#WASTE HIS ASS APHRODITE

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My Own Aphrodite

Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Warnings:body image issues, self esteem issues, past self blame, issues, society sucks, sucky beauty standards, weight scale, past body shaming, pervy men, digusting school system, misogyny, curse words, tiny bit of smut, happy ending

prompt: ❛you’re beautiful, you know that? ❜credit: @nightprompts

I wrote this based on my personal experiences

ALL BODIES ARE BEAUTIFUL!! :)

reader nickname is Angel

This is a prequel to Hold Me Baby, but you don’t have to read it to understand. But u should tho— no pressure :)

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Past

You could feel eyes burning into your chest.

“Miss L/n, it hurts me that you seemed to forgotten our three fingers straps rule” Mr. Lee sounded hurt, you could see something being scribbled down on the notepad that was currently in his hands. He ripped the paper off and walked towards your desk and handed it to you—“The last thing the boys need is a big distraction, do you want to cause a disruption in our classroom?, he didn’t give you time answer—“Go to the nurses office for a cover up or go home”. He proudly walked away with a smirk on his face.

“What!” you muttered under your breathe. You quickly jumped from your chair— scared of the consequences if you refused. Mr. Lee creepily stared at your chest, you started to blush in embarrassment, is this what he meant?- your body is distracting.

“See what I mean Y/n your causing me a distraction” he gestured toward your breast.

“Please leave now”

Tears started to drip from your face. I didn’t mean too. your lips begin to wobble.

As you drag yourself through the empty halls sour thoughts seemed to paralyze your mind.

“Why couldn’t I be smaller?”

“Did Mr. Lee have a point?”

“Honey” the secretary of the school Ms. June called out to you.“Honey if Mr. Lee sent you down here for a cover up, the nurse doesn’t have anymore to give”.

More tears slipped down your face.

“I’m so sorry Honey unless you find something i’m going have to send you home”. A pinch of sadness crossed over Ms. June’s face.

You didn’t have to tell her. You could see her hand moving fast as she scribbles something down.

“I’m sorry Y/n” you looked down at the piece of paper— a permisson slip that required your signature stating that you were leaving early.

“Thank you” you whispered.

You walked away with tears pouring down your face. “Why me? , Why me?” you kept repeating to yourself. “Did I really deserve this?”

How were you supposed this explained to your parents?

I am a distraction.

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Present

“Angel you looked great in that one” Bradley told you— and you were pretty sure he’s said that fifteen dresses ago. He relaxingly sat on the bench inside of the dressing room- his phone tossed to the side, even though it occasionally tinged Bradley ignored it. He assuring you that all his attention was on you.

You messed with straps, trying to lift them higher.

You we’re trying to cover up your cleavage.

Your shoulders sagged—dressing shopping had been a lose cause and too add it to it you dragged your husband Bradley alongside hoping to get a good opinion— but all he’s been offering you is five stars reviews on each and every dress you’ve tried on so far. (kind bastard). You atleast thought he give you his honesty and tell how ugly you’ve looked in all of them — telling you how disappointing it was to been soulmates with the ugliest woman alive.

“Angel whats wrong with this one?” he asked curiously— surely Bradley saw how grotesque you were?, yet his eyes and body language showed otherwise. You and him were both tired— You pulled Bradley out of bed at the ass crack of dawn to try on dresses. Now your starting to regret bringing him here— you wasted his and your time.

“N-Nothing,Nothing” you shakily start to take off the dress. You felt the dress slip down to your body onto the floor.

You sniffle, your face is getting hotter and hotter by the second.

“Y/n?” he tries.“I didn’t mean to insult you—”

Did he do something wrong?

You were gone. It seemed like you were in your own world. Subconsciously you curl into yourself- seemingly hiding your body from him.

“Angel”, he didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.

“I’m sorry Bradley—let just go home” you broke out your trance, you doubted you find a dress in time for the navy gala.

Weeks ago the scale showed you a number you didn’t like and now your body is reflecting it.

Your suddenly on the floor picking up the dress— there you go again getting stuck in your own world.

He could see your brain spinning fast, he hears the evil voice in the back of your head telling you how ugly you were.

Soon Bradley was on the floor with you—right now he needed to get to the bottom of this, he needed to make this right. “Angel”

Distraction.

“Angel—can you hear me?” he voice is sweet and gentle. He gives you minute to answer him— times like this he knows how hard it is for you to pull yourself out of so much darkness.

He shouldn’t have too see you like this. He shouldn’t even have to be in the same room as you.

“Ready” he asks you.

“Yeah” your voice was equivalent to a prey moving through predator territory. Quiet and unsteady.

“C’mon here” he gestures with his hand. “it’s okay Y/n”. Bradley reassures you after seeing the look of terror and uneasiness on your face.

Its the easiest job you’ve ever done. Your face is already in the crook of his neck. After everything that had been going on you only had one question— why is he so fucking soft? metaphorically and literally.

“Talk to me Y/n” he tells you. “Let me in”.

Bradley gently dragging his hand up down your back— he’s slowly coaxing you back to calmness.

You sigh.“I really want toBradley… but what if you don’t like what I say?”. His fingers pause for a second.

“Even If I don’t like it Angel, I still want to hear whats wrong— your feelings are justified, I still want to help you”. Bradley says with sternly yet softness is bleeding into his voice.

You can’t help but melt at that.

Even when you tried building your defenses higher, Bradley kept knocking them down.

“Distraction” you decided with.

“Y/n?” you could feel the gears spinning in Bradley’s head.

“I don’t want to be an distraction Bradley” you tell him again, was he purposefully not listening to you?

You could feel his face turn into a frown.

“Y/n how are you distracting?” he asked you. “Do you mean your distracting me?”.

Remember what he said— “Let me In”

“My breast their.. their so big” your voice is wobbling again like earlier. You wished you could talk without being a baby.

“Angel I’m not some teenage boy who’s gets distracted by the sight of breast” he seems hurt by the accusation.

“No” you sighed. “They cause disruption”. Your talking like it’s was true— you talked liked no ones ever told you it’s wrong.

Then it dawned on him, someone told you this when you were young. Someone hurt his wife.

And someone never told you otherwise.

The grip on you slightly gets tighter.

“Angel” Bradley shaking his in disbelief and disgust. “You are not distracting, your body doesn’t cause disruption.

“But—” you attempt to argue.

“But nothing Angel, who ever told you is full of shit and they couldn’t control themselves around a child… there is nothing wrong with you” , you pull your face from Bradley neck. He sounds so sure of himself.

He’s angry, his jaw clenched.

Guilt eating at you. And sure enough Bradley could see it.

“No, No Angel” his voice is coated with softness .

“I’m not mad at you- I’m irritated that no one ever corrected you”.

“Yeah me too, but I’m glad I have you” you throw your arms around him.

He’s hugging you back“I’m glad you found me”.

Confidence is now seeping through your veins.

“Bradley I like the last one”

Fuck Mr. Lee

“Me too Angel— it fits you like a glove and friday evening i’m going to enjoy ripping it off you”. Bradley stroking your back again.

You blushed. It’s amazing how your husband always manages to turn a sweet moment into a horny one”.

“Likewise Bradley Bradshaw—If you get off me fast enough we could have enough time for a pregame before my shift” you hum in amusement— fully knowing how feral your husband was.

He flings you up, “hurry up Angel and grab the dress”. Bradley moving around in the dressing room— he’s even cleaning and grabbing your other dresses.

He acting like a headless chicken.

Bradley starts fishing for his keys—not even giving you a chance to pay first. He practically throws his credit card into the cashier hand.

He wasn’t slowing down either.

“Come on Angel, time to go!”

#top gun #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw

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Gunpowder & Lead P R O L O G U E

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Emory's POV is written by @mamachasesmayhem and Jake's POV is written by me.

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"I can't do this anymore, Matt. I'm leaving." The words leave my mouth with only a slight tremble. 

Matt barks out a laugh. "What was that, baby?" 

I take a deep breath and steel my nerves. "I'm leaving."

"The fuck you are!"

Matt's statement is punctuated with a fierce blow to my cheek, knocking me sideways.  

I thought that his recent lack of interest in me would have made this easier. I thought that maybe he was finally tired of me, that maybe he wouldn't care as much when I tried to leave. Clearly, I was wrong. 

A kick lands on my ribs after I land on the floor, followed by a few more. I try to no avail to block them, only earning bruises and likely more fractures to my arms. He grips my hair to pull me up only to slam my head into the floor.  My head spins as I feel blood pool beneath me.  I'm barely conscious when he finally decides to stop, probably thinking I'm down for the count. I hear him grab hiskeys from their hook by the door but when I catch a glimpse of the hooks I realize it wasn't just his that he took, but mine too. Shit, that makes this more difficult. His stupid ass Camero revs in the driveway and the sound of his tires peeling fills the small house. I fight to stay conscious because I can do this.  

I don't know how much time has passed when I pull every ounce of will and strength in my body and finally crawl onto my hands and knees.  

I can do this.  

It could have been minutes or hours since Matt left, so I don't waste a second.  

I can do this.

I stumble out of the door and adrenaline floods my nervous system.  

I can do this.

My bare feet carry me across the pavement and then through the woods across from the house. It'll hurt like hell later, but it's much shorter to cut through them to get to Birdie's house. This is a route I've memorized, having to sneak out to see my best friend when Matt eventually stopped allowing it. I can get there with my eyes closed, and it's entirely possible I do. 

I eventually break through the tree line and push past the pain that's threatening to overwhelm my body. The light to the back porch is on, drawing me near like a lighthouse to the coast, and I stumble the last few steps to the door. I fall against the cool wood in a heap, frantically pounding my fist against it as darkness clouds my vision. The door opens underneath me and I let it take over, finally able to rest. 

It's warm when I come to, a gentle voice rousing me. "Sweets, can you hear me? Shit, Jav!  She's breathing and has a pulse but she's not responding to me."

I groan and try to peel my eyes open. That voice definitely does not belong to Birdie. It's not her husband Bob either, and that's what startled me enough to fully return my brain to my body.  My eyes land on a face surely carved by Aphrodite herself. 

"Am I dead?" I mutter out. With a chiseled jaw and concern swimming in mossy green eyes staring down at me, I must be. Especially if I'm not scrambling to get away from a man that isn't Bob Floyd. But a tiny voice in my head tells me that he's safe and that he won't hurt me, so I let myself listen to it. 

A small smile pulls at the lips of the man above me. "No, sweets. You're alive, it looks like you fought real hard to be too. How'd you end up here?"

The realization I didn't make it to Birdie's makes me gasp and try to sit up. "I was trying to get to Birdie's house, where I am?!"

I notice I'm cradled in his lap when his arms tighten around me in an attempt to keep me from jostling the multiple injuries I'm sure I have. "Easy, I got you. Birdie Floyd? She's right next door, you almost made it. Just a hundred feet short."

A voice crackles through his phone, clearly on speaker given that I can hear it so clearly. "I'm about 3 minutes out, Jake. What's going on?"

"She's awake, Javy. I think I can manage until you get here, but I'll keep you on the phone just in case."

He turns to me and I can hear sirens in the background of the call. "I'm Officer Jake Seresin and on the phone is my best friend Javy Machado, he's a paramedic.  He's working tonight and I called him the second I opened the door, he and his partner are on the way to come look at ya, ok?" My nod prompts him to continue. "I can go get Bob and Birdie if you want?"

"No!" I yelp. "Please don't leave me alone! H-he might show up..."

"It's ok, pretty girl. I got you, I won't leave you alone. You're safe with me." His voice is calm, soothing. "Even though I'm off duty, I called in some backup. I don't want ya worryin' when you hear the sirens and see the lights here shortly."  

His thumb rubs small circles on my upper arm as red and blue fill the night sky. 

Jake carries me outside to meet the paramedics and I can hear Birdie from across the yard.

“What’s going on?” Her eyes scan the scene and finally land on me and she immediately runs to me."Emory! Oh, honey! What did he do to you this time?" She starts sobbing as her hand gently traces my swollen cheek. "How'd you find her, Jake?"

"She found me. She knocked on my door thinking it was yours." His chin tips up in acknowledgment when Bob joins his wife. "Hey, Floyd. Javy just rolled up and called in some backup."

No sooner than the words leave his mouth, a tall man with a mocha complexion hops out of the ambulance and rushes over. Jake reluctantly lets me go and nods at me as Javy takes over and lays me on a stretcher. As he's taking inventory of my injuries and rolling me to the ambulance, I hear Jake talking to Bob.  

"Where's the fucker that did this to her?"

"If he's not at home, he's at The Den." Bob replies, anger clear in his voice. 

Jake climbs up the step into the ambulance, just beside Birdie and reaches out and gently squeezes my hand.  "Javy's the best there is, you're in good hands. I'm gonna go get the sad excuse of a man that did this to you and he's gonna go rot in a cell."

Tears well in my eyes as relief washes over me.  "Thank you, Jake."

Jake did as he promised, immediately arresting Matt and tossing him in jail. After confirming I did, in fact, end up with new fractures in my arm, a concussion, and severely bruised ribs I returned to work about a week after I may have been sporting a neon pink cast, fading bruises on my face, and stitches in my lip, but I'd never been happier. 

The trial officially concluded and Jake was there by my side through the entire thing, volunteering to be my personal protection detail.

6 months later

Jake had walked through the door of Cora's, the bakery Birdie and I have been working at since we were undergraduates at UT Austin. Once the recognition hit me, I gasped. "It's you."

His smile was soft, almost shy, as he blushed. "It's me."

"You saved me, l-I don't have enough words for how thankful I am for you."

Thankfully, he dropped in during a slower time so my rambling isn't holding up other customers.  

Jake reaches up and rubs the back of his neck as he looks down. "I'd like to think it's what anyone would do, having sworn an oath to protect and serve and all."

I take the time to finally observe what he's wearing, and he looks damn good in his uniform, before smiling up at him. "Well, take your pick officer. Anything you want is on the house.  For as long as I work here."

After that day, he made it a habit to stop in at some point during his shift for coffee and a pastry if he was feeling particularly cheeky.  "The coffee's always been free to the boys in blue, I can't take advantage of your kindness all the time, Sweets." He'd told me. 

And eventually Jake asked me out. "I know you were in a terrible relationship before, so if this is too forward, stop me. But now that it's not a conflict of interest, how do you feel about dinner with me?"

"Dinner sounds amazing." I'd told him with a wide smile and his quickly matched my own. 

From that day forward, we'd been nearly inseparable. With his support, I'd finally caught up with Birdie and finished my MBA. While in school, I met the little spitfire named Adalaide Blake.  She had been in her final semester of law school and studying to pass the BAR exam. She quickly became close to Birdie and I and we've been thick as thieves since.  

Honoring the promise she made to a couple of 19 year old kids, Cora, the owner of the bakery, turned it over into our capable hands and retired. Cora was the grandma I had always wanted.  She took me in when I had nothing and loved Birdie and I as her own. Not long after we took over, Matt was released from prison. Jake had delivered the unfortunate news after plying me with ice cream and tequila a few days before our one year anniversary. He promised to keep me safe and asked me to move in with him. We'd discussed it more the next morning when I was sober and he assured me his reasoning was more than just keeping me safe, he wanted me as part of his every day routine.  

Within a few months of my moving in, I helped Jake study for and pass his detective's test. He soon promoted and we celebrated by christening the new home for the bakery. The new location included a large, secure basement with the intention of housing abused women and children.  Thanks to Jake, the rest of his squadron at the department, and connections they've made through the years, the changes weren't made public knowledge.  

There was a caveat that Jake wasn't aware of: Birdie, Addie, and I had been planning something. While we were absolutely making the new construction a safe haven, we also wanted to find a way to make sure men like Matt didn't ruin any more lives. We realized we could make that happen thanks to the combined knowledge of my studying with Jake for the detective test, Birdie hearing all the stories from Bob about work, and Addie having spent a few years as a defense attorney, we could do it. Birdie had the idea to open a secret speakeasy that would be a way for us to meet with potential women who needed help. The brave souls who sought our help were instructed to ask for a pomegranate scone, which was not sold in the bakery.  They were instead provided with a time to meet back here at the speakeasy that we named "The Underworld." 

Over the next 2 years, we caught cheaters, helped mothers get sole custody of their children, returned money stolen by swindling slimeballs, and rescued women and children from abusive homes. Along the way, we'd made some new friends and became known as The Furies. The Furies consisted of a team of powerful, badass women who shared the same mindset as us. We also made some new enemies...one of them being the Austin PD. A task force was born to stop the ring of vigilantes, and the most ironic part of it all is that many of the Furies have a personal connection to a member of the task force.  For me it was Jake. The man of my dreams and love of my life, had taken on the lead. He had risen through the ranks quickly, finding himself on many cases involving the work of the Furies. With his extensive knowledge, it was a no brainer for the department that he be the commanding officer. Even Birdie’s husband volunteered to be the CSI Specialist for the task force.

Jake and I were almost 4 years into our relationship when my ruse was finally up. I had successfully kept the two facets of my life separate until that fateful night. 

We had been running a sting on a local biker gang known for human trafficking, Demeter and I had been at The Den while trying to sneak our way into the back by posing as "entertainment" for the club. Apparently, one of the guys there that night had known Matt and therefore knew who I was. That's when shit hit the fan. While I'd been training extensively with Jake in MMA classes and with our ex-military friend learning to evade capture, one me against five men was no match. I'd learned how to take a hit with minimal damage and that was my saving grace. With my ass thoroughly beaten, I once again found myself stumbling through the dense woods that lead to Bob and Birdie's house. Leaning against the doorframe, my knuckles rap against the wood for her to come usher me inside and help me get patched up.  

If my right eye wasn't swollen shut, I might have noticed that the door was a deep blue I'd personally picked out instead of the dark maroon I was expecting. The door opens and I don't even look up before I start talking. 

"I'm an idiot, I know. Might need to call someone though, I think one of those fuckers broke my nose," I whine. 

"Emory? What the fuck?!" A deep voice bellows from the open door. 

I look up and my eyes make contact with very angry looking green ones.  "Aw shit, wrong door again."

"What the actual fuck, Em? Get inside." I try to usher her in but she takes a step back.

"No, I'm gonna pretend this didn't happen and walk over to Birdie's." Emory tried to walk away but I reached out and snatched her hand. "Jake what are you -? Ow ow, fine, I'll go, just let go of me." 

I let go and she pulled on her hand to get rid of the feeling. I could see the war in her one good eye as she reluctantly followed me inside. I led her into the kitchen, lifting her up onto the island before moving to grab the first aid kit from under the sink. I silently began working on cleaning up the blood on her face before moving down to see if there are other wounds to treat. 

"It's just my nose." She mutters and I release the breath I didn't know I was holding as I check on her nose. It wasn't broken thankfully and it didn't look like she was going to have a concussion either so I was able to relax a little. 

"Well it doesn't look broken." I sigh as I move to grab an ice pack from the freezer. "Just need some ice and you'll keep your gorgeous face in perfect condition." She gives me an unimpressed glance as I hold out the ice pack to show her how serious I am about fixing her nose. She grabs it and gingerly presses it against the bridge of her nose.

The air around us was thick as we sat in silence. I took the time to really take her in: the way her hair is still messy and her eyes are still slightly swollen, the bridge of her nose was red and she was sure to have bruising around her eyes tomorrow. I could tell by the way she stared at the tiled floor of our kitchen that she was in her mind. She was supposed to be at the bakery all night, and now she's showing up at my door bloody, again. I'm just about to say something when she speaks up.

"So I guess I gotta explain why we're having a deja vu episode."

"That would be nice." I say with a deep sigh. "But I'd rather make sure you are okay."

"I'm fine. I'd like to explain it all now, rather than later." Her voice sounded strained and for someone who was usually so confident, that was saying something. "Okay, shoot." 

She takes a deep breath before she starts. "I would like to state that if you never wanna see or speak to me again after you hear all this I completely understand, because it's a lot and you're probably gonna hate me afterwards and—"

"Em, please, stop." I cut her off, unable to deal with any more of her self deprecating rambling. "We're gonna have to get married before you continue so I can claim marital privilege."

"Wait, really?" She drops the ice pack to the counter as her eyes widen at my words. We've only just recently started talking about marriage being an option because I wanted to wait for her to be ready for it. "Seriously? You wanna marry me before I tell you all this?"

"Really, sweets." I smile, reaching out to cup her cheeks. "I love you and nothing could ever make me hate you! Shit, you could be the fucking leader of the Furies and I would still only see my Emory. I even have a ring upstairs." 

"No you don't." She chuckles nervously. 

"Oh, I do, trust me." I lean towards her and place a small kiss on her lips. They're chapped but warm. She leans forward as well, tilting her head slightly. We pull apart with a soft chuckle.

"So should we get you that ring and then go tell Bob and Birdie?" I smile.

"Yeah. Yeah I think we should." She nods before looking back at me. "You wanna help me clean up?" I laugh as I grab a washcloth to clean up the rest of the blood. 

Once she was cleaned up and changed into some new clothes, we made our way across the shared yard to the Floyd household. 

"I doubt they're even still up." Emory mutters as I knock on the door. "I mean seriously, it's 4 am. They wouldn't still be up, would they?"

"Not that I can tell." I frown and look back toward Em. "Let's see." We both peer inside the house through a window and we both see that the lights are still on, albeit dimly. Suddenly, the door opens to reveal Bob, his eyes already tired and his glasses fogged up from sleep. His hair was rumpled as if he had been running his hands through as his vision focused on us.

"Hey, what are you guys doing here so late?"

"We need to talk to you guys." I answer as Emory nods. 

"About what?" The tone in his voice indicates that he isn't buying into anything. He's definitely suspicious of us. 

"Nothing important." I lie and Emory quickly steps in.

"But you should go get Birdie."

"If it's enough for the both of you to interrupt mine and Birdie's sleep schedules, then it is important." Bob sighs, "Come on in." He gestures us in before locking the door and heading towards his bedroom where Birdie was surely sound asleep.

It's a few minutes before we hear the tell tale signs of Emory's best friend running down the hallway. 

"Em! Are you okay?" The brunette girl drops beside her friend, checking her over for injuries. "Should I call…?"

"I'm fine Bird, everything is okay now." Em assures her and I could see Birdie's shoulders visibly relax before she reaches for a pillow.

"Then where the hell have you been?!" The brunette exclaims as she pulls away from her friend, hitting her with the decorative pillow. "I thought you were dead! There was always a chance you were in deep but what the hell?!"

"I'll explain everything later, but we need you to do something for us first." Emory smiles softly, pulling the pillow from Birdie's hands. Both Birdie and Bob look at us confused as I move to the seat next to Em. 

"We're getting married tomorrow." I say.

"Oh." Bob answers shocked.

"Oh? Oh my god! Finally!" Birdie jumps up cheering. "Wait! Why tomorrow?"

"I might've fucked up on which door I knocked on again." Emory giggles. I laugh with her, Birdie just stares blankly at us before she speaks.

"So you're gonna...?"

"After the wedding, he wants marital privilege." Em answers.

"Oh well then by all means Mr. Seresin, dive in head first!" Birdie replies, laughing. "Break her heart after this, they won't find your body."

"I'm gonna kill you someday Birdie." Emory mumbles.

"No you won't." Birdie blows her a kiss. "Now you get the guest room." She says, pulling Emory from the couch and pushing her down the hall. "And you get to go home and sleep alone!" She says, looking at me. 

"But..."

"It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding. Now get out of my house." Birdie ushers me towards the door.

"Ya know we could've done it in secret." I tell her.

"Then you'd be dead. Night Jake!" She smiles before closing her front door and locking it. 

With that I turned, headed towards home. I felt slightly lightheaded and giddy; I couldn't believe it actually happened. I didn't feel scared or worried, but I guess I should have. I knew I loved Emory and nothing could change that, why would she even think that anything would? As I thought about these things walking through my front door, I glanced at the clock, noting the brightly shining 4:36 am. The courthouse opens at 8, sleeping now would only make us late so I walked to the living room and threw on the morning news.

Our wedding, although a simple one at the courthouse with only Bob and Birdie present was perfect. I never needed the fancy suit, the white gown, and the big wedding to prove that I loved her. Seeing her stand before me with the ring I've been holding onto for a year was more than enough. Bob and Birdie treated us to breakfast before heading back to their house. And then Emory tells me everything. And I mean everything.

I sit in shock on the loveseat as Em paces across the living room from me. Birdie's in the kitchen making drinks and Bob speaks up from his seat on the other couch.

"Well thank fuck someone else knows." He sighs, relaxing into his chair.

"I'm sorry, WHAT?!" I shouted, turning to who I thought was my best friend. "You knew they were doing this?"

"Why else do you think there was never any definite trail linking them to any of the crimes? I've been busting my ass around the clock out here!" Bob defends. "Nat and I can't take it anymore!" Bob immediately slaps a hand over his mouth. My eyes widen, if possible, more than they already were. 

"Nat knows?!"

"BOB!" Both Emory and Birdie shout.

"Am I the only one who didn't know?" I question, my eyes trailing between the girls. 

"Uhhh, Jake. Let's talk more tomorrow after we've consummated our marriage and can't have it annulled." Em chuckles softly and I already know the answer. Everyone, everyone knew before me.

"Did everyone know before me?"

"At least Cyclone doesn't know. Especially about—" Bob is cut off again by his wife who's abandoned the drinks. 

"Robert!"

"The dam is broken, Birdie. There's no turning back now!" 

"I knew we should've let Psyche make him sign the NDA." Emory sighs, groaning as she drops into a seat.

"Well I figured he feared his wife more." Birdie shrugs.

"And I do!" Bob jumps up, trying to defend himself. "I don't fear jail because I know what you bunch are capable of."

"Robert Floyd! Did you only marry me cause you thought I'd kill you?!" Birdie shouts, turning to glare at her husband.

"No! I love you! I do!" Bob panics, trying to dig out of the hole he got himself in. "But I definitely don't wanna be on the receiving end of one of Em's special recipes."

"BOB!!!" Em, Birdie, and hell even I shouted at him, knowing that was definitely something he was not supposed to tell me.

"I'm gonna go shower now." Bob mutters, walking towards the master bedroom.

"I swear I'm gonna—"

"Let us leave before you go all Hera on his ass." Em laughs as she pulls me to the front door. I'm still processing everything she told me as we enter our home.

My girlfriend—my wife— is THE Persephone, the leader of the Furies. The woman who has been avoiding capture at my hand for years now. The love of my life is who I've been chasing this entire time. Holy shit.

"You okay over there?" Her voice drags me from my thoughts. I look up to see her staring at me expectantly. 

"I'm okay, I think?" 

"Are you asking me if you are okay?" She laughs, stepping up to me. Her hazel eyes still sparkle the way they always have, but especially since she now has the diamond ring I got paired with her now. This is still my Emory, not the known vigilante that I've been hunting for years. 

"No. I'm okay." I smile at her. 

"So... the handcuffs are still for in the bedroom and not for arresting me right?" She asks, smiling as she slowly pulls me towards our room. It's only then that I realize how painfully hard I am.

"Please stop talking. My dick is hard and I'm so confused as to why." Emory laughs at my statement, stopping in her tracks as she snorts, doubling over from her laughter. "This isn't funny Em! I'm conflicted!"

As she calms down she looks up at me with lust filled eyes. "At least you know that I don't entirely hate you for all the times you shot at me." She shrugs casually and walks into the room leaving me standing there in shock, her hips swaying a little more. 

Then it hits me. Some of the nights that we had the greatest sex— it was right after I had a shootout with the Furies. She would jump me the minute we were both home and my god—

"Don't you dare start without me, sweets!"

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[someweirdoreblogger]

When you ask Hades for piercings, don't expect normal clips.

That dramatic motherfucker always aims to impress in the most ridiculous methods possible. Damn him to oblivion if Hades doesn't aspire to give his beloved, only upmost, perfect quality gifts. You will burn brighter than any star by the time Hades is through with you.

This somber-ass bitch personally walks to the sixth layer of Hell, effortlessly ripping an obsidian scale off the gargantuan, spiked spine of one of Typhon's numerous monster childern and calling in a very personal favor to Olympus's famous blacksmith, Hephaestus-to forge him a very specific relic.

Earrings.

Hades gives every material needed, brought personally if need be. Regardless of how difficult to obtain and far more than what should be required, each object is just as increbily valuable as the last if not more;

A collection of infernal fire donated directly from Hell's demon Lords, lit forever til the dawn ends. It can burn the world's most stubborn of metals and the strongest of wills, a merciless torture of immeasurable heat. Life taking breath, a saltless tear from the sun's very own core. In other words, it is an unbreakable temperature for binding countless parts, God made or otherwise.

Black glass from Hades' own castle, clean and not too crisp. There's an unease sealed into it, a looming call to the dead. Sizzling sensations overcomes you and guides your fingers across the smooth surface, a temptation bleeding silk through the pitch black lens. Not quite a spark, but threatening to be, tingles dance furiously against weak mortal flesh and bows to the natural will of the gods who sculpted it. The trapped whispers of olden kings and queens and long gone gods, still in an accursed dream. Transparency shimmering blind in the darkness, guiding lost souls to their ruling god like cavern crystals for awaited judgment, void deep as a black star.

Anicent irons melted from fallen weapons, no longer bond to their respective masters, carefully collected off the immortal corpses of the ferocious Titans. Irreplaceable, priceless in fortuide, and pure strength. Indeed, diamonds in the collection of any invested exploration.

Hades waste nothing without a second thought, but these-

They live on now as a far more useful, suitable foundation miles away from their recent decaying forms.

Quite a long journey to craft these special earrings for you. These earrings saw glorious sights amany. Traveled to the very ends of the world; melted into a divine star by the roughest, most careful hands of Heaven, molded by Hades' most destructive calamities in the deepest, darkest nether.

And here they are, the Underworld's newest god-kissed relic, solely for you alone. Although Hades opposes the mere thought of difficulty-always the sincere one.

How could Hades complain when everything you wear shines like the Earth's finest jewelry-majestic, is it not?

Hera pales in comparison. Aphrodite will weep jealousy, in complete, utter awe of your wonderful accessories.

Do not fret over the details, Hades acts like it was the easiest thing in the world.

All Hades could ever want is to spoil you, the least he could do is make up for lost time, Helheim grows evermore busy every passing century, and Hades intents never abandoning his responsibilities. But of course, one of those beloved responsibilities is you.

The cheerful smile you answer in return outweighs Apollo's own boundless radiance. And while Hades strictly insists no payment back, who can't help but bite the apple from the tree?

#mypost #record of ragnarok hades #anime #manga #record of ragnarok #hades #ror hades #hades ror #hades x reader #record of ragnarok x reader #this bitch will show he cares no matter how long it takes #his promises wont allow him to pull his punches

[kotamagic]

Another loaded episode of Lore Olympus, so let's dive in...

Let's start with Aphrodite. Understandably, she's upset that Eros and Psyche are missing. Obviously, wannabe-king Apollo isn't going to broadcast that, but that doesn't mean folks aren't going to notice that three gods are now missing after Zeus went into a coma.

(Is that the Horrible Goose running amok in the background?)

Why the fuck do you want Eros' arrows, SPECIFICALLY the ones for true love? They don't work the way that you think that they do!

Look at what happened with the truth arrow. Anyone looking at Apollo when that thing hit saw the truth... the horrible, nasty truth about what he did. (I believe it was Daphne? That was what led to her getting "treed.")

If Apollo thinks a true love arrow is going to make Persephone fall in love with him (and thus, give him access to her fertility goddess powers) then he's in for a rude surprise. If anything, she'll lend her powers to Hades so that they can kick Apollo's ass together like a power couple!

Or, maybe he has something worse in mind? Let's hope not.

Shit is still going down in the Mortal Realm. Apollo doesn't waste a moment blaming Persephone for it on TV.

Hey fucknugget, unless I'm mistaken, sun gods/goddesses were banned from the Underworld LONG before Hades and Persephone were even a thing. And Persephone made the right decision escaping to the Underworld to get away from your r*pey ass. Choke on a long, splintery battering ram!

Even in the physical safety of the Underworld, Apollo still has the power to harm with his words. It's bad enough that Persephone is guilt-wracked by her rearranged powers causing havoc, but hearing Apollo's gaslighting on the TV is only making it worse

The title of this chapter is "Wheat", and we sure are seeing a lot of it here with Persephone. That mural on the wall seems to be watching her.

We're pretty certain that Persephone was originally supposed to take over for Demeter at some point. Well, that's not happening. The wheat imagery here seems to represent what was planned to happen. As it closes in more and more around her, there's the sense of Persephone being smothered by the old plans for her.

On the other hand, I can't help but wonder if, in some way, the mural is trying to point her in a particular direction. Wheat can be grown, harvested, and stored; this is what the mortals need to know and learn to survive the (now) long winters.

We've been watching Persephone progressively sweating more and more throughout this chapter. While she's talking to this nymph, her vision gets blurry until she passes out.

She's running a fever and is put on bed rest immediately. There could be so many things causing this that it's hard to nail it down to just one.

The situation with the Mortal Realm

Her wonky powers

Apollo gaslighting her on tv

Maybe it's Kronos

Whatever the case, she is not doing well at the moment.

While she's in bed, Demeter comes to see her. Persephone voices her worries to her mother, and Demeter seems to actively listen.

"I barely know anything about myself..."

The cliffhanger is Demeter saying "Wait..."

Will this turn into an honest heart-to-heart conversation? Will important secrets get revealed? Will Apollo get shot in the ass with a truth arrow on live TV? (GAWD, I hope so!)

Anyway, thanks for coming to my LO post!

#lore olympus #lo hades #lo persephone #lo apollo #lo eros #lo demeter #lo Aphrodite

[edajcheel]

TW: Cheating Eels, No one is a good person, Moray eels need a warning, Yuu's perspective, ambiguous Yuu, toxic romance, female reader (Leech twins x Reader)

I suggest listening to the song while reading, great experience if I might say ♡

Imagine....

Bubblegum Bitch ♡

The first time she took a step into Night Raven College, it was like seeing the embodiment of Aphrodite.

Beauty, romance, love, lust

Got a figure like a pin-up,

got a figure like a doll.

Don't care if you think I'm dumb, I don't care at all

Naturally, everyone was curious. Not to mention, a wide variety.

Her long heeled-boots would click and clack down the hallway, perfectly in rhyme. Comparable to the entrancing call of a siren, catching everyone's attention.

"Oh, goodness, shouldn't you move out the way lest you want to actually get ran over?"

The first time I saw her face to face, was when she chided Ace for blocking the way into a classroom.

"Oh— uh.. my bad! Haha..." Ace awkwardly scratched the back of his head as he gave a half-assed bow to her. It doesn't seem like she noticed when she instantly went in after Ace finally moved.

After she was gone from sight, a meager 18 feet away. Ace quickly came to me and Deuce, "Damn, so the new transfer is actually a girl!? You're telling me she was the one who threw Leona across the room at orientation two days ago?"

"Looks like it. It also seems like she's more capable than what the rumors said." Deuce let out a quick laugh, and glanced over to Ace

"Hehe, Ace was redder than a tomato I've ever seen!" Grim snickered behind my arms

"Hah? I think you were just seeing things!" inevitably Ace's ears and face became the exact same blush of red

But I couldn't help but block the sounds near me out while I stared at the entrance to Mr. Trein's classroom. The front row of seats on the right, in the middle was her, Y/n L/n. I also couldn't help but be memorized by her composure, and presence.

"Hey, you comin', Yuu?" Ace nudged me on the shoulder

......

"Oh yeah! Of course I will."

——

Oh dear diary,

I met a boy.

Who made my dull heart,

light up with joy

I was preoccupied by my journal in Alchemy class

Mr. Crewel clearly stated for us to write down the 5 steps to test if a mushroom is lethal, or not.. But I ended up drawing the two tall, and long legged men I've just seen today in the Cafeteria.

"Hehe, Shrimpy, ya'know that ain't the correct formula right?"

"Rather... b3+(8c +∆7) , would be the correct answer."

I shivered at the sudden coldness as I looked up from where the shadows on my shoulders came from.

The Moray brothers... Aka the people that almost kept my friends in captive if I hadn't intruded on their little shady business. "Uhh.. Well, thanks?"

They made me feel like an outright pitiful, and stupid person. But if it's a free answer to an unknown equation that I didn't know how to solve, especially from the Leech twins, chance is it's correct.

"If you ever feel any need to ask for anymore help in the future, we would like to recommend our house warden, Azul Ashengrotto." Jade smoothly cut in

"He's a real genius, got the answers to everything." Floyd twirled my eraser in between his fingers. A show of boredom, perhaps?

I clicked my tongue and pushed both of them away from me. "Please, you two. I've spent way more than I wanted to with both of your shenanigans."

"We were just suggesting, shrimpyy~"

"sometimes, I don't get why I like both of you.."

"What was that?" Floyd suddenly popped up real close to my face and leaned in, a mere few inches in between us

"Now, now, Floyd, you're probably making them uncomfortable."

The pumping of my heart could probably have been heard miles away as I stared into the differing orbs of both of Floyd's eyes. I opened my mouth slowly, just to close it again. I took the option to just nod in agreement to Jade.

"At last, we've wasted time enough, it's time to go back Floyd."

In the end, I was left with the exact same red, pinkish blush that Ace had once donned on his face.

——

I'm miss sugar pink,

liquor, liquor lips.

Hit me with your sweet love,

steal me with a kiss.

The chimes of the radio in the corner calmed me down somewhat. But, seeing.. the transfer talk to them worsened my bleeding heart.

I sipped, and sipped on my drink. I couldn't even taste the flavor, I was using it to relieve my stress and add some little comfort.

In the Mostro Lounge— where I came every Wednesday with my friends, the exception being Thursday today and also being all alone– was the transfer sitting on one of the chairs by the countertop getting all chummy with Floyd and Jade

"Oh please! Rid yourself of that thought now, haha!"

I think I want your, your American tan

Oh, oh, oh

my eyes narrowed even deeper, as I stared at her. What is she plotting?

"Hehe~ does Angelfish really think that we would let it go that easily?" Floyd giggled, as he poked her cheek playfully.

Angelfish??...........

I think you're gonna be my biggest fan

"Truly, she doesn't think that now right?" Jade's long pinky finger slightly grazed hers while cleaning the countertop with the small rag.

Was it on purpose or on accident?

.......

I sat on my bed. The pit of my stomach was full of dread, apprehension, fear. It was silent, dead silent. Exactly midnight, 0:00A.M

The only sounds that accompanied me in this dead night was Grim's grumbling snores. It provided no comfort at all, in truth, his snores completely crossed my mind

"Augh..."

I quickly grab my neck to cease the vomit creeping up, and sprinted all the way to the restroom.

Fortunately, I made it to the restroom without doubling over and making a mess out of the floor. I crouched down in front of the toilet.

Oh dear diary,

we fell apart.

Welcome to the life of Electra Heart.

My vision became blurry, hot drops of tears fled down my eyes, falling into the toilet.

Just like back then, she ruined it again.. Why can't I ever have my happily ever after? Why does she have to steal everything from me? Why won't she just leave me alone?

I'll chew you up and, I'll spit you out.

"W-Why won't she just give it a break...?" I slam my fist down to the wooden floor board beneath me as more tears crawled down my eyes.

"...eh, Yuu..? Are you okay?"

I looked to the doorway, to find Grim in the crack of the door.

——

"Why can't you just let go of the past already!?" I dabbed my finger into her chest, and I made it extra forceful to give her a slight grimace.

"Unfortunately, I don't understand what you're getting at."

I was behind the school, in a dark, small confined space where not much sun hit. I thought it was the perfect place to talk to the girl in question without any interruptions.

As I stare into her eyes. It reminded me of how they looked in the past. The exact same dull color, as if she's empty. There was absolutely no shine in them, nothing that can hint at her true feelings right now.

"Oh, you know damn well what I'm getting at. Don't play dumb." I hissed.

I'm miss sugar pink.

Liquor, liquor lips

"All those times, when we were younger. Dumber. Naive. Why can't you just let go?"

She was quiet. Just like back then. Her head was lowered. Just like back then. She didn't say anything. Just like back then. It was as if she couldn't figure out her own words. Just like back then.

"You stole him away from me. You played with me like I was one of your overpriced dolls. You made me think I was your best friend, just to target me and steal the boy closest to my heart."

She rises her head, something that was unfamiliar to her back then. Her eyes told me everything. How she regrets being friends with me. How she regrets letting me take him. How she regrets everything she's done for me.

"Did you not ever think that I would take revenge?" She took one step towards me.

"You'll feel what I felt back then."

She yanked my hair and pushed me down to the ground.

"Agh!"

Straight to number one...

I looked up, desperately, and opened my mouth to let out a call for help before a hand that grasped my neck stopped me.

"Heeeeehhh? What does Shrimpy think they're doing right now?" A similar sounding high-pitch voice echoes next to my ear, "It won't be that easy to escape, ya'know."

"Everything comes with consequences, dear Prefect." Both twins stood on each side of me, just like back at the cafeteria. But with more sinister reasons.

"N-no.. wait.. you have to be joking." It took all my strength to muster out that sentence. In disbelief, I looked up at Y/n.

"Maybe you should've considered your actions before. Oh well, I can't help you now." Y/n grinned. She looked almost insane with how her smile was growing second by second.

The most scariest thing is how different she turned out to be. The Y/n I knew wouldn't have hurt a fly. But as people grow older, they start becoming someone way more different than the person that used to play in mud, chase butterflies, play with water, and make flower crowns.

"If you think you could hurt Angelfish, and get away with it.. You're dead wrong, Shrimpy."

I'm miss sugar pink.

Liquor, liquor lips

Hit me with your sweet love,

steal me with a kiss

"P-please believe me, i-i.. didn't do anything wrong!" I slowly start crawling away from those two, those three.

As I did so, tears started bleeding out my eyes, just like what was happening to my heart right at this moment.

"Oh, but you did? I don't understand how hard it is to just accept your wrongdoings and pay it back." Jade breathes, disappointed.

"I-I-I'm sorry, I apologize... I crossed a line that wasn't mine.!"

I could barely see the growing scowls on both twins' faces with my blurry eyesight.

It seemed like they were waiting for a call.

"I don't forgive you."

I'm gonna be your bubblegum bitch.

Bonus:

"Now that we've completed our side of the contract, it is your turn to complete yours, Y/n-san." Jade turned to me.

I smile and nodded. I wiped away the small glop of blood on my cheek with my handkerchief. "Thank you, both of you."

"C'moooon, Angelfish! If you really want to thank us, fulfilling your side of the contract wouldn't be that hard." Floyd grabbed me by my arms, and used enough force to make me fall into his chest

"Yes, we do deserve a reward from all our hard work." Jade let out a deep chuckle, slowly walking towards me.

"Please, go ahead. Y/n-san."

Both twins crouched to my height, expectingly.

Smooch ♡

Lowkey disappointed in this one.... But fuck it. I have many other chances to feed y'all better food. Y'all can get a taste of this trashy one!

#jade leech #floyd leech #twisted wonderland #floyd leech x reader #jade leech x reader #jade leech x reader x floyd leech #twst #Yuu #my love for these two brothers is infinity #trashy

[jankwritten]

Jason Grace who finally has enough and turns around and snaps at the people who poke and prod at him about being perfect. His team loses ten seconds in a race because someone tripped and fell and they stopped to help, and someone on one of the lower-ranking teams makes an offhanded comment about how Jason probably wished they hadn't wasted the time and they kinda nudge him like he's in on the joke but he turns around and shoves them flat onto their ass instead. He kicks dirt on them. He says, "don't even begin to act like you know what's going on inside my head," through gritted teeth with a voice that's just a shade more voice than growl.

I want Jason Grace playing a secret role board game and everybody keeps joking that Jason can't possibly be the villain because he'd give himself up, that's just how perfect Jason Grace is, he can't even fake being evil for thirty minutes, haha, meanwhile Jason grips tighter and tighter to the little traitor token in his pocket and loses the game, because he got lost in making that one specific person miserable.

Camp-wide truth or dare where people keep giving Jason all the tame fetch-quest type dares like they all think he'd immediately protest to anything even slightly straying from the rules to the point that he starts targeting other people with the worst dares he can think of, asking the nastiest truths, things that go beyond petty gossip into realities. They decide to end the game early because he asked one of the Aphrodite boys if it was true he laughed while his capture the flag teammate nearly bled out last weekend.

Jason Grace who had all of his wolf traits beaten out of him by a merciless system that couldn't see who he was beyond a name, a son, a soldier, so when he bares his teeth it's not to threaten he'll physically bite yknow. Because when he snaps it's not his jaw it's his tongue you need to worry about.

Jason Grace who is a menace, and not in a good cute fun way. Jason Grace who is a bully and an asshole and he sucks and he deserves it.

#WOW i'm in a fucking mood tonight partners holy shit #pjo #jason grace #hoo #evil Jason Gracce #If you can call it that #really more chatoic neutral jason than Evil Jason #yfeel me #he's only going after the people who go after him first he's just being WAY meaner about it #i'm in a vindictive little mood because my brain is an asshole today ugh #percy: haha oh i bet you hate that your diorama is just slightly off scale bet that bothers you soooo much #jason: are you truly sure that your dad loves you? i mean really. do you look in the mirror and see someone who deserves a father's love? #percy: #FUCK now I wish I remembered who made that post earlier about Jason and Percy having a more irked relationship #like they DOn'T like one another but they're still making out about it you know #yeah that's this Jason #but also of course this Jason has a soft spot for Nico still because Nico has never once pressed those ideals onto him #Jason will slash someone's throat open with pointed words and then turn and snuggle his cheek against Nico's hair immediately after #help my jason grace and my kent parson are bleeding into one another #oh man. oh fucking man this just gave me SUCH an idea for hockey au....

[valyalyon]

April 9, 2028

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CW: domestic violence, argument between a couple, verbal and physical abuse. Mentions of Catholic religion. Dub con smut, jealousy + anger issues. MDNI. 2.8K words.

Another year around the sun for Raphael. Since the birth of Eden, he had really been on top of being a better father and husband.

We spent the last year just trying our best as parents and working on our relationship as a couple. I felt so confident and happy, lately, but I worried that something would go wrong.

Call it me catastrophizing, but I could never feel safe with Raphael. There just was always going to be something going wrong.

For his 29th birthday, I hosted a party as per usual at our home. Half way through the party, Julius asked to put his son to bed while celebrations continued, and I agreed since I had to get my kids to bed as well.

Julius carried his son and I brought my kids, carrying Eden in my arms. I had space in the nursery and we put everyone to bed there together.

It was after everyone was passed out in their beds that the door opened and Raphael walked inside. Julius and I weren’t anywhere near each other but we were alone in the same room and Raphael was wasted.

“Julius, leave the room,” he commented, his voice slightly annoyed.

Julius checked to make sure Anthony was still resting soundly, and then turned to leave. I don’t blame Julius for leaving that day. He was used to Raphael’s anger but had never seen it escalate beyond shouting and restraining.

He also must not have thought that Raphael would hurt me around the children. I think I thought the same thing.

Once Julius was out of the room though, Raphael turned his enraged expression to me, “why were you alone with him?”

“We were putting all the babies to sleep,” I explained, innocently, but turned my face away from his because his breath reeked of liquor.

Why would he drink like this?

He grabbed my cheeks with one hand and forced me to look into his eyes. His voice was deep and mean, “I’ll put them to sleep… you don’t spend time with him! Ever.”

“Why do you invite him over if you’re going to attack me for breathing near him?” I asked him, hotly, my voice shaky.

“You and him are the ones that always decide to interact with each other knowing that I can’t stand to see it, because you’re mine,” was what Raphael said in a hiss.

I definitely can’t help but argue with him. I do this to myself sometimes.

“I was his first,” I explained, expecting a reaction of anger but…

He gave me one good smack across the face. It hurt, and I felt my skin burn to the touch, “You are mine now, and will be mine forever. Next time you bring up being his, I’m going to knock your teeth out.”

With that, he pushed me onto the floor by the grip he had on my face. Luckily, I didn’t hit anything or alert the babies. He walked out of the room as I tried to get back up.

There was a party outside and I wanted to cry. I was just expected by him to stand back up and follow him. To perform for his family and our friends. I’m dizzy, but I know that I can’t ever disappoint him.

So I get off my ass.

I go to the bathroom and add a touch of foundation to mute out the color of my skin. Then I join the party again.

It lasted until around 10. Somehow, most of the mess was cleaned throughout the party so I had nothing to clean up after everyone had left.

It had been a long time since Raphael drank in excess, but this would be the start of a year long battle with alcohol addiction.

He had drank so much during the party, ultimately drinking enough alcohol that he had gotten belligerent. Now that everyone was gone, he took it out on me.

“You do this every time,” he started. His black hair was unkempt, his dark eyes were lit with some kind of fire. That Aries man never knew how to stop.

He saw me as his Venus, his Aphrodite. He saw himself as Ares, Mars, that burning God in the sky. All that ever played on his mind was creating a perfect life with me.

Is this perfect, though? Fighting after a party in the living room while our children sleep upstairs?

Not to mention, he had just earlier hit me for the first time out of anger. I didn’t recognize his behavior, it was too extreme. I loved him, though.

That was all I kept reminding myself of, and I spoke, “I didn’t do anything, Raphael… Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’m only looking at you the way you deserve. I treat you like a Goddess for a year, and the moment it’s MY PARTY? You disappear into another room with Julius?” He’s seething and approaching me.

I back up from him, plopping myself down on the sofa and staring up at him fearfully. He’s so much bigger than I am, and he’s so scary when he gets like this. I’ve seen him half as bad as this before, he’s willing to hit me now!

I’m shaking on the couch, and my eyes swell with tears, normally this would calm him down but I wasn’t trying to guilt him into that.

“Don’t you FUCKING GUILT ME!” He didn’t calm down though. He got angrier. His voice got louder, he bent closer to me on the couch until our faces were nose to nose.

He held me by the back of the neck and spoke to me in a more restrained tone for a second, “don’t fucking cry, I swear to God.”

My lip trembled, my vision blurring as I looked into his dark eyes. My heart sunk, he was so angry… I could feel it, his skin was on fire. The hand that clutched the back of my neck was heating me alive.

My skin felt like it’d have a burn left behind from where his fingers were clutching.

I didn’t know that I had started to cry, until he started to slap me across the face, his voice echoing, “fuck! Just do one thing for me, one fucking thing and I swear I won’t hit you?”

He’s holding me again by the hair, and his voice is trembling with rage, “Wipe your tears!”

I’m being pulled off the couch by his hand pulling my hair, he’s towering over me again and the world is spiraling out. I reach my hands up, trying to get my mind in order.

I wiped off my tears with trembling hands.

“Tell me when your face is dry,” he demanded, very annoyed but still waiting.

I felt so grateful for his kind gesture, as long as I didn’t cry he wouldn’t hit me. Oh, how lucky was I? I thought. As if I couldn’t perform a powerful argument while in tears.

People were just afraid of tears and I have particular trigger situations that will make me cry immediately like being hit. So you’re telling me I don’t know how to defend myself while in tears to someone I love?

No — the problem: Raphael is afraid of my tears. He sees it as the reality of his brutality, and it hurts him.

I feared I’d still cry, but then I knew he would hit me if I did. He was that mad. So I stiffened up my chin, “my face is dry.”

He lifted my head up with the fistful of hair and sat me on the couch on my knees in a prayer position. He treated me like his doll in moments like these. I wasn’t real or human to him when he was drunk.

“Why did you spend any time alone with Julius, why would you make me look bad?” Raphael asked. His voice was as calm as it could be for the situation.

“He had to put his son to sleep but wanted to hang out with you for a while longer. I needed to put Theo, Leon, and Eden down to sleep because it was bed time,” I attempted to explain. It was really that simple, no ulterior motives.

“You don’t think you should have told me? So that I could have put them to sleep if he was needing help,” he expressed back, his arm tightening on her shoulder, “like come on… you look so bad in this situation.”

“You’re hurting me and you promised not to if I didn’t cry,” I protested, pulling back slightly against him.

He pushed my shoulder back into place and made me look at him again, his voice was meaner, “I didn’t promise not to hurt you. I said I wouldn’t hit you. I’m not hitting you.”

His grip tightened on my shoulder, and I tried to wiggle out of his grasp. He wasn’t budging. I stayed in place, staring up at him, “Raphael, you were drunk. I was not about to give you three babies to put to bed.”

“Are you trying to say I’m a bad dad?” was his furious response.

“It was your party! I wanted you to have fun,” I defended myself.

Raphael’s eyebrows were furrowed in rage, “You just wanted to be alone with him, admit it.”

I groaned out of annoyance, and rolled my eyes, “I am happy with you, I don’t need him. At least I was happy with you.”

Raphael got in my face again and said, “You were? So now you do need him?”

“No,” I responded annoyed.

“Take off your clothes,” his voice was demanding but he stepped away so I could do it.

I took off my top first, and my breasts were exposed to him. Then, I peeled off my skirt and looked at him. I sat there in my panties, my eyes meeting his, “is this what you wanted?”

“Almost,” he moved forward, “spread your legs.”

I did. I watched him as he moved, wondering if we could survive through the storms that seemed to be ahead. He moved down, and latched his hands to either side of the panties.

He removed them slowly, letting the satin material drag against my skin.

I held my breath and watched him pull it off my legs, then he pressed it to his nose. He smelled where my pussy had been, smelling the ever familiar scent of his fire-native lover.

I watched him, before asking, “does that prove that I didn’t do anything?”

He set the panties down on the coffee table and then started to eat me out on the couch. His tongue started around my clit and gradually moved down, swirling into my vagina and slipping a finger in with it.

I was moaning and holding onto his hair. He ate me out for maybe five minutes, before he said, “you definitely taste suspicious. I’ll have to do more research.”

With that, he stood up and moved me back into a sitting position. Upright now, he placed his hand on my shoulder again and questioned me again, “you positive you didn’t go to another room with Julius for sexual reasons?”

Exasperated, and tired of him holding me down, I shoved him away and stood up off the couch. I walked away from him but he grabbed my arm, tight grip on my wrist.

“Let go of me,” I told him, tugging my arm but that only brought him closer.

“Never. Never,” he repeated, pulling me towards the kitchen table and laying me flat on it.

Trying to complain, I spoke up, “you can’t just fuck me when you’re acting like I did something wrong.”

“Why can’t I?” His voice sounded curious, but he wasn’t interested in stopping. His fingers slipped into my pussy from behind.

“You… fuck, Raphael…” I moaned as I felt my body giving into my husband’s greedy touch.

“No, explain, Lola… Didn’t you marry me?” He asked, his fingers speeding up as he added a third digit to my pussy.

“I did,” I managed to moan out, my legs shaking.

“So that makes you my wife… that makes this my body, this is my pussy… you’re my property, Lola. Do you understand that?” He doubled down on his campaign against my body.

I shook, I wanted to think that he didn’t really believe the bad things he said. The problem with Raphael was that he was a devout Catholic but in the traditionalist sense. He believed very much that women were the subservient creation to her husband.

I wondered in that moment if our love was a lost cause.

He unbuckled his belt. I heard the familiar sound of him unzipping his pants. My ass trembled against his hand, just as he pulls away. He replaces the hand with his cock. The tip is at my entrance, begging to feel me.

I don’t know why — but every time, my brain melts. He has a way with his body, with his personality… He drives me insane, but I can’t stop loving him and loving this mess he puts me in.

“Then? Can I fuck my wife or not?” He asked the air.

My head just nodded, without a thought in the world. My lower body pressed against his cock, “yes, Raphael… Just do it, already.”

Raphael pressed his tip in slowly, and then further and further until he was all the way in me. My walls expanded to take him in, then I clutched his cock with all my strength.

He groaned as he began a steady rhythm of thrusts. He sped up, and when he did the fire between the two of us just seemed to get hotter. I pushed up against every thrust he had for me, my moans choked behind my hand.

Raphael was a menace, he was everything that was cursed and bad in this world. But, he worked hard, he loved me harder, and he taught our sons independence, our daughter freedom.

He’s toxic. He’s terrible for me.

I can’t leave him.

I won’t leave him.

Every thrust just solidifies, he’s mine, I’m his. I can’t escape. No matter what I do. I need him. I feel him… he hits my cervix, I cry and bite myself.

He grabs onto my hair, a fistful and yanks it all back. I’m always surprised with how he does it, seeing as my long hair is pretty curly. The point is, his hands are massive. Maybe that’s why.

I moan and cry through the bitten hand, then his hand slaps mine out of the way. He covers my mouth himself, his grip tight against my face. His thrusts intensify, I’m moaning loud into his palm.

He’s always so good at taking care of me. He knows just what to do… I can feel his balls hitting my clit. I’m falling into a screaming orgasm.

Thank God for my Husband’s hand.

My pussy is twitching against his cock, but he hasn’t ceased. His pace is only quickened. His eyes are furious, and he flips me over on the table so that I would be facing him.

I wrap my legs around his hips, and our lips smash together. The heat is spreading into our bones. Both of us were burning to the touch. Like we’d spent all day out in the sun, and she left us both gold and molten.

I feel myself orgasming again. My muscles begin to clench around his cock, his cock is throbbing and hot from me. He groans, kissing me again as his body gives in. As I peak my orgasm, he begins to cum inside me.

He tastes like whiskey, all too much of it. I’m lost in him.

I think I’m stable enough. All the drinking and the drugging and the black and the red…

I cry against his kisses, trembling and rocking my hips. I want every drop of him inside of me. I can’t get enough of him and I never know why.

He must have pumped out four or five times, but he filled me up a significant amount. It was red hot and felt so good inside me. I was trembling on the table, desperately needing more from him.

I was a sex addict whenever it came to a man I was in love with. Especially if he finished inside of me, I was weak and just craved all the sex.

Raphael was too drunk to think of anything other than being mad at me or fucking me. I just fought against him if he started it, and gave into the sex after just a few minutes.

Hope everyone enjoyed this one... Dolores and Raphael are a lot of fun to write for. I've been having a shit time mentally though, so my writing speed definitely feels like its suffering. Hoping my quality isn't, though. Song references below!

SONG REFERENCES We Were The Same by Matt Maeson

#tw dv #bully #dub con #dead dove do not eat #jealousy #possessive love #argument #lyondie #bluestlyon #dark romance #smut #writeblr #booklr #original story #creative writing

[drasticbookishsoda]

Ok gonna rearticulate this now that I a) re-read the waterland section of TLT real quick and b) have thought about it for a few seconds.

I still don't like the changes to waterland.

1) there's no scarf of Aphrodite, which is a very huge bummer for later, becuase now what's gonna make Percy be all weird when he goes to the attic and sees Annabeth filed it away as a trophy?

2) why is Percy always wet? Like...c'mon now. Thats his whole thing, he doesn't get wet unless he wants to. Kinda seems like it's getting set up to be the opposite, which is irksome

3) Why is Hephaestus here? Why is Hermes gonna be in Vegas? Why are the gods so present????? Thats...thats the whole thing? The point? Ares is only here because he's *spoilers* possessed. The rest of them don't start playing along until Percy sasses them at the end of TLT

4) Are we trying to establish that Annabeth is a hero/protagonist in her own right here or not? Because it seems like they're trying to give her more, but its really kinda felt more like the show is pulling her back. Prime example: in the book she saves their asses from the smashing boats with lightning fast physics and Percy would've gotten them killed. In the show he saves her ass and then they only get out of it because Hephaestus, who again, shouldn't even be here, let's them go after she just sorta prods at some gears and gets stumped because it magic.

I guess maybe they're trying to focus on her emotional development, but that had already been done just fine the first time around. They really didn't have to tweak it this hard. It feels like she's losing a lot along the way, and I'm not really seeing that it's worth it.

I'm really not even sure what these changes are trying to do. I get some- leaving Grover behind with Ares gives us a vehicle for exposition that we had gotten through Percy's thoughts. Great. We don't need to waste time getting from St. Louis to Denver, fine, it literally doesn't matter where Waterland is. Awesome.

But now we're in a death by a thousand cuts thing here, and it's getting worse not better. I'm losing faith that this thing is gonna stick the landing truthfully. The only thing holding it all together for me is that Leah and Walker really do have some mad Percabeth chemistry and I'm so obsessed with that dynamic that it's working enough to keep me here, but man...I'm sitting at a firm 50/50 now and the preview does not inspire confidence

#percy jackon and the olympians #pjo tv show #pjo tv spoilers #pjo

[greekabooo]

Hi, I made a playlist based on Mozart's love life. Why? BECAUSE 👏WHY👏NOT👏. And I'm gonna explain every single song in this post, because damnit I need a void that I can scream my opinions into.

Strap in, this is a long one.

Cake By The Ocean by DNCE

Talk to me, baby

I'm goin' blind from this sweet-sweet cravin', whoa-oh

Let's lose our minds and go fuckin' crazy

I-I-I-I-I-I keep on hopin' we'll eat cake by the ocean

Mozart was a bit of a party animal. Maybe not as much as Hollywood would like you to think, but he did know how to liven a room up. And he was a massive flirt. In a letter to his father, he wrote, "If I were obliged to marry all the girls with whom I've jested, I should have at least 200 wives."

In other words, he was an attention seeking whore.

Talk Dirty by Jason Derulo ft. 2 Chainz

Been around the world, don't speak the language (uh-huh)

But your booty don't need explaining (uh-huh)

All I really need to understand is (uh-huh)

When you, you talk dirty to me

Let's move on to Mozart's first romantic partner

His cousin!

Ever heard of Mozart's potty mouth and his dirty letters? Many of them were directed to his cousin, Maria Anna Thekla Mozart. Some even got a bit sexual, to the point where I question my life choices as to why I'm reading them 😀

High Enough by K.Flay (male version)

I used to like liquor to get me inspired

But you look so beautiful, my new supplier

I used to like smoking to stop all the thinking

But I found a different buzz

Of course, Mozart wanted more than just having fun on the side. He wanted an actual relationship. So when he met the extremely talented and beautiful soprano, Aloysia Weber, he fell head over heels with her like the himbo he was. He then dedicated himself to being her music teacher for the next few years.

Beggin by Måneskin

I need you to understand

Tried so hard to be your man

The kind of man you want in the end

Only then can I begin to live again

Now we don't know for sure if Aloysia truly loved Mozart. If she was interested in him or she just saw him as a friend, a music coach, or a one-way ticket to fame. Information is scarce and there's not a lot of letters present.

My edgy bitch ass self likes to think it was a one-sided relationship. With Mozart secretly (prolly not secretly cos this himbo won't know the word "subtle" even if it hit him on the head) trying to woo Aloysia and her just not having it.

Alrighty Aphrodite by Peach Pit

If I'd known you sold on maybe

I'd've let you waste another guy

Well, alrighty, Aphrodite

Go whip that red for other eyes

But then, something tragic happened to our boi Mozart. He parted with Aloysia for some time to go to Paris on the commands of his father. But whoops, Mozart's mom hit the bucket and Mozart travelled back to Salzburg with a heavy heart and an empty pocket. (Since he didn't do well financially in Paris)

On his way back in Mannheim, he's reunited with Aloysia! But guess what, she's already married to another guy! And to pour a bucket of saltwater on the wound, she pretended to no longer know him and possibly even laughed AT him!

Mozart was furious and accordingly, he sat down at the piano and sang in a loud voice "The one who doesn’t want me can lick my arse.”

Stay tuned for the next episode of the Bachlorette.

Je Dors Sur Des Roses by Mozart l'opéra rock

Je dors sur des roses

Qui signent ma croix

La douleur s'impose

Mais je n'ose pas

Manquer de toi

I sleep on roses

who sign my cross

The pain imposes itself

But I dare not

miss you

After the angry heartbreak however, will always come the sad emo phase. Mozart be living that "5 stages of grief" life and he's gonna sing it in a french ballad because damnit, he's constipated with emotions.

Cornerstone by Artic Monkeys

I saw your sister in the Cornerstone

On the phone to the middle man

When I saw that she was on her own

I thought she might understand

After Mozart unceremoniously got fired from his job in Salzburg, (that's a whole other story) he went to Vienna and moved back in with the Webers. Which I don't get because his ex is literally 3 feet away from him but go off I guess. But this time, it's not Aloysia that catches his attention, it's Constanze! Her younger sister!

As if this situation can't get even more awkward. Mozart, what the actual fu-

I'd like to imagine that Mozart was drinking his sorrows away and going back to his old habits of partying all night long. Before he met Constanze and soon found a lifelong friend...

This Side of Paradise by Coyote Theory

Lonely (are you lonely?)

Passion is crashing as we speak

You seem so lonely (are you lonely?)

You're the ground my feet won't reach

So if you're lonely, darling you're glowing

If you're lonely, come be lonely with me

Ok this is where it gets a bit headcanon-y. Constanze was the middle child of her family, and middle children are lonely bitches.

(This is a joke, pls don't come for me 🙃)

You know who else is lonely and is need of a friend who isn't dead or abandoned? Mozart! So maybe, these two dorks bonded over their mutual loneliness and eventually, they started dating.

Send Them Off! by Bastille

Desdemona, won't you liberate me?

When I'm haunted by your ancient history

Close these green eyes and watch over as I sleep

Through my darkest of dreams

But uh oh! Trouble's at sea and it's jealousy! The couple broke up for a while when Mozart found out Constanze permitted another man to measure her calves in a parlor game. In other words, she showed her knees??!! IN THIS CHRISTIAN HOUSEHOLD.

This song is based on Shakespeare's play, "Othello" and how Othello thinks his wife, Desdemona is cheating on him. He refers to jealousy as a "green-eyed monster". And fun fact, Mozart actually read Shakespeare and it's been speculated that the former might have drawn inspiration from some of the plays in his operas.

So yes, even though Mozart's a scat loving party going freak, he's going to be cultured doing it.

Make You Mine by PUBLIC

Well, I have called you darlin' and I'll say it again, again

So kiss me 'til I'm sorry, babe, that you are gone and I'm a mess

And I'll hurt you and you'll hurt me and we'll say things we can't repeat

Some time later, Mozart and Constanze reconciled and agreed to move on from this incident. Because petty fights aren't worth jeopardising a relationship and these two braincells actually love each other.

I Hear A Symphony by Cody Fry

I used to hear a simple song

That was until you came along

You took my broken melody

And now I hear a symphony

Just like any good heteronormative couple in the 18th century, they eventually got married! And what better song to end off this playlist is one with a full on orchestral accompaniment in it. I mean come on, we're talking bout Mozart. He's what a lot of people think of when they hear classical music.

(Art cred in description of video)

#classical music #classical composers #mozart #pov #pov music #playlist #dnce #jason derulo #k. flay #måneskin #peach pit #mozart l'opera rock #artic monkeys #coyote theory #bastille #public the band #cody fry

[romans-art]

couldn’t not draw this

#aphrodite #ares #xena warrior princess #xwp #WASTE HIS ASS APHRODITE

[jamesbuchananxsteviegrant]

[AU, SMUT] What Are You? | Bucky x Steve x Reader

Category: AU, Smut (Mandatory) Age: 18+ Trigger Warnings: Mafia themes, derogatory language, intercourse Ship: Steve x Bucky x Reader Summary: Steve and Bucky Are Planning Some Work With a Client, But What Happens When That Client Doesn't Respect Their Girl? Request: N/A Contains Spoilers for: N/A Word Count: 2.6k

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Almost everyone knew - there was no doubt about that. Everyone should’ve known, at least, but those who didn’t pay enough attention… sorry for them.

Everyone who heard the sound of the heels clacking against the marble flooring would straighten themselves up as if the sound was coming from the men themselves.

Which men? Oh, which men indeed.

That’s not to say that the woman couldn’t have any kind of friendships with any of the men in the building - she does need a little bit of platonic fun here and there.

“Slow down, Aphrodite, you might chip the flooring.” A mocking voice calls from behind her. Despite it being from a familiar face, the other men still stiffen as if they were the ones doing wrong.

“You might shatter the mirrors if you look in them for any longer.” The woman retorts as she attempts to hide the grin that forms at her own comeback.

The man, however, doesn’t even try to hide his smile as he turns his strides into a jog to catch up with her.

“How do you even know how often I stare in the mirror? You spying on me?” Sam asks, the pair glancing at each other and both now smiling.

“So you admit that you stare at the mirror, and not just look at it?” The woman tactically avoids his question with her own retort.

Sam’s laugh echoes through the corridor they’re walking through. It’s quite spectacular really - some would mistake it for being a palace. A place where only the good-willed people reside. Almost a shame that it’s full of the likes of James ‘Bucky’ Barnes and Steve Rogers - the two men who own just about all the power there is in New York, let alone Manhattan.

“You know they’re not done yet, right?” The man quizzes, a content smile still on his lips as his hands rest in the front pockets of his black trousers.

The woman doesn’t respond, simply nods.

Sam catches it out the corner of his eye and simply shakes his head.

“You have a habit of interrupting their meetings.”

“And you have a habit of saying things that might get you killed one day.” (Y/N) answers, but her gentle smile admits that that’s not entirely true.

Her attire consists of a loose but very fitting crimson dress that sits mid-thigh, along with the matching red heels that are buckled around her ankles. A simple silver chain around her neck that has two small, but very expensive, black and red diamonds resting in the centre of her collarbone.

“Tell Steve that his car’s being valeted if he needs it anytime soon.” The man comments as he turns off down another corridor, different to (Y/N)’s route.

She simply nods again.

Why is it that she’s heading toward her husbands’ meeting? Because she’s interested in seeing how it will end. The man who has been persisting to speak with Steve and Bucky for the last sixteen months is desperate, to say the least. He wants investment in their three hotels that are situated across NYC, in Queens, Brooklyn and Manhattan.

She was the one who decided on where those hotels would be built, so she wants to see the man, John Walker, crumble as her partners’ pretend they care, only to tell him no.

It might seem like a waste of time but in reality, it’s to see how the man deals with hearing the word no, and whether Bucky and Steve need to deal with him.

“Ma’am.” Christopher greets as (Y/N) approaches the door of the conference room that her men are in.

“Chris.” She responds, nodding her head as he opens the door for her. “How’s it going, gentlemen?” The woman adds as she casually struts into the room, grabbing everyone's attention.

There’s a moment of silence as everyone turns to look at the woman who’s interrupted their meeting. Steve and Bucky simply smile as they take a moment to admire their wife.

“Excuse me?” John is the first to speak up and everyone’s attention turns to him, including (Y/N), who doesn’t seem phased by his evident frustration.

“You’re excused.” Her response is simple but ignites a spark inside of the man.

“Do you usually let whores just stroll around and cause inconvenience in their wake, gentlemen?” He asks, but his eyes remain on (Y/N).

The woman’s eyebrows raise, and a surprised but impressed smile etches its way onto her face. She says nothing. John stares at her with a quirked brow, waiting for a response from the two men his question was directed to, so obliviously aware of the fearful stares he’s now getting from everyone else in the room.

Bucky and Steve’s heads turned very slowly, in sync, back toward their guest, their smiles now distorted into that of pure fury.

“Would you like to say that again?” Steve speaks up first, John now turning his head toward the boss in curiosity of his sudden change of voice.

That’s when the man notices all the stares on him. His eyebrows furrow as he acknowledges everyone’s expression. His eyes flick from the other men in the room to Bucky and Steve, to (Y/N), and back to the two leaders.

He gulps.

“I said: Say. It. Again.” Steve enunciates.

“Come here, doll,” Bucky speaks up also, his eyes flicking from John to (Y/N) for a brief moment, his arm opening up and inviting the woman to situate herself on his knee.

The woman obliges, striding over to her husbands and letting the brunet’s arm wrap around her as she sits.

John’s eyes haven’t left Steve’s, too mortified to even blink, but he catches the action of Bucky and (Y/N).

Steve’s eyebrow quirks, reminding his guest that he’s waiting. And Steve hates waiting.

“I didn’t mean- I didn’t know she was- gentlemen, please, look, this is all a big misunderstanding, I just-”

“Called our woman a whore and an inconvenience.” Bucky finishes his sentence, his expression just as murderous as Steve’s, despite the soothing actions of his hand stroking his wife’s waist.

“I didn’t know she was your-”

“And you think that excuses it?” Steve interrogates. “You think calling any woman a whore is acceptable? An inconvenience?”

John gulps and the sound echoes in the room. His eyes flicker away from Steve’s for a moment to the woman herself, intentionally or not, but his eyes drop to the prominent cleavage on display.

Bucky smirks at the action that most definitely didn’t go unnoticed by himself.

“Sweetheart,” Steve begins, John’s attention darting straight back to the blond’s once more. (Y/N) hums in response. “Who do you belong to?”

(Y/N) bites her lip, core throbbing at the obvious dominance and possession of the two men.

“You and James.” She whispers, Bucky’s hand gripping her waist tightly at the use of his birth name.

The sweat glistening on John’s forehead is clear as day.

Knowing what’ll get everyone in the room riled up even moreso, (Y/N) turns herself around so she’s facing Bucky, sat on his lap, legs on either side of his body. Everyone else in the room keeps their eyes firmly locked on the glass table or the white ceiling.

A pleasant hum resonates from the brunet’s throat, his hands naturally adjusting to rest on her hips.

The moment John’s eyes flicker to (Y/N) once more and then drift down her back, a gun is cocked and metal is pressed firmly against the back of the man’s head.

The woman goes to turn her head around to see what’s happened but Bucky’s lips locking with hers prevents that from happening. She whimpers against his mouth and he absolutely adores it.

“Bend over this table for me, doll.” The man murmurs. “Let’s show Mister Walker what a proper whore looks like.”

The excitement that sparkles in his wife’s eyes makes his cock throb between his legs.

“Yes, sir.”

The pet name makes both men throb.

The woman stands up and turns herself around, making sure every sway of her hips is a show to be watched. Her eyes lock with none other than their security lead, Tony Stark, who’s holding the gun up to Walker’s head, as she bends herself over the table, dress drooping at the front to display her cleavage.

Tony’s eyes don’t even flicker away from her own. The staff in this building know better than to try and indulge in what is rightfully Bucky and Steve’s. John, however, sees this as a prime opportunity to stare at what he believes he’s being offered, his trousers getting tighter.

(Y/N) sees it. She finds is humorous.

Bucky’s hands slide their way up the backs of his wife’s bare thighs, pushing up the crimson material as he reaches it.

Her eyes flutter shut and lips part in satisfaction at the feeling.

“Tell us what you want, doll.” Bucky mumbles, sitting the bottom of her dress at the base of her back, grinning at her lack of underwear.

“Touch me.”

The explicit word that escapes John’s lips are heard clear as day and he knows it, face once again panicking as he looks back at Steve, whose expression still hasn’t changed.

“Where do you want me to touch you, princess?” James continues, not paying an ounce of attention to anyone else in the room right now besides his missus.

His fingers stroke the top of her inner thighs, seeing her soaking wet core already dripping down them.

“Want you to touch my pussy.” (Y/N) breathes, eyes flitting open barely a millimetre.

James presses soft kisses on his wife’s ass before sliding his middle and ring finger lightly over her slit. The action gets a mewl out of her.

Fifteen men in this room in total, only two of them can touch this woman yet all fifteen are dreaming about it.

“Move.” Steve states, prompting John to widen his eyes once more, but this time the words aren’t directed at him.

Bucky grins and obliges, removing his hands from his girl and stands up.

(Y/N)’s eyes open fully this time as she whines in complaint at the loss of contact, but a large smack on her ass distorts her whine into a large gasp.

“You’ll get what’s coming to you, sweetheart.” Steve states, manoeuvring himself so he’s stood directly behind his wife, Bucky casually pulling his own gun out of his inner blazer pocket and wiping it down with his hands.

John’s face stays facing Steve, but his eyes follow Bucky as the brunet moves behind him and out of his sight.

Tony takes the sign to back away and let his boss take over from here.

Steve has no shame as he unbuckles his belt, undoes his trousers and pulls out his rock-hard cock, stroking it with his hand a few times while his other hand returns to Bucky’s previous actions.

“You see that?” Bucky whispers in John’s ears, prompting the man to gasp and jump in his seat. He gulps again but remains silent. “I asked you a question.”

The man frantically nods, fearful for his life, and absolutely humiliated.

“You’re so wet, baby,” Steve murmurs, leaning down and moving her hair aside, kissing the back of her neck.

Before the woman can even respond, her husband thrusts himself inside of her in one go, (Y/N)’s back arching and moaning so loud that Christopher can probably hear outside the door, and Steve’s head being thrown back, his own moan equally loud.

Bucky almost loses his composure if it wasn’t for the fact that he knew not to falter when making sure a man like John Walker was wanting his woman.

“Fuck…” Walker whispers, lips parted as he stares at the woman in front of him being railed by none other than Steven Rogers.

“Keep watching because this is your death wish.” Bucky whispers, John’s eyes widening. “Does she look good?”

John nods his head almost desperately.

Her moans only get faster and louder as Steve fucks her.

“Remind him what you are, sweetheart?” The blond groans, grabbing the woman’s hair and pulling her head back so she’s more or less face-to-face with Walker alongside her other husband.

“A whore.” (Y/N) practically begs.

“Louder.” Steve demands.

“A whore!”

“I said: fucking louder!”

“A WHORE! I’m your whore, sir!” She screams, John losing it and standing up to lean forwards but a gunshot firing beside his head makes him stumble back down to his seat.

(Y/N) flinches are the known noise but settles quickly as Bucky strokes her face with the hand that’s not holding the freshly-fired weapon.

“Don’t you fucking dare move an inch toward our wife.” Bucky threatens to the man he’s leaning over.

John gulps but nods, not taking his eyes off (Y/N).

“Is she inconvenient now, Walker?” Steve asks, glaring daggers at the man. He only shakes his head, eyes only meeting Steve’s for a split second. “No?” He breathes. “Then what is she?”

The guest falls speechless, shaking his head as his eyes flicker between Steve and (Y/N).

“Hot as fuck.” He whispers, Bucky growling in his ear.

“Fuck!” (Y/N) cries out, desperate eyes staring at Bucky’s, who smirks at her state.

“Think our girl wants to cum, Steve.” He comments, John panting in his seat.

“Yeah? You wanna show this scum what a good girl you are for us, baby girl?” Steve grunts, not slowing down but rather speeding up as he too reaches his peak.

The woman’s head nods in desperation, face flushed as her eyes flicker across all men in the room, including Tony’s, who simply winks at her before removing his stare.

“Say it, doll.” Bucky demands.

“I wanna cum.” (Y/N) gasps, watching her brunet lover shake his head.

“Gonna have to do better than that, doll.”

“Please,” She begs. “Please, daddy. Sir. Please, let me cum!” Her voice screams, Steve grunting in response to the feeling of her squeezing his cock, milking him for all his worth.

“Cum, baby girl.” He permits. “Cum like the whore you are.”

And how she does.

Her scream could shatter glass, Christopher would be concerned if he hadn’t already established the differences between the woman’s fearful screams and her pleasure-filled ones.

Taking full advantage of Bucky’s distraction, John leaps forward to get a taste of the woman who’s almost passing out from the pleasure, but that’s the last move he makes as a bullet is shot through his back, knocking him down onto the table.

Tony doesn’t seem phased as he shakes the smoke from his gun, settling it back into his pocket.

Making sure the woman doesn’t collapse atop the, now dead, man on the table, Bucky holds her up while Steve sorts himself out before pulling her back across the table and into his lap.

“You okay, sweetheart?” The blond whispers, smoothing the hair out of her face.

(Y/N) nods but keeps her eyes shut as she rests against her husband’s chest.

“Words, baby.” He requests.

“M’okay.”

“That’s my girl.”

Two of the security men alongside Tony head over and remove the body from the room, Bucky asking for someone to clean up the mess whilst walking over to his two lovers.

“We okay?” The brunet murmurs, Steve smirking and nodding before both paying attention to their girl who’s still half unconscious.

“Does anyone else in the room have anything to say before we carry on?” Steve asks, everyone shaking their heads frantically. “Good, now leave.” And they do.

“You okay, baby doll?” Bucky whispers, cocooning her cheek with his hand.

The woman nods and manages to open her eyes.

“Yeah.”

“That’s our girl.”

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[theladyofdeath]

Tempting the Fates {Chapter 6}

Summary: It’s the final semester of Aelin Galathynius’ collegiate career and she is so beyond ready to be done. Her schedule is packed full of nursing classes and labs designed to test her knowledge and hone her skills for the real world and her “big girl” job. However, she needs one last elective to graduate, so she decides to study a subject she’s always been fascinated by: Mythology. Who would have thought that a class about gods and goddesses living complicated lives would end up complicating her own in such an unexpected way?

A @snelbz x @tacmc collaboration.

Word Count: 3080

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Chapters will be posted every Wednesday.

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Aphrodite

– Goddess of love, beauty, and desire

The second Aelin stepped into Rowan’s apartment, silence ensued. With the door shut behind them, Aelin felt like his apartment had significantly shrunk in size since the last time she had been there. 

Granted, everything looked the same. The blanket that was draped across his leather sectional in his living room still laid in the same spot, his television was still quietly playing a hockey game, and his laptop sat on his coffee table. Only, this time, there wasn’t a mug of coffee next to it but a nearly-empty bottle of beer. 

“So,” Aelin began, just as Rowan said, “Sorry, it’s a mess.”

Aelin blinked, looking around at his pristine apartment. “This is what you consider a mess?”

Rowan looked around before chuckling, nervously. “Yeah, well, there’s….dust.” 

Aelin nodded, slowly, continuing to look around. “Well, here’s your clothes,” she said, at last, holding out the bag.

“Thanks,” Rowan muttered, taking the bag from her outstretched hand before tossing it aside. “Do you…want a drink or something? I was just doing some grading.”

“Grading and drinking?” Aelin asked. “Quite the combination.” 

Rowan shrugged. “Only makes the shitty papers a little bit better to read.”

“Have you read mine yet?” Aelin asked, before she could think better of it. Rowan hesitated, and Aelin shook her head. “Wow, that was an inappropriate question. Sorry.” 

“No, it’s fine,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “You could have asked me that in class and I’d have answered it. I have.”

When he didn’t go on, Aelin cleared her throat awkwardly. “I’ve never taken a mythology course, so I don’t know much about it, save for what Disney taught me. Which apparently was all wrong, anyways.” She tucked a loose hair behind her ear and cleared her throat again. Maybe coming here was a bad idea. “But music, I do know a lot about, so Apollo seemed like a safe bet. Even if I’m sure I sounded stupid and-.”

“You didn’t,” he interrupted, leaning against the counter. “Your essay is the only one I’ve read that seemed like a real opinion piece, and not like you’re trying to blow smoke up my ass and impress me with your knowledge. This is an introduction class, remember? You aren’t supposed to be a scholar of mythology yet. I liked how honest it was.” 

Aelin blinked. “Really?”

Rowan nodded, his eyes remaining on hers. It made Aelin’s heart beat a little bit faster. “Yeah, it was great. I love to hear your thoughts, and I’m excited to hear more of them.”

Aelin nodded and took a deep breath. She should have turned and walked out, told him goodbye, but she couldn’t. Her feet were glued to the floor, her heart nearly ready to beat out of her chest. Her thoughts trailed to the last time she was here, when she’d met the most abundant amount of pleasure she had ever received, and left smitten and wanting more. 

From the way the light in his eyes shifted, Aelin knew that Rowan was thinking the same thing. 

“I should go,” Aelin said, quietly. 

“Yeah,” Rowan agreed.

Neither of them moved. 

“You could’ve kept the clothes,” Rowan continued, swallowing. “You didn’t have to come all the way here.”

“I thought you’d want them back,” Aelin said, even though she wasn’t really sure that she even truly believed that. 

Every second more that Rowan stared at her, and she stared back, a throbbing formed between her thighs. Rowan said, “You look better in them than I do.” 

Aelin swallowed. “I should go,” she repeated.

“Do you want to go?” Rowan asked, hardly more than a whisper.

Aelin remained where she was, watching him, her chest rising and falling, rapidly, with each heavy breath she took. 

She slowly shook her head, and before she could form an intelligible thought, Rowan was coming toward her, taking her waist into his hands, and claiming her mouth with his.

She melted into his touch, her hands diving into his hair, holding her against him. He wasted no time, lifting her and setting her on the counter behind her, and stepping between her legs. Aelin gently nibbled on his lip and he opened for her, his tongue sweeping into her mouth just as hers did the same. His hands were still sitting on her waist, but hers were less than idle.

Finding the hem of his shirt, her fingers ran over the abdomen muscles she couldn’t get out of her head. He pulled his lips from hers as a shudder wracked through him and he let out a shaking breath.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” he admitted, pulling her to the edge of the counter and grinding against her.

Aelin’s lashes fluttered as she let out a soft moan. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, either.”

His lips were on hers again, hungrily, longingly, and all conversation faded away as Aelin pulled off Rowan’s shirt and ran her hands through his messy, short silvery hair. 

Rowan muttered a curse against Aelin’s mouth, and she felt a fire ignite within her core. She wanted it. Gods, she wanted it, wanted him. She knew it was wrong, knew there were boundaries that shouldn’t be crossed, knew the schools had rules, knew employers had rules, but as his mouth trailed from her lips to her neck, just beneath her jaw, Aelin had a really, really hard time caring about any of that. 

His hands slid beneath her top, feeling cool and needy against her skin. 

“Tell me to stop and I’ll stop,” he murmured between the kisses that trailed down her neck. She knew he would, too. One word, and it was done, over.

But, despite the rules, she begged, “Don’t fucking stop.” 

That was all Rowan needed to hear. He pulled her shirt over her head, his lips immediately finding her skin again. His kisses trailed from her neck to her shoulder and he pushed the strap of her bra down. His hand did the same with the other and as soon as the straps were free, he reached behind her and unclasped it.

Dropping his head, his mouth closed around her nipple and his tongue circled the sensitive peak. Aelin’s moan was louder than she meant for it to be, but Rowan didn’t try to stifle it. Instead his hand found her breast, rolling her other nipple between his fingers.

Aelin swore, and it had Rowan moaning, muffled, palming her breast as his teeth tugged on her nipple as his free hand made its way into the back of her leggings. 

When he realized that she wore no panties, he was about to combust. 

Aelin’s hands dove into his hair and she pulled his head back. “I need you. Now.”

Rowan’s only response was finding Aelin’s mouth again with his own, and shoving his sweatpants down onto the kitchen floor. His hard length was on perfect display inside of his boxer-briefs. When Aelin palmed him, he grabbed her off of the counter and carried her into the living room, dropping her down onto the couch. Before he covered his body with hers, he yanked off her leggings and tossed them aside. 

He groaned as she continued to rub him through his underwear until he finally couldn’t take it anymore, needing to feel her skin on his. He intended to take them off, but only got as far as freeing his length before she wrapped her hand around him and stroked once, twice. His head fell into the crook of her neck and he did his best not to look like an inexperienced teenager, but he bucked his hips into her hands, groaning again.

This was all he’d been able to think of for the past few days, ever since he saw her in his classroom. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought of taking her against every free surface in the hall, as well as in his office. He didn’t have a chance to explain that to her though, as she shifted beneath him and lined him up at her entrance.

She was all slick skin and warm, soft wetness and he pushed into her. With a breathy sigh, her head fell back, eyes rolling back, and he took advantage of her attention elsewhere to look down at where they were joined. Watching as his hips rocked into hers, he breathed her name, gripping her hip and fighting the urge to press her down into the cushions with his weight.

Aelin’s hands snaked around the back of Rowan’s neck and she pulled him against her, kissing him, urgently. Rowan pulled out slowly before thrusting himself back into her, over and over and over again, relentlessly. It felt so good, so right. He kept his pace, pushing into her harder each time, until she was screaming, his name falling from her lips continuously. 

Rowan’s moan became muffled against her neck as her knees began to quiver around him. As he felt her come, he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer.

When he came, Aelin was clinging to him, still coming down from her high.

Rowan’s body fell against hers, and her body remained wrapped around his as they caught their breaths. 

She was unable to stop herself from running her fingers up and down his back, even going so far as to brush them through the short hair at the nap of his neck. There was no question what he would say after he pulled out and cleaned her up.

This was a mistake.

We shouldn’t have done that.

You need to go.

Aelin wasn’t sure which it would be or if it would be some mixture of the three. All she knew is that it would hurt.

Seeing him in class every day, knowing that this connection existed between them, aside from just sex, was going to hurt.

Pulling back, his green eyes found hers and she braced herself for him to ask her to leave.

But then he kissed her again.

“I was going to order dinner,” he said, lips still brushing hers. “If you want to stay.”

Aelin hesitated, but not because she didn’t want to stay. 

Rowan picked up on it, though. “Or, if you don’t want to…” he began, pushing himself up off of her.

Aelin shook her head and held onto him, pulling him back down on top of her. “No, it’s not that, it’s the opposite.” She laughed, quietly. “I was just…preparing myself for you to say…anything but that.”

Rowan’s eyes softened as he nodded, slowly. “So…you do want to stay, then?”

Aelin brushed his damp hair off of his forehead. “Am I allowed to stay?”

“Right now, what we’re allowed to do is the last thing on my mind,” Rowan breathed, leaning down to kiss her softly. “Right now, all I’m thinking about is ordering dinner and having you here with me.”

She nodded, smiling softly. “That sounds nice.”

“Okay,” he replied, returning her smile. “Stay here. I’ll be back.”

“Okay.”

Just as he did the last time, he returned with a warm rag, wiping her off and cleaning her up. He also returned with his shirt, the one she’d intended to return, rather than her clothes.

“I’m on the pill, by the way,” she said, glancing over at him as he pulled his own sweatpants back on.

He blinked once, as if he’d just realized they hadn’t used a condom.

And he’d come inside her.

“I…really should have asked before I just assumed.” He rubbed at the back of his neck again. “I’m sorry.”

Aelin chuckled, quietly. “Don’t worry. If I wasn’t prepared, I wouldn’t have let you inside of me to begin with.”

“Fair enough,” Rowan said, sitting next to her on the couch. “In my defense, our last…encounter is still a little fuzzy when it comes to the little details.”

When they’d been together last, there had been a lot of alcohol…and Rowan couldn’t remember if he’d used a condom then, but he couldn’t imagine that he had.

He sent up a quick thank you to the gods for the creation of birth control.

Now, he put his arm around Aelin as he pulled up the menu to a little local Mexican restaurant a block down the road. “What’re you in the mood for?”

Aelin hummed and looked through the menu as Rowan scrolled through it. “Chimichanga. And a taco. Make it two. With a side of rice. And a bowl of queso.”

Rowan gave her an amused glance as he entered all of her requests into the cart.

“What?” She asked, huffing a laugh. “You’re the reason I worked up an appetite.” 

“Fair enough,” he laughed and pressed a kiss to her temple. He ordered their food, thankful that his favorite restaurant down the road was still serving margaritas to-go, and then set his phone aside.

It was quiet for a minute and when he glanced over at Aelin, she was brushing the end of a lock of her hair over her lips.

He loosened it from her fingers and she looked over at him. “What’s on your mind?”

She shrugged. “I’m trying to figure out where we’re going from here, what we’re doing…”

She was still only wearing his shirt, her leggings and own shirt still strewn somewhere around his kitchen. He turned to face her, brushing his thumb across her cheekbone. “It’s been less than a week and I can’t get you off my mind. I’ve tried, but… I don’t want to.”

Aelin hesitated. “I feel the same way. But….your job-.”

“I’ll keep my job-.”

“And my future-.”

“I won’t ask you to do this if you don’t want to do this,” Rowan said. “I’m more than willing to keep us a secret. I just want to be with you.”

“I want to be with you, too,” Aelin breathed. “But is it really a relationship if we have to hide all the time?”

“You won’t be in school forever,” he said, taking her face into his hands. “Soon, you’ll graduate and then we won’t have to hide anymore.”

She was quiet for another moment, so he added, “You wanted to date me before you found out who I was. If you’re not interested anymore because of that, I get it—.”

“It’s not that,” she replied, leaning into his palm. “I just worry about the consequences.”

“Damn the consequences,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss her. “And we’ll be careful, to make sure nobody knows. Not a soul.”

She made a face and for a second, he got worried, but she said, “I may have gotten wine drunk on Tuesday and told my roommate. But she’s my best friend, and she wouldn’t tell anyone.”

Chuckling, he nodded. “I got whiskey drunk and told mine. So we’re even.”

That made her laugh and the sight and sound loosened the strain in his chest,

“How do we do this?” She asked, covering one of his hands with hers.

“Carefully,” he said, and kissed her, slowly. “And one day at a time.”

“I can do that,” she said, and climbed into his lap, straddling his waist.

“Me too,” he promised.

“We’ll have to lay down some ground rules,” he replied, his hands immediately finding her ass. He hadn’t forgotten she wasn’t wearing underwear. “Like minimal contact in class. We can’t seem too…familiar.”

She nodded. “That’s reasonable. And no special treatment from you. I’m still your student, whether we’re having sex or not.”

“Special treatment?” He chuckled, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, like you can’t grade my papers or exams easier because we’re sleeping together.” She was running her hands over his bare chest, following the lines of his tattoo. Her eyes met his and went wide. “Or harder. Not unless you’re willing to give extra tutor sessions.”

Rowan rolled his eyes, but leaned up, capturing her lips in a kiss. “I promise, I’ll treat you just like every other student I have. Except for the fact that we’re having sex. That is just for you.”

“So,” she mumbled, acting shy all of a sudden. Rowan thought it was adorable. “You’re saying we’re exclusive?”

Rowan’s eyes softened. “I sure as hell don’t want to be seeing anyone else.”

“Pretty sure that’s the definition of exclusive,” she said.

Rowan huffed a laugh, his fingers gripping her ass a little tighter. “Then yes, smart ass.”

Aelin’s grin widened. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

Rowan pulled her closer into him before kissing her, yet again.

He liked kissing Aelin.

He didn’t think he would ever grow tired of kissing Aelin.

“So what excuse should I give to women when they throw themselves at me?” Rowan asked. “You know, since I can’t tell anyone that you’re my girlfriend.”

She snorted. “Do women throw themselves at you often?” His raised eyebrow was enough of an answer. That and Aelin was living proof that, yes, women did throw themselves at him. Chuckling, she said, “Right. Maybe the old, generic excuse of I’m working on myself right now. Don’t really have time for a girlfriend.”

She dropped her voice an octave when she said it, doing a horrible impression of Rowan’s deep voice, but he laughed. “I guess that would work. And you’re obviously so focused on your studies, 

since it’s your last semester, that you don’t even have time to think about dating.”

“I do take my studies seriously,” Aelin said, and though her tone was stark, her eyes were playful.

“I can tell you do.” Rowan was leaning in to kiss her again when there was a knock on the front door.

They both jumped, Aelin going so far as to climb off of his lap, when Rowan realized it was their dinner.

She blushed as he went to retrieve it, grabbing two glasses for the margaritas.

“Are you going to jump every time we order food?” Rowan asked, sitting next to her with a pile of to-go boxes. He handed her a margarita.

Aelin chuckled as she took it. “Are you?”

Rowan sipped from his glass as he grinned. When he set it on the coffee table, he said, “I guess this will just take some getting used to.”

“I guess it will,” Aelin agreed, pulling her knees up on the couch as she began to flip open the boxes. “But I’m okay with that.”

Rowan leaned over to kiss her, softly, as he said, “Me too.”

#rowaelin #fanfic #snacmc ttf #rowaelin ttf #rowan #aelin #tog #modern au #college au #fanfiction #sjm #snacmc collab

[greekbros]

Broke vs Woke: The Illiad Edition

Broke:

-Blaming Paris for taking Helen after the literal goddess of love told him that he's getting that sweet sweet Spartan ass FOR THE PRICE OF DOING EXACTLY WHAT SHE SAID.

-Assuming that Hera or Athena deserved the apple more than Aphrodite.

-Assuming none of the gods assumed this war was a waste of time.

-Assuming Menelaus was the bad guy.

-That Achilles wrapped himself in a blanket burrito isn't canon.

-The parties were split between the gods equally and proportionally.

Woke:

-Blaming Eris for being a little rat bitch for causing this whole bs. Seriously bitch pulled a Maleficent and straight up decided since she wasn't invited that she was going to choose VIOLENCE.

-REALIZING THAT NOT A SINGLE GOD COULD HAVE JUST REASONED ABOUT THE APPLES BEFORE ANY OF THE ILLIAD COULD HAPPEN. Seriously I'm almost wondering if Hermes, Ares or fuk even Zeus could have at least mentioned that "maybe this is some sort of trap". But nah, shiny golden apple is far too shiny to ignore.... seriously what the fuck is Aphrodite going to do? Put the apple on a shelf of interesting items or something?

- Assuming Ares at one point had an inner monologue questioning the idea of supporting Aphrodite just to make her ship between Helen and Paris work was a good idea.

-Ares is the real victim here.

-Athena straight up decided to be Law Evil than straight up Evil towards the end meanwhile Ares was just trying to make his big tiddy not goth gf's problematic ship work.

-Menelaus wanted his fuckin wife back from a trojan twink of fucking course he's gonna be fucker pissed.

-That bit with Achilles wrapping himself in a blanket burrito is canon and should be considered part of his character development.

-Dionysus and Hermes were keeping score like some 1920's underground gambling ring with every other Gods and titans not included in war.

-Hades really is the real winner for not only getting more souls out of it but also not including himself.

#greek mythology #greek gods #hellenistic #greek myth memes #Achilles #ares #Aphrodite #dionysus #Hermes #Zeus #the illiad

[unfortunatelysirius]

Wicked Charm, What’s Your Patronus? | Remus Lupin, Marauders Era

「 ❁ 」PROMPT 「 ❁ 」

One day in Defense, Professor Boomstick offers whoever can produce a corporeal Patronus an Outstanding on the next essay as well as an out on a test. When Y/N shockingly produces a wolf Patronus, well… you can assume the rest.

「 ❁ 」AUTHOR’S NOTE 「 ❁ 」

Why did I name a guy Boomstick? Because that word is fucking hilarious to me THAT’S WHY (also this sucks ass but tbh I'm just going with the flow nowadays whatever comes out comes the f out whether it’s shit or not) and for anyone who wants to get technical, believe me i already know what u will say

      DEFENSE WAS Y/N L/N’S last class of every Friday and as of late, the only class she fervently dreaded. It was a mix of students from different Houses but dominated by Gryffindors. Three of the infamous sixth-year Gryffindor circle, James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin, were in there, each of the blokes gifted with a wand. Y/N didn’t pay them much mind at the start of the year but after a few months of mingling and getting to know her classmates, she had developed somewhat of an acquaintanceship with the boys, perhaps even a friendship. She was one of the other few Gryffindors in the room and after she particularly chewed out one of the Ravenclaws feet from the classroom for ruining her perfect attendance record (allegedly, the clumsy arse caused her a three-day sentence in the Hospital Wing) James and Sirius decided she had enough style and substance (“Marauder flair,” they called it) to invite her into their gang.

      It was as unenticing on the inside as it was from a feet-on-the-ground outsider’s perspective. Y/N wasn’t very adventurous. She was miles away from Lily’s singlehanded definition of “studious”, but still a pretty mellow person, preferring to keep to predetermined routes and undetected on radars. She was an extrovert with introverted tendencies, mostly appearing at times with people who differed in lifestyle. Like James and Sirius, two peas in a pod.

      Remus Lupin was much less of a firecracker inches from popping, his voice tampered and quiet, his disposition ripe with premature wisdom. Y/N found him likeable. Almost too likable—a noticeable kind of fancy that only prats would fail to see. Then that fancy became more; she didn’t remember how.

      This was open to judgment from the gods, who could choose to interfere or leave Y/N’s recent change of heart alone.

      Unfortunately for her with this newfound friendship and growing fancy, James and Sirius had enough arrogance to fit the Greek gods from ancient myth…

      Zeus and Poseidon, at least. Maybe even Aphrodite, the bloody matchmakers. 

-

      Professor Boomstick, a stout, ashen man who oftentimes went into tangents about how the Muggle Army was a lousy old group of incompetent twats, liked challenges. He liked challenges for his students, specifically. He also liked favoritism and had yet to liken any students to his old pub buddies. Today Y/N and the Marauders all went to class expecting a test, but Professor Boomstick was already there waiting—and the room was empty of desks. Y/N stopped in her tracks, feeling Remus’s tall, lean frame smack into her backside. He apologized but she ignored him, sweeping her gaze across the floor. A group of students who found themselves there before her were huddling in a corner, nervous as sheep waiting to be sheered.  

      Y/N’s steps held an edge... She couldn’t deny she herself was nervous.

“Damn the test,” Professor Boomstick barked suddenly, catching Y/N’s bewildered eyes and holding them hostage. She swallowed hard. Surprises were not fun to her; she hated them with a passion. This old fart was just an arse to be incorporating one in place of a test on the history of Patronuses and Animagi she spent eons studying for. “We’ll see what you’re made of today without wasting parchment, can’t read your writin’ anyhow.”

      “What exactly are we doing?” a long-faced, petite-nosed girl asked.

      Professor Boomstick raised his wand and closed the door behind Y/N and the Marauders, throwing them further into the room. Y/N felt Remus’s arm brush her side and heat enveloped her from head to stomach.  Glaring at Professor Boomstick, they all walked to stand with the other students, keeping a close eye on the crazy man they all called their teacher. Thank Merlin Defense professors never lasted.  

      “For any of you kids that can produce me a corporeal Patronus, I won’t just give ye bonus,” Professor Boomstick said, smirking at the huddle of students. “Ya got an essay due two weeks time on endangered species of the Wizarding World and that test we had scheduled today’s rescheduled for Monday. I’ll give any of ya who give me what I want a freebie on the quiz—and an automatic Outstanding on the essay. Still gotta turn three pages in though.”

      The huddle of students struck up an excited exchange of whispers before going abruptly silent. Patronuses? That was hard-level shit and sparingly learned outside of class lessons due to its difficulty. Disappointment shuttered down the spines of each student, one at a time, as they all came to the same conclusion: this was a waste of time.

      “What? None of ya have even tried?” Professor Boomstick demanded, bushy white eyebrows furrowing in the middle of his forehead. “May be a charm, but it could save yer life someday. All it takes is one loose Dementor and BOOM! Your soul’s been sucked right outta ya.”

      Everyone flinched, some horrified at the sheer mention of Dementors. Professor Boomstick was right. No one really knew Patronuses and their uses. Advanced magic like that was too extensive, too dueling of a task.

      Professor Boomstick was getting frustrated and impatient, glaring at each student individually. Crazy old man.

Y/N L/N nervously glanced at her classmates, mostly the marauding group of boys she befriended, before she stepped out of the huddle. All eyes automatically went to her.

      James and Sirius were (in their opinion, rightfully) shocked she had this information under her belt the entire time—sitting on it, dwelling on it, never admitting to it where her friends were concerned. The two of them didn’t have any concept of privacy, both too invasive to be capable of secrets; Remus was nowhere near similar. Secrets were a part of his nature, only for the benefit of others and never his. If anyone could understand Y/N’s need to keep something like this close to her chest, it was Remus. Though, this wasn’t much of a secret. They all knew Y/N’s history and domestic life.

      Remus glanced at her, an unreadable expression on his face, but her back was turned to him. She could feel everyone looking at her and picking out a single pair of eyes was too strenuous a task.

      “Get on with it, L/N,” Professor Boomstick demanded.

      “Okay, sir,” Y/N said. She would have never dared do this, but she was drowning in coursework from her other classes—any further work and she’d lose sleep, her grades suffering for it. Her mouth opened, inhaling a deep breath she braced.

      Patronus charms were a complicated, beautiful species of magic. Arduous and dogging, it took someone particularly skilled to produce one—and you had to conjure one of your best memories, one of pure joy and exhilaration. Not just happiness, as one of Y/N’s old mentors incorrectly told her once upon a time. Y/N came from a family always preparing for the worst and through the years as the likelihood of a war reached its peak, her parents grew increasingly paranoid and enrolled her in a summer mentorship program as a precaution. She learned the Patronus charm from an eccentric man named Ellis Hawking.

      Y/N’s happiest memory, the one that gave her pure, unadulterated joy, was when she was twelve and got to see her new baby sister.

      “Expecto Patronum,” Y/N said when an incandescent smile reached her lips. All concentration went into her wand when she pointed. Her wand felt like it thrummed under her fingertips and she targeted the air just north of herself, where no one was in her line of sight.

      Everyone behind her gasped when a shot of pure light emitted from her wand’s end, something growing larger as it left. Tendrils of silver and white swept the floor, coiling to become a translucent shape. The shape growled noiselessly, galloping on the ground like a wolf. It was a wolf. Majestic and sleek, making a turn to come running back at the caster herself—polarizing white eyes staring right into hers. Ears pinned back and slivers of silver hair standing on edge. All until it disappeared into the same device that made it. Creation and destruction, two separate words that meant the same: an inevitable, unavoidable cycle.  

      Y/N’s Patronus was last a dolphin when she first learned how to cast, not a wolf.

      Her Patronus had changed.

      “Bravo, bloody Hell—bravo, girl!” Professor Boomstick clapped enthusiastically. “For sure you’re gettin’ in my good graces rest of this here year. You’ve gotta be one hell of a witch casting a corporeal Patronus at sixteen! Bloody—”

      Y/N stared down at her wand, completely bewildered.

      Why did it change?

-

      James glanced over at Sirius while Y/N was distracted, a grin breaking his shocked composure. Neither he, Sirius, or Remus expected that; while Remus was busy frozen and possibly panicking himself into early gray hairs, James was bursting on the inside from excitement. Sirius shared a similar expression.

      “Looks like little Y/N’s in love with Moony,” he hissed under his breath, failing to lose his grin. “That’s gotta be it. I’ve read on this before.”

      Sirius nodded, a faux solemnness combatting the electric shock darting around like butterflies on his face. “After General Prat’s done,” he said, and the two nodded like soldiers heading to war.

-

      When no one other than Y/N could even produce an incorporeal Patronus, Professor Boomstick disappointedly released them—promising a nervous Y/N not to worry about the test or upcoming essay. James and Sirius automatically attacked at the last nameless student’s retreat, Remus trailing his two mates like a left-behind dog.

      Sirius’s eyes zeroed in on Y/N’s wrist, where a charm bracelet dangled. It was covered in expensive-looking charms, one of engraved letters, a wand, a little wolf.

Whoa, cauldron’s bearings. There was a bloody wolf charm! What were the odds?

      “Wicked charm,” Sirius said through a wink. Y/N’s eyes flickered between the two blokes then at her charm bracelet, not at all soothed in their presence. Still struggling to understand why her Patronus would be different, the two twats harassing her wasn’t desirable—especially since they looked like they did while meddling. Pranking. Causing mischief. Y/N made it clear ages ago she wouldn’t react kindly if they decided to fuck around with her the way they did with the rest of the Hogwarts student body. She liked her comfort bubble how it was, unperforated by buffoons best left six feet away. “Wolves. Did you get it to match your Patronus?”

      Y/N bit her lip. “Well, actually—"

      “Ah, Padfoot, obviously that wouldn’t be the case,” James said, slinging an arm around his mate’s shoulder. “She got it because it makes her think of a certain someone.”

      “Who would I even think of? You guys are such prats,” Y/N said indignantly, narrowing her eyes now. Seriously, what were they getting at? They didn’t know anything, just perfectly well how drive anyone and everyone up the bloody wall. They’d drive a sane man mad!

      “James, Sirius, don’t,” Remus said softly, appearing from behind. His eyes were wide with alarm, meeting Y/N’s at her sharp twist. He gulped at the annoyance in hers; James and Sirius had already done their damage. Idiots, they were.

      “See, Y/N, I don’t think your Patronus has always been a wolf,” Sirius went on, pretending like neither Y/N nor Remus spoke in the first place. “Am I wrong?”

      Y/N warily said, “No…”

      “Did you know Patronuses can change to be complementary of their lovers’?” Sirius grinned obnoxiously. He shrugged his shoulders and nudged Y/N with one of his hands. “Just a thought. Maybe you fancy somebody, love ‘em.”

      Y/N’s eyes widened and involuntarily, they looked at where Remus was standing. Remus froze again.

      “We’ll leave you to it,” James said hastily, still grinning.

      The bespectacled boy quickly lassoed Sirius around the neck and guided him to the door, calling to Remus that they’d be back in their dorm by the time he finished.

      Remus awkwardly glanced over at Professor Boomstick. The man was just standing by his desk, drinking out of a flask, presumably waiting for his next class. Y/N sighed and unconsciously laced her fingers into Remus’s, dragging him away from their crazy-ass professor.

      Once outside, Y/N faced Remus. “Is your Patronus a wolf?” she asked quietly, hurriedly. She didn’t want anyone to overhear, though the only likely soul left in distance was Peeves.

      Remus looked at the ground. “Yes,” he reluctantly told her. He and the Marauders had yet to let her in on his furry little secret.

      “Oh,” Y/N said and went silent. It’s not that she didn’t want to be in love with Remus, she just didn’t understand why she could have been so stupid to cast her Patronus in front of the entire class without contemplating her feelings for Remus first. Especially with prior knowledge that a wolf Patronus implied the chance of the charm caster being a werewolf. Students from the class would be beside themselves with rumors of Y/N being a werewolf herself.

      As long as it wasn’t Remus being investigated.

      “I’m sorry,” he said quietly, peeking up at her.

      Y/N rolled her eyes. “Remus, why are you apologizing? Because of what animal the charm was? I’m not a bloody idiot. I know. Good thing I’m the caster, no one else, right?”

      “Why would you like me, let alone love me?” Remus asked. “I don’t understand. I’m—”

      “No, don’t even say it,” Y/N said, meeting his gaze. She reached forward and held his shoulders. “You’re handsome, funny, and intelligent. The least mad of any bloke I’ve seen. That’s all that matters to me.”

      The heels of her feet lifted off the ground so she could peck his cheek. Remus flushed red and flinched back, not having expected any sort of affection—but Y/N deliberately ignored his confusion. She snorted and turned to leave.

      Remus stood processing the unlikely events.

Y/N didn’t hear corresponding footsteps and stopped walking herself. “I hope you at least somewhat like me,” she said over her shoulder. “Else, that’d be one bloody embarrassing confession.”

Oh.

Remus’s shoes squeaked when he jogged to catch up. With his cheeks still aflame, Y/N hoped that meant he did, in fact, reciprocate.

I might need to do something about everyone seeing my Patronus, Y/N thought. Stupid Hogwarts and its plethora of assholes waiting for worthy gossip.

She was sure James and Sirius wouldn’t mind Obliviating the entire school for her and Remus. The idiots did supposedly do anything for their friends. 

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