the kitchen with ease.

You placed your grocery bag of snacks and drinks you brought in the fridge, closing the door with your heel before cracking open a cooler, and taking a sip as you turned towards Nick. He loved how comfortable you were here, in his house, as if it was your own. Where you were meant to be.

“Hey,” Nick nodded, the corners of his mouth turned up. “Freddy Kruger.”

He maintained eye contact, your E/C eyes lingering in his, the glint in them playful, as if you knew what you were doing to him. The cut-up red and black striped sweater hung cropped across your body, leaving one shoulder exposed, a variety of fake slashes drawn into your skin. The faux-clawed glove was placed on your non-dominant hand, and a brimmed felt hat was placed on top of your head.

“Do you like it?” You asked, giving a slight twirl, and as you turned Nick swore he could see the bottom outline of your cheeks. His face flushed as he shifted in his seat, eyes turning to the floor, becoming very interested in the wood.

“You look fantastic,” Nick said.

You smiled as your face warmed at Nick’s words, even if prompted. Taking another sip of your cooler you hoisted yourself on the counter, sitting on top of the faux marble, the top cold against your thighs.

Nick’s silver eyes glanced up at you through his lashes, before he stood up, grabbing himself another drink.

“You drunk yet?” You asked him, and Nick shook his head in response.

“I was waiting for you, plus, I didn’t want to participate in folio’s rigged version of cup pong. Who plays it where if you miss the ball you drink?” Nick pressed his lips together, before going back to the punch bowl to fill his cup.

“The hell is that?” You nodded towards the bowl, curious about what sort of Halloween-themed drink was made.

“Some garbage Jolly mixed up.” Nick looked into the cup, shrugging before taking another sip. His eyebrows furrowed in disgust, squeezing his eyes shut.

A laugh escaped your lips, “Let me try.”

Nick walked towards you, your legs parting slightly as he stood between you, careful not to get too close, reaching the cup out for you to grab.

Instead of grabbing the cup you leaned forward, placing your lips against the plastic, prompting Nick to feed you the liquid. He tilted the cup, eyes watching your lips intensely as you followed his stare. You took a big sip, coughing after you pulled away. The alcohol flowed down your throat, burning at its strength.

“Jesus, that’s fucking gross,” you covered your mouth briefly before taking a chaser of your drink. You chugged the rest, letting your legs swing as they dangled off the counter, Nick still standing close to you, the heat radiating off of him.

You leaned to the side, tossing the can into the recycling as Noah turned the corner, his eyes brightening into a drunken smile as he swayed towards you, open arms.

“Y/N!” He yelled, the bass of the music pumping in the background.

“Noah!” You immediately jumped off of the counter, being engulfed in his embrace. Noah’s hands trailed down your back, dangerously close to the bottom of your skirt. “Happy birthday you nerd!”

Nick watched as you two hugged, his chest tightening as Noah’s hand rubbed up and down your body.

The two of you swayed, Noah, leaning all of his weight into you in a drunken state. You smiled into Noah’s hug, squeezing him. As you pulled away, you readjusted his Leaf Village headband, a sly smile playing on your lips.

“You’re such a dweeb,” you pushed Noah’s shoulder, and he smiled staring down at you, “and you’re so drunk already.”

“Nahh ” Noah wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you against him, “you’re just not drunk enough. Time for some shots!”

You laughed, agreeing as Noah reached into a cupboard for a bottle of tequila- something he knew was your favourite. Noah filled two shot glasses, before you wrapped your elbows around each other, taking two shots of alcohol together in a ritualistic fashion.

Nick averted his eyes as his breath hitched, refusing to watch as Noah held you to his side after the two glasses rested back on the counter.

Your head rested on Noah’s shoulder as you hiccuped from the alcohol, eyes looking up at him. Noah began to sway back and forth to the music, pulling you along with him, before swinging you around. You laughed with Noah, smiles beaming against each other. You followed Noah’s body but watched Nick the entire time.

Nick didn’t look at you, eyes fixated on his cup that he took another drink from, swallowing every drop of liquid. You sighed, shrugging Noah off of you before walking up to Nick, and wrapping your arms around him. He stiffened at your touch but put his arms around you.

“Aw Nicky, are you jealous?” You teased, reaching up to run your fingers through his long dark hair. Your chest rested against his own, and you could feel his heart vibrate against yours. You tried pulling his body to dance with the music, but he remained put, placing his arms across your back, hand holding you against his chest.

“Thanks for the drink No-wah,” you smiled cheekily at him.

Noah grabbed a beer from the counter, “anything for my baby girl.”

Nick was jealous. He was jealous at how easy you and Noah got along, and how you were ready to be in Noah’s arms at any second, but he didn’t know that you knew this got under his skin.

You knew flirting with Noah made Nick jealous, and you loved how possessive Nick always got once you went crawling back to him. You wanted Nick to be jealous, and you wanted him to want you.

Both of you desired each other, but neither was brave enough to make a move.

“C'mon,” you grabbed another cooler from the fridge for you and Nick, bending over slightly in his direction so your ass was barely exposed to him.

Standing up you sauntered towards him, hanging him the can before grabbing his hand. Feeling the warm feeling of the alcohol start to pulse through your veins, you tugged him along the house, walking past the crowd of people before you walked into the living room.

You wrapped your fingers in Nick’s inked ones, holding him close to you.

The living room was packed with people, the only spot available being on the couch; for one person.

You motioned for Nick to sit before inviting yourself to sit on his lap. Nick’s breath caught in his throat in surprise.

You wiggled to get comfortable, and Nick placed his arms across your torso, holding you still against him.

You knew he wouldn’t be able to contain his excitement if you kept moving.

Folio and Jolly’s cup pong game was going on in front of you, and as you brought the can of alcohol to your lips you couldn't help but let a sly smile play at your lips as you thought about teasing the man beneath you.

You pushed into his lap, wriggling your hips along to the music.

“Sorry Nicky, trying to get comfortable,” you said playfully, chugging the can of alcohol before placing it on the coffee table.

Nick’s fingers dug into your hips, attempting to hold you still against him; but he hardened beneath you, a quiet groan heaving from his throat as you shifted along his lap.

“Y/N,” Nick warned, letting a hand go as he grabbed his can, drinking the entire thing to give him the liquid courage.

Both of you felt the buzz of inebriation, allowing the warmth to consume you. Pretending to be invested in the game ahead you leaned back, placing your back against Nick’s chest, letting his hands roam the top of your thighs.

“What are you doing,” Nick asked through gritted teeth, but his heart raced in anticipation at your actions.

You dug your hips into him, feeling the music. No one would be paying attention to the two of you, everyone, including yourselves, would be too drunk to notice.

Sitting up you spun your body so you were straddling his waist, legs parted on either side of him. Your skirt was so short it rode up, exposing the underwear you wore beneath; but only for him to see.

Nick swallowed harshly, eyes glazing over in infatuation as he watched you, your lip finding its way between your teeth. Placing your arms around his neck you eyed every expression, glazing over every detail of his face as Nick flushed. As your body swung back and forth gently, you gained the courage to lean forward, placing a gentle kiss on Nick’s lips.

Nick stared at you, almost in shock. He wasn’t sure if this was a prank, or if he was already so far gone that he was lucid dreaming.

Nick's hands glided along your thighs as they gripped you from behind, squeezing gently. You had kissed him, and his entire body was on fire.

“Kiss me,” you said in a hoard whisper, almost desperate, waiting for Nick to respond to your first move.

Nick was hesitant and nervous as he pulled himself closer to your lips, brushing over them gently, before closing the gap between you.

You sighed into his mouth, relieved as Nick reciprocated feelings, allowing yourself to relax into his touch, body heating as his hands roamed behind you, squeezing gently at the skin.

You deepened the kiss, pushing your lips firmly into his, closed-mouth kisses opening with each wave, allowing your hands to roam into his hair, tugging softly on the strands.

Nicks's body convulsed below you, and he pulled away, staring up at you with awe.

“Want to go upstairs?” You asked, and he nodded eagerly as you crawled off of him. Nick grabbed your hand hastily as he pulled you behind him, the journey up the stairs feeling like it dragged on forever.

The music pumped below you as Nick closed his bedroom door, the sound dampening ever so slightly, the floor shaking with the bass.

Nick immediately shoved you into the wall, lips all over yours in desperation, devouring you, years of pent-up need coming out full throttle.

His hand roamed up your body underneath your torn long sleeve, granting himself access to all the curves he’d dreamed of touching. The number of times he touched himself, fantasizing about your taste, left his knees weak as he let his mouth explore yours, finally.

You moaned against Nick's lips as he fondled your chest, his hands searching very crevasse of your being through years of missed opportunity. You moulded into his touch, feeling excited as your abdomen vibrated in complete want for the man holding you against the wall.

Nick's fingers lingered underneath your skirt before pulling it up gently, grazing between your panties before roaming back up.

You moaned against the subtle tease, eyebrows furrowing as you pulled away from his kiss.

“Nick, please, don’t tease me,” you whined, pressing your forehead against his own.

Silver eyes bore into you as his lips tugged up into a sly smile, “if you don’t like my teasing, why are you moaning?”

Nick’s fingers roamed between your legs again, gently pressing where you needed him most and a feral sound escaped your lips, leaving you embarrassed. Nick stared at you with lust, almost in shock by how you were reacting to him. Nick allowed his fingers to glide between your body and underwear, feeling between your folds. His already hard body pulsing even deeper as he felt how soaked you were; all for him.

“Please,” you said as he touched you.

“Please don’t stop Nicky,” you whispered as his hand dipped between your layers. Nick planned to make her soar, but first, he loved hearing you beg for him, and only him.

“What do you want,” Nick's lips brushed across yours, this unknown confidence sending his hormones to the moon. The woman of his dreams was wriggling beneath him, desperate for anything he had to offer.

“I need you,” you said, pulling his face into yours again, allowing your tongue to explore his mouth, tasting all of him. “I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t even walk.”

Nick almost melted at your words, his heart beating so fast in disbelief. You want him to pleasure you.

He nodded eagerly, pulling you towards his bed, and tossing the Star Wars bed sheets aside. Nick pushed you into the bed, on top of you with all of his weight, allowing himself to dominate over your body.

Kissing down your neck your hands roamed across his back, and finally, he stared you down.

“Are you sure you want to do this Y/N? Because there is no way we are just fucking friends after this. You’re mine.”

You shuddered at Nick's possession, nodding, “I’ve always wanted to do a little more than kiss.”

Nick blushed, kissing you again before letting his lips trail down your neck, sucking on the delicate skin that lay between your neck and collarbone.

“You’re mine.” He said, marking what was his property before turning your body so you were above him.

“Ride me until your legs start shaking from the pleasure. Let me fuck you so deep you can’t even think about anybody else ever again; then I’ll flip you over and drill you to finish it off.” Nick growled, and your eyes widened at this needy side of Nick you’ve never seen before, but you were ready to give him anything he wanted.

Nick pulled off his robes, leaving his body exposed for you, you pulled off your sweater, showing off your chest and Nick's eyes devoured you, absorbing everything you showed him. He’d dreamed of this moment and what you looked like many times: but even his mind couldn’t come up with anything as beautiful as the real thing.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous,” he worshipped you allowing his hands to follow your curves once again. He pulled up your skirt, exposing your lower body as he moved your underwear to the side, positioning himself below you.

“I can’t believe you wore a skirt this small with no fucking shorts,” Nick mumbled, preparing himself.

“I wore it just for you,” you smiled, before closing the gap and pushing down onto Nick’s body, your arousal gliding you smoothly along him. Both of you groaned in disbelief, Nick relishing in how good you felt wrapped around him, his body finally reaching every part of you.

Your mouth opened widely as Nick filled you, a squeak of shock tugging at your throat as Nick squeezed your sides, pulling you up and down to get you to move.

You slid up and down his body with ease, hands on his chest for support as you road him, rolling and grinding deeper into his body, Nick hitting every point possible. Nick wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you into his chest as he began pounding into you from below, putting all of his effort into fucking you.

“Moan for me Y/N,” Nick begged, “show everyone who’s fucking mine.”

Nick's hands gripped the back of your head, fingers tangled in his hair. Every ounce of his body vibrated as he fucked you, his hips slapping against your thighs as you straddled his lap, taking everything he offered. He gave you his everything, never fucking anyone as hard as you, wanting to make you feel good.

Nick couldn’t believe how fucking beautiful you were as you cried out his name, the syllabus rolling off your tongue in complete satisfaction; and Nick knew that he would cum at any moment. He slowed his pace, wanting this to last forever.

Your nails dug into Nick’s shoulders as you clung to him, taking him well. Nick hoped you were loud enough against the music so Noah would hear; he wanted him to know that you finally got what was rightfully his.

You moaned Nick’s name as your stomach churned, nearing your release; Nick repeatedly hitting your spot over and over. You closed your eyes in ecstasy, your body turning limp as you screamed, shaking and convulsing against Nick through your orgasm.

Nick pushed into you, and you swear if he fucked any harder he’d be able to split you in half with how deep he penetrated.

“Where can I come?” Nick asked, on the brink of his climax. Y/N’s skin stuck against Nick’s chest.

“Fuck, inside of me,” you cried, pushing yourself against Nick’s hips, the only sounds filling the room were the sound of fast slaps and a string of moans fighting against the bass of the music below.

“Oh my god Y/N I’m going to I’m going-“ Nick’s fingers dug into your back, tearing your skin as he shook below you, twitching inside through his orgasm. You kissed him deeply, moaning against his lips in complete satisfaction as his release filled you, taking over your body.

“Fuck,” your head swung back, a wide smile parting your lips before you looked down at him, still sitting on top of his body.

“That’s the first time I’ve ever heard you moan,” Nick smiled, satisfied as he rolled you over, pulling him into his chest, “it was fucking music to my ears.”

You chuckled, nuzzling against his chest, “So, friends off?”

Nick joined you, his throat vibrating as he laughed, “Oh yea, I’m ready to move to the stage where we can fuck whenever we want. Oh, and I can take you to dinner and we can hold hands.”

You smiled, holding yourself closer to him, “Deal, but only if I can suck you off next time.”

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Who’s next, folio or jolly? ;)

#i’m going to hell #pls enjoy this I’m a mess #bad omens #bad omens band #bad omens cult #bad omens smut #nick ruffilo fluff #nick ruffilo #nicholas ruffilo #nick ruffilo smut #nicholas ruffilo smut #smut #Halloween #Noah Sebastian

[forbebeandjam]

omg can't wait for audrey's!!!!! thank youuuuuu (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠）

Fear | Audrey Lane x Fem Reader | Fluff

Summary: a small misunderstanding leads you and your girlfriend, Audrey to end up on bad terms. Three months later, you realize how much you love each other.

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: a bit angst. Brain tumor mention.

A/N: sorry if it’s a bit unrealistic. I know it’s not my best work. I’m not a medic or doctor… enjoyyyy •u•

~🫧♥︎🫧~

You and Audrey had been working nonstop on a new K-pop choreography. Being a part of the Jam Republic dance crew has been a milestone in your career. You went from being a small and heavily criticized TikTok dancer who covered K-pop dance to a successful choreographer.

Having Nick reach out to you to be part of this project was perfect as he had also contacted your girlfriend, Audrey. You couldn't believe that you and Audrey got to dance together and spend time together as well.

However your schedules were packed and after the show, there were some things you two couldn't do together. She was booked doing the brand new show Street Dance Girls Fighter 2 and you were booked creating new choreographies and interviews.

One day you finally got to see her but you were too tired. She seemed to be really excited to hang out with you and you were just thinking of going home.

"What if we take a walk? and then we can go camping," she suggested but you shook your head.

"Sorry, Audrey. I'm drained and I just want to lay down," you said bluntly. One thing about you is that you could be very oblivious to others' feelings when you weren't feeling well... not to mention minor anger issues that almost caused you major trouble with Mannequeen.

"Well, what if we just go for some ice cream? Or maybe something to eat?" She said once again with her bubbly voice trying to get you out of bed and spend quality time together. It's Audrey. She was always bubbly and you lived for her but at this moment, tiredness hit you like a truck.

"Jeez, I said no. I'll just be in my room," you said in an aggravated tone leaving her behind on the couch.

You took painkillers for your headache and as you lay on your bed you heard soft sobs making your heart clench at the sounds. You know you fucked up. You promised to never make her cry and you just did. As you tried to get up to apologize, you felt your body collapse on the floor and you were unable to get up. Your vision immediately became dark.

-

You woke up and saw a bright light. You definitely weren't home. Your house was green and the lights were almost always dimmed. This room was too blue.

Your eyes tried to adjust and you groaned. You felt someone grip your hand tightly but the voice was almost unrecognizable as your ears also tried adjusting to the noise.

"Audrey..." was the first thing that escaped your lips. You called her name. You wanted to apologize and when your vision finally cleared up, you saw her sitting on the side of the hospital bed holding your hand and asking if you were okay. Her eyes were red and teary as well as her nose as she let out sniffles.

You felt your heart clench at her sight. You made her cry twice. You never meant for any of this to happen. As you tried to get up your poising headache pulled you back to the bed.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, baby. Please forgive me," you said as a tear escaped your eye. Her head shook repeatedly.

"Don't apologize. I didn't realize you felt this bad and I should've known. I should've made you rest and taken care of you," she said as she lowered her head.

"Audrey, it's okay. I'm okay, see?" You said as you kissed her hand.

"You're not. Sorry to tell you this ma'am but you have a brain tumor. You need surgery and treatment as well as absolute rest for around three months. We need to do this now or you might not make it another month," the doctor said. You didn't protest. You knew it would be best if you wanted to keep living the life that you have. You wanted to be with Audrey.

"Audrey?" You said when you saw how she was holding in her sobs and cries. She turned to look at you with red eyes and you began to cry as well.

"I love you. I love you so much and I will be with you forever," you said.

"Don't... it sounds like you're saying goodbye," she said.

"I know you have to catch a flight. You have to go back home. Go work on your projects, baby. And come back to me in three months," you said and she started to shake her head.

"I can't leave you. Who will take care of you? Who is going to make sure you're okay? I want to make sure you wake up and you can see me and..." you moved your hand on her cheek and she stopped talking. She shut her eyes tightly and pressed her lips on your hand.

"I will be okay, baby. I have to go now but never forget that I love you so much," you kissed her one last time before the nurse took you away.

-

(Three months later)

It was finally the day. The day Audrey would come back and you could be together again. This time you promised you would never let her go and would never make her cry.

You heard the doorbell and rushed to the door. You fixed my clothes and hair before taking a deep breath and finally took ahold of the doorknob. You twisted it and there she was. A big smile and a beautiful gold light radiating from her. Her eyes seemed to be teary and her smile was shaking.

She immediately dropped her bags and ran to you. She grabbed your face a kissed you tenderly. It was a long-awaited kiss. Three months felt like an eternity without her. How could someone live without that gorgeous smile? It's a smile you would die for.

"You have no idea how much I missed you," she said as she buried her face down your neck. Her sobs began to fill your ears and your tears began to roll down your face.

"I missed you too," you said as you kissed her head.

"How about we get out of here? I have a surprise for you," you said and she looked at you with a confused expression.

"But you need to rest more. What if-" Audrey started but you stopped her by shaking your head.

"I'm okay. We aren't doing anything that might be straining. Let's go," you said as you put on your shoes and jacket and walked out of the door with her. She was too quiet for your liking but you didn't say anything as you saw her fidgeting with her hands in the car. You knew she was nervous.

After around thirty minutes you arrived at a camping site and got out of the car to open her door. A small smile was painted on her lips.

"You didn't forget about the camping date?" She asked.

"I could never forget about your favorite thing. Your pink curly hair, the sweet perfume you use, the way you move when you dance. It's all engraved in my head. Let's set up and watch a movie," you said as you walked to get our things from the trunk.

A few hours later you had everything set up and ate dinner. The sun was starting to slowly set creating a beautiful orange and pink hue in the sky. Audrey was silently sitting on a chair looking at the sky as she took small sips of her tea. Your biggest fears began to fill your head like poison.

'Does she not love me anymore? Is there someone else? Did she find someone that treats her better?'

"Audrey, come here," you said and she turned to you. She stood up and placed her mug on the chair. As she walked to you, you immediately cupped her face with your warm hands and planted a kiss on her lips.

"Whatever is on your mind, tell me," you said as you broke the kiss.

"It's just all surreal. I thought I was going to lose you and not being able to contact you due to work was killing me and now that I'm here, I just feel like I should've been here all along," she said.

You immediately connected your forehead to hers. You wanted her to forget about everything and anything that happened in the past.

"Baby, you're here now and I couldn't ask for more. You're all I need and I just want to be with you. Enjoy the moment, my sweet girl," you said and kissed her forehead.

That seemed to make all of her worries melt away. Her mind was clear and her heart warm. She smiled brightly for the first time and a small tear escaped her eye. You kissed it dry and she let out a small giggle that melted your heart.

Setting up for bed was quick and soon you realized that you had forgotten her sleeping bag back home. You scratched your head and chuckled nervously.

"Sorry, babe. I forgot your sleeping bag," you said.

"It's okay. We can sleep in the same one," she said as she got situated. She looked up at you and you nodded. You got inside the bag and spooned her, sharing the warmth of your body as a movie played on your iPad.

Suddenly, she turned to face you, completely ignoring the movie. You were lost in her eyes and you shared a moment of silence.

She reached to peck your lips and you finally saw her purest smile.

"I don't know how I managed to be with you for so long. I'll never leave you again. Promise you'll never scare me like that again," she said as she buried her face in your chest.

"I'm sorry baby, I'll never do it again..."

There was a small pause and you pulled back from the hug.

"We fit perfectly in this sleeping bag don't you think?" You asked.

"Yes. We are perfect," she said before snuggling close to you.

“I love you,” You kissed her forehead and you both drifted into a deep slumber.

Thank you for reading!!🩷

#forbebeandjam #honeybee156 #street woman fighter 2 #audrey lane #Audrey fluff #jam republic #jam republic Audrey #Audrey angst #Audrey x reader #Audrey lane fluff #fluff #swf2 #swf2 x reader

[th3worstinm3]

7 Minutes In Heaven

pairing : nicholas (ruffilo) x nick folio

warnings : fingering, just slightly inexperienced folio and his best friend going at it in a closet pfft

LETS SEE IF YOU ALL LIKE THIS IDEA,,, CLEARS THROAT

✨ trans folio ✨

also not proofread yolo

nick hesitated to ring noah's dorbell, swinging back and forth, tidying up his clothes and ruffling his hair as an anxiety fidget. it's been a while since he came out, and everyone, of course, accepted and embraced him and his chosen name, always respecting him and including him. but he still felt unsure around them.

this time it was different, though. nicholas would be there. you see, folio always had a bit of a crush on the bassist of his band. he's good looking, his body is semi toned but not too much and his long hair gives him a feminine energy, something folio always loved in men. and he was panicking.

the door opening brought him back. he found noah's smile staring at him. "hey! glad you could make it! come in!" noah greeted him, standing to the side so nick could walk through his door. he heard noah close it behind him. he heard the rattle of the keys, and the faint sound of laughter and music.

noah placed an arm around his shoulders, walking with him towards the living room. he was greeted with five smiles. his eyes lingered on nicholas' figure, the only one he could focus on.

broken out of his trance by bryan standing in front of him, he took a look around. they were sitting on a circle on the floor, cans of beer and empty bags of snacks scattered across the carpet. bryan ruffled his hair, inviting him to sit down next to him.

he sat down, and when he looked to the front, he met nicholas' grey eyes again. from the corner of his eye, he saw noah sitting next to him and staring at him, how he followed his gaze and how he smirked.

jolly spoke up, making nick break his eye contact with nicholas. "we were playing spin the bottle, if you'd like to play go ahead and spin." he smiled at him.

"what's the rules?" nick asked, cringing a bit at his high pitched voice. he knew they didn't care, but he still felt ashamed of it. noah shifted in his place. "7 minutes in heaven. that's the deal" he smirked at him, and nick pursed his lips, looking around at the rest of the guys' faces.

he half closed his eyes, looking at the empty wine bottle in front of him. he hesitated. the music kept playing.

"c'mon nick, give it a try!" a feminine voice spoke up. he looked at her, she was sitting next to jolly so he guessed she was with him. she smiled at him reassuringly. he nodded. his recently tattooed hand reached over, and in a quick motion, he spun it. he was praying it landed on nicholas.

it did.

a series of "oooh" 's resonated in the room, and taking a deep breath, nick looked at nicholas, who was also looking at him, hands shifting.

"well-" noah groaned, standing up. "guess this is your turn." he said, smiling playfully. nick felt his chest tighten, were he and nicholas really going to be alone? in a dark closet? together? barely centimeters close to each other? he swallowed heavily, looking at his hands over his folded legs.

noah gave a sideways smirk, taking him and nicholas by the hands and making them stand up. he walked both of them, much to nick's disdain, to a dark room. nick guessed it was the guest's room. noah let go of both their hands. nicholas crossed his arms over his chest, eyeing him.

nick was panicking, really panicking now. his hands shook and his heart felt like beating out of his chest.

"the rules are simple-" noah spoke up, making nick look at him. "you stay here, 7 minutes, no lights, you do whatever you need to do." he winked. nicholas rolled his eyes with a snort. nick's cheeks turned pink. he fidgeted with the sleeves of his worn out, red flannel.

"got it." nicholas said, faking excitement. not that he didn't want to be with his mancrush in a dark, closed closet, he really did want it. he just didn't like small places.

nicholas stepped into the white, empty closet, signaling nick to follow him inside. his legs moved on his own, and he stepped inside as well.

he heard noah cheer as he closed the door. his breathing sped up as he heard keys. "don't worry! I'll open up once your time finishes!" he heard noah call in the distance, ruffling the keys with a laugh.

nick looked down at his and nicholas' feet, and suddenly he noticed how close they were to each other.

the silence was deafening, uncomfortable and very quiet. nick fidgeted with his fingers as nicholas tapped a random rythm into the wood behind him.

nick finally looked up at him, or at least tried to. the darkness made it hard to see. nicholas was leaning back, head tipped back resting on the walls of the closet. one of his legs was flexed while the other stood straight. nicholas met nick's brown eyes and he smirked.

nick's eyes fell to nicholas' lips and then went back to his eyes. he sighed.

suddenly everything he felt and heard was louder. nicholas' breathing, his own heartbeat, the ruffling of clothes whenever each of them shifted.

"what are you waiting for?" nicholas asked after a while. "we only have 6 more minutes" it felt like a warning. "what do you mean?" folio's voice trembled. he stuttered.

nicholas hand went to nick's cheek. "why haven't you kissed me already? i know you want it." he creeped incredibly close, noses almost touching. his knee landed between nick's legs, making his breath hitch. nick swallowed hard.

nick hesitated. nicholas' smirked, and suddenly, his lips crashed on top of nick's. he let out a small sound when nicholas' tongue licked his lower lip, asking for permission. the knee between his legs creeped up higher, landing on nick's crotch, stroking him slowly.

he moaned at the contact. nicholas took this in and the kiss turned into heavy breathing, tongue and touches. nick's eyes fell closed, hands grasping at nicholas' shirt, pulling him in. nicholas' hands roamed the shorter's body, stopping at his sides. his thumbs creeped up, landing on his top surgery scars. he smiled against his neck, leaving a trail of kisses as folio just let out a shaky breath.

he's never done this before. he's never had sex before. of course he's made out here and there, but never what he felt was sbout to happen.

as nicholas' hand creeped lower, nick whined. "wait- nicky-" nicholas stopped, humming and looking up at him through lidded, wide eyes. folio thought he looked as beautiful as ever.

"what is it baby?" nick blushed at the pet name, turning his head to the side. nicholas' hand landed on his chin, turning him towards him making him look at him in the eye. nick swallowed nervously. "I've- ive never done this before." it came out in an almost inaudible whisper.

nicholas smiled oh so beautifully as he let out a sound of acknowledgment. his head went to the crook of his neck, then his mouth to his ear. "can i be the first?" nicholas whispered, making nick shiver all over. before he realized, nick was nodding desperately. he's dreamed of this since the first time he saw nicholas.

he wanted him. he needed him.

nicholas' left kisses all over nick's neck and shoulders. his hands went to his shirt. he breathed against his neck. nick shivered. "can i take this off?" nick shook his head no.

he didn't want nicholas to see him, not like this, not in this situation. nicholas breathed out a quiet "okay", hand going to nick's head and caressing his short hair. "if that makes you feel more comfortable, then you don't have to take it off." he smiled at him. he leaned over and hugged him, breathing in his scent.

"beautiful boy," he leaned into his face, kissing him sweetly. "my pretty boy," he kissed nick's cheeks. "my beautiful boy," his lips went to his neck. nick whined, praise going straight to his core. he grinded his hips against nicholas' hard cock.

nicholas groaned, biting him softly. his hand creeped lower and lower, first palm open on nick's belly, then slightly grabbing at the waistband of his sweats, then moving inches away from where nick needed him. two big light blue eyes landed on his brown irises, quietly asking for permission. nick nodded, desperately bucking his hips into nicholas.

nicholas slipped his index and middle finger into nick's underwear, coating his digits in his arousal. nick whimpered, moving his hips into nicholas' touch. "you're so wet, just for me hm?" nick quickly nodded, making nicholas chuckle into his neck. "has no one really ever touched you like this before?" nicholas cooed as his index finxer circled nick's clit. he covered his mouth with his palm after letting out a loud moan, hips shifting into nicholas' hand. nick shook his head, and nicholas breathed a laugh against the skin of nick's neck.

nicholas' finger sped up a bit, only to slow down a second after, action that had nick clenching against nothing. his finger dropped, landing between nick's folds, circling slowly. "can i?" nicholas' asked, breathless. nick let out a breathy "please" and thats all nicholas needed to pump his index finger inside of him, slowly, making sure to not be too harsh. the stretch almost felt painful. it was a weird feeling of fullness that had nick clenching against nicholas' finger. after a little while, though, it started to feel good. very good. nick closed his eyes and breathed out a moan of nicholas' name.

his head fell on nicholas' shoulder, whining softly. in, press, out, in, press, out. the motion had him biting nicholas' shoulder, grasping at his clothes as his hips moved in unison with nicholas' digit. "can i add a second one?" nicholas breathed out. all nick could do was whine and nod, and nicholas complied, adding his middle finger continuing his slow motions.

it felt amazing. nick has touched and tried to finger himself before, but it felt nothing compared to nicholas' fingers working him through this feeling.

nicholas never stopped kissing nick's neck, face and lips, always asking if he was okay and if he liked it. of course, all nick could do was nod and kiss him, but that's all nicholas needed.

nicholas' thumb landed on nick's clit, and his knees almost gave out. he muffled out a loud moan into nicholas' neck. nicholas kissed nick's temple. "beautiful boy," nicholas whispered, kissing him softly and lovingly. "my beautiful boy."

with that, nick felt the familiar fuzzy feeling in his tummy. nicholas' fingers sped up as he felt how nick's walls clenched around his digits. his whines grew louder and breathier, muffling them into nicholas' shirt. whit a loud whimper, nick felt the coil in his belly snap. nicholas' worked him through his high, praising him and whispering sweet nothings into his hair.

nick's breath came out in ragged pants, eyes still closed and hands grasping at nicholas' shirt for grounding. nicholas retracted his fingers, and nick almost whined at the emptiness. nick felt movement, and turning his head to the side, he saw how nicholas licked his fingers clean, tasting him.

he hid into nicholas' embrace, embarrassed.

the last minute they had together they spent hugging each other, breathing each others' scent and feeling each others' heartbeat. nicholas' hand combed through nick's hair, scratching his scalp making him smile. nicholas pressed a kiss to nick's forehead, smiling againts his skin as he heard nick giggle.

"come over tonight." nick whispered. nicholas let out a hum. "stay with me." nicholas smiled, genuinely smiled, hugging him closer to his chest.

#bad omens fanfiction #nick folio fanfiction #nick ruffilo fanfiction #yippee #this was gonna be part of kinktober but i decided yk what nope #too good to be kinktober #i havent slept #im tired so im sorry for any mistake pfft

[thewholecrew]

alec stopped by nick's place a couple times after both he and octavia left to gather a few more bags of things for kassy, to clean up the broken glass and spilled coffee that was left there and seemed to stain the wall. though he enjoyed having another person in his home since his grandma passed, he was saddened by the reason and deeply heartbroken by the state of his dear friend. he let kassy take over enna's room but it almost felt as though his grandma was still alive as he was transported back to heavily caring for someone once again, this time for kassy.

he had witnessed her closing down and going numb, as she called it, only a few times when they were growing up but ever since they had met octavia, met nick and the rest of the gang, he didn't think he'd ever witnessed it again. not until now. the first few days after they left she hardly left the bedroom, curled up in bed but not sleeping. nothing he did seemed to elicit any kind of response either, no food -- not even her favourites, not offering to watch something, not offering company. the only time she would move was to check her phone at night to see the text sent that octavia and nick were alright.

there were too many conflicting and overwhelming emotions to deal with after they left so kassy's body did what it did best and let her escape. her mind leaving her body as she laid there wracked in anguish, the numbness settling over her like a familiar darkness she had almost forgotten. though it was similar to after the kidnapping, the depression feeling like a bottomless pit with no escape, this was different. it wasn't an escape just from memories, but an all consuming agony. nick had been patient with her over that month and now alec tried the same but it was too much, dare she admit it was more painful than anything she'd experienced yet.

they left her. it was a simple sentence but those three words cut deeply into her, past her walls because she let them in. her blinks were slow as her jaw clenched, body curled in the fetal position where she laid in the middle of alec's grandmothers bed, paralyzed in the incomprehensible shock that this was her reality. as much as she knew that they loved grant, that they cared about him, she never thought after what he had done that this would be the outcome. that still, no matter how much he hurt them, they would still choose him. her eyes burned yet there were no tears as she stared unseeing across the room.

they chose him. another simple sentence, another three words that felt like a blade through her heart. "they'll come back kassy," alec would try to reassure her but his words fell on deaf ears because would they? if he never returned would they? they clearly had no reason to stay to begin with, so why return? it was unfair to think such bitter things, her hurt clouding her rational mind as it tried to remind her that this wasn't about them choosing, that they loved him and they loved her, that in octavia's case, she had no choice. but it didn't matter how she rationalized it, it was soul crushing all the same.

she wasn't enough. her care, her time, her reassurance, her presence, her love. it wasn't enough and it would never be enough. it wasn't enough for her own parents so how could she think she would be for anyone else? she knew that she wasn't, she had always known since she was a child, no matter who she befriended. no matter what they said, or who confessed their love to her. she had never believed she was enough. not until octavia. until nick. but they tricked her. broke down her walls with false assurances. with i love yous and where were they now? she felt resentment burn in her core, an easier emotion to tap into instead of the absolute heartbreak she felt. she hadn't needed anyone, why did they make her need them? a single stinging tear slid down her cheek, her dark and distant eyes closing.

kassy's jaw ached as she let out a quiet, pained breath when she was alone. despite everything she still couldn't bring it in her demand they to stay and she would not beg. she had told them time and time again that she wanted them to stay, that she wanted nick to stay since it was his damn idea. that this wasn't worth it, that it would just be another chance for grant to hurt him. he left him without even saying goodbye for godsake! she felt the anger simmering in her chest like burning coals, each time she thought of every fight, of every moment she was there for either of them, there for the aftermath of what grant had done. it fed those coals, fueled that fire.

"kassy..." alec's voice broke through the fog, sounded over the crackling of the flames in her broken heart and she blinked slowly, coming back to herself enough to feel his hands clutching hers tightly. she looked up at his tearful, empathetic gaze, "how can i help? kassy, how can i help? what can i do?" her eyes closed, unable to look at him, to let herself feel the sadness and guilt that would come from closing off to him. alec didn't deserve it yet she couldn't help herself, it the only way she knew how to protect herself, how to keep that numbness in place and not to get swallowed whole by her grief, by her anger, her anguish.

don't leave me, were words unsaid that clung like claws to her tongue. instead she said nothing of the sort, shaking her head the slightest as she slowly pulled her hand from his. "there is nothing you can do," she said in a tired, defeated tone. "i'll be fine..." alec whimpered but nodded despite not believing her. she didn't quite believe herself if she was being honest but life continued and she couldn't lay immoble forever. she couldn't afford to fall behind in school anymore than she had, so monday morning she rose. got herself dressed and ready. drank a coffee and headed to class. her movements were nearly robotic, the shine in her eyes dull and much to alec's anxiety she left without a bite of breakfast.

clutching to his phone he closed his eyes tightly, hoping that octavia and nick would return home soon and that it would fix everything, that kassy would realize they hadn't left forever, that they did love her. he was deathly afraid that them leaving had broken kassy in a way he had never seen before.

#headstrongblake #kassy & alec. #DRABBLE. #verse: all american.

[sparkiekong]

OC question of the day!

If you could make a character real, which of your OCs would be:

your bestie

your spouse/partner

your secret lover!

your friendly rival

your enemy!

BONUS: do this for other people’s OCs too!

Pass the game along (anonymously or not)

@igglemouse @108sims and @helenofsimblr - OK! I'll do it!! Fine. I had to think hard and it's still too difficult so here goes!

Bestie would be Eel - He's got so much to tell yet. I can't wait for you all to see all he's got to offer. He's chill, he's the guy you could count on when you think no one else would. He'd be there for you no matter what. Followed in closely by the two Nicks - Nick Gould (@helenofsimblr) and Nickie Catzenberg - You can bet your ass they'll back you up and if they think you're wrong they'll say so. Lyra, Bob and Cat are a good friends to bestie up with... Lyra's sensibilities, Bob's honor and strong sense of right, with Cat's kindness. Franny would be fun at a party as would Guy and Elita. Oh, John boy is so sweet. He's such a tender hearted fellow. I want him to succeed... Wilbur Laffer would be my buddy too. He's hilarious and fun.

I know it sound cliche, but I could be friends with anyone I've created or @helenofsimblr's characters. I basically see them all everyday in my head so they all really feel like they could just walk in the door and be like "Hey Kong how's it going."

No spouse no one can replace my boo... EVER. Sorry! - I actually have a sim of him in game with my simself. You may see them in background shots from time to time. Hubby heavily inspired RT Van Richten and he has a lot of inspiration on the lore and personalities of several prominent characters.

Secret Lover - Kyleigh from @helenofsimblr she's a sultry thing. On my side, Cat or Evie... heck, just book me for a night with all three of those lovely ladies. DC could pop in too. I like a girl that can mix a good drink.

friendly rival - Morrigan from mine and Kira from @helenofsimblr both have this feeling about them that they could be very friendly or very aggressive like there's no dimmer switch for it's either friendly or bitch mode and you can't tell when it's going to be which mood. It just doesn't mesh well with my very conflict adverse self. I much prefer chill people.

enemy - Probably Azura (Crazy AF) , Jure (pompous ass), and Yakob (CREEPY) they're horrible and crazy! Also no Moriarty fam... those guys... well... bad news always from those guys... and Cedric... from @helenofsimblr - he was such a horrid influence on Lyra in a moment of darkness after Bob was "dead". Not a fan of Soggy Sarah Sanders either. She's such a wet noodle. Isaac Danvers is on my shit list too! I was so glad to see DC punch him.

#kong rambles #thanks for the ask #text #nonsims #tag games

[martianbugsbunny]

Locked In This Embrace (An Espionage Husbands Fic)

*Shapeshifts from being a filing cabinet* So funny story, this started out as like, a good old fashioned scene rewrite fic where I just thieved the dialogue from the show itself and added some inner monologue and of course my own twist at the end bc otherwise what's the point? and OF COURSE the scene I picked was the forehead touch scene between Nick and Talos, I'm obsessed with it. It was supposed to be basically just that scene plus a romantic end, real short and sweet.

It kind of got away from me and consumed several hours of my life. I analyzed the scene itself so a lot of the gestures Talos makes in the fic are actually what he was doing onscreen. His inner monologue is matched to the canon gestures/facial expressions and I swear on the ship it works so well he could actually be thinking that stuff in canon. At this point half or less of the fic is the actual scene rewrite, that's how much of my own material I added.

...and yes, the title is derived from a post I made earlier about this exact scene. It's maybe not the best title but that's my weak spot so that's how it is.

Here's my offering to the blorbo gods and the Espionage Husbands fandom, read on and enjoy!

“I am so sorry,” Fury said.

“Me too,” Talos replied, his voice low. He savored the feeling of Furys forehead pressed against his, sharing space, breathing the same air; he had lost one love, but the other lived, and the fact that Fury cared enough to meet him with a Skrull embrace rather than a Human one returned a bit of the warmth to his heart that he had lost when Soren died. “Soren loved you,” he said. It felt right to remind Fury of that—Fury, who had cared for her almost as much as Talos had.

“But she worried, mate,” he went on (he was never quite sure if he was using that word in the Human context of "friend" or in the Skrull one of "partner"), “That it would take something like this to bring you back to Earth.”

Fury pulled away to look Talos in the eyes. “I guess she was right,” Talos finished.

For a moment, Fury said nothing. Talos wondered if he knew that the word ‘Earth’ was never the one that he or Soren had used when worrying over Fury’s absence from their lives. Talos remembered her saying, only a few days before she died, “I’m afraid of what it will take to bring him back to us.”

But Fury didn’t know that.

He cupped his hands around Talos’s face for a brief moment; far too little time, yet so precious, and then let go and sighed heavily. “Tell me about Gravik,” he said, and Talos tried not to let it show in his face how horribly heartbroken he was that Fury could move on from such a personal moment so quickly. Fury was back for Earth, not for…well, now it was just him. Even if he did feel for Talos the way Talos did for him, which Talos had never been able to decipher or been bold enough to ask, there were more important things to do than trying to determine where the two of them stood.

And still…Talos was never one to let things go. “Let’s just talk about you first,” he suggested. “We’ve been helping you for all these years, to ensure that you kept your promise. But after the Blip…you were different.” Life during those five years had been a nightmare for Talos, even though he had survived. It was terribly complicated, being grateful that his wife and daughter had been spared, and yet grieving the loss of Nick like the loss of his soul. If he hadn’t had Soren to lean on, Talos hated to think of how completely the darkness would have enveloped him.

“You disappeared.” That was the final pang. After all the agony of the Blip, Fury had been returned to life and Talos had, for a moment, hoped he could finally ask, once and for all, where their relationship truly stood. And then—he was gone. Settled in space, almost as lost to Talos as he had been when he was dead.

“Carol Danvers disappeared,” Talos said. She, like Fury, was supposed to be helping the Skrulls find a home. He was less angry at her, though, because she wasn’t Fury. She didn’t occupy that same space in his heart. “And—so did G’iah.”

Fury turned to him. “Your daughter disappeared? To where?”

“She was young. Angry that our people still don’t have a home.” G’iah was the one person he loved more than Fury, and Talos didn’t hesitate to defend her to him, even though he was utterly disappointed in her decisions. But like he said, G’iah wasn’t evil. A lot of rebel Skrulls weren’t. Just angry.

“Many of them were upset. I got kicked off the Council, pushed into exile, but Gravik—Gravik, mate, he took your abandonment—” Talos couldn’t quite look Fury in the eyes where he said that word—“that much harder.”

When they went back downstairs so Maria Hill could brief Fury on the rebel Skrulls, Talos tried not to read too much into it that Fury sat next to her, on the complete opposite end of the table from himself. She was, after all, the closest friend Fury had.

He also hated that, as the only Skrull at the table, it was his job to break the news to Fury just how precarious the Gravik situation was. “We brought you here for a reason,” he said. A far heftier one than my broken heart, he reminded himself, realizing that it was probably about to get a lot more cracked. “If he succeeds…your species will cease to exist.”

Fury stood up abruptly, pushing his chair back from the table. “Shit,” he muttered. “I’m going for a walk.”

“You’re going for a walk—in Moscow, at night?—You’re gonna stand out.” Even if he couldn’t meet Fury’s gaze, Talos couldn’t resist the urge to warn him off from getting hurt.

And then just like that he was gone.

Talos stared at Maria across the table. He didn’t care that his expression was probably giving away how he was feeling—he wasn’t even sure what label to put on it, so why should he bother to hide it?

“He loves you, you know,” she said, after a drawn-out moment of silence. “When I told him I was calling at your request…well, his tone changed awful quickly.”

That was the call where not only had Fury been summoned back to Earth, he had also learned of Soren’s death. Talos had insisted Maria tell him; the wound was too fresh, and he hadn’t wanted the first time he saw Nick after all those years to be a moment for breaking bad news.

“I’m not so sure,” Talos answered. He got up to look through the fridge—he didn’t truly like a lot of human food, but there were some fruits that tasted nearly identical to Skrull produce, and he kept a stock of them whenever possible. He pulled out a half-eaten can of lychees and a fork from the silverware drawer. “He left.”

Maria followed him to the kitchen area, leaning against the small counter. “The Blip hurt everyone, Talos. The rest of the world may not think so, but you and I know that he’s only human. He needed the time away.”

“He could have spent it with us.” “Why are you so hung up on that? I know you missed him—”

“Missed him?” Talos shoved the can to the side and turned towards Maria. “If you can say that lungs would ‘miss’ oxygen or that veins would ‘miss’ blood, then yeah. I missed him.” He buried his head in his hands. “It wasn’t just those five years, Maria. For decades I’ve wondered if he loved me, always too afraid to hear that answer was no to even ask, always sure that if he felt so, he would tell me.”

“You could have told him how you felt,” Maria reminded him.

“I could have. And he could have. We wasted all that time and I just—I can’t help but believe that if he had been down here with us, like he should’ve been, maybe he could have done what I couldn’t. Maybe Soren would still be alive.”

He abandoned us, Talos wanted to say. It was what most Skrulls believed about Nick Fury, although Talos could’ve told them they had no idea what it was to be abandoned by him.

Soren had never made a secret of her affection for Fury; all those years locked away from her husband in Mar-Vell’s lab had taught her how precious love was, and how freely it should be expressed. Talos, on the other hand, feared rejection. Loneliness. Ages of being hunted by the Kree, mistrusted and reviled by other species, had taught him that. And yet…with Soren by his side, it was always clear that Fury had a home with them if he wanted it. And Fury had accepted that offer and lived with them from time to time, his nearness and his close relationship with Soren driving Talos mad.

Why did he give up that home when they needed so badly to see him alive and well after his death?

Suddenly Talos remembered something else Soren had said. They had been washing dishes together, while Fury was in the living room admiring some drawings that G’iah had made.

“You’re a stubborn man, Talos. And I love you for it. Anyone else might have given up on finding us again.” She handed him a plate to dry. “But…I wonder what it would take for you to take a leap of faith.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” (He did.)

“Hand him your heart, Talos, and trust him not to break it.”

Soren had been able to do it all that time, and it had never cost her. Yet even now, when he was finally reunited with Fury, Talos had only been able to give him Soren’s love, and not his own.

It was on him as much as it was on Fury that they had never determined what they were to each other. And it was his inability to protect Soren, not Fury’s absence from them, that had cost Soren her life, Talos decided.

When Fury finally returned from his walk (and a kidnapping, Talos was alarmed to hear) he informed them that he had set up a bug in an associate’s house and was expecting to get new intel on Gravik’s plans soon. Maria took charge of setting up their end of the surveillance equipment, and Talos determined to take his chance and do what Soren had advised him to do years ago.

“Fury, can I talk to you for a moment?” he asked. He noticed Maria smirking and wanted to sigh. “It’s….” Not information on which the fate of Earth or Humanity hung, but still….“Important.”

To Talos's surprise, Fury’s irritation with him had entirely dissipated, no doubt in light of the new information they were about to get. They went back up to the roof and stood looking out at the city together, the silence amiable.

Talos reached over and took Fury’s hand. His fingers were cold. “I’ve always loved you,” he said, staring straight ahead. “And I’m sorry it took me so long to say it.”

Fury smiled. “I had guessed. Figured you would say it when you were ready—didn’t quite expect that to take three decades.” He pulled Talos close and repeated the Skrull forehead touch they had done earlier, their fingers still intertwined. A single tear slipped down Talos’s face. “I love you too.”

#secret invasion #espionage husbands #nick fury x talos #talos x nick fury #nick fury #talos #scene rewrite fic #these relationships are mentioned as past because Soren is dead but the tags apply: #Soren x talos #talos x soren #nick fury x soren #Soren x nick fury #(kind of) #(read the fic it'll make more sense) #marvel #mcu #fic #Maria hill #talos is being a sad little man #but he gets a happy ending so it's all good #skrull forehead touch #martianbugsbunny writes fic

[aldbooks]

Hi! You still taking from the prompt list? :)

“Do you love me?” Or “tell me a secret?”

I feel like maybe they can go together too

For Gwynriel ❤️

I think this was supposed to be a fluff prompt but, as is my wont, it turned angsty ha ha. It starts off a bit E/riel but don't worry, it's just pre relationship Gwynriel. Before they realize their feelings.

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Azriel panted heavily where he lay on his back in the middle of the training ring. Sweat coated his body and seemed in no hurry to cool in the humid night air of summer. He'd come up here to think, as was his habit, and had only collapsed a moment ago, once he'd worn himself out with exercise. Still, his mind would not quiet.

She'd looked so beautiful at dinner, with her golden curls glowing in the candle light and a warm smile on her face. It had been an age, it seemed, since he'd last seen her, determined to follow Rhys' edict that he stay away from her no matter how much he wanted to do the opposite. It was for her sake, he reasoned. Both of theirs, if he were being honest. He could not have her, not so long as she was tied to him, and he would not torture either of them by allowing them to grow any closer. To want anymore than they already did. So, as he had done for the last five centuries with another, he yearned for her from afar.

He sensed her before he saw her, her bright voice floating over to him like a song. His shadows hummed with pleasure at the appearance of their new favorite.

"You know, I think I've had a dream just like this," she said. He could hear her smirk. "Except my blade was at your neck and you were surrendering.... hold a moment would you?"

He wasn't sure he could've moved just then if he wanted to. His body felt heavy, his limbs unwilling to obey a single command. So he lay there, staring up at the stars until he felt the cool kiss of metal at his chin. His eyes slid over to her where she gazed down at him with a laughing smirk, her eyes glittering. She looked like a conquering goddess, a Valkyrie of old.

"There," she said. "That's quite a picture. Thank you for your cooperation, I'm not sure when else I might have had the opportunity to see that."

A laugh huffed out of him before he could stop it and she beamed, pulling her weapon away. "May I join you?"

He waved a hand, too tired to do more than flick his wrist. "If you must."

"Don't sound so excited," she quipped as she set aside the sword and knelt down, laying out beside him with her body sprawled in the opposite direction, mindful of his wings. Her head rested a few inches from his and he breathed in her familiar scent.

There had always been something soothing about it. There had always been something soothing about her. He couldn't explain what it was, this mysterious quality she seemed to possess that put him at ease no matter how foul his mood. But he was grateful for it.

For a while, neither of them spoke.

"Tell me a secret," she said.

He blinked and glanced over at her. "You first."

Her eyes narrowed. "A secret for a secret?"

He shrugged, not really caring what innocent secret she might impart- he could not imagine her having any true secrets, she was practically an open book- so long as she kept speaking. He liked her voice, especially when she sang. It calmed him.

She hummed in thought. "Sometimes, late at night, when it's really cold, and I can't sleep..."

For some reason, those words sent a jolt of adrenaline through him, momentarily stopping his heart before it began galloping forward again. A flush crept up his neck as he silently chastised himself for the foolish though that had flitted through his mind, hoping she did not notice in the dark.

"...I bury myself under the covers with the light I nicked from Nesta and read until I wake up with my face stuck to the pages."

He chuckled. Just as he thought. He dismissed the image that had sprung to his mind unbidden a moment ago, burying it somewhere deep where he vowed to forget its existence. This was Gwyn. Of course she was speaking of reading and not anything so scandalous.

Gwyn grinned at the sound of his laughter, as though that were exactly what she'd been after, and turned her face to him. "Your turn," she smile dimmed, her expression turning softer. "What is bothering you?"

He just barely held back a flinch. "I don't know what you mean."

She made a skeptical sound. "Azriel, you only ever come up here when you can't sleep. Something is clearly weighing on you. You don't have to speak of it, of course, but don't insult my intelligence."

He sighed, a slow exhalation between his lips. She was right of course, she always was. Not that he'd ever in a million years admit that to her face. She'd be far too smug, it'd be unbearable.

He hadn't had any intention of speaking about his feelings for Elain. Other than the brief, tense conversation he'd had with Rhys on Winter Solstice, he hadn't spoken to anyone about it. Though, he was sure the others at least suspected.

And yet, he found his mouth moving, words pouring out of him in halting sentences. "There is- a lady that I- that has been the object of my attention for some time." Beside him, Gwyn lay quietly still, listening. "But she is- I am beneath her." He said, forgoing any mention of 'the lady' already having a mate.

She scoffed. "Well that's shite."

He jerked, surprised by the crude word on her lips. He turned to her in bewilderment. "Excuse me?"

She did not turn to him but he could see her lids flutter as she rolled her eyes. "You heard precisely what I said. That's the most ridiculous thing you've ever said. You are not beneath anyone."

He gaped at her in astonishment. How could she say so? She, who had seen him in the peak of blood lust, slaughtering with impunity. A vehicle of pure wrath. How could she think such a beast worthy of a lady? Even if she did not know who the lady in question was?

"Don't look at me like that," she said, sliding her gaze to him for a second. "It's true."

Shaking his head, he said- "Gwyn, I am the bastard born son of a male who's family rejected me the moment I was born. I am a disgrace in the eyes of my own people."

Her eyes flashed, even in the dim darkness he could see it. His shadows stirred in agreement with the anger in her hard expression. She shrugged. "So what?"

He blinked. So what?

"Cassian was born a bastard too. For that matter, so was I. Does that make either of us beneath any other person?"

"No," he growled, repulsed at the idea that anyone would think her unworthy.

She turned to him, her teal gaze holding his intensely. "Then why are you the exception?"

He shook his head, rejecting the notion she was attempting to force upon him. His heart resumed its racing beat from a few moments ago. This time, for a very different reason.

"I- you do not know the things I have done."

She scoffed again. "Please. Everyone in Prythian knows who you are, Spymaster. It does not take much genius to imagine the deeds you might have committed in your efforts to keep this court safe. No matter how dark, to my mind, they make you a hero. Not a monster."

He stared at her, aghast. No. No, he was not a hero. He was a torturer. A spy. A thief. A killer. He was a monster.

"I am not a hero."

"Says who?" she argued. "The people you've had to hurt to protect us? The ones who seek to cause harm? Perhaps you are not a hero to them, no. But to us- to me, the other priestesses in the Library, the people of this city- you are."

He said nothing, stunned.

Yes, his shadows whispered. You are her hero.

He shook his head again, dispelling the words. "Gwyn, I- I did not save you. I- we got there too late..." His voice was barely above a whisper as he voiced the guilt that had followed him since the night he'd found her and Mor had brought her here. The guilt that had tried to rear its head when he saw her again, but which he'd stamped down, not wanting her to be reminded of that horror. Better for her to think he did not remember.

Something hollow flashed across her face, there and gone in an instant. "Yes," she agreed. His heart cracked. The guilt punching through his ribs. "You are only one man, Azriel. You cannot be everywhere at once. I'm not sure anything could have spared us such destruction that night but, you got there when you could. And because of that, I am still alive. The other priestesses who still reside there are still alive. The- the younglings... you helped me save them. And I will always be grateful for that."

Her stare held him locked in place, unable to look away from the truth and sincerity in her eyes. She did not blame him. He swallowed thickly.

"If this lady-" she said, her eyes seeming to glow. "-does not think you beneath her, then why should anything else matter?"

"She doesn't know," he said quietly. "The things I've done. She has no idea."

Her expression was unreadable as they stared at each other. "Then tell her."

He flinched.

"There's no use fretting over it otherwise. The only way to know about her for sure is to tell her. Either she accepts you or she doesn't. Either way, it is not a reflection on you. It does not qualify any of the negative thoughts you hold about yourself, only you can dispel those, not anyone else's opinion. It just means you're not compatible, and that does not make you beneath her, or less worthy of love."

Not for the first time, this young priestess, wise far beyond her years, left him speechless.

"You should not settle for less than that. Should not compromise yourself for someone who does not see you and accept you exactly as you are. Because you deserve that. Wether you wish to believe it or not. "

Something flickered in her eyes, an emotion he could not name but that called out to him. To that broken, frightened child in him, that had grown to believe he did not deserve the things he so desperately wanted. Love, companionship, compassion. To not be alone.

A spark lit, deep in his chest, glowing warmly until it spread through him as he finally recognized the look she was giving him.

Acceptance.

#anon ask #gwynriel #gwyn x azriel #gwyn and azriel #azriel and gwyn #azriel x gwyn #writing prompts

[skellymom]

hello, i noticed you have "elder goth" written in your bio and im like. an infant bat. do you have any tips on anything (music, makeup, clothing, ect?

(srry if this sounds awkward, im just a very nervous person)

Whew! I DIDN'T FORGET YOU!!! It was an INSANE weekend at work...and I'm burnt. Plus, I like to write my fics and answer asks at my desktop computer and not my phone (fat fingers are clumsy).

Ahem...ok for the Goth Thing:

It's really just about the music. That's it. I mean SO MUCH has evolved and developed since the first wave of that "genre" music appeared on the scene back in the 1970's (Post Punk) underground. Even some bands labeled as Goth now didn't see themselves as such back in the day.

This next list has a lot of good Goth music, with some songs not necessarily in that genre, but close enough that MANY in the community love them. And, some of them showed up before the movement even started (a few after to help with it's evolution), but definitely helped to establish the genre later on (ahem...David Bowie). Btw Marilyn Manson is NOT Goth. However, a LOT of us still love his music as it fits with our dark aesthetic...and remember when I mentioned David Bowie? Well, I am quite sure he helped inspired Marilyn Manson. His Mechanical Animals album certainly looks as it was influenced by Bowie. But, I digress, again... This is just a start on your musical journey...a stepping stone.

People will tell you that if you don't dress or present physically a certain way that you aren't Goth. NOPE. You can dress dark and spooky and edgy but not be Goth. You can dress like a pink princess or "normie" and be Goth at heart. When us older Children of the Night were coming up we did a LOT of DIY (do it yourself) and wore a lot of things you might not consider even Goth. There wasn't the depth, breadth, and easy access of things available on the market like today. We were poor, felt different, non conformist, and just looking for community. That's another hallmark of being a Goth: community. Because back in the day someone might do a violence on you for looking weird (Wearing all black back in the day was seen as extremely socially deviant. ESPECIALLY in small town US or conservative UK/England. People literally were afraid of or hated us. Our brethren: The Punks, Rastafarians, Metal Heads, Rappers, New Wavers (prejudice was doubled if you were a person of color, a different sexuality/gender, poor, etc.) experienced the same thing in society. Then came along The Satanic Panic and OH SHIT what a pain in the ass that was! And The "Moral" Majority crap...) I digress: we were looking for people like us, BUT THEY DIDN'T HAVE TO LOOK EXACTLY LIKE US. Just a bunch of nice, supportive people who got together to listen to music, dance, support the local bands/talent, and try to make it another day. You will find this in the FANDOM, LGBTQ+, and Communities of Color as well...and they overlap.

The presentation is secondary and up to you on how you want to look. You can do it up the max or just be simple in black. My favorite person from back in the day, who really doesn't specifically identify as Goth, but hung heavily in the scene back in the day: Neil Gaiman. The guy who gave us the character of Death from The Sandman Series, published as I was coming into my own Baby Bat phase (based on a real person named "Cinnamon"). Yeah...the character everyone aspires to look like (next to Siouxsie Sioux). He wears just plain black clothes and a long black coat. (Pic of him as a youngin')

Me, I go for "Lazy Goth". Everything black (even at work-black scrubs) with occasionally printed tee or a dark jewel toned piece of clothing. Usually I also mix in the Punk aesthetic too (I love the music and put patches on every damned thing). Punk is scruffy and imperfect, not fussy. I like comfort and ease of dressing. Especially in hot weather. And, I don't do a lot of face makeup, especially being older. Plus, I rather like my olive toned skin. Not every Goth needs to be pale. Google Goth People of Color. Beautiful and amazing looks.

Beware of Gatekeepers. Gothier Than Thou's. Don't let them crush your spirit. There is room in this subculture for everyone. If a particular club, group, or individual sets that tone, just move on. That shit ain't worth it.

Dropping a quote from my (sort of) GothFather creative Neil Gaiman:

"Go and make interesting mistakes, make amazing mistakes, make glorious and fantastic mistakes. Break rules. Leave the world more interesting for your being here. Make. Good. Art."

This can also be read as the journey to "create" yourself. You are on a journey, my sweet Child of the Night. It will take a while to find your stride, whatever that is, and that's totally ok. Spread your bat wings and FLY!

Leaving you with one of my favorite songs:

#skellymom #skellymoms ask #goth #goth things #be yourself because everyone else it taken

[vampireninjabunnies-blog]

WIP Wthursday

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Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @inafieldofdaisies @aceghosts @madparadoxum @hopecountyisforlovers @strangefable @direwombat @voidika @derelictheretic @redreart and literally anyone else I missed who wants to.

Sins of The Father

A small piece of a much later chapter. Put under the read more as it is a little spoilery. Might reblog in the morning since it's so late here.

The faint hum of the bunker lights used to bother her but she'd grown accustomed to it after all this time. She crossed the room and kneeled beside the mattress where her precious baby girl lay sleeping. Stroking her daughter's dark hair, she listened to the rise and fall of Peggies voices just outside the locked door that kept them here. Lamenting that her poor girl, her sweet Hope was a little over a year old and had never known anything outside this bunker.

She jumped up when she heard the door open, turning to see Joseph standing there.

"Good morning Esther."

She forced a smile, pulling the dividing curtain to hide the sleeping child from his view. Hope irritated him and Esther knew it. Less so when she was sleeping like this but still she preferred to keep his attention elsewhere when he came to visit. Hope too closely resembled her father. Her hair was redder than his but still dark. But it was her smile and her eyes that annoyed Joseph the most. They were John's eyes. Big and so very blue. His smile.

Esther watched him as he sat, listening to him talk about the project. Venting about the various troubles and aggravations he dealt with. He did this often, come down here to get away. He'd done so when they gained a new Faith, some girl named Rachel. She hadn't bothered to ask what happened to Selena, she already knew. He didn't need to say it.

He talked about the Collapse and his visions. Frequently praised Jacob's work but always inevitably he'd mention John. And as always he'd smile at her smugly when he did. He seemed to enjoy telling her how miserable John was since she had 'died'. How he'd blamed Nick and fallen into drinking heavily. How recently he'd taken to infrequently sleeping with a girl named Holly. Apparently when he was drunk enough she resembled Esther just a bit.

She ignored the ache in her heart as she had quickly learned to. Instead walking over to stand behind him. She began to rub his shoulders and neck. Whispering comforting platitudes into his ear. He moaned softly, relaxing and closing his eyes.

Early on in her captivity she considered stabbing him. Hope had only been a month old at the time. Up until then he'd kept his distance when visiting. That night had been different, he was high strung and paced the room anxiously muttering about her role in the project.

He dubbed her the Mother that night before kissing her and taking her to bed. For Hope's sake she didn't fight him and abandoned her plans to kill him. There were too many Peggies wandering about, she had no idea where she was and without a good distraction there was no way she'd ever make it back home to John. She'd underestimated him before. Underestimated the lengths he would go to maintain control. Never again.

Now it was his turn to underestimate her. She could wear a mask for him. She'd seen John do it so often, and she'd learned well.

So she came up with a new plan. She soothed Joseph, placated him. Pretended to believe his prophecies and Revere him as the Father. Pretended to love him. If the Mother is what he wanted her to be then that is what she'd be.

No matter how long it took she was going to get back home. Her daughter would know her father. And she'd make sure John knew who had done this.

#oc:esther seed #joseph seed #fic:roses on my barren soul #fic wip #scene from much later in the story

[themosleyreview]

The Mosley Review: Violent Night

Its that wonderful time of the year again and you know what that means. It is time for all the holiday music to truly be listened to at right time and definitely time to get your annual viewing of Christmas films marathon started. Every year I watch "It’s a Wonderful Life", "Christmas with the Joker" episode from the Batman: Animated Series and my favorite the first Die Hard film. Every year there is a film about Christmas that is always cheerful and features old Saint Nick himself. Some are fun and heartwarming like "The Christmas Chronicles" or sometimes a little more funny, crood and dark like "Bad Santa". What I haven't seen is an action film featuring Santa Claus in a situation where he is vulnerable and out of his element. Something that acknowledges his legend and maybe shows a more jaded hero. This film delivered that in spades and I loved every second of it. Now it wasn't only about the amazing amount of creative violence and hilariously well timed usage of classic holiday phrases, it actually was a heartwarming tale of how adults have forgotten how to believe in good and how powerful a child's belief can reinvigorate ones belief. It was a surprisingly smart action film that is of this generation, but also fun for the older crowd as well. I mean who doesn't want to see Santa save a family from armed goons comitting a heist on Christmas?!

David Harbour was absolutely perfect as a modern grumpy and heavily intoxicated Santa Claus. He is truly in his element as the every man that has almost lost his faith in humanity and I loved watching him fumble around while delivering presents. I liked that he wasn't jolly and his commentary on the state of gifts was hilarious and true. Once he gets involved with the action in the film, he was wild, funny and just awesome. He explores Santa's past and then quickly brings back the heart of the character in so many heartwarming moments. You can't help but love David as he takes Santa on a rollercoaster of emotion and creative action. Alex Hassell was good as Jason Lightstone as he tries his best to reconnect with his family. Alexis Louder was great as his estranged wife Linda and their chemistry was excellent. Leah Brady was outstanding as Gertrude "Trudy" Lightstone and she steals your heart in the best way the moment she's on screen. Most child actors can go too over the top or completely undercook the innocence of childhood, but she perfectly balanced. She really reignites the heart of Santa and I loved that she got in on the action as well. She pretty much is almost the R rated version of Kevin McCallister. Beverly D'Angelo was perfectly savage as Jason's mother and Trudy's grandmother Gertrude Lightstone. I always enjoy her on screen presence as she nails that "take no crap from anyone" attitude. Brendan Fletcher was fun as one of the henchman in the heist codenamed Krampus. He was such a good sociopath and I think he is truly an underrated actor. John Leguizamo is the head of the operation as codename Scrooge and my god was he amazing. I loved his dark sense of humor and relentless brutality. Once we get into his backstory, he really embodies his codename. I loved his dialogue with Santa the most and especially their fight scene. It was personal and sad. I'm so happy to see him back in the spotlight.

The score by Dominic Lewis was great and cheery in the right moments and then fantastically joyful and bombastic during the action scenes. I liked his subtle twist on the classic Christmas tunes like Silent Night and Carol of the Bells. They're in there and well hidden. The action in the film was expertly shot and I loved that you could see that most of it was David Harbour really doing it. All the fight scenes were creative and used their environments in the best way. I cheered so many times as a few ornaments were used in brutal ways. Like I said before, this film was exactly what you expect in terms of action, but it will definitely surprise you on how heartwarming the story truly is. This is definitely a new favorite Christmas film that I will add to my annual rotation. Let me know what you thought of the film or my review in the comments below. Thanks for reading!

#violent night #david harbour #john leguizamo #alex hassell #alexis louder #leah brady #beverly d'angelo #brendan fletcher

[casitafallz-a]

Pariah AU | The Return P3 

blood tw death tw

It took three days before Rana found a solid routine though the vast boredness of her own AU; wake up- exercise, train, food, swim, draw, and train some more then to annoy Wanderer…. Maybe sleep.

It was growing into twilight when Wanderer returned from the river, orderly and clean before she stocked the fire up. Rana watched as the girl pulled out some thread and got to work on her spare skirt by sewing in the basic and temporary lines given it was getting too dark for her to draw on it directly. Tomorrow-Wanderer would no doubt get her machine out to make it work.

“What designs are you doing for? The Mirabel-typical? Or something more adventurous?” Rana asked, shoving the magazine back into the gun she had been cleaning and set the loaded weapon back into the side.

Normal cases, she’d keep it safe but out in the woods, she’d not let Wanderer be as defenceless to wildlife given the 115 year old teen didn’t carry throwing blades like she did. Of course, Rana couldn’t best Wanderer well in hand-to-hand so sparing with her elder variant sister had been useful. Hand-to-hand wasn’t going to best a jaguar…

Wanderer smiled softly, pausing with the needle before she plucked up a sheet of paper with a few scrawling designs. On it there were a few butterflies, , three rugged scratch lines, a cloud outline with mismatching with  clashing colours and rough outlines of metal limbs…

“You got prostheses going on your clothes?” Rana laughed, taking the sheet for closure inspection with a smile.

Wanderer smiled, “Pariah and Decay, they’re part of this family we’ve got going for the last 15 years.”

Her eyes touched along the three markings. “Stray too…Hallow.”

“I want to add you too, so I was deciding between eyes, like for your gift or your throwing blades.”

Her heart felt all warm and tingly as she heard that, Rana blinked a little though didn’t answer in favour of pulling her variant sister’s head into her stomach for a hug.

Wanderer laughed against her shirt before she felt her face burry in before—

“Oh fuck you!” Rana let go and danced away from the girl’s attempts to blow a raspberry into her belly.

Wanderer laughed heavily. “What? You use to love it when I did that.”

“When I was a baby.” Rana scoffed, “I am not a baby anymore.”

Wanderer let out a dramatic sigh. “I know, you were so cute and cuddly…used to fart on my lap at any opportunity.”

“Ah, nice to know I kept you in check young” Rana poked her tongue out.

But the fun air changed as the familiar tearing sound of a portal opening before the thudded echos and gun shots.

Her hand went for her blades, ducking behind the nearest tree as Wanderer went for her guns.

“That’s not ours!” Wanderer called.

But Rana knew that already by the gunshots alone, this wasn’t a warzone AU nor one that was prone to crossings. The Watchers wouldn’t have come this soon and certainly not her mother. This was a deliberate target

Let’s just hope the intruders weren’t for the Encanto.

Then a figure burst through the trees; too small and deshelled which stopped her launching her knife and just about registering it was Decay with a bleeding head wound and one of her prosthetics arms had been severed off at the elbow but the fact was she was persuaded by twelve armed intruders said a lot before they jumped into action.

Two of her blades hit true as they reached their camp, Wanderer covering to Decay first before firing off as Rana exposed her paralytic gaze; four went down in that shot at once to the forest floor before one got too close before Rana twirled the man’s wrist and flipped the grunt from his hand, pulling a blade him his holster this time and it only took a quick nick to his jugular artery for nature to take care of the rest.

Wanderer dodged a few bullets, interrupting one meant for Decay to the back with a grunt before she drove towards the bastard and a shot to the chest put him down and turned and fired again.

A sharp yelp pulled Rana from her next man, turning to see Decay wheezing, struggling as one had her pinned to the floor, his mass and weight his advantage over a weakened woman.

“NO!” She threw her blade, watching as it embedded into the man’s head and dove forwards to keep him from falling onto Decay and onto the floor instead.

“Hey!”

Wanderer yelped as she was tackled back into the river; the darkness swallowing the two away but Rana couldn’t give her a moment’s pause as the two remaining advanced. Rana didn’t even hesitate to use her gift to watch as they too stiffened and dropped, but this time, one fell face-first into the fire; the other would catch as well once the fire caught his clothes; Rana would let that happen because…she didn’t care.

Her hear sung in her chest and she felt for her last two blades before she padded to Decay’s side, pushing her to sit up though Decay’s eyes rolled, her mouth hung open heaving for breath and Rana could see the moss already forming along her throat and up her cheeks; trying to take in any light for oxygen.

“Decay?” She knew the woman had been on assignment, but this was new; a mission had never been a failure like this; she could only assume Decay’s tactical team didn’t make it if she took an emergency portal out; one that wasn’t calibrated correctly with a Portal Anchor; a delayed close which explained the followers.

Her head turned as she heard voices call, her fingers coming to pull her second to last blade out before she caught sight of the white and blue skirt of a tall muscular figure that stopped her from throwing it but she damn well knew who it was.

Luisa Madrigal.

Her true elder sister in every way now. Not some variant sister like Abscond Luisa or Hazard Luisa, but Pariah Luisa. Her sister.

Others behind her; she noted the armed Felix and a few others of the villagers also armed and ready before it clocked with Rana; they had taken off their  Bruno Madrigal must have seen them here and Dolores…

Her jaw tightened before she straightened up and threw herself to stand in front of Decay, shoving her shades back on to cover her eyes before they caught sight of her; the sight of a human burning was more for their attention before Luisa spotted her first and directed the group towards her.

“Are you okay?”

Rana stared at her for a moment but forced herself to nod. “I am.” Her eyes flickered to the other faces; Tio Felix… Mariano, her own Papi even stood among the group of ten men of the Encanto though she could see the wide-eyes of them taking in the scene and the bodies and the weary eyes to her.

“Can you…put the knife down?” Felix spoke, handing his weapon to Luisa though took a few cautious steps towards her with raised hands, “we’re not here to hurt you.”

Rana debated her options; her camp was ruined. Wanderer could handle herself so she wasn’t too concerned on her.. Decay… she could hear her rasped breaths behind her. She clearly couldn’t talk her way out either; 7 bodies left an impression and the 4 frozen on the floor would need to be contained…

With a flick, Rana slipped her blade back into her holster but there was no doubt the distrustful tension between her and the group that began to spread to the bodies and the men and check them over. “My sister needs help.”

“Okay. We’ll take her to our home and we can get a doctor to see to her. Luisa can take her.” Felix suggested, nodding to Luisa. “Is that okay?”

Rana spared a look to Decay before stepping aside to let Luisa come forwards, bending down herself to pull her knife from the body of the man that had hurt her variant sister and put that way but she pulled her medical pack from the remnants of her tent and paused as she heard Luisa gasp.

“Isabela?!”

Agustín moved forwards at this point, gasping too when he saw her.

“Dios Mios…”

“That’s not your Isabela.” Rana called sharply. “She’s my sister.” She dropped the pack into Luisa’s lap. “You said you’d get her to your home. Do so, please. If she turns into a tree, drop her and let her do so. Do not touch the moss”

Luisa moved first, slipping her mass of muscle so carefully under Decay and picked her up and with that, carried her off swiftly.

“Let’s get you there as well,” Tio Felix suggested softly.

“No, I need to help; four are still alive and armed. I know their weapons, you do not and you could get hurt.” She needed to make sure none of these people picked up the wrong thing; technology can be dangerous and the last thing she needed to be responsible for is setting off a wrong beacon or having one of the groups of these men hone in and attack Encanto.

“Señorita, These men can—“

“No. I will disarm the men, you can deal with them after.”

-

It took ten minutes to pull out all the weapons from the men, the four alive were taken and restrained and to be locked into a barn until their fate was decided. Mariano was sent down river to search for Wanderer but Rana tried to ignore the awkward questions but she had managed to reclaim her knives before they could take them away from her. Her Tio felix hadn’t left nor her Papi until she found herself walking with them away, her bag filled with remains of her camp; the technology and  she could feel their questions but they knew better than to ask right now.

Okay, not 100% thrilled but it needed to end here to change to the new vibe; Rana at Casita and meeting the rest of the family; knowing that have questions; more so about Decay given her likeness to their Isabela lol

#encanto #encanto au #drabble #verana madrigal #pariah verana #pariah au #pariah madrgials #agustín madrigal #agustin madrigal #felix madrigal #luisa madrigal #isabela madrigal #decay isabela #pariah isabela #blood tw #death tw

[casitafallz]

Pariah AU | The Return P3

It took three days before Rana found a solid routine though the vast boredness of her own AU; wake up- exercise, train, food, swim, draw, and train some more then to annoy Wanderer…. Maybe sleep.

It was growing into twilight when Wanderer returned from the river, orderly and clean before she stocked the fire up. Rana watched as the girl pulled out some thread and got to work on her spare skirt by sewing in the basic and temporary lines given it was getting too dark for her to draw on it directly. Tomorrow-Wanderer would no doubt get her machine out to make it work.

“What designs are you doing for? The Mirabel-typical? Or something more adventurous?” Rana asked, shoving the magazine back into the gun she had been cleaning and set the loaded weapon back into the side.

Normal cases, she’d keep it safe but out in the woods, she’d not let Wanderer be as defenceless to wildlife given the 115 year old teen didn’t carry throwing blades like she did. Of course, Rana couldn’t best Wanderer well in hand-to-hand so sparing with her elder variant sister had been useful. Hand-to-hand wasn’t going to best a jaguar…

Wanderer smiled softly, pausing with the needle before she plucked up a sheet of paper with a few scrawling designs. On it there were a few butterflies, , three rugged scratch lines, a cloud outline with mismatching with  clashing colours and rough outlines of metal limbs…

“You got prostheses going on your clothes?” Rana laughed, taking the sheet for closure inspection with a smile.

Wanderer smiled, “Pariah and Decay, they’re part of this family we’ve got going for the last 15 years.”

Her eyes touched along the three markings. “Stray too…Hallow.”

“I want to add you too, so I was deciding between eyes, like for your gift or your throwing blades.”

Her heart felt all warm and tingly as she heard that, Rana blinked a little though didn’t answer in favour of pulling her variant sister’s head into her stomach for a hug.

Wanderer laughed against her shirt before she felt her face burry in before—

“Oh fuck you!” Rana let go and danced away from the girl’s attempts to blow a raspberry into her belly.

Wanderer laughed heavily. “What? You use to love it when I did that.”

“When I was a baby.” Rana scoffed, “I am not a baby anymore.”

Wanderer let out a dramatic sigh. “I know, you were so cute and cuddly…used to fart on my lap at any opportunity.”

“Ah, nice to know I kept you in check young” Rana poked her tongue out.

But the fun air changed as the familiar tearing sound of a portal opening before the thudded echos and gun shots.

Her hand went for her blades, ducking behind the nearest tree as Wanderer went for her guns.

“That’s not ours!” Wanderer called.

But Rana knew that already by the gunshots alone, this wasn’t a warzone AU nor one that was prone to crossings. The Watchers wouldn’t have come this soon and certainly not her mother. This was a deliberate target

Let’s just hope the intruders weren’t for the Encanto.

Then a figure burst through the trees; too small and deshelled which stopped her launching her knife and just about registering it was Decay with a bleeding head wound and one of her prosthetics arms had been severed off at the elbow but the fact was she was persuaded by twelve armed intruders said a lot before they jumped into action.

Two of her blades hit true as they reached their camp, Wanderer covering to Decay first before firing off as Rana exposed her paralytic gaze; four went down in that shot at once to the forest floor before one got too close before Rana twirled the man’s wrist and flipped the grunt from his hand, pulling a blade him his holster this time and it only took a quick nick to his jugular artery for nature to take care of the rest.

Wanderer dodged a few bullets, interrupting one meant for Decay to the back with a grunt before she drove towards the bastard and a shot to the chest put him down and turned and fired again.

A sharp yelp pulled Rana from her next man, turning to see Decay wheezing, struggling as one had her pinned to the floor, his mass and weight his advantage over a weakened woman.

“NO!” She threw her blade, watching as it embedded into the man’s head and dove forwards to keep him from falling onto Decay and onto the floor instead.

“Hey!”

Wanderer yelped as she was tackled back into the river; the darkness swallowing the two away but Rana couldn’t give her a moment’s pause as the two remaining advanced. Rana didn’t even hesitate to use her gift to watch as they too stiffened and dropped, but this time, one fell face-first into the fire; the other would catch as well once the fire caught his clothes; Rana would let that happen because…she didn’t care.

Her hear sung in her chest and she felt for her last two blades before she padded to Decay’s side, pushing her to sit up though Decay’s eyes rolled, her mouth hung open heaving for breath and Rana could see the moss already forming along her throat and up her cheeks; trying to take in any light for oxygen.

“Decay?” She knew the woman had been on assignment, but this was new; a mission had never been a failure like this; she could only assume Decay’s tactical team didn’t make it if she took an emergency portal out; one that wasn’t calibrated correctly with a Portal Anchor; a delayed close which explained the followers.

Her head turned as she heard voices call, her fingers coming to pull her second to last blade out before she caught sight of the white and blue skirt of a tall muscular figure that stopped her from throwing it but she damn well knew who it was.

Luisa Madrigal.

Her true elder sister in every way now. Not some variant sister like Abscond Luisa or Hazard Luisa, but Pariah Luisa. Her sister.

Others behind her; she noted the armed Felix and a few others of the villagers also armed and ready before it clocked with Rana; they had taken off their runes so...Bruno Madrigal must have seen them here and Dolores…

Her jaw tightened before she straightened up and threw herself to stand in front of Decay, shoving her shades back on to cover her eyes before they caught sight of her; the sight of a human burning was more for their attention before Luisa spotted her first and directed the group towards her.

“Are you okay?”

Rana stared at her for a moment but forced herself to nod. “I am.” Her eyes flickered to the other faces; Tio Felix… Mariano, her own Papi even stood among the group of ten men of the Encanto though she could see the wide-eyes of them taking in the scene and the bodies and the weary eyes to her.

“Can you…put the knife down?” Felix spoke, handing his weapon to Luisa though took a few cautious steps towards her with raised hands, “we’re not here to hurt you.”

Rana debated her options; her camp was ruined. Wanderer could handle herself so she wasn’t too concerned on her.. Decay… she could hear her rasped breaths behind her. She clearly couldn’t talk her way out either; 7 bodies left an impression and the 4 frozen on the floor would need to be contained…

With a flick, Rana slipped her blade back into her holster but there was no doubt the distrustful tension between her and the group that began to spread to the bodies and the men and check them over. “My sister needs help.”

“Okay. We’ll take her to our home and we can get a doctor to see to her. Luisa can take her.” Felix suggested, nodding to Luisa. “Is that okay?”

Rana spared a look to Decay before stepping aside to let Luisa come forwards, bending down herself to pull her knife from the body of the man that had hurt her variant sister and put that way but she pulled her medical pack from the remnants of her tent and paused as she heard Luisa gasp.

“Isabela?!”

Agustín moved forwards at this point, gasping too when he saw her.

“Dios Mios…!”

“That’s not your Isabela.” Rana called sharply. “She’s my sister.” She dropped the pack into Luisa’s lap. “You said you’d get her to your home. Do so, please. If she turns into a tree, drop her and let her do so. Do not touch the moss”

Luisa moved first, slipping her mass of muscle so carefully under Decay and picked her up and with that, carried her off swiftly.

“Let’s get you there as well,” Tio Felix suggested softly.

“No, I need to help; four are still alive and armed. I know their weapons, you do not and you could get hurt.” She needed to make sure none of these people picked up the wrong thing; technology can be dangerous and the last thing she needed to be responsible for is setting off a wrong beacon or having one of the groups of these men hone in and attack Encanto.

“Señorita, These men can—“

“No. I will disarm the men, you can deal with them after.”

 -

It took ten minutes to pull out all the weapons from the men, the four alive were taken and restrained and to be locked into a barn until their fate was decided. Mariano was sent down river to search for Wanderer but Rana tried to ignore the awkward questions but she had managed to reclaim her knives before they could take them away from her. Her Tio felix hadn’t left nor her Papi until she found herself walking with them away, her bag filled with remains of her camp; the technology and  she could feel their questions but they knew better than to ask right now.

Somehow, i’ve lost the original reblog so i’ve reposted

#Pariah AU #verana madrigal #pariah verana #isabela madrigal #decay isabela #felix madrigal #luisa madrigal #agustin madrigal #agustín madrigal #mirabel madrigal #blood tw #death tw #mariano guzman #pariah agustin #pariah felix #pariah luisa

[cockslutpadalecki]

Of Monsters And Men

Summary: When your husband is arrested, your ex Nick decides to break the news to you himself. 

Characters: Dark!Sheriff!Nick Fowler x F!Reader, (established) Mob!Ari Levinson x F!Reader.

Words: 2.6K.

Warnings: non-con/dub-con, jealousy, possessive!Nick, explicit sexual content, gun kink, female masturbation (at gunpoint), pussy spitting, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), forced orgasms, 18+.

A/N: My first time writing for Nick, please let me know your thoughts. Heavily inspired by this scene, thank you @rainbowkisses31​ for all that you do for us! Position inspired by this GIF. Beta: @princessmisery666​ but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. And many thanks to my pre-reader @navybrat817​ for your support and valued opinion!

It’s not like Ari to miss dinner. You call him numerous times while the girls get progressively more antsy, worrying when Daddy will be coming home. You keep promising that he’ll be back soon, “he must’ve got caught in traffic,” you tell them, but the more you try to convince them of the lie, the less you believe in it.

Ari is never late arriving home. And on the very rare occasion he is, he always calls. Your cell phone remains dark as you stare down at it, trying to swallow down the enchiladas you made, but all you can taste is cardboard.

You bathe and put the girls to bed, reassuring them that wherever Daddy is, he’s thinking of them and loves them both very much. They seem sated as you kiss them goodnight, but it just puts you further on edge. Where on earth could he be?

You reach the bottom stair just as a knock raps heavily on the front door, your heart leaping into your chest. Rushing over, you hurry to open it, trying to ignore the small thread of doubt in your mind knowing it can’t be Ari. He has a key.

It’s not Ari.

The man standing on your porch confirms it.

Stony crystalline eyes stare you down as your shoulders sag under the implications of what this means.

“Nick, sorry,” you say before clearing your throat to correct yourself, “Sheriff Fowler, what can I do for you?”

“Mr. Levinson home?”

You narrow your eyes and cross your arms over your chest. “No,” comes your curt reply. “But why do I get the feeling you’ve come to tell me you already know where he is?”

“I felt like you deserved to be told this in person,” he explains. “He was arrested this afternoon for his involvement in the distribution of Class A drugs, not to mention countless murders that have been committed under his authority.”

The words don’t shock you. In fact, you’ve been expecting this for years considering your husband’s business, but it doesn’t mean the sharp stab of pain to your heart hurts any less.

“I suppose I had better call his lawyer then.”

“Mr. Barber is already at the precinct briefing his client,” Nick interjects formally. You can tell he’s enjoying this from the way his lips twitch, daring to form a smile.

Relief washes over you a little. Knowing Andy as well as you do, you know he’ll do whatever it takes to get Ari released, even if it does take a little longer than usual. Murder charges are pretty fucking serious.

“Can I speak to him?” you ask quietly.

“He’ll get his phone call in due course, but for now just sit tight, yeah?”

“Thank you, Sheriff. I appreciate the heads up.”

“C’mon, I think we’re a little beyond formalities, don’t you think?” he smiles wide.

You return it with a small one of your own. “Thank you, Nick.”

For a minute you both stand in silence before Nick starts sniffing the air, edging closer to the threshold of the house. “Mm, what smells so good?”

“Oh, I made enchiladas for dinner.”

“Ah, yeah,” he nods, reminiscent. “You always did make the best.” His stomach grumbles at that and he laughs softly. “Sorry.”

“Would you—” you start before suddenly thinking better of it, only to convince yourself that it’s okay. “Would you like some? I have leftovers.” You let out a little laugh, trying to ease the unease in your voice.

You only have leftovers because Ari is sitting in a jail cell right now.

Nick’s face instantly lights up at your invitation. “That’d be great.”

-

As you walk into the kitchen, Nick following close behind, the house feels claustrophobic despite its vastness. You don’t know how to talk to him in a casual capacity anymore, that bridge burned many years ago when you chose Ari over him.

You always knew of Ari’s shady past, even back when you first met him, but it never put you off. He didn’t allow you into the business— “the less you know the better,” he would say, but true to his word, that business never spilled over into your home life. Another of Ari’s promises. One that he didn’t break until tonight.

In all the years you’ve been his partner, his wife— no harm has ever come to you or your daughters. Ari would burn the city to the ground if that ever happened. 

Nick whistles as you head towards the refrigerator. “Wow, two ovens? You know you have a big house when you need two of those.”

“I guess,” you shrug, turning to flash him a brief, curt smile. “Never really thought about it like that.”

“‘Spose it must be tough keeping this giant house tidy and being a full time mom while your husband is gone,” he adds when you turn back to grab the plate of food. You wince at his words, not impressed by the way he’s boldly insinuating Ari won’t be coming back.

You avoid his avid stare as you make your way over to the microwave oven, hands shaky. “Angela, my housekeeper, helps a lot.”

“A big ol’ mansion and a housekeeper? Gotta say I’m impressed he can afford all this on a measly mechanic’s salary.” 

He’s fishing now. Trying to get you to slip up. You freeze, trying not to lose your cool, and silently rebuke yourself, knowing this is all your doing by foolishly letting him into your home. 

You decide not to humour him, instead changing the subject and offering him a beer. 

“I better not, seeing as I’m on duty and all,” he smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. You nod in understanding, hurriedly searching around the kitchen for something to distract you from the awkwardness. You turn away from him, settling on watching the microwave as the numbers tick down and the cheese bubbling as it rotates.

It’s too silent, the only noise is the dull hum of the microwave oven as you warm up the remaining enchiladas. Ari’s dinner. The thought nips at your heart and you suddenly feel like you're doing something deceitful. 

What would he think if he knew you let your ex into the house? your mind cruelly taunts, but the voice of reason— Ari’s voice— cuts through it. You do what you have to, Dove, to keep our family safe.

“Where are the girls?” Nick mentions softly, finally breaking the tension in the room.

“Oh, um, they’re sleeping.” 

Selfishly, you want to go and wake them up just so you don’t have to be alone with him. There would’ve been a time during your past that the food in the oven would’ve been long forgotten as Nick ate you up for dinner. 

You remember when just his greeting smile made you preen and aroused, but as it were, things changed dramatically and now his presence makes you anxious. 

The sharp ping of the microwave tugs you from your reverie. You blink a few times and rush to pull the steaming plate out.

“How long do you intend to keep Ari in custody?” you ask over your shoulder, quickly grabbing some cutlery from the drawer. Turning on your heel, you spin around and run straight into Nick. “Oh,” you awkwardly add with a laugh.

When did he get so close?

“Unfortunately as long as it takes.” He stares down at you, lip caught between his teeth. “They’re some pretty serious charges.”

“It’s a good thing my husband is innocent then,” you smile sweetly.

Nick’s jaw tightens at your words. “We both know that couldn’t be further from the truth.”

“I don’t know what you could possibly be insinuating.”

At that, he grabs your wrist and twists it sharply causing the plate to fall to the floor, smashing into a mess of hot cheese and porcelain.

“He doesn’t deserve you, never has,” Nick spits harshly, pulling you tight against him.

“And you did?”

“I treated you like a damn queen, and look how you repay me. Marrying yourself off to a fucking criminal.”

“Despite what you may think, Ari is a good man,” you explain, your voice shaky. “Now let go of me.”

Instead, Nick pushes you backwards until you collide with the countertop behind you, slamming his hand over your mouth to prevent a scream from escaping.

“Ssh, you don’t wanna wake the girls, do you?” he soothes, your heart turning to ice at the mention of them. You try to speak from behind his palm, but the words are far too muffled to be coherent.

Slowly he lifts his hand, allowing you to repeat it.

“What’re you doing?” you whisper, hot tears springing into your eyes.

“Even that fancy lawyer of yours is gonna have trouble getting him back home to you,” Nick tells you with a sneer. “I can make those charges go away in an instant.”

“How?”

“It’s so easy to lose evidence these days, even easier to destroy it by mistake.”

The magnitude of his words truly sinks in. “You would do that for him?”

“Not for him,” he practically spits, “for you.”

“And what do you want from me in return?”

The glint in his eye makes your stomach roll with nausea. You know exactly what he wants. You need no verbal response as he shoves his hand between your legs, the skirt of your sundress bunching up around his wrist. 

Running his thumb over your clothed clit, your hips cant towards the contact, desperate for more friction. 

“Still an eager little kitten, aren’t you?” Nick teases, his breath hot on your cheek. 

Kitten.

You haven’t heard that name in so long. Jaw clenching, you stare daggers at him, no longer influenced or swayed by the cute little pet name he gave you all those years ago. You’re actually a little insulted that he thinks it would work. That you would instantly take everything back and profess your love for him instead of Ari. 

“No? Don’t like that anymore? What does he call you, hm?”

“Don’t you dare mention Ari,” you snap and everything happens in an instant. Your fingers curl around the knife still laying on the countertop as your other hand rushes to grip his wrist, halting his ministrations. 

At the same time, Nick’s hold at the nape of your neck falters, disappearing beneath his suit jacket before it reappears and the cold barrel of his gun presses up underneath your chin. 

“Drop it, kitten,” he urges, forcing your head back. Your grip only tightens and his eyes flicker towards the weapon now aimed at his ribs.

Nick shakes his head with a small tut, pushing the gun harder into your skin. “Stop tryin’ to figure a way outta this, and do as you’re told.” 

With the release of a deep breath, you let go of the knife and it clatters to the floor. The revolver remains beneath your jaw. Nick overpowers your grip on his wrist, and peels your soaked panties to the side, sliding two fingers straight into your velvet heat. 

“Mm,” he hums, delighted, “pussy’s just as greedy as I remember.”

Shame blooms beneath your cheeks as he drags them out before plunging them back in again, making you whimper. He regards with his deep blue stare, tongue resting heavily on his bottom lip. 

He remembers every detail of your body like he touched you only yesterday. You hate it. You hate how he remembers to curl his fingers upwards, massaging that sweet spot inside you that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. You hate how he presses his thumb to your clit, running it in a perfect oval shape over the pulsing bead. 

“Look at you, gun to your head while you drip all ‘round my fingers,” Nick muses with a wide smirk. “Some things never change, huh?” 

You glare at him briefly before squeezing your eyes shut, not wanting to see the look on his smug face as you come. 

“Oh yes, that’s it, that’s the kitten I remember.” You can hear the sheer elation in his voice before you see it etched in his features when you finally open your eyes. 

The gun drops to his side as he pulls his fingers free, bringing them to his lips and sucks down deeply. “Hm, wish I had the time to taste you properly. You always did love it when I ate your little cunt out, didn’t you?” 

You stiffen against him. “Look, you got what you came for-”

Nick cuts you off sharply. “Far from it kitten, I’m not leaving until you’re coming around my cock.” 

He grabs your upper arm, his grip pinching as he roughly tugs you over to the kitchen table. Foolishly, you try to fight him but he aims the gun straight at your forehead. 

“Don’t care who you are, I won’t hesitate to blow your fuckin’ brains out.” 

The threat forces you to comply. He urges you to lay back, legs spread. Placing the gun out of reach, he steps in between your thighs and pushes your dress up around your waist, giving a little satisfied hum at the mess of your panties. 

“No point you keepin’ these now kitten, I better look after them for you,” Nick smirks, pulling the material down your legs and shoves them into his pocket. He shrugs off his jacket, taking the time to roll up his shirt sleeves as he stares down at your bare sex. 

Hastily fingering open his belt buckle, he reaches into his slacks, and pulls his thick cock free. He runs the tip through your swollen pussy lips, gathering up slick before he spits on your cunt. The warmth of his saliva dribbles down your clit until he wipes it away with his throbbing length. 

Nick pushes into you in one bruising thrust, shunting you halfway up the table. He fucks you with reckless abandon from the start, tugging you back onto his cock with deep, chest-rumbling grunts. 

You bite down on your lower lip to stifle the whimpers swirling around on your tongue, but some still manage to escape despite your best efforts.

“C’mon kitten, let me hear you.” 

Nick lifts your leg, moving to place it over the other. Your body twists as you shift onto your side, your flesh rippling as he fucks into you harder. He yanks down the front of your dress to reveal your breasts and tweaks your pebbling nipple between his thumb and index. The disparity in angle and depth makes a shriek rip from your throat, the sound disgusting you. 

“That’s more like it.” 

Your eyes burn with tears and hurriedly, you close them, not wanting to give Nick the satisfaction of knowing this is getting to you. They spring open when you hear the low vibrations of your cell buzzing along the counter. 

Ari. 

“Guess your husband finally got his phone call,” he taunts with a little laugh, snapping his hips a little harder as he grabs the back of your head, pulling you up onto your elbows. He presses his forehead to yours as the buzzing continues, but the hard slaps of skin on skin quickly drowns it out. By the time Nick slows down, the rest of the house remains quiet. “Should be our daughters upstairs sleeping, not his.”

The sound of the landline jolts life into you, but all you can do is remain in Nick’s grasp as it rings and rings. Finally it stops and the answering machine kicks in. 

You can’t stop the tears from coming when you hear Ari’s voice echo through the kitchen. 

“Dove, I’m sorry I haven’t called sooner, I’m in a bit of trouble but it’s nothing Andy can’t fix. Everything is gonna be okay. Kiss my girls for me, alright? I’ll be home soon. But you gotta promise me one thing,” there’s a beat where he sucks in a deep breath, “if that fucking Sheriff shows up, you don’t let him i—”

The machine clicks, cutting him off and Nick chuckles darkly. 

“Shame his warning comes a little late, huh?” 

***

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The Scarlet Witch Prophecy - Chapter 20 - Agatha's Memories (Part Two)

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Summary: As the youngest daughter of Howard Stark, you have ordinary expectations for your years at Hogwarts. Little do you know what adventures await you when your destiny is intertwined with the legendary Scarlet Witch.

Warnings: +16. Adaptation of the Harry Potter Saga, Magical Thematic, Prophecies, Mentions of Violence, Torture and dark magic, Language (swearing and minor/major offenses), manipulation of will, Underage kissing, insinuation of smut with minors, Smut (overage), descriptions of death, aggression, obscurity, angst, fluffy, soulmates analogies.

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Chapter 20 - Part XX - Agatha's Memories (Part Two)

You don’t sleep for long, there is a sound of something breaking that makes you blink confusedly as you move on your bed.

Then you realize that it is the wood up your head that is moving, along with a red magic that you know very well.

You look forward, only to find Wanda with an impassive look on her face as she merges the bed into one.

“I’m sleeping with you from now on.” She says simply as she finishes, and you lay back on the mattress, not sure of what to say about that.

You hold your breath as you hear her taking off her shoes, changing to her pajamas next, staring on the roof of the tent as she does it.

She pulls the blanket to lie down, and then is mimicking your position.

"Would...would it be okay if I hugged you?" she asks after a moment, and you feel your heart race.

"I'd like that." You mumble clumsily, turning to the opposite side.

And it takes half a second for Wanda to wrap her arms around your waist, burying her face in your shoulders, inhaling your perfume and making you blush heavily.

Your legs entwine from underneath the comforter, and you feel more secure than you ever have before.

"I'm sorry." She murmurs against your skin. You think she is talking about what happened with the horcrux, and you just nod softly, but she repeats the apology against your ear, intertwining her hands in front of your belly, and you realize she is talking about everything.

"I love you." She confesses next, and you feel your eyes fill with tears.

The hug gets tighter, and you sink your face into the pillow, allowing yourself to cry.

And Wanda doesn't let go, even when you sob, and it takes a while, but you finally fall asleep. And when you do, she stays.

//-//-//-//

You woke up first. And you don’t wanna get up. Not when you have Wanda wrapped around you like this, your face buried her neck, as you both turned around during the night, and now your legs are completely entwined, and you are practically lying on top of her.

And all you do is sink even deeper against her body, sighing against her skin. She smells so good.

"-morning." She whispers hoarsely, still with her eyes closed, her hands around your body moving slowly against your back down and up, and you just murmur into her skin wishing you could stay in that moment forever.

"We should get up." Wanda says after a moment in silence, not seeming to really wish to do so.

"No, thank you." You retort and your voice comes out muffled against her neck, the vibration making her laugh.

"We need to darling, I think we have some lessons. "She says and you mumble softly, the curiosity to pursue the story Agatha was telling is enough to make you pull away.

But when you are about to let go of Wanda, she pulls on your forearm, and you look at her with confusion, but she moves forward and kisses you firmly.

It's slow, and soft. It makes you sigh, so you kiss her back, sinking right back onto the bed as her hands wrap around your hair to deepen the kiss.

When her tongue asks for passage, you see stars, melting under her touch. Wanda smiles against your lips, pulling you by the shoulders to lie on top of her.

But before you can do so, the sound of footsteps catches your attention, along with a soft hiss, and you grumble before pulling away.

Throwing your face back into the pillow, you try to calm your breathing and rapid heartbeat as Agatha strolls through the tent, until she comes to your room.

"Are the sleeping beauties going to get up, or should I bring coffee in bed?" She teases with her arms crossed as Wanda hides her smile as she notices your state. "You two know this isn't a honeymoon trip, right?"

"Stop being so bitter, Agatha." Wanda complains as she sits up. "We'll be right there."

"And a good day to us, ladies." The older witch retorts before leaving.

Wanda laughs softly, turning her attention back to you as you scramble up on the bed to sit down as well.

"How are you?" she asks, intertwining your hands on top of the mattress, and you let your gaze roam over her face, biting your lips against the urge to kiss her again.

"Fine." You murmur half hoarsely, from sleep or lust, Wanda will never know. "And you?"

"Better." She says with a nod, and you feel your heart race. Better with you here.

Wanda squeezes your hand before letting go, and she stands up, looking at you one last time before walking off toward the bathroom.

You sigh as you throw yourself back against the mattress, trying to push away the feeling of her tongue against yours and focus on the fact that you were even closer to completing your mission with one less horcrux to destroy.

//-//-//-//

“Where are we now?” You asked as you observed the surroundings. It’s the entrance of an old garage, in the corner of a city. But the real Agatha ignores your question as she guides you two inside, further into the memory.

Your dad, just a teen boy, maybe eighteen, is inside, working on a large machine, it seems that he was really a muggle mechanic, since there were cars all around, dismantled or not.

"Stark." It is Agatha from the memories who says, and startles your father slightly, who almost drops the screwdriver. But when he looks up, he smiles.

"Professor Harkness!" He says getting up, and wiping the grease on his apron quickly before greeting her. "You really did it!"

"I told you I would come." She says, and you are surprised at the affectionate way she looks at your father, "Look at you, Howard, you're so grown up."

Your father laughs, bowing his head softly. "Thank you, professor."

"I only say that because I've known you since you were a child." She humorously clarifies. "And now you are even growing a mustache. Tell me, do muggle girls like that sort of thing?"

Your father laughs with flushed cheeks, and Agatha follows him. Before they can say anything, there are voices and the sound of footsteps approaching, and soon, two people enter.

Wanda chokes softly next to you. "Mama."

You also recognized Magda, because you have seen pictures before. She had the same appearance as in the photos, and you were saddened by this, because she must have died not so long after this memory.

Erik stood beside her, wearing muggles like the woman next to him.

"Professor Harkness, you made it!" He greets politely, hurrying to shake the witch's hand as she smiles. "It's so good to see you again! This is Magda, my wife."

"It's a pleasure, dear."

The memory speeds up, you want to fight Agatha for cutting off Wanda's moment of seeing her mother properly, but the way Wanda strokes her thumb against your hand makes you give up saying anything.

The scene settles down in what you think is the apartment at the top of the garage where they were, all around a table, drinking beers.

"You guys know why I came all this way, don't you?" Agatha says, and seems to have just had a short pause in the conversation, as if everyone had been laughing before and suddenly got quiet. And the tension only increases with her comment.

Her father sighs, nodding. "There is no daily prophet here, but I have met some travelers. They are talking about a war, Agatha." He says worriedly. "But I want to hear it from you. Do you really think that could happen?"

Agatha gives a humorless laugh. "It's already happening." She says, placing her beer on the table, and straightening her posture. "The minister of magic waited too long. And now, this group, these so-called death walkers, or whatever ridiculous name they are thinking of trying, are everywhere. In the ministry, in the diagonal alley, in the Order."

Your father looks really upset, but you notice how uncomfortable Erik looks.

"And do you really think that's what they're after, Agatha?" He asks. "War. Do you think that's what the walkers are after?"

The teacher raises her eyebrow slightly. "What else could it be, besides chaos and complete destruction of our society, Erik?"

His former teacher is unaffected by the snickering, he just gives a half-hearted laugh. " Well, freedom of course." He says, clearing his throat softly. "See, that time we've been here. New York is fascinating. Things are bad for muggles it's true, but for the rest of us, damn. The wizards are doing just fine. They have so much magic here, so much freedom to study what they want. The ministry encourages the discovery of new areas, gives financial support to researchers!"

Agatha crosses her legs, listening to Erik's speech carefully.

When he realizes that he may be defending Mephisto's group too much, he pauses, straightening up. "I'm just trying to say that maybe a change in the British government is exactly what our society needs to evolve, Agatha."

"You know, when Fury told me he wanted to recruit you boys to the order, I told him that children don't fight wars." She declares and you see the boys widen their eyes. "You two know that Katherine is dead, right? That Nick took over leadership of the order in his mother's place, and the first names he wanted were yours."

Your father nods, as does Erik.

"Well, I didn't agree." She says. "I said I knew other wizards, more experienced, more trustworthy. Wizards who didn't flee their homeland to live the American dream."

"That's not-" Your father begins but the look in Agatha's eyes makes him shut up.

"Nick insisted that I come here." She continues. "He said that you have kept in touch by correspondence, and that you continue to have the same, what was the word, moral inclination. But now I wonder if he was really right about that."

"I didn't mean to say that the walkers are right!" Erik exclaims defensively, looking embarrassed, but Agatha just smiles.

"Don't worry, honey." She says as she leans in. "I think that kind of moral difference is exactly what makes this whole conflict interesting."

"That's sadistic of you, Agatha." Howard comments seriously. "We're talking about a war."

"Don't be hypocritical now, Howey." She retorts with a wicked smile. "You think I don't know who the travelers you've been talking to are? Say, the magical trafficking laws are simpler in America, aren't they?"

Your father locks his jaw, but keeps his face up.

"I did what I needed to do to survive here." He says simply, and Agatha laughs.

"Of course you did." She says. "So did we all. And now we have a potential battle ahead of us, something that could change the course of wizarding life for future generations. Tell me, do you intend to stand here fixing machines and pretending that your friends are not dying for your freedom? And I thought you were tired of this kind of attitude, golden boy."

Your father stands up, enraged. But he says nothing, and swallows his pride. He gives Erik one last look before leaving the room.

Agatha sighs softly, turning her attention back to Erik, who has his fists clenched in his lap.

"You know very well that the situation is not so simple." He says and Agatha smiles.

"And you know it's him don't you?" She retorts and Erik clenches his jaw.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"I think you know very well, Erik." Agatha insists. "When I fired him, he didn't stay in England. He came to America with his favorite student."

"Keep your voice down." Erik quickly retorts, looking back a moment before leaning forward. "It's not what you think."

"But I don't think anything." She says. "I'm exactly giving you the chance to explain yourself, before I draw my own conclusions."

Erik takes a deep breath, and turns to Magda, squeezing her hands.

"Honey, can you give us a minute?" He asks, and Wanda's mother looks like she's going to say no, before nodding.

She walks off in the same direction as her father, and then Erik and Agatha are alone.

"Professor Faustus has asked me for support, Agatha." He says. "He was out of a job, and with his name tainted with rumors that no one has proven. And he never treated us badly, so I helped him."

"You kept this from Howard? I thought you were best friends." Agatha teases but Erik laughs humorlessly.

"Of course not." He says. "Who do you think paid for the tickets?"

"Interesting." She says. "Why tickets?"

"Because he was being investigated for the dark magic rumors." Erik says. "The ministry put a blocker on him. Any magic he tried to do would go straight to the minister's notes. And well, he needed Howey's help to remove the device from behind his neck."

"While he was hiding, I imagine he told you about his wonderful ideas."

"No, Agatha." He says. "Faustus just looked tired. And he felt betrayed, mostly by you. But in general, he complained, and studied. Howey and I would work all day, and he would stay in his room, among the magic books, unable to conjure anything, not even a light spell. I've never seen him so frustrated."

"I'd feel sorry for him, if that wasn't his fault." Agatha murmurs and Erik sighs in agreement.

"A few months after we arrived, Howey got it." Erik recounts. "Tivan gave him the materials he needed, and he freed Faustus from the blocking device in his skin. He thanked us, said he'd write, and then disappeared. We never heard from him again, but the letters from Fury started coming in the next months."

"Did Howard suspect?"

"No." Erik says squirming uncomfortably in his chair. "Howard trusted him, mostly because of the way he stood up for him in school. About supporting him to study mechanics, even if no one else would. But I knew I had to be smart after what happened with Raven."

"He tried to recruit you?"

Erik sighs. "No, Agatha. But he will."

"I know." She says. "That's why I came."

" I should have guessed that you don't make friendly visits, even to your best students."

Agatha laughs softly, leaning her arm on the carpet. "You think just because you can conjure a patronus you're my best student, Erik? I helped establish the order of merlin. You are not even remotely the most talented wizard I have taught."

"You are hurting my feelings." The man jokes, making the other woman smile.

"How will this work then, Erik?" She asks. "Are you going to accept Fury's offer? Or will you follow your heart?"

The man smiles, standing up. "That just concerns me, and my wife, don't you think?"

"Actually, no." Agatha retorts without sounding angry as Erik moves to collect the beer bottles and put them in the trash. "In fact, I think you even need to leave her."

Erik laughs in confusion. "Excuse me?"

"A muggle, Erik." She says as if it's obvious. "You're going to drag her into a war? That's cruel."

"Magda is stronger than you imagine."

"I'm sure she is." The witch says getting up as well. "But that is until she is hit by the first spell."

“Agatha, please.”

“Muggles can't handle magic like we can, Erik." She insists seriously. "You know that. A simple stupefy could kill her."

"I love her." He says turning away. "And I'm not going to England without her. If she decides to stay, then I will too."

"That's disappointing." Agatha comments, but Erik doesn't flinch, crossing his arms. The witch sighs. "Then do me a favor. Howard, at least he, needs to go. We can't afford to lose allies."

"I'll talk to him." Erik assures. "But you know that with all that his father has done, he doesn't want to go back to London anytime soon."

"This is so much bigger than a family feud." Agatha retorts. "Tell him that, and he'll feel guilty enough to accept it."

"Your mind games are wicked, professor." Erik says before nodding in agreement, leaving.

Agatha sighs, getting pensive.

Just then Magda walks back into the room.

"Miss Harkness?"

"Hello, dear."

"I just came to ask if you're going already? Erik looked upset, but I can walk you to the door. It's good manners."

The memory shakes until they are outside, and Magda leads her to the same place she should have appeared before.

"Please, before you go, may I ask you something?"

"Of course, sweetie."

Magda hesitates, but takes a deep breath and says. "If Erik stays, what are the chances of this war reaching us?"

Agatha looks at the woman for a moment. "I don't think there is a way to escape what is happening in England, Magda. And if we lose, it's not just the witches who will suffer the consequences."

Magda nods in understanding, then steps forward. "Tell me how I can help you."

"He wouldn't approve, but I can't watch everything fall apart around us. Tell me how I can help."

Agatha smiles, touching Magda's shoulder. You hold your breath, as does Wanda, who also notices the magic in the witch's fingertips, and the purple color in her eyes.

"Leave him, dear." She says. "But it needs to be natural, okay? As best as I can, he must not suspect it was my idea. Erik would never put you in danger, but he wouldn't leave you alone either. So you need to end it all."

Magda has tears in her eyes, but she just nods mechanically. And the memory becomes blurred.

Wanda is tense beside her, and you are silent.

"That doesn't make sense." You mutter. "Carol told me that Magda was in Sokovia, and that-"

"She's not my mother, is she?" Wanda cuts you off, looking at the floor. The real Agatha sighs, as you look at the two in confusion.

"How could you tell?" She asks.

"I don't have her eyes."

It was a funny detail about the few pictures of Magda that Erik had in the Maximoff house. All the pictures were old, because they were from muggles. And they were never sharp enough in detail, just good enough for you to be able to recognize the woman in the recollection.

Agatha laughs softly. "Is that all Erik told you about your mother? That you had her eyes?"

Wanda squeezes your hand, and with the other she wipes her cheek.

"Just show me the truth at once, Agatha."

"As you wish."

//-//-//

You stumble gently as you get used to the dirt floor that has stabilized at your feet.

"Are you okay?" You whisper to Wanda, but she just nods, smiling weakly before looking back at the memory forming in your eyes.

You were startled by the bright lights in the sky, recognizing them immediately as wandering spells.

Someone just fought here, and it was no small fight.

"Agatha!" Erik shouted, approaching quickly, coming from the corner as if he had been hiding until now, and the teacher had emerged.

Wanda also held her breath as she noticed the large cut on his forehead, the blood dripping down his face.

"T-They've surrounded us..." He says breathlessly, his wand in fists as he stumbles to get closer. "We narrowly won and-"

"Calm down boy." Agatha says as she holds his shoulders, working quickly to heal his wounds. "Where are the others?"

"Further away." Erik replied visuvelmettely exhausted. You could tell he was a little older than the last memory, but he was still young. "Back to the mansion.

"Good, they' ll be safe there." She says as she helps Erik stand properly. "Where's Natalya?"

And Erik chokes, sobbing. You frown in confusion, and Agatha makes a pitying face.

"Oh, Erik."

He cried, shrugging. "She was.... She tried to gain ground. She hit four of them at once. But... But she-"

And he sobbed, and Agatha didn't insist, hugging him.

"I'm sorry, Erik." She whispered.

And the memory trembled until they were back on the mansion's dirt path, almost at the iron driveway, the man visibly calmer, though quite shaken.

"Erik, what about the children?" Agatha asks as she stops walking in front at the gate.

The man looks on the verge of tears again, but only sighs.

"I have no idea, Agatha." He says. "No place is safe in the UK anymore. I can't leave the order to look after them, I don't know what to do."

And Agatha looks at him a moment, before nodding. "I will help you."

You see many flashbacks of memories, Agatha greeting injured order members, then going back to write letters, and checking the news. You think you see flashes of fights too, big duels, before everything stabilizes again.

It's Magda in front of you, and she looks more mature too.

"Years ago, you asked me how I could help you." Agatha spoke behind you, and you startled yourself by jumping to the side, and watching intently as the witch touched Magda's hands. "You saved yourself by leaving him. But you will save his life and the rest of the wizarding world if you accept what I am about to ask of you."

Magda's eyes widened, but she nodded after a moment. Agatha waved her hands, and a cart approached you.

"Run away, Magda." She says. "Their mother had a house, enchanted to protect from invaders on a hill in a small country in Europe." Agatha explains as Magda lets out a surprised exclamation at the babies in the stroller.

"They... are beautiful." She whispers excitedly, touching the children with her fingers, who fall asleep innocently. "What happened, Agatha? Where is Erik?"

"The fight just got bigger, hon." She explains. "Much bigger than we ever expected. Your people are suffering too, but they're saying it's natural disasters."

Magda is shocked, but she speaks again. "Agatha, I am not a witch. I can't protect them."

"That's exactly why you can." Agatha retorts, taking the other woman's hands again. "Go to Sokovia. There are no witch communities there. Hide yourself, hide them. You have no idea how important it is to keep them safe."

"Tell me, then."

Agatha swallows dryly, and looks away from the babies. "It's only a legend, but it could change the fate of this war. The girl, Magda, is a powerful witch. A special kind, like her mother was."

"My god, she's just a child, Agatha."

"That's exactly why she needs to be protected." The witch retorts. " She' s fragile, like a crystal to be stolen. She must not be found, promise me you will protect her."

"I promise." She says nodding, but Agatha sighs, and her eyes turn purple, her grip increases.

"No matter what happens, Magda." She says. "You will protect them, do you understand?"

"Yes."

The memory shakes again, and this time, your father is in front of you, and you hold your breath, shocked to see him so close so suddenly.

“You’re a snake!” He accused angrly, but without any movement, his eyes were serious with his arms crossed.

You turn to realize he was talking to Agatha, in a room that had no windows.

“I was keeping them safe, Howard.” The woman said. “I don’t expect you to understand the feeling of desperation, because you have an armored mansion at your will.”

“You used Erik’s grief to manipulate him into believing in you!” He shouted. “I’m not asking you again, where are his children?”

Agatha laughs softly, looking at your father indignantly.

"Are you listening to yourself, Howey?" she teases. "Erik switched sides, accept that."

"Nat died on our side." He retorts. "She was my friend, my ally. And she trusted us to protect the twins, you had no right to hide them!"

"They are safe!" Agatha retorts, and looks at the man with a warning expression. "And I suggest you stop making such a scandal about it, Howard! You don't want Mephisto to find out about the girl's true nature. We're close enough to defeat already."

"This isn't about that stupid legend-"

"Isn't it?" Agatha interrupts with irony. "Then why only now? It's been weeks since I took them. I know exactly what you want with the twins, Howard. You want to see if it's true, if they really can change the war." She says approaching. "I will clear that up for you then, since you clearly have no knowledge at all on the subject. A scarlet witch is worthless until she reaches maturity. If you try to take the magic from the baby, you'll just get a victim. And I won't allow that to happen."

"I wasn't going to steal the child's magic, Agatha. Who do you think I am?"

"I don't give a damn who you say you are now, Stark." She retorts."Not to you, nor to Erik, who can't make up his mind whose side he's on."

Agatha moves to leave, clearly ending the conversation. But before she leaves, your father calls out to her.

"Why are you so committed to protecting them, Agatha?" He asks.

"Natalya was my family before she was an Auror, Howard."

As Agatha leaves, the memory fades, but you and Wanda are wide-eyed, confused by the latest revision.

And the ground is shaking at your feet, and you are being pulled back into consciousness.

//-/-//-//-//

You awaken last, stretching confusedly away from the tree you had leaned against as you sat on the ground to begin viewing the memories watched with the other women.

Wanda is already getting up, to find Agatha standing peacefully looking at the mountainous landscape ahead.

"So, what are you?" she asks the older witch.

Agatha sighs softly, without looking at Wanda.

"Natalya Maximoff was born in Romania, during the witch revolution in the country." She begins nostalgically, a short smile at the corner of her lips. "I found her shaking like a leaf, less than twelve weeks old inside a box of potatoes."

You are shocked, as is Wanda, but you just listen.

"I think her mother tried to hide her. But she got caught in the middle of it. Romania was in chaos at the time, it was a real bloodbath. "She says. "I was there to fight. The English ministry provided special witches to take on a wizard, known as Kang the Conqueror."

Agatha gives a humorless laugh, sounding upset.

"If you think Faustus is bad, it's because you've never met him." She counters. "He was a master nocramanter. He created an army of the living dead, the inferi. It was the worst fight I've ever been in. But we won, and he was killed. For real this time."

Agatha looked away from the landscape to look at Wanda.

"I bonded with the child, Miss Maximoff." She says. "I could have left her in that box, and gone on my way. But I took her in my arms, and only let her go when she was mature enough for that."

"And then?" Wanda asked with emotion in her voice, looking at Agatha with tears in her eyes.

"I found out that she was a scarlet sorceress, but unlike you, she never completed her forging." The witch says sadly. "She died at the age of 20, a year before she was going to do the spell."

Wanda looks down at her feet, crossing her arms as she absorbs the whole story. Agatha thinks this is a good opportunity to keep talking.

"The war was already over when I found Natalya." She says. "The village where I believe she was born had been destroyed in a shambles. And they put her in the box, while the British aurors were doing the stakeouts. I took her with me, I didn't tell anyone." She recounts. "When she turned eleven, I found out what she was. I taught her everything I could, but I didn't let her go to Hogwarts. I kept her at home, where she wouldn't put the students or herself in danger."

You bite the inside of your cheek, surprised that Agatha was able to hide a daughter. But honestly, it wasn't that shocking.

"When she turned 16, she started rebelling, you know how teenagers are." She says. "She left because she didn't agree with the way I saw the world. And I said I would be waiting for her to come back when she realized that only I could help her."

"But she didn't come back." Wanda completed and Agatha sighed, nodding.

"No, of course not," she says. "She moved to a muggle province, and built a house. And ran away from her fate until her power got too overwhelming."

"Did you look for her?" You ask, and Agatha nods in agreement, turning her gaze to the landscape.

"With the war, I wanted allies." She says. "And I really thought I could get to the house of the daughter I hadn't spoken to in years to ask her to fight for me."

"But she accepted, didn't she?" Wanda says and Agatha sighs.

"On her terms, yes." Answered the woman. "Your mother was a smart girl, Wanda. She made me swear under the best intentions."

And it takes a moment for Wanda to understand what was really being said.

"How?"

Agatha sighs, turning to you again. "I took a perpetual vow to do what was right. What would save lives, what she considered right." She explains. "But contract magic is so encompassing. Especially when you say ambiguous phrases like do the right thing, or stuff like that. That's why I was able to get around the spell so many times. That's why it shaped itself with her death."

"That's why you can't hurt Wanda." You conclude in a sigh.

Agatha nods. "The power of the Scarlet Sorceress has always been tempting. But I would never steal it from Natalya, she was my daughter." She says. "But you were just a student. And I wouldn't mind taking that responsibility out of your hands."

"Not even if I was her daughter?" Wanda asks in a mixture of disgust and indignation, but Agatha only gives a humorless laugh.

"Don't judge me so much." She retorts. "If I didn't care, you wouldn't even be alive. Least of all your girlfriend."

But Wanda steps away, putting herself in front of you.

"You didn't do this because you care." She accuses. "You did it because of the vow. Because you will die if you don't keep your words to her."

"Maybe." She says,shrugging. "But what matters is my actions, not motivations. Actions are all that matter in the end."

"I'm sick of this, Agatha." Wanda retorts indignantly. "You think you can say some philosophical shit and get rid of the things you've done? You manipulated my entire family, and you played with my destiny. I'd rather be alone than around you."

Wanda walks off at a brisk pace, and you follow her, not knowing exactly what to do.

Agatha clenches her jaw, refusing to turn around and apologize.

Wanda begins to pack up very quickly, and you stare wide-eyed as she puts Godric's sword into her purse.

And soon you are outside.

"I told you I wouldn't forgive you if you crossed another line with me." She says. "But I realized that there's nothing more you can do besides all the bad things you've already done."

"If you expect me to apologize for keeping you alive so far, you are deluding yourself." Agatha retorts stubbornly, her arms crossed.

Wanda gives a humorless laugh, her hand interlacing hers. "I don't expect anything from you, Agatha. Even if you think it's the right thing to do, stay away from me. And especially from her."

"As you wish, Miss Maximoff."

You notice the tears in the older witch's eyes before she looks the other way. Wanda turns her face to you next.

“Think of a safe place.” She asks in a whisper, and you nod. It takes a second before everything spins around.

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