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scarlettjohanssons-mistress · 9 months

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Nice to meet you

Warnings: First meetings, fluff

Word count: 1.6 K

Pairing: Cate Blanchett x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Meeting Cate (Based on a true story, only, I didn't meet Cate)

Requests: OPEN

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When I opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was that the sun was too bright and warm for ten o'clock in the morning. I lazily picked up my mobile phone and unlocked it, only to realise that I had not set my alarm and that it was in fact already 11:00 A.M.

"Shit"

As best I could, and literally running, I got out of my bed, put on a pair of jeans, my work t-shirt, and went into the bathroom. In less than 5 minutes I had brushed my teeth, washed my face, combed my hair and grabbed my make-up bag. I grabbed my backpack, money, my keys and left the flat to run to the underground station.

The train arrived quickly and since it was no longer rush hour, it was practically empty, so I sat down and took off my make-up, knowing that I wouldn't get to work for another 30 minutes.

When I got to the station where I had to get off, I did so and ran to the nearby square in order to get to my work. I opened the door, dodged several customers and made my way to the counter of the bookshop.

"Look who deigned to show up," joked my cousin.

I had been working in the bookshop run by my aunt for months. It was a great advantage, since, with tardiness like today's, in any other job, I would have been fired by now, but here, I only received a disapproving look from my aunt and a silly smile from my uncle.

"Oh, T/N, now why were you so late?"

"I forgot to set my alarm"

My aunt just rolled her eyes.

"You should set an alarm to remind you to set an alarm," my uncle joked, making us all giggle.

"Well, since you're finally here, please mop the floor."

"Sure, hey auntie, remember I told you if you'd give me permission to get away for two or three hours here in the square?"

"You're late and you still want to go out?" joked my cousin.

"What do you want to go out for?" asked my uncle, as he brought down books from a Spanish publisher.

"There's going to be a premiere of Cate Blanchett's new film. And the cast is coming…"

"And T/N would rather die than lose the chance to meet that woman," my cousin finished.

"Sorry for appreciating what a good actress she is".

I was a lying whore. Sure, the woman was the greatest actress of the 21st century, but she was also the most sensual woman I had ever met. My gay ass was shaking just thinking about her.

"What time is that?"

"At 3:00 p.m."

"Where is it?"

"It's in the cinema in this very square".

"Okey".

And without further ado, he began to help my uncle with the Spanish books.

"Is that a yes?"

Out of nowhere, he stood up with a grimace of pain.

"Help your uncle with the books and then we'll see".

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My aunt had a problem, and this was that she would regularly, if not always, forget that I had already left some task, and suddenly I would start doing another one that needed to be done more urgently, so it was not unusual for me to notice that, just when I had half the floor mopped, the clock in the shop already showed 3:10 PM.

"Auntie, it's already 3:10."

"So what?"

"I asked you that you would give me the opportunity to go out to the premiere of the film".

"Have you finished cleaning?"

"Almost there…

"Then it's over now"

I started mopping quickly to finish faster.

"Do it right, T/N!"

I felt my heart start to flutter as, outside the venue, I could hear the screams, the people starting to run. Shit, it was too late, there was probably already a big crowd on the red carpet, which was going to make it impossible for me to get an autograph or a picture.

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After finishing my chores, I quickly set out to go to the storeroom, drop off the mop and bucket, and just as I was taking off my uniform shirt to put on a nicer one, I heard some pretty loud shouting and the front door slamming. For several minutes I listened to murmuring until suddenly my cousin shouted.

"Y/N, come"

I quickly put on my T-shirt, and grabbed my small bag. As I left, I noticed an excessive amount of people in front of the bookshop, which scared me.

"What's going on, why are there so many people outside…?

Before I could finish my sentence, I walked over to where my cousin was, to find her standing next to Cate Blanchett and her make-up artist Mary.

"Hello. Nice to meet you"

The blonde greeted me with a charming smile. But I froze. I literally didn't know what to do.

Part of me wanted to start screaming and jumping up and down with excitement, another part was about to cry and try to hug her, while another part wanted to make a fool of myself as little as possible and try to start a conversation about her films and what a great actress she is in my eyes.

"Excuse her, she's too gay to talk" my cousin scoffed, eliciting a giggle from both older women "she's literally in love with you. When she was like 15 she said she'd marry you."

Yep, it was definitely not in my plans to be humiliated like that by my own cousin.

What was my next action, just ignore my cousin and start with some of my actions, make believe that this is a joke?

"It's not true, I mean, I do want to kiss you, but not since I was fifteen".

NO. IT'S. I really told one of the best actresses in the world that I wanted to kiss her, I WANT TO DIE.

I covered my face with both hands, but through the gap between my fingers I could see Cate giggle and adjust her hair.

"Well… I'm flattered."

"But… but what are you doing here?" I tried to change the subject just to avoid further embarrassment.

"People started to crowd around and I needed to fix this," Mary said as she pointed to Cate's torn dress.

"You know, a torn dress can't break my aura of perfection…" Cate tried to joke, but, she didn't know my name. She was asking my name!

"T/N, my name is T/N"

"T/N" she whispered my name in such a sensual way that I felt my panties start to get wet. "That's a beautiful name."

"T…thank you"

She began to wander around the room, while Mary, behind her, tried to fix her dress. As my gaze followed them, I felt a nudge in my rib.

"Hey, I've got to go" my cousin spoke, "can you stay and look after the blonde while my aunt comes back from her office?" before I could answer, she laughed and tapped me on the shoulder "who am I kidding, you sure get wet at the thought of being alone with that woman."

"You know we're not alone, and there's her make-up artist, right?"

"We're going to pretend that wouldn't stop you, are we?"

She just laughed and left.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that my aunt was attending to an important call, while my uncle was arranging the diaries. So, I followed them, seeing that Cate was too focused on one section of the bookshop.

"Do you have a specific section for LGBT literature?"

She turned to look at me, while Mary was fixing her dress and make-up. It wasn't a question on the air.

"Yes, we have a wide variety.

"I've never read this one" as she could, she picked up Ruth Gogoll's 'Taxi to Paris' book. and leafed through it a little.

"That's a very good one, I've read it more than 3 times…"

"So I'm dealing with a stalker?" she joked, causing me to let out an involuntary laugh. I can't believe she just made a reference to her own joke.

"In my defence, it's part of a research project for my university".

"What are you studying?"

"I'm studying cinema. I'd like to make an adaptation of that book".

"That's wonderful, darling. Is that your first race?"

"Yes…"

"You are so young…"

We were both silent, but with our eyes fixed on each other's, until Mary's throat clearing brought us out of our reverie.

"Cate, we have to go, it's already late."

"Oh, right."

She put the book back where she took it from, but just before she walked, I stepped forward and took the book, handing it to the blonde.

"Here, I'll give it to you"

"Oh darling, you're a sweetheart, but don't worry, I could pay for it…"

Fuck it, it's now or never.

"Yes, but, when you read it, you'll think of me."

I saw her eyes sparkle and she gave me a beautiful smile.

"Well, I guess I owe her the same treatment. Maybe a picture will make her think of me, sweet princess?" she joked.

"That would be wonderful, beautiful woman," I curtsied, causing her smile to grow.

I handed my mobile phone to Mary and just as I was smiling for the picture, I felt Cate's warm, soft lips on the corner of my mouth.

Mary took the picture and told Cate they had to leave, so she handed me my mobile phone and left, almost dragging Cate with her.

"I hope you remember me every time you see the picture".

"I hope you remember me every time you read the book".

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likeahorribledream · 1 year

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Not Good Enough

SUMMARY: It doesn't take long before you and Lee get close, but an overheard comment ruins everything.

PAIRING: Lee x Reader

WORD COUNT: 6.6k

WARNINGS: Fluff, angst.

REQUEST: You and Lee work together and become close friends. You're both secretly in love with each other but you think it's unrequited so neither of you purse it.

NOTES: This was written over six months ago and I don't have the courage to read it, so hopefully it's not too bad.

18+. Minors DNI.

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Lee Bodecker is a tough man to please, both at work and in life. He is very peculiar with the way he runs things in his station and his employees often find him to be a major pain in the ass, but they can't deny that the man knows how to do his job and he does it damn well. As a sheriff from a small town he knows everyone and everyone knows everyone. There's a familiarity amongst townsfolk that forces him to be tough if he wants people to listen to him and respect him when he gives orders otherwise it'll be absolute chaos in the streets of Knockemstiff.

He doesn't hire people because he knows them or because they're someone's kin, he hires people based on their skill sets. That's how it's always been and he never makes an exception.

As the sheriff he is constantly busy and needs an assistant to help lighten up his workload as much as possible. He takes a lot of time training his assistant because she needs to work the same way he does. They need to be perfectly in sync so that it looks like one person did it all. Not because he wants to take credit for all the work that is done, but to make sure that the work that's put out is always constant and flawless.

Training someone takes a lot of time, energy and money.

Hence why he almost lost it when his newest assistant that he just spent 3 weeks training with quit without warning. Apparently she's leaving town to pursue her acting career or whatever else nonsense that Lee doesn't listen to or cares to know.

He needs to find someone to replace her and quickly. Except Lee can't seem to find a single woman in town that's willing to leave the house and work.

"I got someone for you, Sheriff." Matt, one of Lee's deputies, says one morning after hearing his boss curse up a storm in his office. "I got a cousin my age that moved into town a few days ago. She knows how to work the phone and everythin'. Real nice girl, too."

Lee shakes his head. "I don't hire other people's kin."

Matt shrugs. "Suit yo'self, Sheriff. It's a shame 'cause she'd do a great job, cousin or not."

Not even five minutes after walking out of Lee's office, Matt hears his name being called out from the office.

"Have her come down tomorrow morning at 7. Not one minute later."

"She'll be there!"

On his way home, Matt stops at your house to let you know that he might have found you a job.

"You need to be at the station at 7 tomorrow morning. Don't be late, the Sheriff hates when people are late."

"You know, I'm always on time!" You nudge him out of your small apartment. "Thank you for helping me." You smile at your cousin. "I promise I won't get you in trouble."

"I know you won't, otherwise I wouldn't have said a thing about you." He laughs as he leaves and you close the door.

You look through your boxes, as you've only moved two days ago and you aren't completely done unpacking, you need to find a proper outfit. You really need this job which means you really need to make a great first impression. You've heard Matt talk about Sheriff Bodecker many times, you know he's a tough boss and he's hard to please. You pick out a white blouse and a black skirt with a pair of black flats, heels would only slow you down and make your feet hurt.

You lay everything out for tomorrow morning and quickly finish eating your dinner that Matt had interrupted so that you can take a shower and go to bed early.

You wake up early the next morning to make sure you aren't going to be late.

It's 6:45 when you walk into the station where you are greeted by a woman clearly at the end of her night shift mending the front desk.

"Good morning." You say softly with a smile, you have a feeling she wouldn't enjoy an over the top kind of energy at this instant.

"Mornin', what can I do for you?"

"I'm supposed to meet with Sheriff Bodecker at 7."

The woman looks down at the time and back up at you. "You're early."

"My mama used to say that if you're right on time, then you're late."

She forces a smile, clearly not caring about what you have to say. "Have a seat, I'll let him know you're here."

"Thank you." You'd smile at her but you have a feeling that it'll only irritate her, instead you go sit where she tells you to and wait.

You watch as the woman leaves the front desk and comes back a few minutes later. "Follow me." She gestures for you to get up.

You hurry up and follow her through the station, all the way in the back to an office. She knocks quickly on the door and opens it without waiting for permission.

"Go on, I don't have all day." She nods her head to the inside of the office and as soon as you walk in, she closes the door behind you.

"Matt's cousin?" Lee asks without looking up from his desk.

"Yes, sir." You stay close to the door, unsure of what to do. For a small town, people aren't that friendly.

"Sit." He gestures to the empty chair in front of his desk. "I'm almost done here." He keeps looking through his paperwork, he still hasn't even looked at you.

As you walk over to the chair and sit, you aren't so sure if you're going to like it in this town. You're not used to this cold and detached attitude that everyone here seems to have. You're used to the warmth and cheerfulness of your hometown, but after your mama passed not long ago you decided to move closer to Matt as he's the only family you've got left. Maybe it wasn't such a great idea.

You look down and nervously smooth out your skirt while you wait for the sheriff to look at you.

‘’Alright.’’ Lee finally looks up and almost loses his composure when he sees you. You look cute as a button.

You look up at the sound of his voice and smile at him once your eyes meet. The most beautiful shade of blue you’ve ever seen. While you’re busy admiring the blue of his eyes, you miss the way Lee’s breath hitches in his throat when you smiled at him.

The sheriff clears his throat and sits straighter in his chair. ‘’Your cousin told me you can answer the phone?’’

You nod. ‘’That’s right.’’

‘’Can you type?’’

‘’Yes.’’

‘’How do you feel about long hours?’’ He crosses his arms over his chest.

‘’I don’t mind.’’ You smile again and Lee almost has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from smiling too.

‘’Your boyfriend is ok with you working?’’ He furrows his brows. ‘’Last thing I need is a pissed off guy walking in here and messing with my station.’’

‘’I don’t have a boyfriend.’’

‘’Husband then.’’

You shrug and look down, slightly embarrassed. ‘’Don’t have one of those either.’’

‘’You’re not missing out on anything, I promise you.’’

You look up and smile, appreciating his effort to comfort you.

‘’Can you start today? Right now?’’

You nod enthusiastically. ‘’I’d love to.’’

‘’Great. You’re hired. Just know that you won’t be getting any special treatment because Matt is your cousin.’’

‘’I wouldn’t want any special treatment. I’m more than capable of proving myself.’’

Lee stands up and walks around his desk, toward his door. ‘’Follow me, sweetheart.’’ He opens the door and stops right outside next to an empty desk. He waits for you to join him before talking. ‘’This is gonna be your desk. You will have to keep people out of my office sometimes when I’m real busy or meeting with someone. You gotta keep them out unless it’s an emergency. You won’t be spending much time here while I train you, you’ll mostly be in my office and following me around so I can show you how I want things done.’’

‘’You got it.’’

He grabs a notepad and a pen from the desk and hands them to you. ‘’Take notes because I don’t have time to repeat myself.’’

You take them quickly and follow Lee around as he shows you around the station, taking notes about the important things.

‘’The girls at the front desk can be a little bit mean, don’t take it personally. The guys are assholes sometimes, don’t be scared to put them in their place. I can be an asshole too but I’m your boss so there’s nothing you can do about it.’’ He winks. ‘’You might have to go grab me lunch from time to time, do you have a car?’’ You shake your head no. ‘’You’ll take mine then.’’

You keep following him around until you’ve seen the entire station, then Lee takes you back to his office and closes the door behind the two of you. He sits back in his chair and invites you to do the same.

He explains to you in great detail how he wants things done in his office. Where files and folders go, how he wants the phone to be answered and how to filter his calls.

‘’A lot of people around here call me directly when a deputy could easily do the job, they think my office number is better than 911 so you gotta filter the calls and redirect them. I don’t have enough time to take care of every crisis in Knockemstiff.’’

You nod, writing everything down. Just as you look up, Lee’s phone starts to ring.

‘’Want to give it a try?’’

‘’Yes!’’ You get up and walk around his desk to stand next to him. You clear your throat and pick up the receiver. ‘’Sheriff Bodecker’s office, how may I help you?’’ … ‘’I’m sorry but the sheriff is in a meeting right now. What are you calling about? We have a station full of capable officers and deputies, I’m sure there’s at least one of them here that can help you.’’ … ‘’Yes, you definitely need to take him to the hospital.’’ … ‘’No ma’am, I’m no doctor but if his finger isn’t attached to the hand anymore he will need medical attention.’’ … ‘’Alright, good luck.’’ You hang up and go back to sit in your chair.

‘’Mrs. Larson?’’ Lee asks, looking at you curiously.

‘’Yes. Mr. Larson seems to have had an accident with a knife and she wanted to ask you if she should take him to the hospital or not.’’

‘’She calls at least once every two days.’’

‘’Good to know.’’ You write it down.

‘’You did a good job handling her.’’ He flashes you a small smile, if you had blinked you would have missed it.

‘’Thank you, sheriff.’’

For the rest of the morning, Lee keeps explaining how everything works until lunchtime. At exactly noon, Lee stops what he’s doing and stands up. ‘’We have an hour, starting now. We can’t waste a minute, we don’t know when an emergency is gonna come up.’’ He explains as he puts on his leather jacket. ‘’Did you bring your lunch?’’

You stand from the chair and follow him out of his office. You put down your notepad and pen on your desk as you stop walking. ‘’No, I didn’t think you’d hire me on the spot but that’s ok I had a good breakfast. I’ll just wait for you here.’’

‘’Yeah, that ain’t gonna work for me sweetheart. Come on, I’m heading to the diner.’’

You shake your head. ‘’I can’t really afford to eat out right now.’’ Heat creeps up to your cheeks, embarrassed once again at how messy your life is. Not married, not even dating and barely a cent to your name.

‘’My treat. As a thank you for starting right away and for doing a great job already. C’mon.’’ He gestures for you to follow him and you can see in his eyes that there’s no arguing with him.

‘’Thank you.’’ You follow him outside. ‘’You can take it out of my pay.’’

Lee chuckles and opens the passenger door of his cruiser, holding it open for you. ‘’That ain’t gonna happen. Go on.’’ He nods to the passenger seat and shuts the door once you’re seated. He walks around the cruiser, his belt and everything on it clinking together with every step he takes. The car dips a bit under his weight and he slams the door shut, making you jump a little which makes him laugh.

‘’Sorry, sweetness, the door sticks a little.’’ He starts the car and rolls down his window. ‘’It’s hot as hell today.’’ He groans, driving out of the station’s parking lot.

You roll down your own window to let more air in and hopefully help him cool down.

Lee notices that you didn’t react when he said hell and makes a mental note to ask you about that later.

It only takes a few minutes to get to the diner and Lee parks right next to the door, then turns off the car. He sees you’re about to roll the window back up but he stops you.

‘’Leave it, hopefully by the time we come back it won’t feel like a damn oven in here.’’ He opens his door, quickly getting out. He takes off his leather jacket and throws it in the backseat with his hat.

He opens the diner’s door and holds it open, stepping aside to let you walk in first.

‘’Such a gentleman, thank you.’’ You smile as you walk in and let him guide you to his table.

Lee can’t help but laugh when he hears you call him a gentleman. ‘’I’m no gentleman sweetness, everyone here can attest to that.’’ He sits down in his usual booth.

You sit across from him at the table. ‘’I’m sure your wife would agree with me. Florence, right? I babysat my niece so that Matt and his wife could go to your wedding a few years back.’’ You smile at the memory of spending an entire day with your niece who was barely one at the time.

Lee’s mood turns sour at the mention of Florence, he leans back in his seat and extends one of his hands on the table hitting it rhythmically with the tip of his index finger. ‘’Florence left me 10 months after we got married.’’

‘’Oh.’’ Guilt fills your eyes. ‘’I’m so sorry, sheriff. I didn’t know.’’ You instinctively reach over to his hand and give it a comforting squeeze before letting it go. ‘’I’m a strong believer that everything happens for a reason. Some things hurt more than others but that just means that whatever’s gonna happen next will be great, y’know?’’

Lee rolls his eyes. ‘’God’s plan?’’

You shake your head. ‘’No one said anything about God. It’s the universe, fate.’’

Lee frowns. ‘’You don’t believe in God?’’

You grab a menu from the table and open it. ‘’I believe in sleeping in on Sunday mornings.’’ You look over all the options from the menu, missing the way Lee smiles.

‘’We’re going to get along just fine you and me.’’ He nods to himself and takes the other menu. ‘’Order whatever you want, sweetness.’’

A waitress comes over, from her looks she can’t be older than 30, ready to take your order. ‘’Sheriff Bodecker.’’ She greets him with a fake smile. ‘’Ready to order?’’

He doesn’t even bother smiling back and hands her his menu. ‘’Same as usual.’’

She takes the menu from him and turns her attention to you. ‘’What about you, doll?’’

‘’The chicken wrap and some french fries, please.’’ You give her back your menu and you don’t miss the way she looks at Lee to check for permission.

‘’What are you looking at me for? You heard her.’’ He stares until she turns around and leaves.

‘’Thank you for lunch, and for giving me a job. I didn’t think I’d find one so quickly after moving here.’’

Lee brushes it off like it’s no big deal. ‘’What brings you here anyway?’’ He asks, curiously.

‘’My mama passed two months ago and Matt is the only family I’ve got left so I thought I’d move closer. My niece is already 3 and my nephew is almost 1. It feels like I’ve missed all the big milestones. I didn’t want to miss more.’’

‘’I’m sorry to hear that.’’ Now he feels guilty from bringing that up.

‘’Thank you.’’ You smile but it’s a sad smile, it has nothing to do with the bright smiles from this morning. ‘’She was real sick at the end, I feel relieved that she’s gone. I know it sounds horrible but I couldn’t handle seeing her suffer so much.’’

‘’I get it. I was a teenager when my ma died but even at that age I wanted her pain to stop.’’

For the entire lunch hour, you and Lee eat and ask questions to each other while trying to avoid any sensitive subjects.

Before you realize, your first week of training is done and then the second one. In the blink of an eye, an entire month has gone by.

Lee is usually a cold, distant man but to everyone’s surprise, especially his own, you manage to pull him out of his shell. He’s a lot more carefree around you. Just around you. Most officers haven't seen Lee laugh and smile since before his divorce, it's a nice change of pace because even if he acts all nice and sweet only with you he has softened up a tiny bit with the others. He now tends to let things go or turn a blind eye when he normally wouldn't.

Every Monday and Friday morning you would come in early with a basket of freshly made baked goods that you would leave in the break room for everyone to enjoy with their coffee. You always separate them into two batches; one for the night shift who are about to leave and one for the day shift who are starting their day.

Needless to say both shifts appreciate having a little something to either start or finish their day on a good note.

Even if you think you're being subtle, everyone knows that almost every day you have a little something special for Lee. You've heard him make comments here and there about his shape and the way he looked, even if you think he is perfect the way that he is you know that it's not enough to change his mind. Instead you bring him homemade lunches, he doesn't have the time nor the energy to cook for himself and by bringing him his lunch he doesn't have to eat at the diner.

He tries to play it cool, he pretends like it's not a big deal but you can see a difference in his mood and confidence. There's a twinkle in his eyes that didn't used to be there and you hope he never loses it again.

"Sweetness, you need to stop bringing me food." He looks at you as you walk into his office with a very familiar brown paper bag in your hand.

"Are you gonna start bringing yourself food?" You arch a brow, knowing the answer before he even says it.

"... You know I don't have the time."

"Then I won't stop bringing you food." You put the paper bag on his desk.

He shakes his head and tries to give it back but you don't take it. "Just say thank you, sheriff."

He sighs and gives up. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." You smile brightly at him before leaving his office and closing his door.

It's the same fight every day and you win, every day.

Your cousin has noticed how close you and the sheriff have gotten and he's not sure how he feels about it. He's known you your entire life so he recognizes the look in your eyes whenever Lee's around. You like Lee and there's no denying it.

He makes you laugh and he's always sweet to you. You've become close friends and it's not rare for people to see you out and about with him. They can gossip all they want neither of you care. Your friendship is more important than the opinion of the bored housewives of Knockemstiff.

As the eternal optimist that you are, you've let yourself think that maybe, just maybe, Lee could like you too. It's hard to tell because he's so closed off but there are times you think he might have feelings for you.

You're never going to tell him how you feel because you don't want to lose your friend or your job. Deep down you hope that Lee will wake up one day and realize that he likes you too, and decides to do something about it.

You mentally chastise yourself for staying hopeful but that's what keeps you going.

Until your hopes are completely crushed.

Every night before leaving you find Lee to ask if he needs you to do anything else before leaving and to say goodnight.

He's not in his office so you go look for him in the break room. Lee and one of the officers are standing next to the table, drinking coffee and eating whatever's left from the baked goods you brought before leaving for the weekend.

You're about to call out to him but the subject of their conversation stops you.

They're talking about you.

"Aren't you glad Matt suggested her for the job?"

"Yeah. She does a great job and she learns fast."

"She's cute and she cooks on top of everything else she does for you. Did Sheriff Bodecker find wife number two?" The officer chuckles at his own words, not knowing that you can hear everything and that your heart is pounding in your chest as you wait for Lee's answer.

You don't expect to become his wife but depending on his reaction you might be able to tell if he likes you in the same way that you do.

The way Lee scoffs doesn't announce anything good.

"Are you out of your mind? Her?" He shakes his head and laughs. "Like that's ever gonna happen. Keep your stupid ideas to yourself and get back to work." He rolls his eyes and turns toward the door, feeling like someone was there but there's no one.

It hurts. You've known that something is wrong with you because no man wants to marry you but to hear it like this, like marrying you is the dumbest thing any man could do, and from someone you thought was your friend, hurt.

You've been fooling yourself about your friendship with him because Lee's tone and words were laced with so much disdain that there is no way he respects you enough to be your friend.

You want to run out of the station but you don't want to look suspicious so you walk out calmly, wishing everyone a good weekend and then you leave without another word, heading straight to your apartment.

Lee is surprised to see your desk empty as you normally always say good night before leaving. You're probably walking around, looking for him. He goes back to his desk but leaves the door open, to see you when you'll walk back to your desk.

An entire hour goes by before Lee comes to the conclusion that you've left. Without saying goodbye which is highly unusual for you.

Every Friday afternoon you find Lee, ask if he needs you to stay longer, make plans with him for the weekend and then you'd leave.

He has a bad feeling but he just shakes it off, he'll see you tomorrow like every Saturday.

The whole weekend goes by without him hearing a peep from you. He doesn't even leave the house to make sure he doesn't miss your phone call, but nothing.

On Monday morning he gets to the station a little earlier than usual to make sure he's there when you arrive.

You come into the station empty handed which disappoints every employee. No baked goods and no lunch for Lee.

You don't go into his office to wish him good morning, instead you sit at your desk and start working right away.

The pit in Lee's stomach keeps growing.

"Can you come in here, please?" He speaks loud enough for you to hear as you're right outside his door.

You stand up, grab your notepad and pen, then walk into Lee's office and stand behind the chair you usually sit on to tell him about something funny or to listen to him talk about whatever is currently pissing him off.

"You need something, Sheriff Bodecker?" You barely look up and it makes Lee frown. You never call him Sheriff Bodecker. At least not seriously. It's always Lee or, if you're teasing, sometimes you'll still call him Sheriff but it's always playful.

This was not.

"Somethin' wrong, sweetness?"

"Everything is fine. What do you need?"

Your eyes finally meet but there's no warmth in yours. They are cold and… empty.

"Nothing, for now. You left without saying goodbye on Friday and I haven't seen you all weekend. Just wanted to catch up is all."

You stop yourself from rolling your eyes and you bite back whatever you were about to say. You know what he really thinks of you and you hate that he pretends to care.

"Call me when you need something, then." You walk out of his office and sit back behind your desk to keep working.

Lee comes out of his office for lunch and stops in front of your desk on his way out. "I'm going to the diner. Wanna come?" He looks down, trying to decipher what's going on in that head of yours.

"No, thank you."

For the entire week all you do is come in, work, go home. You don't talk to anyone but Matt, you don't bring anything for anyone, there's no smile, no kind words, nothing. It's like you're an entirely different person and no one knows why or what happened.

On Friday afternoon Lee can't take it anymore and he orders you into his office, shutting the door once you're inside.

He sits back in his chair and leans back, staring at you.

"Look, I don't know what's been going on with you but everyone is worried about you. Clearly something happened but you won't talk to me about it and I don't know why you're shutting down like this."

You can't help but roll your eyes at his words, which Lee doesn't miss.

"Ok. Enough. What's wrong?" He sits up, getting angry.

"Nothing is wrong." You cross your arms in front of you.

"Then what's with the attitude?!"

"No one is worried about me. You just want me to start bringing you food again. Tell everyone that I'll bring food on Monday."

You turn to leave but Lee's loud voice tells you to stop.

"We're not done here."

You sigh and turn around.

"What the hell has gotten into you?" He stands up behind his desk, leaning forward and holding himself up with his hands laid flat on the top of his desk. "You don't talk to your boss that way and certainly not to your friend. You owe me respect."

"You mean the same kind of respect you gave me when you talked about me with one of your officers in the break room last week?"

He frowns, confused. "What are you talking about?"

"Are you out of your mind? Her? Like that's ever gonna happen. Keep your stupid ideas to yourself and get back to work." You repeat word for word what he said about you, making sure to use the same disgusted tone he did.

Lee's eyes widen as he finally understands. There had been someone there like he thought. You.

"Sweetness-"

You cut him off. "The only reason I'm still here is because I need this job. I am looking for a new job, hopefully with a boss that won't be disgusted by me. You should start looking for my replacement." You walk out of his office, stopping long enough to grab your things then leaving without another word.

Lee falls back into his chair, staring into nothing.

He's so angry with himself. He was trying so hard to pretend that he wasn't falling for you and hiding his feelings, he never thought that he could hurt you. Without meaning to, he played right into your insecurities and made it sound like something was wrong with you, that someone wanting to marry you is insane, and you heard everything.

Lee has had a crush on you from the moment he looked up from his desk and saw you for the first time. He's almost embarrassed by the fact that he, a grown man, has a crush like a hormonal teenager because before you, he's pretty sure the last time he had a crush on someone was in high school.

It's only been a little over a month since you started working at the station, though it feels like he's known you his entire life.

He adores you in every possible way and he's grown to love you with every moment you've spent together. You spend at least 8 hours a day together from Monday through Friday and then you spend more time together on his days off. If he could, he'd spend every single minute of his day with you without ever getting tired of you.

If he is being honest what you overheard was true, that's exactly how he felt but not because of you, because of him.

Why in the world would an amazing, kind and sweet woman like you want to be with him, marry him? There's no chance in hell that he's good enough for you, to be yours. Plus, he's your boss. It's not like he could hit on you. Well, he could but he didn't want to seem like a creep. He wants to be perfect for you and the general consensus around town is that Lee Bodecker is everything but perfect.

He made that stupid comment in the break room because he didn't want rumors going around that he liked you, he didn't want to jeopardize your friendship. He ended up doing even worse, he ruined and broke it.

He realized he was in love with you two weeks ago when Matt hosted a dinner at his house. Lee almost died from a heart attack when he first saw you in your cute summer dress looking as beautiful as ever. Then he watched as you played with your niece and he saw how much you loved her. For the first time in his life, Lee wanted children. He wanted children and he wanted them with you.

It became clear as day in his mind that he was in love with you, that he'd love nothing more than to make you his. Put the prettiest ring around your finger, buy you the house of your dreams and give you as many babies as you want.

He has never felt like this before, not even with Florence, and truthfully it terrifies him. Especially now that he has ruined everything. He has no idea how he's going to fix this mess but he sure as hell is going to try.

Lee is pulling a double today so he can't even run after you, he's stuck at the station and it's driving him crazy.

His officers quickly realize that the honeymoon phase is over and that Lee's bad mood and short temper are back in full force, they make sure to avoid him as much as physically possible.

His shift ends at 6 on Saturday morning and at 6:01 Lee is walking out of his office. He gets into his cruiser and drives to your apartment. He doesn't care if he wakes you up, he needs to fix it and he needs to fix it now.

He parks on the street in front of your door and slams his door shut before hurrying to your front door. Even as he knocks, he doesn't know what he's going to say. Hopefully, he won't make things worse.

You are startled awake by someone pounding on your door, you look at your alarm clock to find that it's not even 6:15 am and it's Saturday morning, why is someone pounding on your door at this hour?

You throw the covers at the foot of your bed and hurry out of bed, you grab your robe on your way out of your room and put it on before opening the front door. The last person you expected to see was Lee, yet here he stands in front of you.

You should have checked the peephole before opening the door.

Lee's heart painfully clenches when he sees the hurt and sadness settle in your eyes at the sight of him. He opens his mouth and closes it a few times without making any sound, he has so much to say yet nothing feels right.

He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you into his chest, crashing his lips onto yours. Lee sighs with relief when he feels you kissing him back almost right away. He uses his free hand to cup your cheek, stroking your skin with his thumb while also putting just enough pressure to make you tilt your head back to have better access to your lips.

Your heart has never beaten this fast before and as you wrap your arms around his neck to pull yourself closer to him, you can't help but to think that he has to be feeling your heartbeat against his chest.

Breathless, Lee breaks the kiss but barely moves an inch away from you. He opens his eyes and rests his forehead against yours, breathing deeply to get some oxygen back into his lungs.

Once you've managed to pull yourself out of the kissing haze you got lost into, you remember the situation that led to Lee showing up at your door at this hour. You let go of him, unwrapping your arms from around his neck but his arm around your waist stops you from going anywhere.

"I'm sorry for being such an asshole, sweetness." He finally says, speaking softly before leaning back to be able to look at you. "What you heard, I meant it."

You shake your head and try to get out of his grip but he doesn't let you go, if anything he tightens his hold on your waist.

"I meant it but not in the way you heard it. I meant that a girl like you would never go for a guy like me."

He looks into your eyes, trying to guess how you're feeling.

"I don't want you to quit. I want to keep seeing you every day at work. I need to see you every day at work. I'm so crazy about you, it's almost embarrassing but I don't care anymore. I don't care who knows it and what people are going to say about it. I don't care how cliché it is that I fell in love with my assistant because you make me happy." He tucks a strand of your messy bed hair behind your ear.

"Lee…" You sigh, not knowing what to say or how to act. Lee is your boss but most importantly he's your best friend and you fell in love with him. How could you not? Lee is perfect, for you at least others might disagree, and there's nothing you'd love more than to be with him but you can't get the conversation you overheard out of your head. One, amazing, kiss won't make you forget. You try to pull away and this time he lets you. You take a few steps back into your apartment and tighten your robe around you. "What you said, how you said it… it hurt me."

"I'm so sorry." He watches you, fear written all across his face at the thought that maybe there is no fixing his mess. "I was just trying to protect myself, and you, from the rumors and gossip. I shouldn't have said what I said and for that I'm sorry. I'm sorry for hurting you but I'm not sorry for trying to protect you and our friendship." He says seriously. "What do I have to do for you to forgive me and give me a chance?" He takes a step forward, standing in the doorway. "You love me just as much as I love you, I felt it in the kiss. Tell me, what do you need from me? Do you want me to beg? Because for you baby I'll get on my knees right now."

Lee doesn't even give you a chance to talk. He walks into your apartment and stands right in front of you before getting on both knees, looking up at you. "I'm beyond sorry and I'll apologize everyday for the rest of my life if I need to." He puts his hands on your hips and squeezes gently.

You hold back a gasp at the sight of Lee kneeling down in front of you. The sheriff Bodecker who is feared amongst all is on his knees and begging in your apartment where he can easily be seen by anyone who walks by.

You look down at him and lift up a hand, stroking his short hair on the top of his head as you feel him getting anxious.

"I forgive you." You say quietly, scared that he might make you regret how quickly you forgave him.

His eyes completely light up and he pulls you closer to him, pressing kisses on your stomach on top of your robe from his excitement. He gets up as fast as he can and grabs your cheeks, smiling down at you.

"Don't make me regret forgiving you, Lee Bodecker."

Lee can see a hint of a playful glimmer back into your eyes and it makes his heart skip a beat.

"No ma'am." He kisses your forehead, nose and lips. "Next time I'm getting down on my knees, it'll be to put a ring on your finger." He says confidently.

"Is that so?" You arch a brow, smiling.

He nods. "Definitely. How do you feel about being future Mrs. Lee Bodecker, mh?"

You pretend to think about it and shrug. "Guess you'll have to ask to find out."

He pulls you into another kiss, this time he can't stop smiling even when his lips are pressed to yours.

For the first time since his divorce Lee feels happy again. He sees a future for himself that doesn't revolve around work or a bottle of whiskey and he can't wait to go through everything with you. The good and the bad, as long as you're standing next to him and holding his hand there's nothing he can't do.

For now Lee closes your front door and follows you back into your room, stripping down to his underwear before getting into bed with you, for you to finish your night of sleep and for him to finally have a chance to sleep.

For the next couple of days, it'll be just you and Lee with the entire world outside forgotten. Of course there will be talk around town of the Sheriff's cruiser being parked in front of your apartment for the entire weekend without moving once but you will deal with it all on Monday morning when you're ready to face the world again.

For now all that matters is you and Lee, the rest is a problem for another day.

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The Ballad of Snakes, Songbirds, and Sorrow.

A Coriolanus Snow x Fem!Reader FanFiction.

He saw everything in her, so why is he so intrigued by her.

Word Count: 3,621.

*Reader is from a prestigious family in the capital. They have been best friends their whole lives and dating for years now. Cearo means Sorrow. Follows the film loosely, but as canon as possible.

*Warnings: Genral Hunger Games Canon Warnings. Death. Etc. Some Suggestive Themes. Possessive Behavior. Not Proof Read.

Masterlist

Part Two.

The Night after the Reaping

(Y/N) sat with Tirgirs and Grandma’am at the table while Coriolanus paced the dining room in front of her. She tapped her fingers against the table, the tips of them wrapped in gauze from Tirgirs when she arrived with the bloody raw skin picked off around her nails. She knew Coriolanus was having a meltdown about his tribute, sure most everyone was, but all she could think about was Wovey. She looked so small and sweet, reminding her so much of Wilby. She had already cried to Coryo in the back room of the academy while nervously snacked on whatever he grabbed off the buffet on their way out.

“You saw her. She's underfed, unstable.” “The dean said it's not just about winning.” “Everything is about winning! If not the games then the crowd!”

(Y/N) was tuning them out at this point, she knew Coryo needed to win this for their future. She was not about to let him lose everything he fought so desperately for to Highbottom’s distaste for his last name. They needed a spectacle. The capital loves anything showy and daring, and that they could work with. “I wouldn't sing a note for you if I was her.Imagine it was your name they pulled and you were ripped from your home! I’d just wanna know somebody still cared about me.” “She's district, Tigers. She knows we hate her, and she wants us dead.” “Don’t discount her just because she's district, Coryo. You might have more in common with her than you think.” (Y/N) watched the cousins discuss Lucy in front of her.

“Why don't we go meet them tomorrow at the train station Coryo?” They both turned to her, eyes the size of pancakes at her suggestion. “They get here tomorrow, why don't we go there, meet Lucy and Wovey. The Dean said we have to help them win over the capitol hearts, but so do we. What if we show the capital how caring and dedicated to our tributes we are. If we show them we feel something for them, they will too, boosting their incentive to watch the games. Plus we can show them we care about them, like Tirgris said. All I’d want is a friend.”

Coryo walked over to (Y/N) and planted a long kiss on her lips, his smile contagious. “You’re Brilliant (Y/N/N). That's my first lady of Panem.” He pulled her up and dragged her back to his bedroom, grin on his face. She loved when he called her his.

—

They waited hand in hand at the train station, both taking turns squeezing the other's hand in reassurance. Coriolanus had picked her up that morning, both clade in their academy uniforms. She had brought Wovey a scone and a small juice box wrapped in one of the many handkerchiefs her mom had given her years ago. He had a rose pinned to his coat, as did she, and one in his hand for Lucy, a peace offering.

They stood and watched as the tributes were taken off the train one by one, waiting to see their tributes. (Y/N) watched for Wovey as Coriolanus spotted Lucy, dragging (Y/N) by the hand over to her.

“Welcome to the Capitol.” Coryo extended his hand with the rose out to her, his eyes locked on Lucy Grey’s.

“When I was little my mother used to bathe me in buttermilk and rose petals.” (Y/N) watched as Lucy Grey plucked a petal from the rose and ate it. Eyes never breaking contact with Corilanus.

“Tastes like bedtime.” Her thick accent made her seem so kind. Even with the bizarre actions. “You two look like you shouldn't be here.” Lucy snickered a bit. We shouldn't be, (Y/N) thought.

Then (Y/N) spotted Wovey. Breaking her hold on Coriolanus’ hand to walk over to her.

“Hi Wovey!” (Y/N) knew her voice went up an octave, it always did around Wilby. “Welcome to the Capitol! I’m (Y/N) Cearo, your mentor!” Wovey looked at her inquisitively.

“Hello….” (Y/N) smiled at her even wider. She was smaller than Wilby height wise, big eyes looking up at (Y/N) with so much fear.

“Here, I brought this for you.” She crouched down to her height and held out the small package for Wovey, her eyes lighting up immediately at the colorful gift.

“What is it?” She looked between her and the package. “It's a snack, I know you probably haven't had anything since the reaping and so I packed you one of my brother’s favorites! And my boyfriend’s, the other boy in the red over there but don't tell him I said nothing.” She winked at the small girl as she took the little gift from her with a small laugh.

“I promise I won't.” Wovey clutched the snack to her chest, the older boy from eight nudging her along to the truck meant to take them to tribute holding. As Wovey and Lucy got into the truck (Y/N) saw Coriolanus trying to ask the peacekeepers if they could escort their tributes when all the sudden one of the boys ran off.

“Come on.” Coryo grabbed her hand and dragged her onto the back of the truck, both staying turned away from the guards.

“What’s a matter pretty boy, you in the wrong cage?” one of the male tributes taunted. Coryo instinctively pushed me behind him as he turned to look at the tribute addressing him.

“No, this cage is delightful.” Coriolanus tried to sound kind, she assumed, but if anyone didn't know him they might find it condescending, as the other boy did.

She heard the other boy yell and was knocked to the ground as Coriolanus was shoved against the back wall by Reaper.

“Ill kill you right now!” Shouted the boy, Reaper she heard someone call him. “He’ll do it too, Reaper killed a peacekeeper back in eleven.” “Quiet Dill!” “I say we kill him! Her too.” “I’m in.”

(Y/N) sat on the ground looking at the people around her nervously as they plotted her and her boyfriend;s “Are you okay?” (Y/N) looked up and saw Wovey sitting with her gift on her lap above her and next to her she saw Lucy, who was looking at her shoes, when she suddenly spoke up.

“Y’all got family back home? They’ll kill them if you hurt either of them. Then you.” She locked eyes with (Y/N) for a brief moment, then looked up at Reaper and Coriolanus.

“Besides, he's my mentor. I might need him.” The short red headed girl leaned over Lucy’s lap to get in her face.

“How come you get a mender?” She practically spat in her face.

“Mentor.” (Y/N) spoke up. “You all get one. I’m Wovey’s mentor.” She said from the ground still.

“Oh, and we’ll just trust you, right?” the girl replied back sarcastically.

“We’re just here to help you guys.” Coryo spoke up this time. As he looked between Lucy, her, and the redhead, Coral if (Y/N) remembers correctly from reaping day.

“Why aren't our menders here?” Coral asked, looking also between the four other kids.

“Just not inspired I guess.” Lucy smiled as she looked back down at (Y/N) on the floor, suddenly she felt a little insecure under the gaze of the girl who, even on her way to her death, looked so put together. (Y/N) stood up and dusted herself off, looking at Coryo then down again to Wovey’s toothy grin at her.

Suddenly the truck started to rattle and shake as it tilted upwards.

“Alright, hold on!” Coriolanus grabbed the bar in front of him as he reached for Lucy. (Y/N) reached out and grabbed Wovey along with the district eight boy and then grabbed the seat. (Y/N) was practically clutching Wovey in her lap as the eight boys held her legs,the younger still clutching the gift still to her chest, as they started to slip.

‘Coriolanus!” (Y/N) looked up at him as she screamed. Feeling the boy slip and fall as she still held Wovey. When suddenly the truck reached peak height and all four of them started to fall, all three tumbled down the rocks into the zoo exhibit.

(Y/N) landed first, still holding Wovey surprisingly, then was immediately crashed into by Lucy and Coriolanus.

“Ow…” She held her head as she sat up. “Are you okay?” she looked at Wovey.

“Mmmhmm, so is my gift!” Wovey smiled at the girl, she stood up and tried to offer (Y/N) a hand in getting up.

“(Y/N)! Are you okay!” Coriolanus had pulled himself and lucy up and wiped the dirt off himself. He immediately ran over and picked (Y/N) up off the ground by her armpits and started dusting her off, she felt like a child.

“I’m fine, just a few scratches. Are you two okay.” They locked eyes for a minute as they checked each other over.

“Excuse me! Hello Sir! Hello Ma’am!” (Y/N) and Coriolanus turned towards the voice neither of them could miss from outside the cage bars. Lucky Flickerman. Coriolanus’ neighbor and dear friend of (Y/N)’s family. Great, she thought, more people to tell her dad she was out here. He’s gonna love this one. “Yes you two, in the red! Who are you! And why are you in there with them! We’re live, the capital is watching!”

“Oh great, live television coverage. My dad will love this.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, sweeping off the dust from her outfit. Even Coriolanus looked shaky with the knowledge the capital was watching their performance.. (Y/N) took his hand in hers and gave it a squeeze.

“Own it.” Lucy said to the two of them, though with the look she was giving him, (Y/N) felt it was more towards Coriolanus then her. Coriolanus locked eyes with her, a smile on his face.

“May I introduce you to my neighbors?” If his grin wasn't enough, the second Coriolanus dropped (Y/N)’s hand in exchange for putting the rose he bought in Lucy’s hair, she felt extremely uncomfortable. The way they looked at each other was interesting for two people who just met, at least in (Y/N)’s opinion. When he proceeded to take Lucy’s hand in his was when (Y/N) started to feel like maybe she was third wheeling her own boyfriend.

“Maybe you can introduce Wovey as well, (Y/N).” Coriolanus looked back at her as he started to walk Lucy over to the cameras. Leaving (Y/N) standing alone. Well with Wovey, but without her boyfriend. Maybe (Y/N) would have thought more about it if it wasn't for the small girl next to her.

“Well, that's something you don't see everyday! They're holding hands! Who are you sir, what are you doing in the cage here?” (Y/N) heard Lucy say as she turned her attention to Wovey, she had almost forgotten her job here.

“Wovey, would you like to say hello to the capital?” (Y/N) crouched down to the small girl’s height. Wovey looked at the cameras and then back to (Y/N).

“Can I open my snack first?” Wovey looked up at her with the biggest eyes.

“Of course, would you like help?” Wovey nodded and (Y/N) gently unwrapped the small package. She handed the scone to Wovey and opened the juice box for her. Wovey looked at the snack and then shoved about half of it into her mouth.

“Don’t choke now!” (Y/N) laughed at the face she was making, cheeks stuffed and face smeared with blueberries. (Y/N) pulled a, less extravagant, handkerchief out of her bag and whipped the girl’s face. “Here, you keep this one for later.” (Y/N) took Wovey’s arm and tied the handkerchief around her wrist in a bow.

“Now isn't that pretty, all the capital will be copying this soon. You’ll be a trendsetter!” Wovey raised her arm to inspect the bracelet as she ate the last of her scone, taking a large sip from her juice box with a smile.

“That was the best thing I have ever eaten. Thank you Miss. (Y/N).” Her toothy grin made (Y/N)’s heart melt.

“Well, are you ready to say hi!” (Y/N) tried not to dwell on the fact this poor girl was probably going to die after she just ate her first scone. She’d have to bring her another one. At the very least. Maybe too. Wovey nodded and took her hand as they walked over to Lucky, Coriolanus, and Lucy.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N) Cearo! How are you? Does your dad know you're in here?” Lucky recognized her right off the bat, she knew he would, they have dinner at the same restaurant every weekend.

“If he didn't before he does now!” She laughed along, playing up a smile as the cameras rolled. “To be fair, no one said I couldn't be here though! Plus I wanted to make sure my tribute, this beautiful young lady here, got the introduction she deserved!” (Y/N) crouched down again to Wovey’s heigh, taking both her hands in her own.

“And who might this be?” Lucky also crouched down and pointed the mic towards them both.

“My name is Wovey and I’m 12 years old.” Wovey spoke shyly, earning aws all around.

“Well Wovey, aren't you just the sweetest thing? And what district are you from?”

“Eight.” Wovey nervously shifted a bit in place with the spotlight on her.

“Well, that's great. For the record I think you both are about to be whisked away.” (Y/N) turned to see the peacekeepers coming to get her and Coriolanus. She turned back towards Wovey as she stood up. She could hear Lucy talking to Coriolanus.

“Be safe, I will bring you some more food soon. I promise.” Wovey nodded and ran over to Bobbin as (Y/N) and Coriolanus were dragged out of the Zoo by the peacekeepers. (Y/N) could hear Lucky closing out his show. Her dad was gonna kill her. — They both got a slap on the wrist for what happened and told to get back to the academy as soon as possible. What was worse punishment was the walk back to the academy. He held her hand, the same one he held hers with. Which was fine, she gets it, or at least she guesses she does. Their future relies on making sure the capital thinks he cares about Lucy, but he didn't have to be so convincing. Although she herself couldn't help but care for Wovey. So she guess she got it, in some way. What she couldn't stand was the smile on his face. He looked so. Happy. Like meeting Lucy Grey Baird was the best thing that's happened to him yet. Did he smile like that with her? Has he smiled at her like that? Of course he has you've talked of marriage and kids. Just last night he held you in his arms, not her. He loves you.

Or at least, that's what (Y/N) was telling herself to feel better.

As they walked into class to take their seats Dean Highbottom spoke up. “You two’s little excursion was in violation of about five different Academy rules, Mr. Snow and Miss. Cearo. Chief amongst them endangering Capital Students.” Coriolanus looked between the class and Dean Higbottom, his face reading one of shock.

“What? Who?” (Y/N) looked down at her shoes. She couldn't think of a single time either of them had been in trouble in class. Especially herself.

“Yourselves. I'm moving for the gamemakers to disqualify you both as mentors.” (Y/N)’s head shot up at that. Wovey.

“That’s not fair!” Her voice spoke before her brain caught up.

“You said we had to get our tributes to perform, not that we had to stay away!” Coriolanus fought back as well.

“I’ll add insubordination as well.” Dean Highbottom added, still not looking at either of them.

“Holding their hands, introducing them to people, guys. You make them look as if we’re one in the same.” Clemmie spoke up next, (Y/N) shooting a look at her from her seat.

“They both didn't show those people anything they didn't already know!” Serjanus spoke up next. The anger in his voice as a previous member of the districts. (Y/N) felt bad for what was happening now.

“I don't need your help, Serjanus.” Coriolanus’ voice sounded angry too. This was all getting out of hand, but he went wrong.

“That the tributes are human beings, just like us.” Serjanus continued even though Coriolanus told him to stop.

“We just wanted to make sure our tributes knew we were there for them.” (Y/N) spoke up now, she knew this fighting was unnecessary but she was in this now too. At least for Wovey’s sake.

“It's because people know, deep down, that winning a war ten years ago doesn't justify starving people’s children, taking away their freedoms, their rights!” Serjanus’ voice was rocky at the end, his feelings on the matter strong. They knew the games were wrong. No one wanted to admit it but him.

“Snow fell down in the cage. It fell down in the cage but it landed.” Dr. Gauls' voice silenced the whole class. “On Stage.” She stepped down to the bleachers to look at the class.

“You're good at Games, Mr. Snow. You too Miss. Cearo.” She smiled at them and (Y/N) felt a shiver down her spine. “Maybe one day you'll be a gamemaker, like me.” (Y/N) knew she should take the praise as an honor, but she felt uneasy in the woman's presence.

“If the games continue at all.” Dean Highbottom replied to her, tapping mindlessly at his paper.

“Oh, they’ll continue. With performances like young Mr. Snow and Miss. Cearo in that zoo.” She stepped down a bit more, turning her attention to Corilanus and (Y/N). “and I came here to ask your star mentors a question.” The class around them started to mummer.

“What are the Hunger Games for?” Dr. Gaul may have said she asked you both, but her stare locked on Coriolanus. Which (Y/N) felt relief for.

“They are to punish the district for their uprising, to commemorate the end of the war.” Coriolansu answered.

“Commemorate the… dull dull dull.” Dr. Gual started. “Punishment can take many forms. Why not drop bombs! Cancel food shipments. Stage executions? Why Games?” She looked around the class now, waiting for an answer from Coriolanus.

“Shouldn't we be asking ourselves whether or not the games are right?” Serjanus spoke up again now. (Y/N) looked at him. He was right, but that's not what the games are for.

“You don't like my games?” Dr. Gaul now turned to Serjanus, eyes wide with interest. “Some of those kids were two years old when the war ended, the oldest of them only eight. The capitol is supposed to be everybody’s government now. It's supposed to protect us all. I don't see how making children fight against each other is protecting anyone!” “That sort of Sympathy may interfere with your mentoring assignment.” “Perhaps the Capital students are ill-suited to be mentoring tributes. Perhaps the game's times have passed.”

“The Hunger Games are a performative way to instill fear.” (Y/N) spoke up now. “After 13 was destroyed they were instilled as a reminder that the people, the rebels, who turn against the capital are against Panem in whole, and the capital will do what it takes to protect Panem.” (Y/N) looked up at Dr. Gaul, waiting for a reaction.

‘Now that's a different take Miss. Cearo. A strong one.” Dr. Gaul’s stare made (Y/N) uncomfortable to say the least, but all eyes were on her now.

“I say performative because theyre a show, you want us to have our tributes perform, you want people to be invested in the games. We were simply trying to push our tribute's popularity ratings by showing the capital who they're watching.”

“Dean Highbottom is wrong.” Now Coriolanus was speaking up. “My classmates too. Serjanus may be onto something though. Maybe we should be viewing those tributes as human beings. I mean you saw those kids at the zoo. They just wanted to get to know Lucy Grey. If we need people, we should be letting them get closer to the tributes before the games. To make the stakes personal. Who will watch the games if they care what happens to the tributes.” (Y/N) was proud of Coriolanus, he would make a great public relations specialist if not president.

“Everyone.” (Y/N) replied. “Everyone loves a good competition. Sports were popular in the old world, and maybe people chose and rooted for specific teams from each sport. Everyone wants someone to root for.”

“Especially if they thought the tribute they cared about had a chance of winning. We need people to invest.” (Y/N) was liking this side of Coriolanus, even if she knew it was just for the Plinth prize.

“Look, I know Lucy Grey may not win in the arena but if you give her a chance, I would bet the Plinth Prize she can win people’s attention.”

“I’d like you to write up a proposal of these thoughts tonight, Mr. Snow.” Dr. Gaul was gleaming at Coriolanus. Yeah, (Y/N) had spoken up too but she was okay with not having Dr. Gaul’s attention on her.

“Wait.” (Y/N) turned to Clems as she now stood up. “You mean you might actually use his ideas?” Now she was just feeling ignored.

“If it helps the ratings, why not.” Dr. Gaul replied with a eerily cheerful tone.

“Coriolanus and I are class partners, Dr. Gaul. We do all our assignments together.” (Y/N) watched as Dr. Gaul laughed at her friend.

“It'll be an interesting test.” She said as she began to walk out of the class.

This will be an interesting experience indeed, (Y/N) thought to herself.

#coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus x lucy gray #coriolanus x you #tbosas #hunger games tbosas #president snow #corionalus snow #tbosbas #ballad of songbirds and snakes #hunger games

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Could I request the 141 taskforce x reader with skin problems like eczema or psoriasis. If not maybe a x reader thats self conscious about their vitiligo

Little Butterfly

A/N: Hi Bestie! Thank you for this! Both my mother and I have psoriasis (mine's more limited to my scalp). But I'll include vitiligo as well. I'll do my best! Side note, I started writing something, but I overcomplicated it, so here is this. I'm sorry if it sucks lol

Master List (tag list at the bottom)

Task Force 141 (Price, Simon, Johnny, Kyle) x GN! Reader with Psoriasis & Vitiligo

Warnings: skin conditions; self-conscious; a sprinkle of angst; a sprinkle of fluff; and a whole lotta love; PLATONIC; SFW)

General Description of Appearance: Vitiligo patches on their temples, kinda looks like little (butterfly) wings, the rest is mostly on their back. Plaque Psoriasis is spread throughout their body (covers about 10% of their body, localized on their scalp, chest, and hands).

Captain John Price

The only one who knows the extent of psoriasis and vitiligo, because he's El Capitán.

Nicknamed you "Butterfly"

You hated that.

Stopped calling you that when you made a face.

He's the first to know when you have a flare up so you can spend the day resting, taking a saltwater bath, etc.

Has heard the words, but doesn't know squat shit about psoriasis or vitiligo, but it scares the shit out of him when you're out in the sun.

Always makes sure you got sunscreen, makes sure he has a bottle of SPF 75 on him and makes sure the rest of the team has the same.

Took way too long putting sunscreen on your back because he was looking at your vitiligo.

"Captain are you done yet??"

"o-Oh yeah, I'm done, sorry."

Helps you put ointment on your scalp

Got scared as hell when he saw you shed dead skin.

Gets on to you for picking on your skin, but is very much intrigued by it.

Keeps the rest of the team at bay in case they ask about your whereabouts or get onto you with nicknames or even ask you about your psoriasis.

Reads more about it. Probably knows more about it more than you do at this point, like Johnny.

Lt. Simon "Ghost" Riley

Like Captain Price, doesn't know squat shit about vitiligo or psoriasis

No. He genuinely doesn't know what either of those words mean until you asked him if y'all could stop by one of the nurse's stations to pick up some meds and overheard you talking to the nurse about your psoriasis.

He watched as you showed the nurse your hands and the back of your ears, seeing little red patches on them. He made a mental note of it, but didn't ask, despite his curiosity.

Noticed that you'd not show up to certain (de)briefings, or trainings. Didn't think of it at first, then asked Price about it, who just said not to worry about it.

Keeps calling you "Birdy" - also stopped when you made a face. Gives death glares that shoot lasers when someone else nicknames you anything remotely related to a bird, insect, or other winged creature.

Got really worried when he caught you in the gym alone and he saw the rest of your vitiligo and more of your psoriasis.

"Y/N, are you ok? Go to the doctor now."

"W-What, why?"

He pointed at your skin, "Doctor. Now."

"Are you serious? It's my psoriasis, Simon..."

"Your w-what?"

"Psoriasis." His eyes widened when you showed him up close. Then turned around and showed him your back, "Vitiligo. The medicine I picked up the other day is for my psoriasis."

Still confused. You briefly explained what they were and a lightbulb went off in his head.

Again still confused, but was more alert of how you behaved regarding the two, especially your psoriasis.

Shoved his bottle of sunscreen in your face that he got from Price when he knows y'all are going to spend a lot of time outside.

Barely lets you go outside when y'all are in Las Almas without getting on to you.

Sgt. Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

Knows exactly what psoriasis is, has a cousin that has it, so he's very familiar with it. But doesn't ask any questions.

Gives you weird ass advice about how to deal with it because he doesn't think the medicines you take for your psoriasis will actually help.

Like Price, freaks out when you shed dead skin

Unlike Price and Simon, does not call you a nickname and is ready to fight if someone looks at you sideways

Guard Dog

Will put sunscreen on you without you asking

Laughs at you when you get mad at him

"Yer skin is your biggest organ, Lad/Lassie, need to protect it."

If and when he accompanies you to pick up your ointments, he'll argue with the nurse or doctor to make sure you get the right one or that it's too strong, to it's not wrong enough.

Like he's ready to fight the doctor about it.

When y'all are bored, you let him color in the little vitiligo patches on your back - think "Elmer the Patchwork Elephant" by David McKee

Sgt. Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Also has no clue what either skin condition is, but is respectful and says nothing.

Caught you having a flare up and dragged you to the nurse, then felt bad when both you and the nurse scolded him,

Literally has no clue what to do - thus making you feel even more stressed out, which freaks him out even more

both of you are stressin

freaking out

Price has to come in and calm both of y'all down

Price put Kyle in a time out while he makes sure you're ok

Gets a booklet from Price to learn about psoriasis.

Apologizes, and asks a lot of questions and makes sure you're ok, especially when you have flare ups.

Still gets freaked out.

Does not want to help you with your ointment, but will watch when Johnny or Price helps you

Asks way too many questions

Thinks your vitiligo is cute - accidentally called you his little giraffe and Simon and Johnny nearly shot lasers out they eyes while Price covered your ears.

Kyle knows not to call you any nicknames. Doesn't even think it.

Like the others, will shot lasers out his eyes if anyone even thinks about calling you a nickname.

Literally thinks you're made of glass and sometimes forget you're a whole ass soldier.

Anyways.

Everybody:

Eventually

Against your will, but you just sigh and accept it

Your nickname will be "Butterfly"

Price will call you his/the team's "Little Butterfly" - we all know you're his Little Butterfly

Johnny and Kyle will call you "Fly" to mess with you

Simon will smack the back of their heads.

You are "Butterfly"

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Short Story Part 7

I looked all around the yard and there was no sign of uncle Joey or Brick.

My uncle Tommy had stripped down to his diaper, plastic pants and a tee shirt that was at least one size too small for him exposing the thick black curly hair that ran from his bellybutton down into his creamy white plastic pants.

His diaper was obscenely wet in the front and quite heavy in the back. Every now and then I could see him pooping a little a more.

Meanwhile his boys Mike and Danny had shucked their shorts too and were now playing soccer in nothing but thick terry cloth training pants with babyish prints on them. Around their waistbands I could see their diapers poking out.

I wanted to go play with them but I was so boned up from watching my uncle mess his diaper like a toddler, I didn’t dare stand up.

Just then uncle Tommy said, “hey kiddo, run and get me stuffed or two from my bag before I spring a leak here.”

Alright I said trying to act casual.

I turned quickly and walked straight toward the house. At this point my dick was at full mast and with my soaked diaper, my white basketball shorts looked like a circus tent. As I slid the glass door open, I ran straight into Brick.

Well HELLO, he said exaggeratedly looking directly at my bulging shorts.

“Is that a banana in your diaper or you just happy to see me?”

Hahaha, “I just came to get Tommy some stuffers, I mumbled pushing past him. His hand grazing the front of diaper.

Leaning in a little he said, n low a voice, “let me know if you need someone to change your diaper, adding, your uncle told me how he changes you.”

I was speechless.

I grabbed a couple of stuffers and ran out the door. I carried them in front of me hoping to hide my erection at least a little.

Thanks kid, said my uncle sliding both stuffers down the front of his diaper. There, he said, “that ought hold me for little bit.”

“Your uncle Tommy has a huge pile of shit in his diaper,” he said referring to himself in the third person. “And he just wants to enjoy it for a while.”

At that point I almost blurted out that I’d already pooped in mine to but instead I said, “where’s Joey?”

Didn’t he tell you? He drove to pick up your cousin Marco from the train station. He’s going to spend the summer here. “You’re getting a roommate buddy! Cousin Marco from Sicily.

Don’t worry he added, all the Rossi boys have the curse. We’re hung like horses but the plumbing isn’t worth a damn.

A few minutes later, the gate opened and my uncle Joey and Marco came in each dragging a giant suitcase. I could believe how beautiful he was and given that the front of jeans looked like he smuggling a melon, I guessed it had been a long trip.

As I stood up to go greet them, I could feel a very large firm log forcing its way out and piling on top of the other load in my diaper.

I thought my dick was going explode it was so hard.

Just then my uncle Joey and Marco walked over to me with. My uncle then introduced my cugino Marco. He shook my hand politely saying, “pia chair ay” which, as I found out, piacere is Italian for nice to meet you.

To be continued…

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Prologue- The Feud Train

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Prologue

September first, 2017

It was finally Rose's first year at Hogwarts. To say she was excited would be an understatement. She was ecstatic to start her courses and learn everything she could. Her family, the Weasley’s, were able to give her a little taste of what was in store for the next seven years. Hermione Granger-Weasley would not allow her daughter to not have the magic and non-magic experience, naturally.

Rose was enrolled into a muggle school until she turned 11. She had basic understanding in all subjects, excelling in English and Math. Her parents had no doubts she would thrive at Hogwarts.

They reached the train station, where she would meet with Albus and James Potter. Together they would cross the platform. Rose Weasley grew up with all her cousins, but she was quite close to Albus Potter specifically, her no-nonsense personality going well with his easy-going-but-sensible one. Though they were quite young, in Rose’s opinion, people rarely change after a certain age, and she doubted both Albus and her would change much. Maybe in knowledge and wits. (Oh how wrong and sure she was at eleven years old)

“Are you ready for a life-changing journey that we may or may not come to hate in a few weeks?” Albus posed the question as they stood next to each other, waiting for their parents to finish greeting one another. Rose rolled her eyes, grinning widely.

“I doubt it! Hogwarts is magical and will probably be the greatest thing we ever experience,” she dismissed enthusiastically.

“So much confidence for a pesky first year,” James teased as he was going back for his second year. He bore so many expectations set from his father’s time, not by his father, but by Hogwarts. You see, by Harry Potter’s second year, he had defeated Voldemort twice and shown up to school in a bloody flying car. But knowing James Potter, he would never let the crippling expectations get the best of him. He was setting his own records with his best friend and cousin Fred II of becoming the new generation of pranksters. With the way things were going, they might beat the Weasley twins' score by the end of their seventh year. Fred Weasley’s dad would not be disappointed, as he is part of that legacy.

“Nothing you say will change the fact that Hogwarts will be the best years of my life,” Rose retorted. “Oh man, I can't wait to go!” Lily whined as she lightly stomped on the floor next to James. Hugo stuck out his tongue at her as she whined. He only had one more year to go, too.

“You will in two years’ time,” James quipped, ruffling her hair with affection. Despite being a twelve-year-old boy, he wasn't cruel to his sister. Mostly because he was deadly afraid of being hexed by his mother (Ginny bat bogey hex Weasley) and didn't see a point to it. Yes, he was a prankster, but that meant he wanted to bring

smiles to peoples’ faces, not frowns. He shook his head at Hugo, grabbed his neck, and ruffled the red hair there with his knuckles. Hugo grumbled as he broke free from the older boy.

“Alright, it's time to cross over! Everyone got their luggage? Their pets?” Ginny checked her two sons as she took Lily's hand in her own. Then looked at Rose with a smile as she checked with her, too. Albus had chosen a small Golden retriever from Curious Creatures, while Rose chose a Siamese kitten, barely bigger than the size of her palm. Rose checked on the cat in her cage, curled up in the corner against some toys Rose bought for her. Albus and Rose spent a whole day picking and naming their pets. That memory might be one of Rose’s favorites and most prized possessions. Albus named his puppy Duke, while Rose named her kitten Nala.

They reached the platform in between 9 and 10, and Harry nudged James to take the lead. Rolling his luggage trolley straight towards the wall, James disappeared as soon as the cart made contact. Now, it’s their turn. Albus put his cart in position, threw a grin at Rose, and ran in after his brother. Rose took a deep breath and followed. Crossing to the other side, the difference was immediate. Still incredibly loud, whistles going off every 20 minutes, but somehow the noise seems to be enchanted. Like it was charmed to sound more soothing and less obnoxious.

Her aunts, uncles, and parents, with Lily in tow, came up right behind her. Fred was waiting for James by his parents, grinning as he spotted the emerging group.

As they reached the point, everyone began saying their goodbyes.

“You’re going to do great, Rosie,” Ron reassured, seeing his daughter’s nervous smile and squeezing her closely in her arms.

“No matter what, we are very proud of you,”

Hermione followed, giving her daughter a tight hug and a lopsided smile. Rose caught Mr. Potter lowering to his son’s height, (which in hindsight he wasn't that small, definitely taller now) leveling with him and whispering something. Probably something about Hogwarts Houses. Rose mentally shook her head. Albus worries for no reason, he will do great in any house. It would be disheartening if they weren't in the same house, but she is sure they can make their friendship work, whatever happens.

“Look who it is.” Ron pointed out a family of four, a dark brown haired woman with a thinning face, a small girl that had bright brown eyes, and a thin man crowned by blond hair coupled with a receding hairline. (apparently, but for the record Draco Malfoy was a very handsome man, don't let Ron Weasley’s opinion taint that)

“So that's little Scorpius,” Ron mused, looking at the fourth installment of their family. A moderately sized boy who had identical hair to his father and eyes just as cold.

“Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank Merlin, you inherited your mother's brains!” With brows lifted high, Ron made a point to give Rose an intense look followed by a quick wink. The ends of Rose’s lips quirked up at her father’s confidence and humor. He was only half-joking, but Hermione slapped her husbands’ arm, scolding him. Rose’s lips curved to a small smile.

“Don't turn them against each other before they even start school!” Ron only nodded, not paying attention to his wife’s warning.

“Well, don't get too friendly with him, though. Grandad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a Malfoy.” (because honestly, Arthur would be more appalled by a Malfoy than a pureblood. And by the way, they totally finesse Grandad Weasley because Albus is the one that introduces Scorpius into the family and then Rose marries him so)

“Ron!” Rose fondly rolled her eyes at her parents’ tactics, landing on the boy in question. He didn't seem interesting to her at all, just a normal boy. If normal boys gelled their hair to pull so far back like an old man’s hairstyle sort of way. She mentally shook her thoughts away, focusing on other things like petting Nala. Though she wouldn’t heed her father’s warning seriously, she wasn't going to actively seek out the old-man-hair boy to be her friend.

Soon everyone was done with their goodbyes and the enrolled were boarding the train. Rose, Albus, and James met up with family friends before finding an empty compartment to settle their pets and themselves. Percy Wood greeted them, taking the open seat next to Rose.

“I won't stay for long, I want to play exploding snaps with Fred.” James paused, looking at the two first years in front of him.

“Try to make friends, yeah? It's not as scary as it seems,'' James beamed a genuine smile, which, suffice to say, is a very rare occurrence. (then Albus proceeds to make friends with Scorpius bloody Malfoy) Albus nodded, smiling at his brother through the churning nervousness bubbling in his stomach right now. James excused himself soon enough, leaving to find his own friends.

A minute later, Alice was scrambling in, out of breath. Rose lit up at the sight of her childhood friend.

“We almost missed the train! Mum and dad took forever getting their luggage in the car,” plopping next to Albus with a huff. Grinning, Albus bumped her shoulder, but the playfulness soon ran short. A shrewd shriek sounded out. The train was going to take off soon. Silence came over the room, everyone’s thoughts on the uncertainty of what was to come or not to come, apprehension filling the space that the lack of banter left void.

Soon, a soft knock resounded, disturbing the quiet in the small compartment. Rose and Albus suddenly came back to reality, the sound snapping them out from their aggressive daydreaming. The boy knocking is Scorpius Malfoy. Although eleven years old, the air surrounding Scorpius exuded someone who knows exactly who they are and what they wanted.

“Can I sit here? Everywhere else was full,” his high-pitched, youthful voice asked, starkly contrasting his mature aura. Albus gave a shy nod and an even shier smile. The blond boy came in and settled his identical cage that Albus had next to him on the floor, in it was the smallest white puppy. The cute puppy started the conversation when Albus asked for his name, and Scorpius Malfoy responded with Apollo.

Rose opted to stay quiet, hoping to go unnoticed by the blond boy and be able to sit in peace the entire ride to Hogwarts. Putting her plan into motion just as the train did the same, Rose pulled out a book as the train pulled out the station. It was a muggle fiction book. They were not uncommon as the magical world started adopting more muggle technology and culture into their lives. Currently, she is reading a very popular series about demigods.

Throughout the whole ride to the castle, Percy, Albus, Alice, and Scorpius made small talk, but she wasn't paying too much attention as all her focus was on reading. Albus tried to include her in the conversation. A futile effort. He gave up pretty easily, knowing that it was impossible to get Rose to pay attention to anything else than a book if it was within a 6 feet radius of her. (she realizes later that the reason Scorpius started to annoy the shit out of her is because she gave him no attention whatsoever in their first meeting, neither negative nor positive. And that irked him enough to start a whole ass rivalry.

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#halie #scorpius and rose #scorpius malfoy #rose weasley and scorpius malfoy #rose weasley x scorpius malfoy #scorose #scorose fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #next gen hp #hp fandom #hp fanfic #hp #harry potter

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Bewitching Monsters - Multi-Monster Special 2

Series Rating: 18+ Chapter Contains: swearing, sexual scenes, alcohol Pairing: variety

BeMo Masterlist ☆ Writing Masterlist

Thank you for reading this story to the end—especially those of you who have been here since early on. Since this is the last arc for this series, I decided not to go by my usual chapter length constraints, so enjoy this extra-long chapter. This series has been such a mixed bag to write; overall, I’m happy where it has ended up. At this time, I do not plan on writing any more stories for these characters.

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Notes: To be clear, a slate is equivalent to a smartphone. I haven’t talked too much of the tech-side of this world, so I wanna make sure there isn’t confusion about what exactly I’m talking about when it comes up in this chapter, since it’s an important detail. Also, selachii = shark anthromorph & cetacean = whale/dolphin anthromorph; I literally just them made up based on the scientific classifications. Inkdine = an undine of the cephalopod (aka inkfish) variety (also made up by me because I just didn’t feel like using “octomaid” or anything similar); come in a variety of anatomy layouts, so imagine whatever tentacled hottie you want.

Alt pronouns used: xe/xem/xir/xirs/xemself [in comparison to: they/them/their/theirs/themself]

THEO:

The ocean. I couldn’t believe I was going to see the ocean. So much of my life had felt like a dream since meeting Witch, and especially since moving in with her. I felt spoiled to go on this trip with them. To be treated to a beach-appropriate wardrobe by Witch’s friend, Willow.

More than a handful of times I thought to change my mind about going. It all felt too much. But that would ruin it for them, wouldn’t it? And that felt worse. Every time I felt like staying home, curled up on the couch, I’d scold myself that I moved in with Witch for a reason. I didn’t come here to stay in my usual patterns. I came here for newness. To grow. To see the world and change. As a mothfolk, one would think I’d be accustomed with change. Yet no. All of my decades of adulthood were spent in a fairly consistent cycle.

I was determined to put myself out there.

And so the three of us went to Flordora to meet up with another of Witch’s friends, a naga named Quendi. Xe met us at the train station. Negoni wasn’t far from Flordora, but it’d be easier to travel via train, what with everyone’s luggage and Quendi’s mobility aid.

As we made our way over to the second train, Quendi jumped right into a conversation that I couldn’t believe xe was having so openly in public. “So you gonna hook up with Kashga again while you’re here?” xe directed at Witch.

She shot an abashed look at xem.

“What?! She never told us about this,” Caera interjected before Witch could respond. “Who’s Kashga?”

“My cousin.”

“How the fuck…” Witch trailed off. Her comment drowning out Caera’s whispered aside thatshe really got a thing for cousins.

“One: bitch I know you. And two: the itch isn’t the only thing that runs in the family.” Xe flashed a dubious look, then cackled as realization twisted Witch’s expression into a furious glare.

“Fucker. You’ve had an amber sensitivity all this time?! Why did you never say anything?”

Xe shrugged. “Well when you first made it for me, I didn’t know you that well and it was a bit embarrassing to bring up. But then I kinda turned it in my favor and got into sex work, so… yeah.”

“So glad I could be your catalyst,” she said flatly.

“Anyways—if I heard her correctly,” xe pointed at Caera, “who’s this other cousin you fucked?”

“By the gods, I’m disowning you both!” Witch declared as she picked up her pace and started marching ahead of all us.

Caera sidled up to Quendi. “So it was her main hookup’s late-wife’s adopted cousin.”

“What the fuck?” Xe shook xir head and called up to Witch, “Trying to stretch that connection thin much?”

Witch stopped and whipped around. “It wasn’t intended! I knew Imdes well before I met Valzok, but I didn’t know their connection till after Val and I got together!”

Quendi’s face brightened with so much delight. “Blessed gods, that Imdes?” Witch’s body language said it all. Xe cackled again. “About damn time you jumped on that.”

“Can we stop talking about my sex life now?” Witch pleaded.

“That entirely depending on if you’re gonna hook up with more people on this vaca,” Caera said with a saucy little wiggle. “Us included—I’m absolutely putting that out on the table now, so bow out now if you’re not game.”

“Disowned.”

With a dramatic flair, Caera draped herself on Witch’s shoulders and pouted her lip. “But Mistress, I brought all of my attachments.”

“Extra disowned!” Witch shrugged her off and yet again started walking faster to separate herself from us.

“You have attachments?” Quendi asked, reasonably confused.

“Perks of the doll I possess: I have interchangeable genitals.”

“Oh shit? Well fuck Witch, I’m adopting you now,” xe laughed.

They all got along so well. Banter flowed easily between them.

And then there was me, silently hanging out in the back of the group, only watching, not contributing anything. I was the odd one out for multiple reasons… but I did my best to hide it. I didn’t want to ruin the moment. So I put on the usual soft smile I wore and continued to follow.

But when we settled into our private cabin on the train, I was called out. Discretely at first. Witch leaned over and whispered to me, “Everything okay? You seem tense.”

“Oh, no no no. I’m fine,” I reassured, waving my hands dismissively.

“You don’t need to hide things from me, Theo.” She placed her hand on mind. Squeezed. She was close enough to kiss and her warmth was so inviting. “This vacation is for all of us to enjoy.”

“Well, I… You see. I’ve never… I can’t…” The words weren’t coming out. I’ve never admitted this to anyone. I’ve never had anyone who I felt admitting it to. I steadied myself, then tried again. “I can’t have sex. Penetration, even just fingers, is too painful. So…”

“Shit, and we just spent this whole time talking about sex. I’m so sorry, Theo. We’ll definitely change topics. Sorry.”

“No. Please. It’s okay. I don’t mind hearing about it. I just… can’t relate to any of your stories.” And this was when I noticed the other two were absolutely listening in. Oh no. I did my best to hide in my fluff. Ugh! The vacation hadn’t officially begun yet and I’ve already embarrassed myself.

The others whispered a bit, then Quendi and Witch excused themselves from the cabin. Caera moved to sit beside me. “If you’ll permit me, there’s something I’d like to try with you.”

“Try what?”

Her doll went limp then she spoke from my other side. “To pleasure you. You see, when I move through someone...” I felt a tingly warmth in my right shoulder. Then it vanished. “They feel it. And I can make you feel it a lot.”

I was beyond overwhelmed. This was all so sudden. Did they all really think I could say yes to this so easily? I wasn’t like them. I couldn’t just hook up with a friend.

Could I…?

“I… We can try.”

Caera hummed in delight. Her warmth soon filled me in a way I was not used to. For the first time, I didn’t feel any pain. What I did feel though… It gave me the heady feeling like when I fly; the shiver of a new winter breeze; the lethargy of lying in the summer sun. With every shudder and whimper, the sensations grew more intense. Caera definitely knew what she was doing. I started to feel tingly, and the squirming need to… relieve myself. Was this normal? It was all such a mix of new sensations and emotions, I had trouble focusing on letting myself enjoy it all—were all of these feelings supposed to be enjoyed? I wanted to enjoy this. I really did. And I didn’t want my first time to end so quickly.

But this was too much at once.

“O-ooh, slow down slow down slow down,” I gasped with shuddering breaths. Caera immediately backed off, shifting back into her doll. “I… I think I need to go much more slowly. Everything just feels like… a lot right now.”

“No worries,” she reassured. “I did kinda just dive into the deep end with everything. Appologies.” Her warmth began swirling in lazy strokes up and down my inner thighs. “I do enjoy a slow, drawn-out edge. Do you want to hold off on further play until the hotel?”

“That would be preferable.” Then I thought like them. “Though, if you’re only doing this, I… I might be able to handle it.”

Caera smiled wickedly at me. Her warmth left again as she got up and went to call the other two back. She returned to her seat next to me. She took out a book, inconspicuously holding in her lap and hunching over to read it, all while she started casually teasing me again. This pace was much easier to handle. I could even hold a conversation with all of them while Caera did it.

I had a new understanding of some of the stories I’ve heard about my companions’ exploits. This discrete play was exciting.

CAERA:

“Caera, stop working. This is a vacation,” Witch said as she stretched out and tested one of the beds. “Relax.”

Her words did not stop me as I put away everyone’s clothes in the wardrobe and toiletries in the bathroom. “Providing service is relaxing for me, Mistress.”

“Fine. But no titles at least.”

I chuckled to myself. We’ll see how she feels when we surely hookup during this trip. Thinking about it, Quendi would probably be into titles. What ones did xe use though? I’d need to ask about that soon. For now, I focused on making sure everyone settled in before we got to the enjoyable parts of the vacation. And not just the sex. Now that Theo dipped her toes into our slutty pool, I couldn’t wait for her to wade in deeper—especially with how cute and sweet her reactions were. And feeling those reactions… being a ghost had its perks.

Once we were unpacked, we got ready to go to the beach. Well, just three of us; Theo wasn’t fond of prolonged sun exposure and also wanted to take a nap. I guess I wore her out a bit on the train ride. I insisted Witch and Quendi put on sunscreen before getting dressed—to properly protect their skin. I was more than happy to help both of them. Witch quickly finished, because she refused to let me rub in the sunscreen all on my own. I got to apply Quendi’s all on my own at least. Xir scales were so smooth. When I asked about if xir scales could get sunburned, xe explained that it was more so to protect xir scales from drying out and exacerbating their condition. I made sure to take extra care to rub xem with extra care. Witch offered additional assistance but I shooed her off. It was time for me to start bonding with her friend. With my newfriend. Quendi seemed to delight in the attention too.

“Should we just give you two the room for a couple hours, or what?” Witch teased as she leaned against the doorframe, giving us a look.

“I do have some self-control, you know,” I sassed back.

“Says the one who offered to ghost-fuck Theo on the train ride here.”

Well… I had no defense for that.

I finished up and we headed out. I had been to the beach a few times before with Annika. So many things were different now. Especially me. When we reached the sand, I was ready to lay out towels and put up the umbrella, but a different feeling hit me.

The large span of the roaring ocean stopped me in my tracks. It had been so long since I was this near such a mass of water. It left me feeling… I couldn’t put words to it.

Witch grabbed my arm and started pulling me back. “Shit, I’m so sorry. I didn’t think,” she instantly apologized. “Let’s go to the spa instead.”

I was too frozen in the white noise of my thoughts to respond. The fog cleared by the hotel lobby. I pulled back, just enough to get Witch to stop dragging me along. The two of us quietly stood there as Quendi caught up. Xe was the one who broke the ice. “What’s going on? Why’d we bolt back inside?”

I could feel Witch’s gaze bouncing between us, unsure if she should speak up. This wasn’t a topic I was expecting to talk about during this trip. We found a quit nook off to the side. Then I told Quendi.

“I didn’t think the ocean would bother me so much. I know that it makes sense that it would but it was just… never something I thought about. I’ve never been around any substantial bodies of water since—until now. And when we decided on this vacation to the beach, I only thought about my past trips with my previous Mistress.”

“I still feel bad for not even thinking about it,” Witch said. “We can forgo all the beach-stuff and come up with something else. There’s plenty else in this city to do.”

Her concern was warming. I knew she’d do everything she could to help me—or any of us—to be at ease. To feel safe. I shook my head and answered her, “I don’t want to ruin this for everyone; I’m perfectly fine sitting out of some activities. I’ll find some other—”

“It’s not going to ruin our vacation to make accommodations for you,” she cut me off. “Especially ones I should’ve considered from the very beginning.”

“I’m going to interrupt here,” Quendi spoke up, “and feel free not to answer but—is there a specific aspect of the ocean that’s triggering you?” Xe threw a glance at Witch. “Something we could figure a workaround for?”

I closed my eyes and really thought on it. What made this different than when it rained? Than drawing a bath? Than being elbow deep in a basin of laundry?

Finally, I answered. “I think… it’s the vastness. The sheer mass of it all, with it’s roaring and coldness.” I shivered involuntarily, thinking about the river. “I guess being able to feel temperature within this doll has some drawbacks.”

Witch and Quendi exchanged another glance. They had been whispering to each other while I had been thinking too. It was the train all over again. Quendi took my hand and started leading me away, saying xe had something xe needed my help with. I glanced over my shoulder and watched Witch leave the hotel. All my questions about either of their plans were ignored. I resigned to letting Quendi drag me back up to our suite.

“Okay, tell me what’s going on already,” I demanded.

Quendi held up a finger then dug through some of xir things. Xe tossed me xir slate. And also started changing clothes. “I want you to help me with a photoshoot.”

“And while you’re distracting me with this, what is dear Witch up to?”

Xe held up a single finger to xir lips, then finished sliding xir top off over xir head. “Is that what you want to focus on right now?”

I couldn’t help but chuckle a little. “Alright, I concede. How may I serve you, Dearest?” I asked with a flourishing curtsy.

“Be a good little pervert and start taking photos.”

“Any certain type you’d prefer, Dearest?”

Xe shook xir head dismissively and crossed xir arms, squishing xir boobs together. “Whatever you feel like. It’ll be nice to see the kind of set new eyes will come up with.”

“Mmm. And does the photographer get to keep a copy of the shoot?”

Xe moved in close and ran a hand down the center of my chest, xir fingers hooking into the band of my skirt. “Not all. But I don’t mind sending some of the best ones over. And of course you’d get any that you end up in as well.”

“Oh?” I raised the slate above us as I untied the drawstring on my skirt in one, swift jerk and pulled away from xem far enough to—hopefully—get a good shot of xir breasts and my dick now sticking up out of my skirt. “And to what extent can I be in these pictures, my Dearest?”

“As long as you stop when I say stop, you’re free to experiment and find out.”

How did Witch not introduce us sooner?

I gently pushed xem back onto xir mobility aid. Xe settled in, coiled xir tail up, and waited expectantly for what I’d do next. I stepped out of my skirt—now pooled around my ankles—and moved in closer. I began poking and teasing xir boobs with my dick. Taking a few pictures as I did[EC1] . Then I slid it between, let out a little lube, and started fucking xir tits. Xe helped by squishing them together. I squirted out a bit more lube to make xir tits even slicker and shinier.

“Convenient. Can you squirt anything else?”

“The cum lube is for later, Dearest.”

Quendi leaned forward and stuck out xir tongue, flicking it across my tip as I thrusted towards her face. “How much do you have?”

I laughed. “Hopefully enough to sate your greedy ass.”

“As a naga, I technically don’t have an ass,” xe sassed.

“And here I was looking forward to spanking you.”

“Well, there are other things you can spank.”

I reached forward and ran my fingers through xir hair, cupped the back of xir head, and started guiding xem down on my dick. Xir mouth obligingly opened wide. Didn’t break eye contact. Took me down to the base. “I guess it’ll depend on how long Witch takes to see if I get to or not.”

I kept my hand on the back of xir head, but didn’t have to do any work. Xe was very good with bobbing up and down on me all on xir own. But how was xir gag reflex? Timing it with xem putting back, I elongated my cock. Then I pushed xir head down. Xir wide eyes flashed up at me, shocked by both my action and the sudden size change. But xe didn’t struggle. Beyond the initial gag as xir throat bulged and adjusted to accommodate me, xe continued to easily take me to my base.

Things got a lot more slobbery. And loud. Quendi was really getting into it and started moaning. I was enjoying the show too much to care if we woke Theo, or if Witch was back yet—and oh what a show it was. Xe really knew how to capture and direct one’s focus. Hopefully the photos I was taking were up to xir standards.

If not, then I guess we’d have to reshoot.

Speaking of shooting… I fisted my hair in xir hair, gentle tugged xir head back, then made a pretty mess all over xir pretty face. Xe posed for me. First looking still lost in a lusty daze; then smiling like a pleased cum slut. Xe caught a bit that dripped off xir face and licked it off their fingers.

“Wait—this is flavored?!”

I laughed. “Yeah. Why not?”

“How have I never thought of flavoring my cum lube before? I’m definitely doing this now. You need to tell me what you use.”

“Yeah yeah, shut up you hoes,” Witch interrupted. We both looked over at her. She was just standing up, so she had to have been here awhile—voyeur. “Whenever you’re ready, Ceara, I have a potion I want you to try. But first,” she walked up to me and opened her palm; in it were some petals, each a different color, “pick one.”

“Pink.”

She added the petal into a potion bottle, swirled it around as she said some magic words, then handed it to me. “This should help you deal with the ocean. It’s temporary, so I’ll be making more while we’re here. So don’t hesitate to let me know of any alterations it needs.”

“So this is what Quendi was distracting me from.”

“Very much so, because I was making it in the bathroom.”

I raised an accusatory brow at her. But I didn’t tease her this time; I was too touched by her love and kindness. Yet again she’s done so much for me. I held the bottle to my chest. “Thank you.”

“Sooo, are we not going to do anything else?” Quendi spoke up.

Witch raised both her hands, palms out, and started walking towards the door. “My job is done, so I’m going to the spa. Y’all do what you want.” And she left.

I looked at Quendi, watched a large drop of the cum lube drip off xir cheek onto xir boobs. “Yeah… I’m not done with you yet.”

Xe smiled wide. “Mmm. And what do you have planned for me next?”

Good question. I wasn’t quite sure what I wanted to do with xem next. I didn’t want to bring out all the surprises on the first day here. And I didn’t want to push xem too much, since I didn’t know all xir limits yet. I went to my bag and dug out a hank of rope.

“Oh. No rope,” xe apologized. “I have silk sashes in my bags if you want to restrain me. If you need to knot them, they have to be against whatever you tie me to, not my body.”

“Very well, Dearest.” With the proper restrains in hand, I guided xir into position, then draped the ribbons over xir wrists and tail.

“You’re not gonna tie them?”

“I don’t need to tie you down to restrain you. I’m sure you’ll behave perfectly well and stay how I’ve arranged you.” Xe smiled excitingly. We’ll see how long that smiled lasted once I actually started.

I ran my fingers down over xir abdomen, the start of their scaly tail, then back up, gliding them side to side. More so trying to find xir slit than tease xem. But apparently naga could part their slits at will—or xe could at least. I slowly circled the edge of xir lips, spreading xir wetness around. Strands clung to my fingers as I pulled my hand away. I wiped them on my dick.

The look on xir face when I detached my dick was quite amusing. Though it was more fun watching xem fall into bliss as I slowly slid it inside. Pumped it in and out. Pushed it as deep as xir body would yield.

And then left it like that. For ten seconds. Thirty. A minute. Xe squirmed impatiently, being mindful to not disturb the silks. Good. If xe had shifted them, I would’ve waited longer before turning on the vibrator. I sat back on a chair across from xem and composed my expression to not give away each adjustment I made to how my dick moved inside xir dripping pussy. I doubt xe expected just how capable it was when detached from me. All the things I could make it do with just a thought, thanks to some magic Witch helped Thorald with. And so it whirred and whirred. Gentle then strong then gentle again, in no predictable pattern. Then I let it slowly intensify. Getting xem closer to xir breaking point with every panting moan they made.

If we hadn’t already woken Theo from her nap, Quendi definitely did when I finally pushed her to come.

QHENDI:

Witch was a completely different person. In the best of ways. I had noticed it to a degree when she was helping Kashga. Now that we were on vacation and everyone was relaxed, I could really see how she shined. There was more joy lighting up her eyes; less anxiety pressing her small; an all-around confidence that didn’t feel like a façade.

Of course, I also enjoyed how much more openly corrupt she was—and her friend/maid, too. Hearing about some of their escapades while Caera had some fun with Theo on the train, I made it my mission for us to have four-way by the end of this trip. Thinking of ways to make that happen though…

I definitely got distracted and needed some of my own escapades.

This time of year, Negoni was flooded with options. And because of that, I felt picky. And not just for myself. While this trip was planned together, I gave myself the job of Dalliance Coordinator—or, to be more fun, Co-whore-dinator. If I detected any subpar mates, I’d quickly chase them off.

We settled onto the beach and the hunt began. Caera, now able to handle the beach with the help of Witch’s potion, was an absolute showoff. Though I’d be too if I could wear a swimsuit like hers. It was a monokini, barely more than a few stings; but what made it extra interesting was the back part of the crotch was attached to a butt plug—we dubbed it a plugkini. She tried to get Witch to wear a matching one. But Witch refused. For now. She conceded to wear it at some point during the vacation—perhaps I could convince her to take some photos in it, too.

While Caera vamped and flirted, Witch disappeared into the sea. She was far more interested in swimming than getting to know anyone. A shame. But that didn’t stop me from following her eye line when she would surface for air. Like me, she watched Caera off and on. And an orc and elf couple down the way. A selachii surfing the waves—

Ooh, they were fine. Thick with fat and muscle. Surely, they could handle me well. I’d make such a game out of watching them struggle to do so without their rough skin hurting my sensitive scales. Though the real challenge would be them resisting their propensity towards biting. Well… maybe I could handle a little biting.

The subject of my musings started coming out of the water. They waved to someone; I turned to see who.

The only thing better than one fat hottie, was a friend group with more.

The pod was a mix of cetaceans, selachii and selkies—based on the fur peeking out of one’s bag. I could only hope that their group was remotely like ours. Doubtful. But a ho could dream. And fantasize about the gangbang we could have.

Time to break the ice at least. “Hey there!” I called and waved at them. “Care to give me a little help?”

The group exchanged looks, then slowly trickled over. “What can we do or ya?” the black and white cetacean asked.

“Would and of you mind carrying me to the water? My mobile has trouble on the sand, as it is. And I don’t wanna risk it getting damaged by the water.”

“Yeah, sure. No problem.” They picked me up with barely a struggle. Their cool skin on mine sent a shiver through me, making them smirk. I smiled back. I draped my arms around their massive shoulders. To make sure I didn’t fall of course; not because I wanted to slyly touch their arms. “Hey, Brin. Help carry their tail so it doesn’t drag.”

I didn’t bother correcting their pronoun use. Whatever might end up happening between us wouldn’t last long enough to for it to matter. And why argue when more thick arms were holding me? I couldn’t help but giggle in delight. Especially when I met Witch’s gaze and she rolled her eyes at me.

The pod ended up being quite friendly. They unquestionably added me into their little games; and Caera when she soon joined us. Some even flirted with us. Brin, one of the selkie, and Alika, the selachii surfer, invited us to join them at a local club that night. Apparently, it had the best red lounge in town—though, I’d be the judge of that. Caera had never been to one, and so I doubted Witch or Theo had either, which made it even more exciting.

With the addition of a semi-sheer overskirt, we convinced Witch to wear the plugkini to the club that night. Caera almost twinned, but ended up wearing a fishnet bodysuit instead. As expected, Theo was the most conservative of us and wore a flowy, little dress—at least she let us alter it a bit shorter.

We arrived early to pregame before our new friends arrived. Also, so I could teach them the rules of red lounges:

First, consent is key. Violators will immediately be kicked out and banned. One method many lounges—this one included—were adopting was compliance by magical means. There were some mixed feelings on this, but mostly it was praised, especially since the magical leash allowed patron to imbibe in drink and substance.

Second, all red lounge activities stay in the lounge. Often times, the lounges were apart of a larger club, where the main area was for tame enjoyment—music, dancing, intoxicants, and such. Another aspect of this was to refrain from talking about lounge activities outside the lounge. This was more so an unspoken rule of respectable practice.

Third, don’t wear or bring anything you wouldn’t be okay with potentially getting damaged, ruined, or lost. Shit happens. For the most part, this meant clothes were bound to get torn. But don’t wear an heirloom necklace. The enforcers were there to protect your person, not your personal property.

By the time Alika, Brin, and a few new friends of theirs arrived, we were all well buzzed and floaty from drinking. They laughed and asked if they should shotgun some shots too, but I had a better idea. “How about instead, we go to the lounge and you do some body shots off us?” Everyone agreed, of course.

A wristband and a heady rush of magic later, I breathed in the sweet scent of lust. The lounge was already busy. People were bent over all sorts of special furniture, groping and fucking and recovering from multiple orgasms. There was a group of illithids mindfucking whoever came over to them. A bachelorette party was whooping and hollering as they held down the bride-to-be as she got railed—with an eager line waiting for their turn with her. And—ooh, I recognized that clip model; fellow sexworker Brutus—also a selachii—was here with two petite elves, back-to-back with arms linked, currently bouncing on his dicks. By the looks of it, this club allowed filming too. Probably needed special permission, but still. I’d definitely need to come back here.

I excused myself from the group to go make introductions. Though I made no rush to interrupt. It was a free show after all. Between watching the elves fuck themselves more and more mindless, and glancing at my friends to see Alika throw Witch over his shoulder as Caera laughed and spanked her ass a bunch, then pulled aside the crotch of Witch’s plugkini and licking her exposed cunt—oh, it was just what I needed to get in the mood.

Brutus caught me staring. He smiled, grab the two elves in his giant hands, and made more of a show of them. Their moans and screams drowned out the music. His eyes closed as he focused on giving in to the rush. And then he was gushing everywhere. I wasn’t expecting the glyph on the floor that lit up as his cum overflowed out of the elves; but given how watery selachii cum tended to be, it made sense to magically control the mess.

A couple handlers helped the elves down and carried them to the recovery nook. As they left Brutus’s little VIP area, he motioned me in, smile even wider than before.

“Well, well. If it isn’t the Clip Qing xemself.”

Now it was my turn to have a smile fill my face. “Ah, so you know me too? I’m flattered.”

“Is it weird to say that I often watch your clips before filming?”

I laughed and playfully slapped his shoulder. My hand deliberately lingered. “Dude! Same! Bloody stars, we should really duo.”

“Oh yeah?” he smirked. His fingers drew lazy circles along the hand I still had on his bicep. “When were you thinking of doing it?”

“How long do you need to recover?”

His laugh shook the room. “Let me rehydrate and I should be good soon enough. Especially with some encouragement.”

He motioned to a bartender as I settled in. I angled myself so I’d have a good view of where the other settled into. Witch already had Alika’s fingers buried deep in her cunt. Caera was softly praising Theo as she got her to switch her panties for a special c-string lined with a magical kelp that would stimulate her, no penetration required. I’d need to keep an eye on her. The kelp activated with heat, so it’d be a little bit before it started kicking in. And the hotter she got, the hotter the show would get.

Brutus followed my gaze. “Found a better show than me?”

I made a dismissive gesture. “They’re my friends. I just wanna make sure they’re having a good time.”

He sidled over to lean in and whisper, “Is it their joy that you love watching, or knowing you’re corrupting them more by bringing them here?”

I gave him a knowing look. He certainly could flirt. With a well-earned, smug laugh, he sat back across from me as the bartender brought over a pitcher of water. We didn’t need to discuss what to do next. I stripped off my top, made a show of groping my body, teasing and fingering my slit. He drank it in, as he drank his water, and slowly stroked his cocks back to attention.

I could feel people watching us. Using our performance as part of their foreplay. And as tempting as it was to watch them watching us, or to see what my friends were doing now, I held Brutus’s sultry gaze. It was almost like a staring contest. But instead of a contest of who would blink first, it was who would give in and make the first move.

We caved at the same time. More-or-less. Given my mobility limitations, he of course made the physical move; we both had such needy, wanting gazes at that point that I would’ve slithered on top of him if I could.

As he lined himself up, I heard him say under his breath, “Fuck. This is such a dream.”

I laughed, dug my fingers into his hips, and pulled him into me as I thrusted upward. He shuddered and cursed again as he slid in. I gave him back control. Sliding my hands up his delicious, fat bod. He quickly found his pace. Fuck—it was so good to be so filled. No one really made bipene toys that filled me and felt the way two proper dicks did.

As much as I wanted to watch him fuck me, I let my eyes slip closed. Let myself be washed over by bliss. I slipped into the first stage of whorish mindlessness. With every pounding thrust, every grunt and moan, every desperate grope and squeeze and kiss and lick, our lust grew. His fingers entered my mouth and I instinctively started sucking them. His skin was rough on my tongue.

As my mind started to slip deeper, Brutus cursed again. “Fuck, you feel too good. I’m gonna cum.”

Well… that was a bit disappointingly fast. But I pushed the thought away to not sour the mood—he still felt fucking great. My nails dug into his shoulders as his pace grew more desperate. Right before his climax hit, he wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me close and biting my shoulder, then shuddered hard as he flooded my pussy.

We took a moment to recover. The bartender already had another ice cold pitcher of water brought over. After polishing off two glasses, he said, “Gotta say—it’s a helluva difference between fucking someone naturally inclined for bipenile penetration, and those who are not.”

I smirked. I would’ve laughed if I had the energy, but I was still in a hazy mindset. “If I didn’t know you better, I’d think you were trying to cover your low-stamina ass.” He choked a bit on his water and looked away sheepishly. “Awwwe, are you that embarrassed that you came so, so quickly?” I teased. “Do I need to help train you to last longer?”

He shut his eyes and growled at me. He was smiling, though. and his dicks twitched from the degradation. “How long are you staying in town again?”

WITCH:

I didn’t have many solid thoughts for this vacation, and it continued to be like nothing I could’ve planned for. But it was what I needed. It had been so long since I had a real break from working. And it had been a while since I had quality friend-time with the others.

Plus, the casual hookups were a fun change. Most of my sex had become either work related, or came from a handful of close acquaintances. I didn’t mind all that. But it was nice to just have some mutual fun and not think about having to ever interact with the person again afterwards.

But even through all the fun, there was something that kept tugging at me. Beckoning me to return home. I had never really felt homesick before, so it was strange to now. Though I guess that spoke to how much I had come to cherish Arvos and my little pocket in it. I finally felt comfortable setting root.

Our last proper day in Negoni was languid. Our most restful day, by far. After a breakfast of pastries and mimosas, we all did our own thing. I spent most of my time in the ocean. Swimming had become a new love of mine, though it wasn’t something I got much to do in Arvos. The public pool was too chaotic for me. And visiting Aero and Willow to use their communal pool was a journey I didn’t always want to make—it also felt weird to visit them just to use the pool. Perhaps I’d have a private pool built.

Thinking of construction made me think of Val. And thinking of him put me in a mood I couldn’t put a name to for weeks now. I brought it up in therapy when I first noticed it, but we didn’t dive too much into it—I wanted to try to reflect and figure it out as much as I could on my own first.

So far it felt like I had done anything but. Though—some progress—I now noticed that homesick feeling creeping in when I thought about him.

I dove down, touched the sand, then surfaced. And repeated five more times. As a warm buzz tingled through my muscles, I focused on sorting my emotions.

I really liked Valzok. Perhaps I was even ready to call it love. Which was a major step for me. Another major step was how I was thinking of handling it.

A shiver jolted through me as some extra slimy seaweed touched my leg. I freaked out, broke my tread and started to choke on water as I slipped under the surface. The ocean latched onto me as much as this arrant patch of seaweed did. Shit. I was panicking. I couldn’t get enough air in my lungs, nor the water fully out. My chest and throat burned.

More seaweed gripped around me. No—not seaweed. Seaweed couldn’t squeeze like this. And I couldn’t see clearly with all the waves splashing in my eyes. Well whatever it was, I was hating it more than the seaweed because it was making it impossible to move.

Then the water stopped splashing my face so much. Stopped choking my lungs. My adrenaline started ebbing. I was finally able to process that the something that was squeezing me was a someone. An inkdine. I was having a quick one-eighty about the tentacles squeezing me now.

“Ya’ right?” they asked. I nodded, not trusting my throat could handle talking yet. They smiled crookedly. “Good. Hate ta fail my job first day. Got a bit too south there; the clingas really get ya’ here this time’a year.”

Ah. They were a lifeguard. A lifeguard with a cute accent and a cute young face fresh from secondary. I could hear Caera and Quendi’s voices whispering in my ear to corrupt them. Given that I was already tightly tangled in their tentacles—it was tempting. I could just wiggle a certain way, try to get their grip to slip a little to less respectable spots. Could I get my swimsuit to slip too? Hmm… this daydream was getting dangerous. I didn’t even know their name, pronouns, or if they were accepting of advances. “Thank you,” I croaked.

Their smile was one of the most genuine, joyous things. “Glad your good. Let’s get ya’ back ta shore. Mind ya’ breathin’ with the waves.”

There were other things I would like to mind. But not drowning was more important than being acutely aware of their tentacles still wrapped around me.

And the giant wave growing behind us, carrying a bunch more of that clingy seaweed, about to crash down on us.

I cursed. They looked back and also cursed. We both took a deep breath right before it hit us. And while the wave helped push us closer to the shore, we were now covered in seaweed.

After a brief moment of both of us trying and failing to rid ourselves of the seaweed while also staying above the water, we agreed they would focus of keeping us afloat while I handled the clingy pest.

The first few were the trickiest. We were too stuck together for me to reach most of them, so my first focus was gaining more mobility. I wiggled a bunch, stretching and reaching as much as I could. Definitely didn’t need to squirm around as much as I did; but fuck—the hitches in their breathing, and the little gasps they tried to hold back as I move certain ways… it was cute how much they tried to not get flustered.

Such a wicked witch, I was.

Gradually, I got most of them off our torsos, but there were a few that were more stubborn than all the rest. Including the ones stuck to my bikini top. “Are you gonna be comfortable if I take my top off?”

“W-what?”

Yeah, I probably should’ve offered more context before asking that question—though the pulse of tightness in their grip was worth the confusion. “Trying to get these things off my suit is impossible. They’re like glued to the fabric. It’s gonna be easier to just sacrifice this suit and take it off.”

“I-I… if you’re ‘kay with it, by all means. Do what ya’ gotta.” They turned their head, adamantly giving me what privacy they could. Aside from the lingering glance out the corner of their eye as I started adjusting and slipping off my top. I pretended not to notice. But I did brush and press my chest against them needlessly more than before.

I began working on de-weeding our lower halves. It took some coordination of them helping me back to the surface when I needed air. But I quickly grew concerned with how much they flinched as I removed the seaweed now.

“Are you okay?” I asked. They still kept their head turned so it was hard to read them. “Does it hurt when I remove them?”

They cleared their throat as they searched for words. “Well, uh… no. It doesn’t hurt. It uh… honestly, it actually…”

I connected the dots. Oh, to be so innocently shy again. “Turns you on?” I suggested coyly.

Their tentacles squeezed me again. I leaned over to view their face, noticed them biting their lower lip. They nodded.

“Would it be easier if I was more intentional with turning you on?” They snapped their gaze to mine and started stammering, failing to form an answer. I quickly explained myself, “It’s perfectly okay to say no. Especially since you are technically on the job right now. I just thought that since this is stimulating regardless, perhaps we don’t fight it?”

“Well…” They notably swallowed, looked at the shore then at me. “I just can’t be caught, a‘right? We’re gon’ have ta keep more in the depths here ta not be noticed. The waves’ll tousle us ‘bout more, but…” they trailed off.

“Then I guess you better keep good hold of me.” I smirked then submerged again.

Now as I pried the pest off, I took the time to let my hands grope around their body, tease their tentacles, and rub my body against theirs. Their shivers were no longer restrained. It made the primary task more difficult as they twitched and shuddered about. But of course, it was worth it. Every time I resurfaced for air, their eyes fluttered more helplessly shut; their breaths grew faster and quaked with pleasure; and their grip on me grew tighter as other tentacles reciprocated.

But then their grip grew tight enough to break bone—at least it felt that intense. As air was forced out of my lungs, a plume of black ink darkened the water around us. Their hold on me went lax, and I had to cling my arms around them.

“Fuck,” they panted. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

I scoffed. “Sorry for coming? Why?”

“Well, uh… ya’ skin is gonna be stained for ‘while.”

Oh. “Noted. Guess I should find you again the next time I want a temporary tattoo.”

They did not enjoy my joke as much as I did… I liked them better when they were all shy and restrained.

Relieved of the last pesky seaweed clump, and close to shore now, they finally released me from their tentacled grip. And oh boy was I covered in sucker marks. It surprised us both. Growing flustered again, they instantly started apologizing. They swiftly made their way to the beach to get me a towel to cover up the marks and my bare chest and ink-stained skin. I couldn’t help but laugh about it.

We wrapped up our vacation at Quendi’s family home. Quendi, of course, teased Kashga whenever we were all in the same room. He’d promptly leave each time. He was no match for his cousin’s humiliation, especially when Caera caught on and made things worse by getting handsy with me. I felt bad for him; but it was delightful to see him flustered.

Tete was pleased to have more life in the riad. Most of the time. Before she went to bed, she warned us not to get too loud while she slept. The first night we managed to keep things down. But the second…

“I’m gonna ask Valzok out,” I said into the dark room a beat after we all settled into our beds.

“Wait. I thought you were already fucking him?” Quendi questioned.

I rolled my eyes. “I mean ask him to be official. To be… my partner. Not just a fuckbuddy I’m too scared to give a title to.”

The three of them started cheering, both happily and suggestively. “Oh my! Our little Witch is all grown up,” Quendi teased. “Getting herself a partner.”

Caera dramatically added, “Before you know it, she’ll be kicking us out so she can be all alone with her new partner.”

“By the stars—shut the fuck up,” I said, trying not the laugh. “He hasn’t even said yes yet.”

“Bitch you know he will!”

“Oh definitely,” Theo agreed.

“I was gonna add that I wouldn’t kick y’all out, but if you’re ganging up on me too, Theo, then maybe I will.”

She absolutely glomped me, smothering me into her chest fluff. So soft, so warm, so suffocating. Her laughter shook me. “Oooh, it’s so cute when you threaten us. As if you could actually send me away and never get to snuggle me like this again.”

“You’re lucky I love you,” I mumbled, not that I could be understood. Caera joined in on the smothering. Though she was nothing compared to Quendi wrapping around and squeezing us—only for a couple of seconds, but it was enough to really force the air out of me. Xe groaned as xe climbed back into xir bed, dismissing the assured repercussions of the action.

Not much sleep was had that night. Probably less than any other night of our vacation. Tete yelled at us to keep quiet. Which, of course, made us fight back giggles, like school children. When we snuck out of our room for some late-night swimming, we ran into Kashga. He wordlessly turned around and went back to his room. Not without giving me a look first. Too bad for him that I’d be leaving the following day, and the only dick I was desiring was the orc’s with whom I wanted to take a step forward in our relationship.

I couldn’t wait for everything that I’d be returning to.

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love is not enough | chapter seventeen

a/n: giddyup~

The New York City skyline emerged from below the airplane windows, and he was eager to step off there for the time being. Each time he visited New York, it felt as though he had come back home, especially with his parents having hailed from there for decades before he was born. He gazed out the window to the shimmering skyscrapers against the clear blue sky and the glimmering waters of the Hudson Bay, and all the streets down below which were the size of drinking straws.

“We should try and visit all the museums while we're here,” Q suggested as the seatbelt lights flickered on over their heads.

“All the museums?” he asked her with a slight chuckle. “There are so many of them!”

“How many are there?”

“Something like a hundred. All manner of art and history museums. There's a museum dedicated to coins, another one dedicated strictly to photography... the Bernard Museum for Jewish art. In fact, there's a shitload of Jewish museums all around the city. And Asian ones. And Latin American ones. The Air and Space Museum. The Brooklyn Botanic Garden. The Brooklyn Museum. One for Coney Island. A few dedicated to architecting.”

“Architecting?” Jay chuckled at that.

“There's a bunch of children's museums,” he continued. “Parts of the Smithsonian. One for Edgar Allan Poe. One for Ellis Island. Gracie Mansion. Greenwood Cemetery. The Guggenheim. The Metropolitan. MoMa. One for Louis Armstrong. Madame Tussauds. The Museum of Ice Cream. The Museum of Math. The Museum of Movies. The Museum of Jazz. The Museum of Sex...” He showed them a playful grin at that last tidbit, to which they both took a glimpse at one another.

“I think we've created a monster, Q,” Jay remarked.

“I think we have, too, Jay,” Q quipped with a flash of her eyebrows. “Not to mention, he sure did whip out his brain here with the sight of the city below us.”

“I feel like I should be in New York,” he confessed to them. “I don't know... my parents are from here. My grandparents were, too. I have cousins over here, as well as my aunts and uncles. Somehow, by some odd chance, my parents and I found ourselves out in California, even though my blood runs here in the Northeast.”

“Take you to New York and have our brains stimulated amongst other things,” Jay said with a smile to him.

“The brain is a sexual organ, you know,” he assured her as he buckled in. “Everything you pick up, you take into your brain as well. I figure we have plenty of time—let's take the subway... I believe it's over by Rose Hill, if I recall correctly.”

“How many times have you been here before?” Q asked him.

“Plenty. And plenty enough to remember what gets me off, too.” He flashed her a wink, and the plane began its descent to the tarmac, away from all the buildings.

The overly clean smell of the airport only followed them out to the street, where he led them to the nearest subway station up the block. It was a cool day in New York City, but they knew it would be some time before it rained a great deal there like it did in Kansas City.

“It's going to take us a while to get over to the Flatiron District from here, but... we can spare a while, though,” he assured them as Jay paid for their way onto the next train. They padded through the terminal, which smelled of cheap cleaner, stale alcohol, cigarette ashes, and fresh vomit, but neither of them were fazed by it. He put either arm around the two of them as they awaited the subway train under the bricks, still shiny and silvery despite being a decade or two in age. Jay adjusted her cap so the petals of her broach shimmered under the overhead lights; he showed the little flower a smile, and he knew there had to be a decent way to get these two girls out to Hawai'i.

They stood back as the train rolled up before them, but they were eager to board first.

“Museum of Sex, here we come,” he declared with a straight face. He stood over them while they hunkered down in the seat closest to the sliding doors. He glanced about their compartment, where only a few people took the seats around them. It was the middle of the day in the middle of the week and after a major storm system hit Tornado Alley: he knew they were going to have all the sex on display all to themselves. He glanced over at the taro broach on Jay's cap, and the shape of the flower made him think about that museum itself.

The flowers in bloom for the birds and the bees. The onset of spring to send late winter chills down his spine to the space between his legs. It was the mere mention of the museum that sent him into an unknown part of himself. Maybe it was being with those two girls, and maybe it was the thrill of it all, but he found himself with a slight itch he couldn't seem to scratch even if all he did was think about it.

It was only just shy of an hour before they reached the Flatiron District, and right down the block from the Museum of Sex itself. They emerged from the subway station, only to be met with some light traffic within a block or so from the heart of downtown.

“Fifth Avenue, ladies,” he announced to them over the traffic. “I can see it right up ahead.”

Indeed, right up the street, through four stoplights, they could see the sign itself as well as the pink and blue neon lettering above. The three of them walked side by side with their sunglasses on, and with his arms still around either of their backs to guide them along. By the time they reached the second crosswalk, and they caught the light green no less, he unfastened the first three buttons near the collar of his shirt.

“You need like body glitter or something on your chest, babe,” Jay suggested.

“Body glitter,” he echoed that with a chuckle. “Body glitter, it's like you want me to look like a pimp.”

“A pimp or straight outta Miami Vice,” Q added, and they reached the next crosswalk, where they were met with a familiar aroma.

“Popcorn?” Jay asked aloud.

“Popcorn with... sugar,” he added. “Like the smell you get from a candy store.”

Indeed, when they crossed the street, he peeked down the block, only to find a myriad of restaurants, cafes, shops, bistros, as well as the back end of Koreatown. The smell of popcorn combined with baked goods and Korean barbecue from the next block up was all too much to bear, especially since it came about all at once and especially for him. The three of them congregated at the final crosswalk when he finally set a hand on his stomach. He had barely eaten anything on the plane, and breakfast only stayed with him for so long before he started to feel it again.

“You okay?” Q asked him with a smile.

“Smell all of that food,” he proclaimed. “We've got popcorn and some bakeries and barbecue and—” He sniffed the air. “Some pizza, too.” He sniffed the air again, and that time he closed his eyes. “I think I smell kreplach, too. Phew, man—I haven't had kreplach since I graduated from high school. Good kreplach, further back than that.” He turned his attention to the Museum of Sex, which stood right across the intersection from them.

Two desires conflated all at one intersection. He had the hunger in his stomach as well as below his belt.

“Oh, man.” He lowered his voice down to where the traffic nearly drowned him out. “Oh, my god. This is more than the best of both worlds here. Just... the two worlds.”

“Tevye's a rat in paradise,” Jay cracked.

“God, it's too much,” he decreed. “It's all too much. I feel like if I live here, I'm going to get so fat.” He rested a hand on his slender belly, to which Jay and Q rested their hands on the back of his as if to feel his warmth. “I'm just going to want to eat everything in sight, especially the kreplach!”

“We're going to have to protect you, baby,” Q said right into his ear, and then she ran her tongue along the rim. The light turned green and they padded across the pavement to the next corner up. A little more waiting, and they crossed the street perpendicular to them until they reached the front doors of the museum itself.

Seventeen dollars each to get in, but Jay was happy to cover for them.

The front foyer of the museum smelled of cinnamon and sugar, but the smell was least of their interest as they were met with a ten foot high pearly white poster of three silvery gray elk climbing on top of each other for a threesome.

“That's us in another life,” Q declared in a single breath.

“Why another life when that could be us now?” Jay quipped, to which he chuckled at that.

The same image was translated over to a metal statue in the middle of the floor before them.

Sex toys on display. Statues of monkeys and primates in a powerful pose with their dicks fully erect. A whole section dedicated to kinks. A giant woman down on her knees with her ass pointed out towards them: it was there that he felt a wave of intense warmth wash over him.

A tight feeling emerged in his chest, such that he lingered back from the two of them. It didn't help matters that all the aromas out there on the street only made him hungry.

“You okay, babe?” Jay asked him as they stopped ahead of him. He peered behind him to the wooden park bench in the middle of the floor.

“Oh, god. I don't know if I can last in here.” He sank down onto the bench with his legs spread out before him. The warmth in his face was intoxicating, perhaps more so than the very advent of the museum itself. He peered over his shoulder to find a series of glass and rubber dildos under a sheet of plexiglas right by his head. He turned his head to the other direction to find the entrance to what was called the “Pink Room”, and he could only assume as to what that was if those two girls were anything to go by. Q took her seat next to him and rested a hand on his knee. Jay stood before them with her jacket zipped up all the way: the black leather hugged the curves of her body, and he knew that the whole section dedicated to lingerie was upon them as well.

“I'm hungry, and it's just...” He gazed up behind them, to the giant ass shrouded in black and white stripes. “Surrounded by sex and it's just... phew.” He closed his eyes and fanned himself with the side of his hand. “Doing something to me.”

“Arousing you?” Jay asked him with a slight shake to her body. She rested her hands on her hips to accentuate the hourglass shape of her body. He licked his lips, and he had no idea which hunger to satisfy first right then, especially when he glanced off to the left again to see the entrance to the section about kinks was up ahead as well. Surely there had to be a kink dedicated to eating.

“You have no idea,” he told her with a shake of his hair: he ran his hands down his exposed chest and his belly, and then down onto his thighs.

“Oh, yeah, this place is doing to something to him,” Q declared.

“Let's explore our kinks, shall we?” he suggested, and with a slight groan, he stood to his feet and shook his hips a bit for them. Q stood on his left while Jay took to his right, and he once again put his arms around the small of their backs to guide them along the fine carpet underneath them; and all the while, he kept his eye on that giant black and white striped ass off to the right.

#love is not enough #love is not enough fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #testament fanfic #testament #testament band #oc tag #alex skolnick #slight smut #museum of sex #chapter 17 #writing #also on ao3 #text

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The HalfBlood in Hawkins- Prologue

A/N: Welcome to my first-ever fic on Tumblr! And my first-ever Stranger Things fic! This is going to be a long series, I have no idea how long. I am watching, writing, and planning all at once, so there may be long periods between posts. Please be patient with me.

This series and my introduction to Stranger Things is entirely to do with @skyfall8600 and her series Sucked In. I definitely recommend checking out her writing.

Warnings: Swearing, technically this hasn't been beta read sooo good luck.

Paring: Undecided

Playlist: this is a playlist of music I feel Cordelia would listen to. I didn't search for dates on the music. It also gets added to every so often. I just put it on shuffle

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3hehRdcULhKHnY6yu42ga2?si=04e46412b0274c46

Summary: What happens if I shove the seventeen-year-old daughter of Poseidon from 2016 into 1984 Hawkins.

"Are you sure you don't want me to take you to camp myself?" The man with dark curls with streaks of gray in them and eyes the color of ocean water in the sun asks the teenager in front of him. The teenager clearly takes after him, with dark curls, ocean-colored eyes, and skin tanned by long hours in the sun. Though; her short height and build comes from her mother. Her fashion choices often show the time spent around her cousin Nico and Uncle Hades. The World Magnetic Tour Metallica shirt Poseidon knows Hades bought when he took her and Nico to the concert for her birthday; it looked like it might have belonged to Hades at first. Black skinny jeans with rips, Adidas hightops in blue, and a leather jacket he's sure he's seen on Hades' kid. She wears her camp necklace, a choker with magic dagger charms, a sand dollar on a slightly longer cord, a ring that turns into a sword, and a chain hanging from her belt. She has five piercings; a double hoop helix in her right ear, a daith hoop in her left, her right nostril hoop, and a belly button bar with a chain around her waist. He freaked out about each one while she and Amphitrite laughed at him. "Dad, you know you can't take me to camp. Everyone would flip out if Poseidon showed up," she says with a laugh. The man sighs, knowing she's right. "Hey," she says, voice softer as she recognizes the worry on his face. "I'll be fine. I'll be in New York within two weeks. Percy will pick me up from the station and drive me to camp. Mitriá gave me enough ambrosia to last like a year of weekly one v one with monsters. If I need help, Apollo and Hermes keep an eye on me when I travel and will be down before I can even pray for help." "I know, I know. Camp is a long way from Los Angeles." Poseidon sighs as he runs a hand through his hair. "You're my youngest. I worry." "Well, don't. I have one layover in Indiana that last two days. Otherwise, I'll be on a train the whole time," she says as she scoops up her bags, preparing to board the train. "Cordelia!" Poseidon scolds. "It's Indiana, Dad," Cordelia calls back as she walks away, brushing her dark curls out of her face. "What's the worst that could happen?" Poseidon groans as he watches her board the train. "I wish she didn't say that," Poseidon murmurs.

"Hey, Percy, I made it to Indiana. My train from Indy to Cincinnati doesn't run for another two days. There's a town North-East of here that shouldn't ask too many questions if I get a room there. I'll have to go through that ghost town some kids at camp tell campfire stories about. I'll be cautious. I have all the weapons you and Dad gave me, so don't worry. I should be in New York City by the end of the week. I'll call when I get to D.C.. I love you," the call ending has the seventeen-year-old sigh before shoving her phone into her back pocket. She scoops up her satchel bag and crosses the strap over her body before pulling on her backpack. Long dark curls sway in the wind, and ocean blue eyes squint from behind dark polarized aviators as she tries to find the correct street. A familiar cherry-red Maserati pulls up next to her. Blue eyes and blond curls frame the bright grin aimed at her. "Need a ride?" Apollo asks. She laughs and makes her way toward the passenger side door. "How far can you take me?" She asks as she moves her bags to sit on her lap. "I can take you to Marion. I think your brother and old man would be after me if I stuck around longer," Apollo informs her as he pulls away from the curb. "That works." They listen to the radio as they go, chatting every so often. As they cross the city limit into Hawkins, a shimmer from the passenger seat causes Apollo to look over and curse. "Damnit, Cordelia. Why is it always Poseidon?" Apollo gripes as he ascends into the air, hurrying back to Olympus to report the sudden and magical disappearance of Poseidon's daughter.

In the same spot, thirty-two years prior, a dark-haired girl with eyes the color of the ocean appears on interstate thirty-seven, just outside of a rather full Hawkins. In her arms are a backpack and a satchel bag. "The fuck?"

#HBH chapters #stranger things fanfiction

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Adventures in Alternative Fashion: The Chavs At Warrington Central

I don't dress normally.

This isn't something I say out of some need to fish for sympathy. When I'm going somewhere where I care about how I look, I dress head to toe in clothing part of, or adjacent to, the Japanese street fashion style known as 'ouji'. Go look that up for an idea what I look like. One of my favourite descriptions of this I've received was "A 19th century vampire who just discovered what punk is."

So, 'I don't dress normally' is a simple and unshakable fact.

This story takes place on a day I went out for a game dev meet. When I have an event straight after work, I'll go to the office in full regalia instead of the jeans and jumpers I usually wear on casual days. My coworkers, by now, are used to it. I got a lot of compliments on my first couple rounds with it, and nowadays get nods and smiles as my Tripp pants make the kind of noise only emulated by someone trying to walk 15 dogs simultaneously.

"Ah," they probably think, "there's this fucker again."

I really liked what I put together that day, even though the outfit itself was relatively simple. For the style I dress in, at least. Black Roland jacket and my go-to blouse and tie. Black jeans and knee-high laced boots. What I really needed was more jewellery. That would elevate my co-ords, I thought, and posted a picture with caption to some group chats.

That too was rare for me. Most of the time I dress up, look in the mirror, satisfied, and go about my day forgetting I look like this until I'm in the middle of Tesco needing to grab a pint of milk. I was feeling it that day.

I believe this encounter was God's lesson for my vanity.

The meet itself was typical and had no bearing on the encounter. Caught up with some people I'd spoken to before. Got sensory overload and had a breakdown in the bathroom. Returned like nothing had happened and got some CEO's email. The usual.

Warrington has two train stations. Central to get to Liverpool or Manchester, and Bank Quay to fast track to the rest of the country. Between this and the intersection of the M6 and M62 it's a town designed to get out of it as soon as humanly possible.

I'm at Central, as you have assumed from the title, waiting on platform 1. 10pm on a Thursday night, which should adequately set the scene. I'm sat on a bench reading a book on my phone. I forget what. It doesn't matter.

There's a guy sat next to me, who under normal circumstances I wouldn't have given anything more than a second glance to. He's wrapping up a video call with who I assume to be his family, in a language I don't catch.

I then see two kids walking up the platform. They command it with the exact energy and confidence of 20 year-long career actors on opening night; the world was that platform.

These, my dear reader, are our titular protagonists. Eventually they walk up to me.

Now, when I say "walk up to me", I mean in the specific way that chavs do. You know the way, where walking straight takes several detours that involve kicking at random items on the ground and flailing the arms about in random directions. Never able to stand still, like the floor is covered in fire ants.

This introductory dance is performed, and the chav turns to me:

"Are you a horse rider?"

This was a new one. I've had many descriptions people have used while I'm kitted out. Some of them are genuine questions, some of them light-hearted digs, and others serious attempts to get me, someone who thinks he's never looked hotter while dressed as Dracula's gayer cousin, to be embarrassed that I look like this, and all I find equally hilarious.

"No," I say.

"You don't ride horses? You just look like that?"

"Yes."

The bluntness of my answers is deliberate. I knew how best to deal with an encounter with a chav. Be curt, but not confrontational, and give as few things to pick apart as possible so you can leave the conversation with haste. Preferably, physically.

Leaving wasn't an option. Standing from the bench would have caused a stir, and walking to the other end of the platform would have just made the fruit flies follow the fruit. I could deal with this for the next 10 minutes until the train gets here, I thought. I'd been through worse.

The second chav, a girl, starts chastising the first. Saying how you can't just ask someone why they look like that. Her protests are rebuked, and the chav turns to the man next to me, and cracks out this line:

"If I said you looked like a drug dealer, yeah, with that jacket, you wouldn't be offended would you?"

I feel it's now relevant to mention this guy was Middle Eastern.

He doesn't understand what the chav means by this. I still wonder if that was for better or worse.

A part of me jumped up and wanted to call this out on being blatantly racist, which I unfortunately had to suppress; I was alone and in no position to get into a physical fight, should it escalate. Because what a teenager falls short for in being a teenager, it makes up for in being a teenager.

Then the chav turns to me, and smiles. Hungry.

"What's your pronouns?"

Now hear me, dear reader. I am used to the Chav. I am used to how they conduct themselves and how to respond. The usual jabs. The usual language. The microcosm of how the United Kingdom is failing a significant number of its population.

I did not, under any sun I know, think the Chav could be trans-inclusionary.

So after a brief pause, I give them. Braced? Here's the second punch: "Ah. I'm she/her."

You might notice, dear dear reader, that I have been deliberately sidestepping her pronouns for the entire duration of this writeup. This was intentional to give you the full neck-snapping whiplash I received at this point.

Yes. I assumed she was a teenage boy, the exact ones who think saying slurs makes them 'hard' and spend all their time bullying the weird kids to crush their own latent homosexuality. You probably assumed that, too.

But then, I think. I see what's happening. We're at the critical point in trans rights, where people are well aware enough of pronouns, and thus aware enough to weaponise them. This was a test. If I used 'she', I would suddenly be met with outcry over how she was obviously a boy. If I used 'he' I would be labelled a transphobe. 'They' would have incited offence at not sticking to the binary, and circling myself back into the trap. It's a perfect catch 22, finely constructed with the exact cruelty only those under the age of 16 can procure.

I would have loved to, at this point, taken her word and been completely content those were her actual pronouns. It's a little like how you hate clocking the woman sitting across from you with the husky voice, experimental leap into lady's fashion, and facial hair ground down to the pore and beyond, with the divine revelation that she would kick your ass in Guilty Gear.

I then notice, the other chav who's with her, is referring to her as she.

There's no irony. No "Fuck off, it was a joke." It was a completely serious address that carried no traces of sarcasm.

Those were her actual pronouns.

My worldview getting obliterated in a blender and chucked into the river Mersey was packed neatly into a box labelled "shit to process in about 10 minutes, when I am sat down in an enclosed space alone, such as a train or perhaps a car".

This happens as they are slinging jokes to each other about neopronouns, of their pronouns being fuck/you and eat/shit.

After this is exhausted, she returns to the outfit. She points at me again and says: "So are you emo, or summat? Is that what you are?"

Two for one, that was also a new one. I have absolutely no traces of emo on me, but I also realise there's a generational gap and vocabulary drift. I grew up during the golden age of emos, however, and in a few years will probably be moaning about how no one is using the word correctly.

"I've been called goth," I say, "but I'm just myself."

A tangent I must get out: at another games meet, there was a small pack—or murder, if we'd like to be accurate—of goths. To me, they were Proper Goths, full black, straps and harnesses, piercings, fishnets; there had to be a collection of at least ten pairs of demonias between them. One of them points to me, delight dawning on her face, and proclaims: "One of us! He's one of us!" It's been one of my favourite interactions I've ever had.

Trying to drive that point home seemed to satisfy her, but she wasn't done with me yet.

I blank out part of the conversation from this point, my mind whirling with what the hell I was witnessing. When I tune back in, I hear this:

"He's got drip. Look at his sneakers; he's got drip."

The man is, again, confused by this. After she waters down the compliment, for lack of a better word, to 'I like your shoes', they fist bump.

This is the point where I think no-one is going to believe me when I tell this story.

After more markov chains with the word 'drip' in them, she turns to me, and frowns.

"You don't have drip," she says, shaking her head. "They didn't have drip in old times."

I have absolutely no comeback for this.

Now, letting this situation ferment weeks later, I still have no comeback for this.

...You know that one tweet?

That one?

It's not even a joke anymore. I have had this happen to me. Someone asked for my pronouns just to declare that I was dripless.

Satisfied, the two chavs leave the platform. They don't get on a train.

There's something to note here. Central has a ticket gate. That means they either jumped the gate to loiter on the platform for a bit, or paid for a ticket to do that.

I am left in silence. The train is still 10 minutes away.

I'm still unsure if the entire encounter took less than 30 seconds or if I was pulled into a black hole by the sheer weight of its absurdity.

There's no way I feel I can adequately wrap this up. It came and went as soon as a train, and left me utterly stunned with an unshakable need to bring this to written word.

It's also funny to think that I was younger, once, wondering how old people couldn't understand how we worked. And yet here I am, writing about my encounter with Those Damn Kids.

The kids, though, made me think. How my own prejudices and experiences as a child morphed how I perceived them. How, even through their own bizarre language and rituals, they wanted to connect with others in their own ways. And how, in the end, the little tranny with 4 years of experience ended up being the one who got schooled.

Yes, it was clunky. It was dripping with desperation of them trying to be whatever media outlets deem is cool for the Youth™ nowadays. But beyond the act of adolescence, there's a genuine and sincere want, and understanding, to be good to others.

I think the kids are alright.

They're still racist, though.

One victory at a time.

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The ferry I ended up having to catch took me to Turku which was a town on the west coast instead of Helsinki. I intended on catching the train all the way down to Helsinki but found that Tampere was a stop along the way. The ferry was actually a cruise ship with 7 floors including rooms, restaurants, bars, a nightclub and a performance stage. It was insane seeing as I'm used to the Rottnest ferry. I didn't do too much on the 11 hour journey just walked around and took a nap.

I got off in Turku and walked to the train station just in time for the 8pm train. It was only an hour or so to Tampere so it was a quick but beautiful trip. My cousin met me at the station and walked me to my hostel. Tampere was small but beautiful from what I saw that night so I was excited to see the rest of it.

I slept in late but Cam had school so I walked around for a while looking at shops then went to check out his apartment.

They're very central in a cute place where the bedroom and living area was one space with a little kitchen. We went for a drink at a rooftop bar that you could see the whole town from. The whole place was surrounded by a big lake a beautiful green Forrest.

From there we got changed to go to the sauna and picked up Ida's sister.

Finland is very big for their saunas, going from 100degrees to 16degree swim in the lake.

The sauna was built on the end of the road that lead to the mouth of the river. It was a small building holding two saunas and two change rooms. The entrance to the lake had a dive board or ramp. I haven't done a sauna that warm before but I really enjoyed the experience. There were a lot of people there because it was a Friday afternoon.

We dropped the car back at cam and Ida's to walk across the city to dinner. It was a lovely restaurant and I had Korean chicken and vegan boa buns which were DELICIOUS.

We had a cocktail at the new wine bar cam wanted to try and had a chat.

The next day cam and I met at his favorite bakery and had a yummy coffee and pastry for breakfast. He doesn't really like theme parks but there was a bit one in Tampere so agreed to go with me. We took home a loaf of bread and walked across to the theme park.

Cam and I went on the hype as our first ride which was fast but so much fun. Sent cam for a bit of a spin and he didn't feel very well so we say for a while whilst we waited for Umi to come. We went to the x which made me feel a bit sick but was fun. The ticket was unlimited rides so we went to as many as possible. There were water rides, motorbike rides, the rapids, the superman, the chair, the merry-go-round but also an aquarium and entrance to the tallest tower in Tampere. There were some funky creatures in the aquarium including turtles!! Just the little ones but they were still cool.

The tower showed a different view than the bar the night before. We could see into the next town.

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Let me teach you - Anthony Bridgerton x reader - chapter 1

Lets just ride the hype wave and do a bit of Bridgerton, shall we? Because, personally, i am in love. More with the book version of Anthony than the series, but the handsome face does something to my creativity.

Warnings: My poor english. It’s my second language and 1810s english doesn’t come easy to me, but i tried!

You arrived at Paddington station with tears streaming down your face. The train assistant almost throwing your belongings down next to you and was on his way immediately. The conductor blew the whistle to signal that the train was moving on and leaving you in the middle of the chaos. Your sparsely suitcases were too much for you to carry by yourself, so all you could do was wait for someone to pick you up.

People were walking around you, not noticing you at all. One man came running down the platform and almost fell over one of your suitcases. He hissed something at you as he continued running away and you started to hiccup. This was unbearable. No one cared about the crying girl standing among the strangers.

“Oh my dear girl!” You finally heard and you sighed hard. The sound of your aunt’s voice was like a light in the darkness that was consuming you, as you were left along with only the thoughts of your deceased father. The woman’s body hit you like a force and she threw her arms around you and held you there. You let out a sob into her shoulder and she tried to calm you down by stroking your hair.

“Oh no, y/n. I’m so so sorry.” You heard your cousin Emily say behind her mother but you didn’t look up. You didn’t want to leave your aunts arms before she let go herself. She eventually looked down at you with sad eyes and dried away the tears from your face.

“This must be so hard for you, my friend. We need to get you home.” Home. Home wasn’t in the middle of London. Home used to be wherever your father was. You were born in France but never lived there for long. Your mother died from the scarlet fever when you were only a few years old, so you didn’t remember much of her. After that you travelled around Europe with your father, as he worked in many different cities for a lot of different people. You father was the second born to a lord title, which meant not a lot of money to inherit but at the same time no responsibilities. He had met your mother on his way through Europe and he ended up staying in France longer than intended. He had always been fascinated by printing and eventually he opened a print shop in Paris. But the moment your mother died he didn’t want to stay any longer. He was a traveling expert in the Gutenberg Press and was hired to fix the machines and help with big workloads. Your whole life was in a suitcase – or five – and every memory of your childhood smelled like freshly printed newspapers and ink.

But his passion about the big machines also became his death. You were glad you weren’t there, because you know your father died at work but you could only imagine how gruesome it must have been when it happened. You would never recover from the loose of your parent but you couldn’t imagine how traumatising it would have been to watch it too. He got buried the Germany city Mainz, ironically the city where Gutenberg invented the first printing equipment. Your father loved the city and you had taken many walks along the river together. You had been with him at work so many times and even helped him with smaller tasks. You still had black ink spots on your fingers as you stood clutching your aunt’s coat.

“Let’s move out of the way. Let my men take your belongings.” Your Uncle, Lord Bradley said and two men stepped forward and started to carry your suitcase away from the platform. Lord Brandley was your fathers older brother and he was the completely opposite of your father. While you father was skinny, clean shaved beside his sideburns and was very adventures, Lord Brandley was sporting a round belly, a huge moustache and was deeply rooted in the British soil. As far as you knew, he had never left the country. Not even for university.

Your aunt tugged you along as you followed the rest of the family out to a carriage. Your uncle’s servants were tying your suitcases fast to the back and made the horses ready for the trip to your new home. You let your aunt drag you into the carriage and she held onto your hand.

“Everything is going to be alright, my friend. We have prepared a room for you and the dressmaker will come tomorrow so we can make you some proper clothing for the London season.”

“The what?” You asked, drying your eyes with the back of your free hand. Your aunt scrawled at your ink spotted hand and found a handkerchief for you, in the little handback she carried with her everywhere.

“The social season, of course. It is spring and people are starting to move into their city homes and will have their annual balls. You are a little old for a debutant but I’m sure we can make it work.” She patted your hand as to reassure you.

“A little old? I’m only 21.” You said with a frown. Your cousin gave you a sympathetic look from the other side of the carriage. Lord Bradley said nothing.

“Emily debuted when she was only 17. I must admit that we should have waited a year longer, but there is no time to waste. There seem to less eligible gentlemen every year.” You could feel that this was a course that your aunt felt strongly about. She went from understanding family member to a desperate mother hen in no time. It surprised you so much, that you didn’t know how to reach to it. You were grieving your father. You just had your whole life turned upside down and your aunt was talking about putting you in a fancy dress and throwing you at men? The carriage suddenly seemed too small for 4 people and your heart started beating faster. You needed to clear your head. This was not what you wanted. You loved your family, but this was not what you needed. You were not meant to be in fancy silk dresses and walk around gossiping about others.

“Can we stop the carriage?” You suddenly gasped. You hadn’t realised that you had stopped breathing, until it was too hard for you to do so. They all looked at you concerned but didn’t say anything.

“Stop the carriage!” You yelled out and the coachman heard you. The carriage was halted with a sudden pull, so that your uncle and cousin almost fell from the seat. You opened the door to the carriage and you heard your family yell behind you but you didn’t stop. You hadn’t noticed that you had jumped out in the wrong side and stood now in the middle of the busy road. At least a dozen other carriages were between you and the sidewalk – or at least it felt like that. You just ran. You bolted between the horses that were forced to stop. Your uncle was yelling behind you but you ran. Down the street. More horses. More carriages. More people. This was not what you wanted. This was not what your father wanted for you. This…

You looked a horse straight in the eyes as it rose to its hind legs right in front of you.

“Look out!” Someone shouted as you were pulled to the side by your upper arm. You stumbled and were sure you were about to fall in the middle of the busy road, but someone held you up.

“What were you thinking?” The manly voice said angrily and you looked to the man who rescued you from being tackled by a frightened horse. He was elegantly dressed, even if it was just a walking attire. His brown hair sat perfectly combed back and his handsome face was set in a scowl. He was still gripping your arm hard but when he was looking into your frighten face, he softened up a bit.

“What were you doing in the middle of the road?” He asked. He finally let go of you and found a handkerchief for you that was tugged into the breast pocket of his jacket. You touched your face and realised that you were still crying and you must have looked awful.

“I think I got lost.” You said, because you didn’t want to explain to this stranger how you just jumped out of a carriage. He would think you mad.

“You don’t… know where you are?” He asked a little hesitant. He looked you up and down, clearly trying to figure out where you might belong. You were simple dressed. Not the cheapest fabrics but at the same time you weren’t sporting the newest colours of the season. You had never really cared about how you dressed, as the dresses had always just been and hindrance for you, when you were working with your father. But he always insisted on you dressing properly, as a lady. Lucky for you, he knew even less about proper attire than you, so beside the cut and the length of the dress, you had been able to request some more practical dresses, than what might be fashionable.

You shook your head at the strangers question and he looked around until he saw a street sign and pointed to it.

“We are only a few streets from Green Park. Do you know where to go from here?” He asked patiently.

“No, I’m sorry sir.” You said, while trying to dry your eyes with his handkerchief, but tears kept falling. It was so embarrassing.

“Where are you going then, miss? Maybe I can point you in the right direction.” He said politely. And your aunt said there weren’t a lot of gentlemen left in this city. This man didn’t even know you and he just saved you from the busy street and wanted to help get home. It was quite touching.

“I’m… I’m heading to Lord Bradley’s city house.” You stammered. This made the stranger raise his eyebrows.

“You know Lord Bradley, miss?”

“He is my uncle.” You said plainly. You didn’t know much of what your uncle did, but it looked like the young man knew your uncle.

“I’m sorry miss Bradley, I didn’t know. I should have known. You and your cousin look so much alike. If you will, I can escort you to his home?” He reached out an arm for you and you started at it for a moment, before linking your arm in his.

“You really don’t have to.” You mumbled but cleared your throat. It wasn’t polite to mumble.

“I know the Lord very well. I’m sure he will only be happy that I see you home safely.” He started to lead you down the sidewalk and every now and then you dried your eyes with his handkerchief. You had walk for a bit when he finally spoke up again.

“May I ask… What made you so upset?” You looked at him. He looked back at you with concern in his eyes and you wished you could stop the tears. You just didn’t know how. But with the very unconventional situation you found yourself in, you felt that you needed to explain yourself.

“I recently lost my father.” You said and took a deep breath. It was so painful to say it out loud, that you really had to concentrate to not starting to bowl in from of this kind gentleman.

“I am sorry to hear that. My condolences for your loss.” He said with a nod. He didn’t ask any more questions and you were grateful for that.

“Thank you. It was very sudden. I am lucky to have my uncle and aunt. They have been so kind to take me in.”

“Your uncle is a great man. I can only imagine your cousin must only be happy to have another girl in the house. Oh, speaking of your cousin.” The man said and gestured down the street. Your cousin came running towards you as fast as her dress would let her.

“Oh y/n!” She said as she came close and she threw her arms around you. You let yourself fall into your cousin as well. You had acted most preposterous in your sorrow. It was reckless to just jump out of the carriage like that, but you had almost calmed down on the short walk to your family’s home.

Your cousin let go of you again and curtsied in front of your rescuer.

“Viscount Bridgerton. I see you have met my cousin. Thank you for bringing her home.” Your cousin Emily was blushing from ear to ear and a small smile played on her lips. You just stood gaping at the gentleman. He was a viscount? You had let him drag you along with him and you hadn’t even had the decency to ask him about his name or even tell him yours.

“It was my pleasure. It seems like she was lost and couldn’t find her way around Mayfair.” Lord Bridgerton gave you a smile and you understood perfectly well why your cousin was all red faced, when that smile was directed towards her.

“Lost? Oh! Yes she got separated from us when my papa stopped to speak with an acquaintance.” Your cousin was lying as she took your hand. The viscount looked around her at the carriage that was parked right outside your house. Your bags were being taken off the back and carried in by the footmen. You didn’t hope he was thinking the same as yourself. It wouldn’t make sense that you got separated from your family, if they just arrived in the carriage. You tried your best to smile at him, but it seemed like an impossible task. You were so nervous.

“It happens.” He shrugged and again let his eyes meet yours. “I hope to see you again sometimes, miss Bradley. Miss Bradley.” He nodded at you and your cousin and was on his way again. You followed your cousin towards the house but you couldn’t stop looking behind you. The viscount crossed the street.

“He was so kind to follow me all the way here. I told him he didn’t have to.” You felt like you had to explain to your cousin why you suddenly showed up with a viscount, after jumping out of a carriage and leaving her behind.

“I don’t think it was much trouble. The Bridgertons lives right down the street in the red brick house with the green gates.” She explained and you couldn’t help yourself and looked back once again to see the house she was talking about. Right there, only 5 houses down, stood viscount Bridgerton. He was looking towards the two of you, as you walk in the opposite direction. He noticed you looking back and gave you a little wave.

#anthony bridgerton #anthony bridgerton x reader #bridgerton #bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton imagine #anthony #fanfiction #fanfic #anthony fanfic #anthony bridgerton fanfiction

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ok ok so imagine using prompt 1 from short sentence starters and prompt 5 from scenarios so make a angsty buck x reader fic where reader was in love w/ buck but watched him love abby and left to go to texas and joined the crew out there or something. idk, but thanks for your time i hope your having an amazing week <3

Happier

Evan Buckley x reader; Hinted Mateo Chavez (not really though)

Word count: 1705

When I first met Evan Buckley I instantly fell in love. It was obvious he was irresponsible, reckless, and carefree, but those qualities in him were what drew me to him. He was also kind, funny, and hot as hell. We met when we both started at the academy at the same time. Every time I would say his name the many other Evan’s in the class would turn to me as well. So, I gave him a nickname of Buck, it quickly caught on. We became fast friends and after we completed our training we were both assigned to the 118. They called us Clark Kent and Lois Lane because of the way Buck was like my savior and I was there to scold him for his reckless actions. We never became more than friends because I was too scared to admit my feelings to Buck and at the time he was a player and I thought he would never change his ways. When Abby came along that changed. Buck, my Buck, became the perfect boyfriend. He helped with her mom, planned romantic dates, even visiting her whenever he could. Though Buck became a good boyfriend, he changed everything about himself, everything that made him my Buck. Soon we stopped hanging out and he was only focused on Abby. That hurt me alot. It killed me inside to be around them as they became the perfect couple. One day cousins, Judd and Grace, told me about an opening in a fire station down in Texas. It was less pay than in California but it was far away from Buck so I accepted. I went to tell Buck about it but all he did was blow me off due to some emergency surrounding Abby. So I didn’t bring it up again.

I moved to Texas and I felt out of place for a while. Then the accident at 126 happened. Judd was messed up for a while and Grace was lost. Soon some big shot from New York came and decided to reopen the 126. At first Judd was against this and then something changed and he joined the crew. I decided to as well and quickly felt welcomed, like we were a family. Like I did at the 118. The rookie Mateo and I had even gotten close. He was kind, sweet, cute, and funny. I tried my hardest not to find him attractive due to the whole Buck thing but he won me over soon enough. I hadn’t exactly told him I was crushing on him but I think it was obvious we both liked each other to those around us. Soon a fire started to spread through Texas and we needed more firefighters than we had. I heard they were recruiting from the 118 but I had no idea who they picked. When the crew and I were gathering around to hear our assignments and find out what to do I saw a ghost from my past. Standing right across from me stood Evan, Hen, and some other guy I hadn't met before. It was obvious the two saw and recognized me because as soon as cap was done they headed my way.

“Y/n. It’s so good to see you. I wish there were better circumstances though.” Hen said. It was awesome to see her again. She looked just as I remembered her paired with her radiant smile.

“It’s good to see you too, Hen.” I replied back.

“Hey, Y/n.” Buck said awkwardly.

“Evan.” I answered. I turned to the guy next to them. “I used to work at the 118 when I lived in LA. You must be new.”

“Yeah. I’m Eddie.” He offered his hand to me.

“So sorry to break up this party but in case y’all don’t remember we’re here to stop a fire. Y’all heard the cap, let's get to it.” Judd said as everyone disbanded. Luckily, I was assigned away from Buck with Marjan.

“So what happened with you and my fan boy?” Marjan questioned.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Oh please. For as long as I've known you, you’ve never been so cold with someone as cold as you were with him. Is he an ex or something?”

“Sorta. Not really… It’s complicated.”

“Sum it up for me then.”

“Well, boy meets girl at academy. Girl falls in love with the boy. Boy starts dating an older chick and forgets about the girl. Girl runs away to Texas and blocks the boy and erases him from her life.” I quickly summed it up.

“Yikes! I thought my love life was complicated.” She quipped. “Well I think girl, should talk to boy and work things out.” She did have a point. It’s not like Evan knew I was in love with him but at the same time he stopped being a friend to be someone else’s boyfriend.

“I’m not sure about that.” She shot me one of her looks. “Fine! I’ll talk to him.”

“I’m gonna make sure of that too.” She could be annoying at times.

After we were able to get the fire under control and you know not die, I decided to finally talk to Buck. I was walking over when it seemed like he was being rejected by TK. Huh? Since when did Buck… you know what never mind. “I hope this isn’t a bad time. I wanted to talk to you. Just to let you know his boyfriend is a cop so you’re barking up the wrong tree.”

“That’s not… I didn’t mean it like… What’s up, Y/n?” He was flustered.

“I wanted to know if you would like to grab a bite to eat or get drinks later and catch up? If that’s okay with Abby of course.” I added.

“Oh, I would love to, but just to let you know Abby and I broke up a few months after you left.” Oh my god really!

“Wow, I did not know that. Sorry to hear that.” I offered him a comforting hand. “Do you still have the same number?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, I'll text you the details. See you later.” I later texted Buck to meet me at a restaurant in town. Even if I didn't want to admit it, I did go out of my way to go out.

When I arrived Buck was waiting on me. “Wow, you look amazing.”

“Thank you, Mr.Buckley.” I teased. “So, how have you been?”

“I’ve been alright. After you left, Abby and I dated for another few months but then her mom died and she decided she needed to travel and live a “Eat,Pray,Love life”.”

“Ouch. I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Yeah. I didn’t get the memo that meant we were broken up though, so I stayed in her apartment for months.” Oh god that’s sad. “After that, I got crushed by a fire truck, fired, had to sue to get my job back, and a whole other bunch of issues.”

“What the hell happened when I left?” I laughed.

“Yeah, it’s been a whirlwind. Everyone knows Clark needs his Lois.” He said looking at me with a look I couldn't quite place.

“Oh yeah those nicknames.” I laughed. “That feels like ages ago.”

“Yeah it does. You look happier though.” Buck added.

“I am.”

“I still don’t get why you left though. I thought everything was fine.” Buck said as he grabbed my hand. Was he really that self-involved? He didn't see how his actions were affecting me?

I quickly took my hand out of his reach. “Seriously? You thought everything was okay? I’m sorry to burst your bubble, but it wasn’t.”

“Well obviously if you could just leave and not tell me something must have been wrong. I just don’t understand how you could do that to me, Y/n. you were supposed to be my friend.”

“Same goes for you! Buck you changed everything about yourself for some girl, and yeah some of those changes were good and necessary to be a good boyfriend, but you changed so much I didn’t even know who you were anymore. You stopped being a friend to me, Buck. So don’t you dare sit here and tell me how I was a bad friend because you need to take a look at yourself and see what you did wrong.” I stopped to take a breather and I said something that I never wanted to ever leave my mouth. “I was in love with you for god’s sake.”

Across from me, Buck sat there stunned. “You loved me?”

“Yeah… Like all friends love each other.” Wow, good save. (not.)

“No, you said you were in love with me. That’s completely different than loving a friend.”

“Can we just drop this, okay? I knew this was a bad idea. Buck, I’m gonna go.” I stood to leave the table when Buck grabbed my hand.

“Wait!” He pulled me to sit down again. “I never knew you felt like that. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stop being your friend. I just thought that if I became the kind of boyfriend Abby wanted I could get over you.” I looked at Buck shocked. “I loved you too, but I thought you would never see me that way. After all, I was a reckless playboy and your best friend. I didn’t want to admit I liked you, because if you didn’t like me back, not only would I lose my best friend, I would have been crushed.” After all this time I never knew buck felt like that. “Can you say something, I’m kind of sweating over here.” Before I could even think about what I was doing, my body reacted on it’s own.

I leaned over the table and connected my lips with Buck’s. It took his brain a second to comprehend what was happening but he quickly caught up. The kiss was everything I ever imagined. It felt like fireworks were going off and it was only the two of us in the whole world. I only parted when I finally needed air. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too.” Buck said as he leaned in for another kiss.

Notes: I was planning on releasing this Friday but hey it’s ready now so why not. Anyways like I posted I’m planning on releasing my royal AU mini-series soon. So stay tuned!

#evan buckley x reader #evan buck buckely #911 fox #911 fic #request #Eddie Diaz #911 lone star

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Detective, guide me?

[Goro Akechi x Reader]

Summary: You’re visiting your cousin who lives in Tokyo and you just happen to meet the Detective Prince, Goro Akechi.

Warnings: NONE

Author’s Note: I feel like we need more of Akechi, am i right? Sure I am. Just a short story, please bear with me.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32248585

“Like I said, cousin, I have literally no idea where I am or where I am supposed to be going,“ you huffed as you talked to your beloved cousin on the phone, while also being completely lost in Shibuya. Well, it seemed like such a good idea to visit him while he was here during his probation. Now you were not so sure anymore as you stood completely dumbfounded next to the famous Buchiko statue.

Out of self pity you reached to rub the dog’s paw, listening to your cousin’s attempt to give you the easiest possible directions. Easy, my ass, you thought bitterly.

You eyed the people go on and about their business and you caught yourself spacing out, suddenly the voice that spoke to you on the phone became a white noise.

“You got that? Just make sure you get to Yongen-Jaya. I can pick you up there at the station...“ your cousin hummed, a cat-like noise in the background that made you think the cat was telling him something. Ha, ridiculous. Thank Anime for those thoughts.

You blinked once - then twice. You felt hot and cold at the same time and you glanced around nervously. What was it he just said?

“Uh- yeah! Got’cha! No prob. Be there. Y-Yongen-Chia- was it?” you stuttered.

“What? No, Yongen-Jaya. Good luck, I gotta do something now,” your cousin laughed. “I trust you can do it!”

“W-wait- wait don’t hang up- Wait- Yongen-Jaya- how there?” you called desperately but the call was already disconnected.

Awesome-- you’re doomed. Were you supposed to just call a taxi? Surely that’d be the best course of action-

You had to look very lost and pathetic, because a young man approached you. You weren’t paying him much attention at first, frantically searching on your phone for any help internet could give you.

“I apologise for eavesdropping,“ the man said, forcing you to look up at him. You realised two things: his voice sweet like sugar and his face as handsome as that detective’s you saw on the TV just the other day-- huh, what?

“You were.. eavesdropping..? On me?“ you questioned suspiciously.

“Oh yes, how rude of me, I know. I overheard you’re headed to... Yongen-Jaya?“ he asked, giving you a sweet smile.

“You’re hearing things, sir,“ you remained cautious as you looked up and down his slim figure. You noticed the familiar uniform he was wearing, the attaché case with an A. in a circle. The reddish-brown eye colour that somehow reminded you of red wine.

He laughed softly, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

“My, I understand your concerns, but let me assure you, I approached you with good intentions. I, myself, am headed there. There’s this restaurant I’d like to visit.“ he hummed, still smiling.

Well, you should’t look given horse in the mouth if he was offering to help, right?

“What’s your name, sir?“ you mumbled, at this point just making sure.

This question seemed to take him by surprise as he blinked at you, his shock bringing you just a little satisfaction.

“Goro Akechi, Miss. I am-“

“Oh, so it is you,” you gasped quietly, covering your mouth. “Sure have guts talking to random person on the street. Should I start screaming that I see ‘the Detective Prince’?“ you teased, really just testing his intentions.

“Please don’t. Don’t you need help getting somewhere?” he smiled innocently, which took the wind out of your sails.

You nodded, defeated.

“Let me help you.”

With that, you followed Goro Akechi.

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The train was packed.

You could not believe the amount of people that managed to squeeze in, and it was even more shocking to you that it felt comforting when the detective stood between you and the others, shielding you from the rest of the passengers, as you stood with your back pressed against the train’s window.

Admittedly, it was a little weird having his hands just centimetres away from your head on both the left and the right side of you, but he was steadying himself from falling or being pushed on you. What a gentleman.

In return, you were holding his briefcase.

“I apologise, i didn’t think it’d be quite this crowded at this hour in the evening,“ Akechi mumbled, as if annoyed by the others.

“It’s alright, not your fault,“ you offered him a shy smile.

Akechi smiled back at you, keeping as much distance as he could when he felt someone’s backpack press into his back, forcing him closer to you. He still tried to keep calm.

“You know, you seem more patient on TV,“ you thought out loud.

“I try,“ he mumbled, eyeing you as you let out a quiet giggle. Well, that was cute.

"So, you said you're going to some restaurant?" you asked, fancying the idea of trying to have a small talk with the detective.

"It's famous for curry and coffee," Akechi nodded.

That made you pause a little. You were pretty sure your cousin was saying that exact same thing. Curry and coffee of the best quality. A restaurant located in a back alley with a French-like name. Hmm, name. What was it called again?

"-- anyways, in case you were interested, thats the restaurant's name," you caught the last portion of whatever Akechi was saying.

"Huh?" you blinked up at him, now actually feeling his breath on your skin as the crowd made him close the distance between the two of you almost completely. Centimetres apart, literally.

For reasons unknown, you felt your cheeks heat up. On the other side, it was pretty warm these days and the train was pretty full. Yup.

"Quite the habit of not listening, huh? I wonder if you have in common with whoever you're visiting," Akechi voiced his thoughts with a small snicker, either ignoring or not noticing the blush on your face.

Don't be stupid, he was a detective, he had to notice--

“No, not really. He’s a really good listener, actually,“ you shook your head slightly, gripping Akechi’s case tighter.

Akechi didn’t answer verbally, giving you a small nod instead. At this point his elbows were bent and his forearms also rested against the window. So close. You were pretty you’ve read about scenes like those online.

“Can I know his name and your destination, then? I could just escort you there, seeing how close we’ve gotten over our short ride,” Akechi said, an almost amused look on his face when you choked on your saliva. He meant literally. He meant literally!

“Akira Kurusu. Uhh, I am not sure what the place is called-“

“Akira Kurusu?“ Akechi blinked.

You nodded shyly. Did you say something wrong? Surely not?

“Then, assuming you weren’t listening when I first mentioned the restaurant’s name, are you headed to LeBlanc?“

Your gasp was all he needed to hear and you heard him sigh, mutter a quiet ‘Seriously,’ under his breath.

“Is there something wrong?“ you frowned a little. “Do you know my cousin?“

“Ah yeah, We... have met. A few times, actually. Yes.“ Akechi gritted through his teeth quietly. Well, what a full 180° turn in the atmosphere.

You couldn’t help but giggle. This was quite interesting. You loved to annoy your cousin and seeing Akechi’s partially annoyed expression gave you ideas.

Maybe you found a partner in crime.

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Akechi helped you step out of the train, holding your wrist tenderly as he pulled you aside as the crowd flowed through the station. He held your wrist for a bit, watching the people exit and enter the train.

“Here, your thing,“ you mumbled, pushing the briefcase into his free hand, letting him hold onto your wrist as long as he thought was necessary.

“Hmhm,“ he nodded. He fell quiet after he confirmed your destination and Akira’s name.

“Does it bother you that much?“ you asked.

“Does what bother me?“ he frowned a little.

“That Akira’s my cousin, that you volunteered to take me to LeBlanc,” you shrugged nonchalantly, noticing he still didn’t let go of your wrist.

“You said it, I volunteered - and I am headed there too, either way. And it was just... an unexpected information, don’t make it a big deal,“ he mumbled, looking around. “Let’s get going.“

Holding your wrist, he pulled you along, avoiding people as he followed the path he knew so well.

What a tsundere, you thought. That meant Akira knew this man too, then, right? You’d ask him later. Now, all you could do was drag yourself behind this fast paced detective.

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“(Y/N)- finally- why didn’t you call m---“ Akira paused in whatever he was about to say as was left speechless after he just opened the door to LeBlanc to greet you - and Akechi who was still holding your wrist-- wait, what?

“Cousin!“ you beamed, throwing yourself at Akira who caught you in his arms, holding you close - and you realised it was because he was just kind of glaring at the man who guided you here.

“Hello, Kurusu,“ Akechi faked his famous TV smile. “I apologise for this late intrusion, but I happened to run into (Y/N) here and seeing the lost look in your cousin’s eyes, I couldn’t not-help,“ he explained, oh so sweetly.

Akira rolled his eyes, glancing at you as he held your shoulders.

“I’m really sorry, Akira! I just felt so bad calling or texting you again, it felt so embarrassing! And he happened to be headed the same way!“ you apologised as you wiggled out of Akira’s hold.

“... Sure, alright. Uh. I will make you coffee on the house, tomorrow?“ Akira mumbled to Akechi who beamed in response.

“Splendid, how kind of you, Kurusu.”

“Yeah. Uh, (Y/N)... I will ... just... prepare your dinner, you must be hungry... uh... say thanks to Akechi...?“ Akira mumbled, actually unsure how to talk to the detective when you were present. He turned on his heels, shaking his head as he went inside the restaurant.

You glanced at Akira and then turned to Akechi who crossed arms over his chest.

“Thank you so much for the help. I am sure I’d be still at Shibuya station if it weren’t for you!“ you laughed nervously.

Akechi gave you a small nod.

The silence stretched, but you weren’t sure you wanted to say goodbye to the detective-guide that you met today.

You grasped all of the courage you could as you leant to peck Akechi’s cheek quickly.

“Please, be my guide again, sometime soon, detective,“ you smiled sweetly and then rushed inside the restaurant to bother your cousin.

Akechi stood outside with a dumbfounded expression, eyes wide as he watched you disappear inside LeBlanc. He blinked once, then twice, as a smile spread on his face. His gloved fingertips touched his cheek where your lips touched his skin.

“I’d love that,“ he mumbled, to no one in particular.

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