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chososdiscordkitten · 2 months

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Are You A Chick?!

artist: @kcokaine_ on twt

Synopsis: Gojo gets turned into a woman for a few hrs and reader nd him get down to fun activities ^-^

Pairing: Fem!Gojo x Fem!Reader Content: established relationship, unexplained gender bending, GOJUSSY :D , wlw, use of his/her regarding gojo, fingering (f gojo receiving), oral (f gojo receiving), squirting (gojo), SCISSORING🤩✂️, dirty talk, god I love women

MDNI

You were lying on your shared bed, bored, scrolling on your phone, waiting for your boyfriend to come home from work. You were about to call him to ask why he was so late. Only you heard the front door of your apartment opening- bolting off the bed to greet him at the door.

Halting your steps when you saw a smaller version of Satoru standing in the kitchen.

Wearing the now oversized clothes you saw Satoru leave the apartment in that morning. You squint your eyes, scanning his face and noticing it was much softer.

His jawline not half as sharp, poutier lips and a smaller nose- his face looked so similar, only it had a more feminine look to it. His eyes were the only thing that stayed the same- big and adorned with thick white lashes.

“Don’t say a word.” Satoru spoke- his voice a higher pitch and with a suede purr.

You furrowed your eyebrows, seeing Satoru reach out a much smaller hand than you expected- “Are you a chick?” you parted your lips- amused at how the blush started to rise on your boyfriend’s cheeks.

Satoru huffed- a bitchy sigh with his hip popped slightly. “It’ll only last for a few hours.” you huffed- entertained at the feminine voice Gojo spoke in.

Though he was usually taller and broader, his clothes were too large for his now more petite frame.

You darted your eyes down to her chest- Small pebbles peaked beneath Gojo’s tshirt, his small breasts forming two tents beneath the fabric. Widening your eyes and realizing that this was real.

“Can I touch them?” you asked, the corners of your lip curled up- thinking about how sensitive Satoru was generally. You wanted to discover how sensitive your boyfriend was in a woman’s body.

Satoru scoffed- sounding just like you’d expect him to as a woman, bitchy and bordering on a bimbo tone.

Your boyfriend shook off the oversized jacket- showing you just how much smaller he was now.

Gojo furrowed his eyebrows- small and effortlessly perfect, pushing out her tits and looking at you with a pouty glossed lip.

You reached your hands out eager to feel your boyfriends breasts. “Should I be concerned that the first thing you wanna do when I get home is feel me up?” Gojo laughed- a soft giggle coming from her throat.

Scoffing as you placed your hands beneath Gojo’s braless tits, “If I came home the opposite gender- what would the first thing you do be?” you scoffed, Parting your lips and grabbing what you could from her chest.

Perky and no bigger than an A cup. But her tits filled your palms perfectly.

Your thumb took an exploratory swipe at the little bud formed beneath the t-shirt. Earning a light, pretty huff from Satoru’s lips, flashing your eyes back up at him with a glimmer circling your pupil.

You raised your eyebrows- a greedy smile forming on your lips at all the thoughts that raced through your mind. “Can I fuck you?” You grinned, watching the blush on Satoru’s cheeks deepen.

It took very little for Gojo’s lips to snap to yours- feeling the petite woman before you trying to take the reins from your hands- but all it took was one little grope at her ass to make Gojo compliant.

Guiding Satoru back into your bedroom with your hands roaming beneath the hem of his shirt- grasping at the soft skin beneath the fabric with pretty whimpers falling from her lips onto yours.

Pulling away from Satoru’s lips when you settled him to sit on the edge of the bed.

Her lips pulled to the side, a soft ‘tsk’ leaving them as Satoru looked up at you. “Why does it feel like you’re more into this than normal?” Your gender-bent boyfriend bitched at you as you slipped off your shirt.

Placing your hands onto the sides of Satoru’s chunky cheeks, pressing soft kisses onto the puffy lips of her face and guiding her to scooch up the bed.

You grinned, placing your hands on the edge of Gojo’s shirt. “What does it feel like?” changing the conversation as you pulled Satoru’s shirt off his body. Hanging your mouth open and seeing the sight before you.

Not in a million years could you picture the portrait that was painted before you.

Satoru’s bottom lip pouted, a roaming blush forming on her chest and pink hardened nipples greeting you.

“Feels like I’m gettin’ pawed at.” Satoru scoffed, pressing her lips back onto yours and feeling your hands rest on his hips, dipping your fingers beneath the band of the oversized sweats and rolling them off. Feeling Satoru’s hands mimic the movement on your own bottoms.

Only this time- compared to the hundreds of others, Satoru’s hands had a soft, delicate touch.

Satoru had you pinned as he naturally did, on your back and your legs spread with her hips resting between them. Satoru tugged your bottoms off as his delicate lips moved against yours.

Feeling Gojo do the same, leaving him bare and waiting for something to happen- trying to recall what he usually does whenever he isn’t a woman- trailing his smaller hands from your side to your inner thigh.

You scoffed- “This isn’t about me ‘toru.” you smiled, pulling his hands from your thigh and intertwining your fingers with her slim ones. Looking at the soft expression your boyfriends feminized face held.

“You don’t wanna know what it feels like for me?” you grinned, trailing the tips of your fingers against her rib cage- causing a shuddering exhale to leave his lips.

Satoru bit her lip, feeling the warmth between her legs twitch from your offer.

You trailed your hand between her thighs, reaching the drenched center Satoru had ignored between his legs till now.

Watching her mouth inhale sharply, batting his white eyelashes closed as you lightly traced your middle and ring finger against her core.

It took very little for Gojo to straddle your thighs, leaning an arm back and planting it on your calf. Giving you an unobstructed view of your boyfriends pretty, glistening cunt.

As pretty and leaky as his cock was- this gave you a different kind of shiver down your spine from how fucking gorgeous he looked right now.

Your hands rubbing softly on Satoru’s thighs, looking up to her shy expression.

Satoru was a talker typically- teasing and being able to act on his horny threats just to make you blush. But now Satoru held her tongue, shy eyes avoiding your gaze. And squirming at the light grips you’d make against his thighs.

And when her hips had ground down- instinctively as though you had cock for him.

Or when your hands finally reached his pale inner thighs- you swore you could hear a slight shudder take the shape of a whimper leave Gojo’s throat. The prettiest sound you had yet to hear from him.

He would let out pretty sounds generally, but this- this was something different. More defined, and less throaty. Almost as angelic as the pretty white lashes fanning over Satoru’s blushing cheeks.

His hand urging you with a light squeeze at your thigh. When you finally traced the pad of your thumb against the little glistening pearl that you had neglected for what felt like an eternity to Satoru;

As though it was unwillingly, tossing her head back with a nibbled lip. Even the curve of her neck was fucking pretty.

Dissolving into the feeling of your gentle thumb against his clit. His grip against your thigh turned to a squeeze with urge as you made more teasing circles against him with a hand on his pale thigh.

Between a breathy moan, Satoru looked back to you- “It’s unfair that you get to feel this all the time.” she huffed as you applied a little more pressure to the sensitive nub.

“Just wait till I make you cum-” you huffed with a smile, watching Satoru’s effeminate face churn with pinched eyebrows at your words.

You raised your hand from his thigh- placing it flat, right where his womb would be. “Do you feel it building right here?” you asked in a murmur, looking up at your pretty boyfriend with amazed eyes.

Satoru only nodded quickly- her plush lip tucked between pearly teeth and eyes closed. Your thumb making hastier circles and watching Satoru’s chest heave with eyes full of wonder.

Your hand traced to her bent hip, lightly squeezing at the malleable skin and watching the face Satoru made as you drew an orgasm out of her. The tips of your ring and middle finger circling at the taut entrance that seeped nectar.

Satoru gasped when the pad of your thumb caught the very tip of his clit. Snapping one of his slender hands onto your shoulder as a brace. And your lips being right at the level of his perky tits- your lips parted and latched onto the puffy pink nipple on her chest.

The whimpers that left Gojo’s throat were far too genuine- knowing how unashamed he was about them normally, the ones he let out now would be equally as unashamed.

Satoru’s lips parted in a small ‘o’- stuttering over every other moan as your thumb rubbed harsher circles against him. Your tongue lapped at the pebble of her nipple, sucking harshly to draw more pretty sounds from her lips.

Gojo tried- she tried warning that they were cumming. As though some kind of mess would spew from him as it usually did. Only your hands didn’t care- neither did your relentless lips.

With a choked moan- Satoru held his breath. His cunt clenching around nothing as the tips of your fingers felt the twitching his entrance made- as though she was trying to suck them in.

Your eyes looked up at the pretty sight before you- parting your lips and throwing your head back. Watching with amazed eyes at the pale, shuddering shoulders that were graced with light goosebumps.

Satoru’s eyebrows were lightly pinched, and her puffy lips parted- finally releasing the air trapped in his lungs with a pretty moan.

Giving him a few seconds to shake off the aftershocks of his very first orgasm as a woman. Satoru trailed her hands to the side of your head, caressing gently and looking down with a peaked corner at her lip.

“So unfair-” he whispered, leaning down and pressing a lazy kiss onto your lips as his hips ground down to your fingers. Your thumb made little to no movements as Satoru’s hips urged your fingers to press inside.

And as bitchy and needy as he was as a man- You knew not to deny Satoru this now.

Isolating your middle finger and pressing against Satoru’s soaked, taut entrance- a whimper between a breath leaving his throat and rumbling onto your lips. Lightly curling your finger until you hit a little nudge inside him.

The little prod making Satoru pull away from you with a soft whine. Both of his hands now on your neck and arm- trying to find soothing in whatever his hands could grip.

“More,” Satoru whimpered into the air between you- a high pitched upturn ending her plea. Your lips latched onto hers- drawing your finger from her soft walls and pressing it to the neighboring finger.

Lazily kissing at the corner of her mouth, trailing kisses down to Satoru’s softer jaw. Pressing both of your fingers past her entrance- “So tight-” you murmured, feeling resistance from her walls as her hands gripped harder.

Clearer whimpers and moans, leaving her throat at the light sting, your lips kissing down her neck- trying to find the sweet spot Satoru always allowed you to exploit.

And when the tips of both of your fingers reached that same spot from earlier, the moan that left Satoru’s lips bordered on guttural- a high-pitched inhale followed as your lips found the sensitive spot of her neck.

Suckling at the pale skin as your palm pressed flush against her clit. Satoru’s eyes fluttered shut as his hips started moving back and forth. Unashamedly rutting his cunt against the arch of your palm as your fingers lightly bumped into her gspot.

Your lips formed a smile against Gojo’s skin- grateful of how pretty she sounded, almost like a hymn to your ears. Even more with the light squelches of his cunt frotting against your hand.

Reaching your hand up her ribcage that flared with every sharp inhale she made. Lightly cupping her breast with a teasing thumb on the hardened nipple.

It was too much for Satoru- overstimulating himself as his hips moved without instruction from his brain. The tingle of Satoru’s own gluttony formed in his spine as your thumb took a few soft swipes at his nipple.

“M’gonna cum again-” she whimpered, as though it was you moving her hips against your palm. You pulled your lips from her collarbone with a smile.

“Go ahead.” you instructed, tone far too deep and overindulgent as Gojo’s hips moved quicker- frotting her leaking cunt against you with a whimper.

It was as though the pearly gates of heaven opened for Satoru as he felt another orgasm wave over her petite shoulders, his cunt clenching around your fingers. Barely able to keep his posture as she rode herself down- greedy hums leaving Satoru’s lips as you kissed at her chest.

Using the hand on her hip to guide her to keel onto her side- landing on the bed with a pleased smile. Rolling onto her back as your lips planted gentle kisses on her sternum.

Soft hums leave his lips as your hands spread his thighs. Tilting her head to the side and watching your shoulders rest between her flawless thighs. Placing a hand to the top of your head as your lips kissed at her thighs.

“You’re so greedy~” Satoru hummed as your lips dampened small circles on her thighs- close to her glistening cunt, but still so fucking far.

You let out a soft laugh, “I’m greedy?” softly caressing his outer thighs as she nodded against the pillows. Excitement reeling behind her cerulean eyes- so eager to know what it feels like to receive head as a woman.

And as though her hand was urging you to finally kiss somewhere other than her thighs- you made a light lick from her perfectly displayed cunt up to her clit with a shuddering sigh leaving her lips. A groan left your lips at her flavor- as sweet as you expected her to taste.

Your hands held Satoru’s hips, keeping them spread with her feet planted harshly against the bed. Your tongue made a few more kitten licks at her clit- hearing the desperation in every whimper that left her lips.

Taking one of your hands and aligning it with her entrance again- right below your chin and slowly pushing them in. Your lips connect with the base of her clit with your tongue lightly swirling against the puffy nub.

Your fingers moving with ease now- his cumt stretched just enough for you to start pumping your fingers. Satoru swore that his eyes would cross had he held them open- so he closed them.

Thralling his head back into the pillows with a throaty moan- the hand on his hip moving up her side- gripping at Satoru’s breast with a light squeeze.

Gojo’s back arching against the bed as your fingers prodded against her gspot. The whispers of overstimulation roaming up her spine once more as she felt another orgasm build in her womb.

Only this time it felt different- His moans far too loud as your tongue made relentless swirls against her clit- your fingers bumping into her gspot at the perfect angle.

“Wait-” Satoru inhaled sharply, his hips bucking up into your mouth as the knot in her tummy tightened. Nodding her head quickly as she fisted the sheets- knuckles turning white from how hard she was gripping.

You looked up at Gojo, furrowed eyebrows and parted lips greeting you as Satoru whimpered. Threats of ‘I’m gonna—’ left her lips as you continued the mean movements.

Satoru sat up slightly with a groan- your palm filling with spurts of liquid as your fingers continued.

Loud mewls leaving Gojo’s throat as your mouth refused to stop- making sure to drain Satoru as the sides of your face became drenched with his squirt.

“J-jesus fucking chri-” she called out in an exhale- her hips stuttering against your lips as you slowed your fingers.

And when you finally got your fill, Satoru’s hands cupped the sides of your face and pulled you back up to him. A light moan vibrating onto your lips as she kissed you. Tasting her own slick and essence on your lips with every swipe her tongue made against yours.

Your hands groping at her thighs as Satoru pulled away from your lips- looking into your eyes with urgency.

“Fuck me baby, please-” She whimpered into the air, desperately needing to feel you. In any way she could.

You pressed your lips onto hers again, feeling her hand roam down to your bottom and give you a squeeze, the other cupping at your breast- noting that even as a woman, Satoru had wandering hands.

In the split second after Satoru begged you to fuck her- you thought to the how. No strap- no toys at your disposal- but then you thought of the closest thing.

Rolling over with Satoru in your hands- leaving you on your back with one of Satoru’s knees planted beneath your thigh. The other straddled atop your other leg.

Completely tangled between limbs as you pulled your lips from hers- Your bare cunt and his threatening to touch as she looked at you with curious eyes.

You placed your hands onto her hips, looking into her bleary, cerulean eyes and guiding her down. A little whimper leaves your lips at the sudden contact of her cunt against yours.

It took very little for Satoru to get the hint- planting her hands onto your sides and straightening her back.

Taking a small nibble at her lip at the feeling of your clits bumping against each other. Looking down and watching at the small grinds he made- a small giggle laced with a moan leaving her lips. “Ffffuck, It’s like we’re kissing~” she grinned, causing you to let out a small laugh with an eye roll.

Satoru reached for the back of your thigh with one hand, pinning it up slightly to give her a better access and a better view.

Gojo tried starting at a slow pace- but the warmth radiating from your cunt onto his was undeniably tantalizing.

Small moans fell from her lips as she started making unpatterned, sloppy thrusts against you. Uncaring if it wasn’t right- only that it felt good when his clit would bump against yours and the mixing slick of both your cunts making the filthiest shlops and squelches made him even more wet.

Her tits bounced with every desperate thrust she made against you, your hands holding a bruising grip at her pale hips, following every grind she would make against you.

And when Satoru’s thighs started burning from the frantic movements- your hands led her hips into the frotting. Through gritted teeth- “Right here ‘toru-” you mumbled, Satoru taking over for your hands and humping against that very spot.

Her face churned with pure, undiscovered pleasure as the mixed slick made it easier to glide against you.

Shared moans reverberated off the walls before Satoru leaned down to connect her lips with yours, her breasts pressing against yours harshly. Keeping the same quick pace against your linked cunts.

His tongue slotting against yours sloppily as moans rumbled against each other- hands gripping at anything they could find with his clit grinding against your own neglected one. Building your own orgasm as you hummed against Gojo’s lips.

One of your hands on her plump ass- gripping harshly with the other on her hip- and Satoru’s were gripping for dear life at your plush thighs- working himself through the overstimulation with soft groans against your lips.

Splitting the kiss with a loud whimper- desperate hips rutting against you at an unbelievable pace as you felt the knot in your tummy threaten to come undone- “I’m cummin-” she whimpered before pressing her lips back onto yours.

Your eyes tightened as Satoru worked you past an orgasm, back arching against the bed as Satoru crossed the finish line with you. Squirting whatever was left inside of her against your cunt.

Huffing heavily through her nose as her hips slowed- Satoru’s grip on your thighs loosening as she felt the aftershocks roll through her shoulders.

Easing your thigh down and feeling Gojo rest her body weight atop yours- just like he did when he was a man. Her lips sloppily moved against yours before pulling away- hazy eyes and pressing her chest further into yours with a pout.

Your hands raised from her ass and rested on the soft skin of her back. Satoru raised her shoulders and looked into your eyes- almost troubled.

“What is it?” you mumbled, touching her cheek and caressing it softly with your thumb. Watching the pout deepen before parting his lips.

Her breasts pressed against yours- “How do you know what to do with another girl?” Satoru pouted in a sad tone. You smiled softly, nodding your head and resting back into the pillows.

“I did a lot of experimenting in college.” you hummed, Satoru following you and rubbing her nipples against yours unknowingly.

Your eyes flashed down to your connected chests- “You’ll still like me when I become- me again, right?” She spoke softly- shy and stark in comparison to how he usually was.

You pinched your eyebrows- “Course I will ‘toru-” pressing a soft kiss to her lips, “I can’t wait till you're back to normal.” you mumbled. Looking at the blush on Satoru’s cheeks deepen at your declaration.

Satoru let out a dreamy sigh, squinting and looking down to where your eyes kept flashing. “S’like we’re kissing.” you smiled with a mumble, a small giggle leaving Satoru’s lips.

She sighed, leaning her head back down to your shoulder, “Dunno how you get anything done if that’s what it feels like every time.” Satoru mumbled, closing her eyes and placing a hand on the side of your face.

A half-laugh left your throat, “I would be all over you 24/7 if I was a chick.” he hummed, legs tangled against each other as your hand rubbed small circles at her back.

“God knew not to make you a woman, you’d cause too much trouble,” you murmured, hearing a half conscious hum leave Satoru’s lips as she drifted to sleep atop you.

That night you fell asleep with your girlfriend in your arms- soft, dainty and bare in your hands. Breathing softly with a feminine tinge in every exhale she made.

And you woke up with your broad, far too heavy boyfriend in your arms. His exhales taking their usual throaty tone when he breathed them against your skin.

Either or- it was still your Satoru. No matter what form he took, he was still yours.

(a.n) this was so hot, I love woman, and gojussy. by the time you're reading this, ill be watching a medieval tournament👍🏽

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wearetekkenrp · 1 year

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Master in Tampa Inspiration for a transitional master carpeted and gray floor bedroom remodel with gray walls and no fireplace

#end of bed bench #casual elegance #bedroom #wall mirrors #master bedroom #suede #gray bed frame

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denjjisgf · 6 months

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college student armin thoughts:

armin lives in the last room on the right at the end of your floor. although meeting a fair share of your floormates, he’s the last to introduce himself.

one wednesday, you round the corner for the elevator and collide into his backpack. he has a navy jansport, the kind with the tan suede padding on the bottom. he smiles an apologetic grin and steps into the now arrived elevator. divine timing, right?

it was silent on the way down. the normal scent of last friday’s activities and mud from the melting snow was replaced by pine and laundry softener lingered in the tight space. armin shuffles in place, swinging his arms low at his side and kicking at pieces of road salt with his camel birkenstock clogs. *ping* the metal doors slide inside the wall and you step out first. as you’re walking out, thinking of conversation starters and hoping fate might bring you back to this moment in another life, you give up on this chance to say hello to the nice smelling, pretty eyed boy on your floor. disappointed you make your way to your room for the night. a flash of blond flies past your peripheral. armin leaned into the door in your path with a shove, popping it open to both of your surprise. the owner of the room sat at their desk, shocked at the two strangers standing in the frame of the once closed door, “can i help you?”

“sorry! just looking for the bathroom!” he sputtered out, face red like a tomato. he smiled and you found it contagious.

“we haven’t met yet,” in his head, he counted to ten to regulate his heart rate. “i’m armin.” his voice had the cutest inflections, perfect little cracks of nervousness caught in his throat.

his eyes followed you, taking you in up close. it wasn’t until that last second, really, that he decided to spark this interaction. it had been a long semester, one where his best days were in passing with yours. he dreamed of softly knocking on your door to wake you in the morning and carrying your laundry down to the laundry room, a pocket of change jingling, ready to pay for your loads. in the library, he yearned for you, seated in the chair next to his, where you both study and mostly distract the other. he searched for your face in every crowd and always walked a little faster to the one class you both had three semesters ago when he first saw you. he watched the weeks turn into months, waiting for the perfect moment, but it was never the right time. that was until now.

“hello armin, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

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“come sit with mee,” he pouts with a pushed out lip. he starfishes his legs out in the center of the bed, swishing them open and closed. his cropped shag sticks up in all the right places as it rests on the headboard. god is he lucky for being so cute; a short sigh slips out of your playful smile while you circle the room, ditching your socks and slipping into a tshirt.

“can you wait a second? i just got back,” you shimmy off your jeans, “and last i checked this was my room.” you finger through a drawer and take out some sweatpants.

“i actually cannot wait. it’s been hours. i thought you only had the one class today. where have you been? you have responsibilities here: me!” he’s gleaming, patting the bed with both hands and urging you closer. “i’ve been waiting to watch our show all day. can we pleasee?”

he’s so damn needy. but he’s so damn needy for you, so who are you to deny. you plop down in the space between his legs where the blanket is warm from his presence and you settle in, palms pressed flat over his thighs and his arms linked with yours in a hug. he kisses along your temple and takes a deep breath, “i needed this.”

he continues to play with you, adjusting the shoulders of your sleeve and pulling at lint on your pants, tugging on your hair and swishing his feet at the foot of the bed. you reach for the remote and a small projector screen illuminates the low lit room, “armin, do you remember what episode we left off on?”

“ i have it all set up and ready. all you gotta do is press play,” he’s so smug, a mix of nerdy matter of factness and what you know as puppy love. you play your show and smile at the familiar theme song— it reminds you of moments like this with your boyfriend. your eyes drift to scan the room; your mugs neatly stacked on the drying rack, makeup brushes resting back in their jar, and a freshly folded pile of laundry sat on the corner of your desk. had he done all this while you were gone? you swell with adoration, a cold tingle racing through your body as you paw for his hands with a squeeze.

“truly, love, what would i do without you?”

“i think you mean what would i do without you?” he smiles and kisses you, soft and sweet, light like breathing for the first time and overwhelming in every sense of the word. “now pay attention, you fell asleep again last night and i don’t think i can bear to watch this episode for the fourth time.”

#armin x reader #armin x y/n #aot x reader #armin fluff #armin arlet x reader #armin headcanons #armin artlert aot #attack on titan headcanons #snk x reader #snk fluff #this is so self indulgent #a self insert at its finest

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crystalbeetle888 · 2 months

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Voyage into the Unknown Pt.8

Master List Pt.7 - Pt.8 - Pt.9

The elf man leads me through lavish halls filled with fresh floral arrangements and beautiful maids fluttering frantically around, trying to organize dinner. Finally, we stop “Here is your room M’Lady” Lindir says, holding the door open for me. I thank him and enter, a large bed lays in the center of the right wall, thick embroidered canopies framing it. On the left, the wall is curved with large arching windows, overlooking the palace gardens. “I’ll send for some maids to draw you a bath” he places my bag beside the door before bowing and leaving. I wander into the room and approach the open windows, leaning on the bannister. I gaze out in wonder at the mystical place “It’s like a dream” I whisper to myself in awe.

“What’s like a dream?” I turn to see a young, beautiful woman holding a woven basket filled with fabrics and bottles. I flush at her sudden appearance “Oh, I was just thinking of how beautiful the view is” I smile awkwardly at her. “It is quite wonderful isn’t it” she smiles back, “My Lord Elrond has been the keeper of Imladris for quite some time” She walks across the room and through a door I hadn’t noticed before. I followed her “Oh yeah? How long is that?”. In the center of the room was a large claw-foot tub, to the right, a vanity sink and mirror with a cushioned stool. The lady set the basket down on the seat before turning the bath faucet on. The rushing water is loud “Well, Lord Elrond established Rivendell in the Second Age” She explained, pouring one of the bottles contents into the bath. I nod “And when was that?” “Around five thousand years ago” She says casually, turning off the tap. My jaw drops in shock “Well…he looks great for his age” The lady giggles before walking out the room towards me “Bathe, then I’ll help you dress for dinner” she says walking out of the bedroom and closing the door. I strip down and hop into the hot bath, the smell of lavender and roses fills the air. The pain in my knee and back melts away as I slip deeper into the water. I scrub my skin and hair clean before a gentle knock on the door breaks the silence “Hello?” I called out. The door cracks open and the elf maidens face peaks in “Dinner is almost ready, so we should get you dressed now”. I nod and reluctantly stand, wrapping myself in the towel she had laid out for me before hopping out. She averts her gaze “There are undergarments and a slip in the basket, once you dress in them, I’ll help you into your dinner dress”, she closes the door behind her.

Drying myself off and putting on the strange clothes, I walk back out into the main bedroom, the elf maiden holding up a beautiful deep green, suede dress. “Come here, arms up”

I do as she demands, and allow her to shimmy the dress over my head and down my body. She pinches and pulls at the fabric until she's' satisfied with my appearance. She then wraps a golden cord around my waist, and steps back to view me. I stand there awkwardly, hoping to get this over with. “Okay, sit down and I’ll do your hair”. Sighing in exhaustion I sit on the corner of the bed with my back to her. She begins to gently brush the knots out of my damp hair, the soft rocking sending me into a sleepy trance. Before long, she taps me on the shoulder “I’m all done if you’d wish to see?” I nod and take the mirror she offers me. My hair is artfully pinned back and braided into a crown, the length flowing down my back, and two long braids hanging in front of my ears. “Wow, It’s lovely, thank you” I praise her. She smiles back “Now, let’s get you to dinner or you’ll be late”

Swiftly walking through the hall, she guides me over to the open patio where the company was waiting, quite impatiently, for their food. She lets go of my arm “I hope to see more of you Miss” She bows briefly before turning and leaving. I flatten my dress nervously, ‘Here goes nothing’ I think to myself. Walking up the steps and into the open, I make my way over to the company's short table. A low whistle sounds over the chatter “Well look at you bonnie lass, Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes!” Bofur calls out causing the company to turn and look. My face heats at the attention “Thank you Bofur” I say. He winks at me in response and I sigh.

Scanning the companies’ table I don’t see an open seat “Lady Y/N, if you’d care to join us?” Lord Elrond asks from his seat at his own table with Gandalf and Thorin. Walking over, Lindir pulls out my seat and I sit down across from Elrond, “It's good to see you’re feeling well Lady Y/N, please help yourself” He offers, directing his hand towards the platter towers of food. “Thank you” I say, pulling aside the long flowing sleeves of my dress, I scoop some of the salad onto my plate. Lindir, approaching my side with a decorative wine decanter, and offers to pour me a glass “Oh no thank you, I don’t drink” I say, voice muffled by the food stuffed in my mouth. Thorin turns to look at me skeptically “I don’t… behave well, when drinking” I smile shyly at him. He gives me raised eyebrow and a tightlipped smile, like he was trying not to.

Dinner continues without a hitch, the elves play the harp and some sort of string instrument in the background. The men converse and complain about the food as usual, getting progressively drunker, and Thorin argues with someone about who knows what. And I've stuffed myself full with salad, berries, egg and little tiny sandwiches. I huff and rub my belly soothingly, the cool breeze tickling my exposed neck and collarbone. The scenery is tranquil, and I close my eyes to relax… Then Bofur begins to sing

“There is an inn, a merry old inn, beneath an old grey hill. And there they brew a beer so brown, That the Man in the Moon himself came down, One night to drink his fill.” Bofur hops on top of a pedestal in the center of the room, singing and stomping his foot. The company chanting and banging their hands on the table in laughter.

“The ostler has a tipsy cat, that plays a five-stringed fiddle; And up and down he runs his bow, Now squeaking high, now purring low, Now sawing in the middle.” Bofur acts out the lyrics and the company hollers, throwing onions and bread at him. The elves looked around at one another in confusion and shock, and I sank into my seat in embarrassment.

“So the cat on his fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle, a jig that would wake the dead: He squeaked and sawed and quickened the tune, While the landlord shook the Man in the Moon: 'It's after three!' he said.” I turn in my seat and look over my chair in disappointment, the company cheering loudly and throwing their salads in the air. Most disappointingly, Thorin stands with them cheering and encouraging them along. “What a disgusting waste of food.” I remark bitterly. Just as I finish my sentence a bread roll flies across the room and hits the statue on the boob, next to Lindirs' head. Swinging my head around I spot Kili with his arms up smiling triumphantly. His grin falters as our eyes meet. I shake my head in disbelief and stand to leave. Leaning over to Elrond I whisper to him apologetically “I’m so sorry for their dog crap manners, I quite enjoyed dinner thank you” I say briefly before strutting away. “Y/N wait!” Kili calls outs from behind me. I continue to walk out the room ignoring him, and the company Ooohs loudly.

Kili trips over himself, drunkenly trying to keep up with the taller woman. “Wait” He says breathlessly as he grasps onto her arm, spinning her around. “Excuse you!” she says angrily, swatting his hand off her. Kili raises his hands in defeat “I’m sorry, You were just- Where are you off to?” he huffs flustered. Despite the annoyed look on her face Kili couldn’t help but gaze at her warmly, unintentionally ignoring her ranting. The setting sun casts a golden light over her complexion. Her pointed gaze sparkles, her crossed arms adorned with that perfectly fitted dress stirs something inside him, her artfully braided hair frames her angry looking face.

‘Shit, she’s looking at me, I should say something’ 'Have I told you how bewitching you look tonight?” he smiles cheekily at her. Y/N smiles in defeat “Thank you Kili” she whispers. A blanket of silence envelops the two as they gaze at each other affectionately. Y/N coughs breaking the moment “I should get to bed, it’s been a long day” she trails off nervously, anxiety beginning to creep its' way into her mind. Kili perks up at the opportunity “I’ll walk you” he offers his arm enthusiastically which she takes. As the two walk and talk together a warm feeling begins to grow inside each of them. A feeling that excites him, but scares her.

But alas, they arrive at her room for the night “Perhaps I can accompany you tomorrow for breakfast?” he suggested, eyes hopeful. She laughs “Sure, but good luck trying to wake me up”. He chuckles in response before gazing up at her again with those deep brown puppy dog eyes. “Well I’ll see you tomorrow” She says, hesitantly taking her arm back from around him. “Yeah…” he trails off, slowly walking backwards. “Goodnight!” he calls out giddily, “Goodnight” she replies finally closing the door slowly.

I sigh against the closed door, my heart pounds against my chest. ‘That was close’ I think to myself, ‘I’m getting too close’ I breathe out shakily. Rubbing my arm anxiously, I graze over the rough skin. My mind floods with fearful thoughts. What if he’s just trying to use me? What if he tries to hurt me later on? My head swarms as I strip from my dinner dress, and crawl under the cover. Sniffling meekly as I cry myself quietly to sleep.

Meanwhile, Kili wanders back to where the company has set up camp, his head filled with hope. She looked absolutely radiant tonight, even when she was mad at him. That dress just hugged her in all the right places 'If she looks like that in an Elvish dress, I wonder how good she'd look in a Dwarvish one?' Kili thinks dreamily to himself, a smile spreading across his face. He couldn't believe how lucky he'd gotten, out of all the handsome dwarves in their company, who's beards are longer and who's muscles were bigger, she had only shown interest in him. This had never happened before, usually dwarrowdams take one look at his brother and instantly lose interest in Kili 'It's those damn moustache braids' he ponders to himself 'They're irresistible'. But much to his surprise, the strange human woman didn't care much for them. Kili wanders through the camp, the company's jokes about him flying straight over his head as he lays down on his bedroll, head already full of dreams.

Master List Pt.7 - Pt.8 - Pt.9

Authors Note: Here is your crumb of content. I will be back soon <3

#fili and kili #kili durin #kili x reader #the company of thorin oakenshield #the company x reader #the hobbit #thorin

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dylanisdazed · 4 months

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Adam and I have a velvet / suede bench at the end of our bed and Milo and Noah but sit on it a lot while we're getting ready or dressed or just period

😂😂

And it leaves PERFECT imprints and outlines of their butts and balls, and I laugh every time

I need to get it framed

#dylanisdazed #dylie #milo #fam #noah

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hctbxed · 2 months

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𓏲 * ( paul mescal, cismale, he/his ) ⸺ pictures of ATTICUS REID, the twenty-eight year old photographer, have been showing up all over my feed, and considering the last time they were #trending, it was due to posting embarrassing poetry about his ex on instagram — i’m not likely to unfollow anytime soon. with their plain white tee threaded with the finest cotton, levi 501s cuffed at the ankle, doc marten suede slingbacks & an ancient denim jacket that smells of cigarettes. they’ve managed to garner a reputation for being more vehement than reticent. their critics say that they’re more saturnine than cabalistic when they aren’t too busy focusing on their at a freshly popped! cork, crimson sloshes into a glass ,musk and berry hesitates before the syrupy acidity slips across your tongue, & the thunderstorm that brews between furrowed brows is a treacherous one, a magpie will see shine and expect something fantastical but those up close know better than to entertain riches. an abandoned shoreline. easy. breathe. those golden spectacles that pry into your toes and make home there for weeks. a deep breath as the tide washes away. bitterness - coffee, wine - he is not for the faint - hearted as he is not one of faint heart. malignants dance around his bed frame with taunts that fall from spiked tongues, blood is drawn until you awake with a start. reputation.com has taken to calling them SPACE COWBOY in order to avoid a lawsuit ( again ). ──

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his story starts washed in crimson; the sky burns with the knowledge of heartbreak, a shattered muscle torn from the chest and crumbled into pulp across the width of a fist. it’s not a dark and stormy night when atticus is placed upon the steps of an orphanage buried deep in the veins of new york, his awakening limbs wrapped up in plaid blankets like the opening scene of a hollywood picture. the sun fizzles, pride has made way for humility as darkness sweeps in, the stoic buzz of the cicadas steady in the evening breeze. a city that never sleeps is stirring, the streets alive with unfinished romances and subdued goodbyes. it’s parents who he’ll never get to know that slink into the shadows, press the doorbell and run because running is all they’ve ever known. he doesn’t cry as he’s lifted into strange arms, coddled by the strength of a bicep. it’s almost as if he’s aware, even in his innocence, that this feeling will become all too familiar to him, to fall in love brilliantly but fleetingly.

𝐢𝐢 but life never seems to reflect the glitz and glamour of the movies; he learns this firsthand; the city is disgusting - a rotting corpse of the age of romance. he grows up under multiple roofs - the people who take him in more cruel and gluttonous than the next, ruled by the exchange of power as though the world is held in the fists of people who like to break things; he watches through tired eyes as dreams are crushed and devoured beneath the tongue of the devil. the skylines are drained of hope, a lacklustre enthusiasm seeps from the pores of the street and rusts the ground with a filmy layer of melancholy. he spends his childhood with families who will never love him because they can’t love themselves - it’s a blur of melancholy & an ache in his bones, he feels more alone than ever.

𝐢𝐢𝐢 he finds solace behind the cool metallic touch of a camera ; had fallen for the lens from a young age, capturing life’s most beautiful ugly moments - crooked teeth and broken hearts, greetings & goodbyes, scars and bruises, tear stained cheeks and crinkled eyes. he has a talent for it too, and the portraits he posts on social media of his friends soon begin to create traction. it’s always people he photographs, rather than places or products, uses a soft hand to coax his models into vulnerability, his pictures always hauntingly delicate.

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currently freelances but has done shoots for various vogues, paper, rolling stone, the new yorker etc.

personality wise he is kind of mysterious.. doesn’t really talk about his past which he is slightly hardened by, but he’s also a LOVER BOY so he can be naive/co-dependent when it comes to relationships… he definitely looks for the good/beauty in everything.

a good friend to have, always has a j*int in the pocket of his jeans or tucked behind his ear.

has a hard case of imposter syndrome

terrified everybody is going to leave him one day :(

definitely has an instagram like c*le spr*use of pictures of people taking pictures of him

#wealth.intro #can u tell @ which point i ran out of steam im SORRY! i just wanted to get something up <3

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terrence-silver · 1 year

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If you're interested in writing this, could you do some enemies to lovers headcanons with Terry, preferably inspired by your recent post about if Terry was a Bond villain and an agent was sent after him?

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No telling how you ended up in Terry Silver's bed.

On one hand, he found it hilarious.

How the FBI or whatever secret service spat you out, unto his very doorstep, has sent you, to gather intel on him and Dynatox's dealings domestically and abroad. The honeypot. That choice was intentional. Clearly. You wouldn't even be the first agent or detective ushered his way to meddle in his business or push your collective noses where they didn't belong, but you were by far the prettiest, so he had to conclude that that if all snooping failed, as it usually tended to do, you were to use your more physical talents as an extraction method to counter all defenses. Except, Terry Silver tended to strike first and he tended to strike hard, in all facets of his life, not just the training dojo and he used his own talents on you, eclipsing you in your intent, to the point where your small impromptu, supposedly ''off the records'' interview with him became an extended weekend and an extended weekend turned into a full work week in bed, with your ass up in the air all for him. And you learned nothing. Discovered just as much. Which was funny. It really was. His time wasn't for free. You wasting his time was even less for free. The payment was the amusement he derived from you. Maybe you could report back to your superiors how many times he's made you cum and how he's pounded your holes to oblivion. That was the best you could do. He nearly chuckles at the notion, buttoning up his shirt, easily sliding on his suede blazer, stretching his neck until the muscles cracked, straightening his frame out, smoothing the sides of his gelled down hair with a lone finger, smiling at his own reflection in the full body carved mahogany mirror with your visage right behind him, semi-blurred, staring at him, mutely, from his California King Size mattress, naked and tangled in satin sheets.

You lost.

He won.

Tough luck.

-"They warned me about you."-

You remark, matter-of-factly, sounding partially exhausted, which came as no surprise after the full weekend bender he's put you through, and partially resigned. Terry was aware you tried every trick in the book, every method of seduction, every way of attacking, everything the agency undoubtedly trained you on, every tactic and every bullshit strategy he fuelled deliberately so you'd think you're close to getting something out him before he flipped the script on you and you'd walk out of here, fucked, and with no more knowledge than you walked in here with. And Dynatox would keep operating like it used to. Like it has done for years. In Asia. Micronesia. In Africa. In wherever hellhole Global South backwater he could get his hands on. Would you try for a more aggressive approach next time? Could you even do that even if you had the chance? Would some of your colleagues visit him next and try instead of you, with a warrant for his questioning or even appearance at court? Terry Silver could figure, that if he put a blade into your hands right now, and bid you to strike, you wouldn't be able to. He felt so, while he was having you, time and time again. Your body responded to him. The way your pupils dilated. You, melting into him. Responsive, wanton and pleading. You weren't the only one trained. He served his service too, in Vietnam, years ago. He knew how to read a person. They warned you about him? Clearly, they didn't warn you enough. Should've warned you more and far, far better. Fully dressed, he turns to you and all he can do is laugh before walking out, purposeful, wide strides, heading out to a meeting, leaving Margaret, Milos and his staff to tend to you and then show you out of the mansion and out of his part of LA too, hopefully.

-"Bet they did."-

Is all he says, closing the door behind him.

#why even write a bond villain alternative universe with terry in it #when one can describe terry as terry really is and was #and it would be one and the same #terry silver #james bond au #dynatox #agent #secret agent #enemies to lovers #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved #80's terry silver

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wordpimp · 10 months

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A path and a field

Suitcase, suit. Cleaning up someone's apt to go on a work trip, or r&r. Suitcase from a closet, suit from a dressing room. Threw away pieces of a door, it was large and metal and barely fit in the dumpster, was I supposed to throw it away there, tree like Golgotha, dry the air with rosemary. Their place was on a hill, felt like Oakland but odd to be leaving just to go back. I had black boots on, half boots, matte, sueded. Dungeness.

Shielded from the blast on a high rise overlooking the edge of a valley with some others who also didn't look, had a few good days after that, seasons. Went on a helo trip I think, might have been a raft, shimmied under a bridge to dangle precariously from a boulder/cliff on the other side, like the mill in Roswell, it had that Seurat painting je ne sais quoi, got a hand from someone I just called hey buddy. Made it up at least. Then they gave me some wine. Tasted good.

My shoes were like wheelies but they were motorized, and the moving part was self contained and removable, no wheels. Detachable sun. Wanted to whoosh into traffic but I kept to the sidewalk shaded dappled went into a town like Helen, it was formidable, like Disney's Armageddon. Big bell tower. Vanilla fudge. Went to my room, my garret, my home and my nook. Felt safe and odd waking up, my whole left side sore as if from a fall and lay in bed for an hour blinking. Oh I think the cat slept on me

There is a settlement, it's more like a camp and the way isn't easy. Deep in the fields, in the valleys the beds are already made. Junction box on a 4x4, orange placard, the gravel not yet paved the frame not yet formed

What do you wish for

Why don't you try harder

#poetry #prose poem #dreams

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in-my-feels-probably · 1 year

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Empyrean - Chapter Three

Chapter 3

As morning came, the smoke from the fire was still billowing black smoke into the already existing haze above the rooftops. In the aftermath of the explosion, the Barrel was buzzing. There was no doubt Pekka Rollins had caught on to who was behind the bomb, and Elham felt like she was walking on eggshells, having to look around every corner for danger. The Crows–minus Kaz, Elham wasn’t quite sure where he had skulked off to–ducked into a cafe near the edge of town.

There was one thing that was certain in Ketterdam. The cafe’s would always be open, and their bars would always be stocked.

There’s nothing like a bit of Kaelish cinnamon whiskey in your coffee in the mornings, and a nice stack of waffles. At least, that's what Jesper always told her. She wasn’t much of a day drinker herself. But the occasion called for it, and who was she to deny Jesper his little joys?

She ordered a coffee for herself, and Jesper pulled a flask out of his new coat pocket. They took turns sipping from the mug, and Elham tried not to grimace as the whiskey burned going down her throat.

“The coffee is shit here,” she grumbled, eying the stack of waffles Nina had ordered for herself.

“Don’t even think about it, Creed,” Nina said, although she hadn’t taken her eyes off her breakfast yet. “I’m starving. Drink your breakfast, darling.”

Jesper took another swig, handing the mug back to her. “Drink it. You need something in your stomach, and you’re stressing me out. Stop looking so anxious. I’m sure he’s fine.” Elham scoffed, raising a hand to hit Jesper’s arm. He caught it, giving her a playful grin. She glared back at him, ripping her arm from his grip.

“That’s not what I’m worried about, thank you very much. It’s the opposite, if anything. If any of us are going to survive this, my money is on him. What I am worried about is stepping out the door and getting swamped by Dime Lions. Not exactly what I would call a good start to my morning.”

“Neither is day drinking,” Inej mused, though she offered Elham a smile that was the first comforting thing she’d seen all day. “It’s worse out there today.”

Jesper rolled his eyes, taking the mug back from Elham. “Worse how? We had to sleep on that novice’s floor. This body deserves a proper bed.”

“Word is we also killed a constable,” Inej said quietly, bracing herself for everyone’s reaction.

Elham groaned, slumping against Jesper’s side. He let her, which she was internally grateful for. He clearly was feeling the same way, slinging an arm around her shoulder.

“I have so many questions. How? Why? Who? Where? When? I guess…yeah. I guess that’s all of them.”

“Last night, after you escaped from the wagon–”

“I’ve got to tell you about that later, by the way,” Elham interrupted, sitting up straighter. “A man lost two fingers by the time we got out.”

Inej ignored her comment, although she made it a point to slide the mug closer to Jesper and further away from Elham. “Constable Sem was his name. Shot with his own weapon. Stadwatch are shaking down every informant they know.”

“So, they’re pinning this on Jesper?” Elham asked, slowly putting together the pieces.

“That’s ridiculous. I would never shoot someone with their own gun. Besides, it’s not even a good frame-up.”

Inej nodded, pouring everyone a glass of water. Elham took her glass gratefully, giving Jesper a sympathetic look as he leaned back against the booth bench. She took a long sip before setting it down, resting her hand on his arm as she absentmindedly rubbed her thumb along the suede of his coat.

It really did look good on him.

“Have you seen him today?” Jesper asked, and Elham straightened up as she realized he was talking about Kaz.

Inej shook her head. “No. He’s avoiding questions, I suspect.”

“Yeah, from all of us.”

Everyone’s eyes slowly fell on Elham, who just shrugged. “I would tell you if I knew anything. I’m serious, I really would. I haven’t seen him since this morning when he left early. If I had to guess, he’s finding a way to get us a little more muscle. Even if we get Wylan in on this, the six of us aren’t going to be enough to take on Pekka. And I guarantee that’s what it’ll come to.”

Satisfied with her answer, everyone seemed to shrug it off. Elham felt her chest tighten when Jesper let out a sad sigh, leaning his frame against hers.

“Blowing up the Crow Club…”

“Makes you wonder what else he’s willing to destroy,” Inej added, and Elham decided she wasn’t going to allow her brain to venture down that train of thought.

The outcome didn’t look promising. Explaining Kaz’s personal vendetta against Pekka wasn’t exactly something Elham felt comfortable doing, especially since she didn’t know how much the group actually knew about Kaz’s past with Pekka. He had given her bits and pieces of the story to stitch together over the course of a few years, but even she didn’t know the full extent. He hadn’t brought himself to tell her just yet, and she wasn’t sure he’d ever muster up the courage to do it. Still, she wouldn’t pry.

His past was his own.

And he never pried in on hers, so she’d do the same with his. But she couldn’t deny the guilt she felt when she looked at Jesper and Inej’s solemn faces, knowing they knew she had a part in planting that bomb. She hadn’t even questioned Kaz when he did it. She went along with it like it was any other job. Sometimes, it scared her just how much she was willing to do for him, even at her own expense. She cleared her throat, drawing the attention to her.

“We can rebuild it. All of it. Make it something new. I know it was our home,” she started, her voice wary. “But it never would be again while Pekka has it. We’d never be safe living on Dime Lion turf. It’s just four walls and a roof, you know? Everything in it is replaceable. But this…us…we’re not replaceable. I’d watch the club burst into flames a thousand times over if it meant keeping everyone at this table safe, and away from Pekka. I’d even light the match myself.”

There was a blaze in her eyes as she spoke, and the Crows didn’t know what to make of it. Just as Elham opened her mouth to backtrack–or at least try to–she heard a familiar click of a cane on plank wood floors coming towards the booth. Wylan followed close behind.

Jesper scooted so he was pressed up against the window, and Elham followed his lead. Inej did the same on her side, followed by Nina. Kaz took a seat next to Elham, and Wylan sat across from him.

“You made sure you weren’t followed?” Kaz asked as everyone settled back into the booth.

Elham nearly scoffed at the question, and it seemed the rest of the Crows were feeling the same. “Of course we did.”

“Jes has a question to ask you,” Inej started, and Elham made herself small against the back of the bench so she wouldn’t be caught under the burning gaze she knew Kaz had set on Jesper.

Kaz had a way of looking at you that could bring you to your knees under the sheer weight of his stare. She hadn’t yet decided if that was a good thing or not. In this case, it definitely was not.

“Good luck,” she mumbled, patting Jesper’s thigh.

He glared down at her, before looking up at Kaz. “Look, a lot has happened since last night. We found out we lost our home, and then you blew it up just to piss off Pekka Rollins.”

Jesper grew angrier as he spoke, some of his resentment landing on Wylan. Elham gave Wylan a small smile of reassurance from across the table, landing a swift kick into Jesper’s calf as a way of saying, lay off, and calm down. It’s not all on him.

“And?” Kaz asked, almost bored by Jesper’s recount of the previous night.

“Have you heard we also shot a Stadwatch with his own gun?”

Kaz paused for a second, but his voice didn’t falter. “All Stadwatch carry the same gun and it’s standard issue. This is Pekka Rollins firing back at us.”

“Who is this Pekka Rollins?” Nina asked, pushing her breakfast away from her. “Every time you say his name, your blood pressure skyrockets…yours too, Elham.”

Elham went rigid, risking a glance towards Kaz, before deciding that she should let him take the lead. After all, it was his plan that got him into this mess. His vendetta. Now, it was his mess to clean up, or–at the very least–explain.

“That’s not part of your purview, Heartrender,” Kaz said calmly, his tone toxic.

“You’re right. But I tend to have opinions, and…oh! Here's one. Anger clouds judgment.”

Inej piped in, trying to dissolve some of the tension amongst the table. “Pekka Rollins runs the Barrel.”

“He cheated his way into an empire by running cheap cons,” Kaz added. “He isn’t a boss, he’s a scourge.”

Elham nodded in agreement. “He’s a right fucking prick, if you haven’t gathered that yet. I don’t think anyone here has a nice thing to say about him. I certainly don’t.”

Nina nodded, settling back against the bench. “If you hate him so much, why not just hire me to kill him? Why hire me at all? Your Sharpshooter, your Valkyrie, or your Wraith could take him out, easy. Seems like you have a lot of options, so why me?”

“It’s not enough to kill him.”

A hush fell over the table, and uneasy glances were exchanged from everyone as they took in Kaz’s words. Elham was sure her face reflected anxiety, but inside, she felt something more. Rage. Kaz was right. It wasn’t enough to kill him. He needed to suffer.

Kaz seemed to sense everyone catching on to his moment of vulnerability, his mask of passiveness slipping back onto his face. “Killing him doesn’t help us clear our names. That’s why I need all of you, so I can hang everything back on him.”

“And we are the pawns who enact your personal vendetta?” Inej asked, glancing around the table.

I don’t mind being a pawn if it means getting to watch the King fall, Elham thought to herself, but she stayed silent.

“The four of us are under equal jeopardy,” Kaz said, looking between Jesper, Elham, and Inej, before looking between Nina and Wylan. “And if they catch us, we can’t protect you. You’ll have to turn to Pekka to see your man. No doubt with some very unappealing conditions attached.”

Kaz’s words reminded Elham that she had yet to ask Nina about the man she was so set on freeing. He must be quite the person for her to go through all this trouble. She made a mental note to remember to ask her about him later.

Jesper cleared his throat. “All that in mind, I mean…Inej, Elham, and I need to know the plan.”

“Um, yes…I, too, would like to know the plan,” Wylan added quietly, his first time speaking since he had sat down. He was a quiet person, Elham had noticed. She was really hoping she’d be able to get to know him better in the next few days.

Expectant eyes fell on Kaz, and the table was silent again. Kaz narrowed his eyes, before turning around to sweep the room and make sure no one was listening in on their conversation. He turned back to the Crows, leaning in.

“To get leverage on him, I need to know the scope of his business, inside out. There are two ways to learn this. The first is by following his private driver, tracking his schedule. Second…his accountant. Henrik Van Poel. If I get access to Pekka’s books, it’ll tell me everything I need to know. So, we need to get into that building.”

Kaz gestured across the street, and the Crows peered out the window to see what he was talking about. A building with three archways came into view.

“It’s where his accountant works. Although, there’s no way of knowing which office. That’s the mission. It looks like a typical office building, but it has a number of subtle features.”

“So, nothing for me to shoot?” Jesper asked.

Inej huffed, smiling to herself. “You can always shoot a lock if it makes you feel better.”

“You’re sassing me, but I recall that got you out of a jam once.”

Elham nearly snorted, covering her mouth as she tried to recover her laugh as a cough. “Sorry, sorry. My bad. Continue.”

Kaz rolled his eyes, exasperatedly staring up at the ceiling, before continuing. “This place values anonymity. The doors aren’t numbered. There are no names or placards. These aren't for businesses’ clients to visit, this is for people who value discretion. So…Jesper, Wylan, you follow the driver. Inej, I want you to take watch on the roof.”

Nina stood, leaving the booth with her plate in hand. Kaz continued giving directions until she came back, a fresh pitcher of water in her hand. She poured herself a glass as he directed his instructions at her.

“Nina, I need you with me while I copy Hendrik's books. Gunfire would only draw attention, but a Heartrender–”

“Has many skills,” Nina interrupted. “Like this. Second floor, second to last door on the left.”

Kaz looked taken back, almost surprised. “What?”

“Henriks’s office.”

Elham raised a hand, halting the conversation. “One, where am I going? And two, how do you know this?”

“I asked the waitress,” Nina said, like it was the most obvious solution. “People who work in places like that, they eat in places like this. Sometimes, they get the meals delivered. So I said, ‘Excuse me, but I have a delivery and I can’t read the directions.’ Ta-da.”

Elham smiled, clearly impressed. “Well, that’s one question answered, thank you Nina. On to the next. What am I going to be doing during all of this?”

Kaz turned to look at Elham, thinking for a moment before he spoke. “You’ll follow Inej’s lead and stand watch while she scopes out the best point of entry. I can’t have Jesper or Wylan making noise with guns or explosions, which is why they’ll follow the driver. But a sword is quiet enough, I expect. You’ll be there to help Inej, should she need it, and keep away any distractions by whatever means necessary. Nina will still go with me, seeing as her skills are proving themselves useful for the task at hand.”

“I like having her around,” Jesper grinned, making Nina smile.

“Mhm,” she started, turning her attention back to Kaz. “And I like truth. You said you’d get me in to see Matthias.”

Another silence fell over the group as everyone turned expectedly towards Kaz. Jesper leaned in to whisper to Elham as Kaz kept his eyes on Nina, clearly in thought.

“Scheming face,” he said, making Elham nod. “Should I be worried?”

“Oh, absolutely.”

–

Hours later, Elham followed Inej onto the rooftop where Kaz was waiting for them. He heard them coming, turning around just as Elham made it up the steps.

“What did you find?” He asked, turning back around to face the city rooftops.

Inej took the lead. “There’s a doorman even after hours, and a pair of roving guards in the halls. But I can get you in through a window if Nina watches the front.”

“I felt very unnecessary today, by the way,” Elham added, linking her arm with Inej’s. “Inej here is perfectly capable of handling herself. I spent the better part of my afternoon avoiding guards around every corner, trying not to make my boots click on the floor. I think my talents would’ve been better suited for babysitting Jesper, but that was up to you, boss.”

Kaz raised a brow as he looked at her, narrowing his eyes. “Did you drink today?”

“Oh, I haven’t stopped since this morning, babe.”

“You can thank Jesper for that,” Inej said, nudging into Elham’s side. “Don’t worry, she’s fine. I forced water down both of them, and Elham nicked Jesper’s flask so he’ll be dry for the rest of the day.”

Elham nodded, pulling her coat back to show the shiny flask in the inside pocket. “You’ll be happy to know I didn’t drink any. I still have my wits about me, I promise.”

Kaz looked at Elham for a long time as she began trying to shrink away from his gaze. He looked pissed, and his silence wasn’t exactly a good omen. Just as Elham opened her mouth to speak—and try and salvage the situation—he raised a hand, stopping her.

“Just don’t make it a habit…alright?” He said, content to drop it, turning back around to face the rooftops once more. “If this goes sideways, tell the others to regroup at Black Veil. Get the Heartrender. We leave in ten.”

“No,” Inej said, making Elham whirl around to face her. Kaz turned around as well.

“Not until you tell me what happened between you and Pekka.”

“Inej–” Elham started, but Kaz was quick to interrupt her.

“All you need to know is that I have a reason.”

Inej scoffed, shaking her head. “There’s enough secrecy in this crew as is.”

“Secrecy is the only way to survive the Barrel, Inej.”

“So keeping me in the dark is about survival?” She asked, turning to Elham. “You know, don’t you? You’d be asking questions otherwise, too.”

Elham sighed, laying a hand on Inej’s arm. “I know bits and pieces, and it’s not for me to tell. I don’t ask questions, and the Saints know I’m in no position to be lecturing other people about keeping secrets. I’d tell you if I could, Inej. Believe me, I would. I’m sorry I can’t do more.”

Inej gave her a nod of understanding, but it was hard to miss the look of obvious hurt on her face at Elham’s answer. Elham felt her heart sink as Inej stepped away from her, guilt settling in her stomach. Inej took another step towards Kaz, making him turn around.

“My survival, or yours? What about Elham’s?”

It was silent for a moment. Elham kept her eyes on the floor, and she had a feeling Kaz kept his there as well. Inej let out a defeated sigh.

“Trust is the other side of secrecy, Kaz. Remember that.”

Inej was gone before Elham could stop her. She let out a frustrated sigh, coming to stand next to Kaz on the ledge overlooking the city. He didn’t say anything, but she could feel his eyes on her as she stared ahead. Taking a deep breath, she turned to face him, leaning her side against the ledge.

“You trust Inej, don’t you? I do. What’s the harm in telling her and Jesper something? Anything. Just a little bit to get them to understand that this is more important than they know. I’d be upset, too, if I was in their position.”

“But you’re not, are you?” He snapped, making her narrow her eyes.

“Don’t talk to me like that. It would do you good to remember that I am the only one who has stuck by your side for this long, despite the utter ass you can be sometimes. I wasn’t asking you to tell them your whole life story. I was just curious why you refuse to tell them anything at all. You told me, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t exactly pour my heart out to you, did I?” He spat, growing angry. “It’s taken years for you to piece it together, and even you don’t know the full story. I don’t ask about your past, Elham. Ever. So, don’t ask me about mine.”

He turned back to face forward without another word. Elham scoffed, an empty grin on her face. She knew he heard it by the way his shoulders tensed. She turned to head back down the stairs, stopping once she reached the top step. She looked over her shoulder to see him still facing forward.

“Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I want you to ask? That maybe I’d tell you, and all you had to do was ask. Inej is right, Kaz. Trust is the other side of secrecy. I figured, after everything…maybe you trusted me more than this. I guess I was wrong.”

Kaz finally turned around at her words, but he was too late.

“I’m going to find Jesper,” she said over her shoulder, already heading down the stairs. “Perhaps he’s in more of a talking mood.”

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A/N - Hi! So sorry for the long wait on this chapter. It was originally one, but it was getting really long, so I decided to split it here. The second part should be out soon. Anyway, I hope you’re enjoying the story so far, sorry it’s taking me a while to get chapters out. I’ve been really busy, but I had a little while to write so I figured I’d at least get this chapter finished while I can. I’ll get back to this fic soon! Here’s chapter three for now, let me know what you think!

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