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swinterr · 3 years

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fic rec vi ♡

hi!

this is a another new set of fic rec and i’ll probably do a compilation of genre (?) just like the first ones.

made some changes like tidying up a bit and adding summary, for those that doesn’t have any summary i’ll try my best to add my own summary (it will probably be shit tho, i ain’t making a smut summary guys, i’m not confident in my describing a fic ability but i’ll try my best. if its in italic it means i made the summary hehez ) if the summary is shit, i made it okay.

read and support the fic and authors here: the fic rec ♡

a for angst

f for fluff

s for smut

// for series or list

nct

jeno

no title by @tyongf-nct | s

- smut blurb.

body guards and boyfriend by @pastelsicheng | f

- sometimes the only way you can really get some alone time with your boyfriend is by making his job hard.

lipstick smears by @kopikokun | f

- jeno never thought trying to get his makeup artist’s attention would be this hard.

jaehyun

[10:30] by @moonttaeil |

- a lockdown moment.

[2:40] by @nct-jungjaehyun | f a

- cute quality fluff time with bf!jae with a dash of angst.

[11:41] by @jeongvision | f

- family time with apples.

just like magic by @starryhyuck | f s

- jung jaehyun’s body count is almost as high as yours. however, after yuta spreads a nasty rumor, you learn that jaehyun’s always imagined those girls to be you instead.

love to hate me by @moonctzeny | s a

- you and jaehyun meet as sm trainees, developing a friendship until he debuts and you decided to leave the company and pursue a solo career. when you reunite again in a music show and he acts like he barely knows you, you stubbornly begin a series of hate-brimmed sex rendez-vous. your touch-and-go relationship continues on, until a song collaboration will force you both to deal with all your repressed feelings for each other.

moving on by @ddeonghwaa | f a

- reader has been chasing jae for some time but when she moved on jae suddenly enter the picture.

sun&moon by @ppangjae | f a

- asking jeong jaehyun to accompany you to your family’s 1-week christmas vacation as your boyfriend has its consequences. one can surely get through 1 week of pretending to be in love with an enemy, right?

snack run with a snack by @kopikokun | f

- on your usual movie night with the members, they assign you sudden snack collecting duty. you’re a little peeved, but at least jaehyun offers to tag along. Unfortunately for you, things really aren’t going in your favour tonight.

lover boy by @neoct-zen | f s

- bunch fics of lover boy jae and reader.

jungwoo

one more time, please by @haequarius | f s

- you don’t know what you and Jungwoo are, but you are certainly weak for him.

jealous by @whiplashsan | s

- jungwoo is all smiles and sunshine until he gets jealous, and he just so happens to get jealous over the smallest things when it comes to you.

doyoung

sugar, spice and everything not nice by @alreadyblondenow | s

- doyoung getting your ring size wrong, unprotected sex, kitchen sex, slight fingering, wedding tragedies.

no title by @ncteaxhoe | s

- dom!doyoung, rough? i need holy water.

the little one by @ethaeriyeol | f

- a gift of life; female reader x husband!Doyoung; fluff, light angst, married au

lucas

exquisite taste by @weishenkonbini | s f

- smut but with a fluffy ending.

for you always by @labyrinthsofyou | f

- in which you surprise yukhei when he forgets about your date.

6:19 by @cozykpopblurbs | f

- a cute fluff ft kun and winwin.

10:18 pm by @nctsoftarchives | f

- reader supports lucas at his superm debut stage.

16:47 by @sichengssmile | f s

- a fluffy smut. lucas a big boi.

missed you by @tokyobts | a f

- after you and yukhei broke up, yukhei still has feelings for you. he reaches out to you at school and tries to get you back. at first you avoid him but later his actions manage to make your heart flutter. you’ve come to a sudden conclusion that you maybe still want him in your life.

johnny

34 + 35 by @domjaehyun | s

- you and your husband johnny decide to take your marriage to the next step.

i couldn’t wait a little longer by @alreadyblondenow | s f a

- you two were never together longer than two days, but the feelings, oh the feelings that you have for each other is clear as the day. it was a never-ending try of making the relationship official. johnny tried, you tried but it never happens.

what happens in korea, not stays in korea by @alreadyblondenow | f s

- a week vacation in korea for your sister’s wedding became even more exciting when a famous dj had a crush on you. johnny was sure that it’s love at first sight. not putting both of your careers on the line, you two had no regrets when the time comes and you finally leave.

laundry day by @immabiteyou | s

- a domestic fluffy smut.

make a wish by @sluttyten | s f a

- you’re jungwoo’s sister, and he’s made it clear he wants you and Johnny to have nothing to do with each other. so you and johnny start fake dating to piss him off.

want it all by @sluttyten | f s

- you are entirely innocent to the point of being naive. johnny is not innocent, but he loves that you are because it means he can teach you everything you don’t know.

sungchan

wish i was her by @softsungchan | f a

- you wished you were her, laying in Sungchan’s arms and feeling his warm breath on your neck, giggling about sweet nothings whispered into the starry night. You wished for it to be you, the girl he liked.

2:21 am by @the32ndbeat | f

- sungchan being whipped, thru a text message.

haechan

14:52 by @ukiyoexo | f

- a cute haechan and reader ft the reader’s baby sister moment.

prince’s order by @nsheetee | f

- prince haechan nurses you after you faint, and orders you to stay with him until you feel better.

sweet treat by @markresonates | s

- haechan takes you for ice cream but all you can think about is sex with him. when you act like a brat, eventually you end up in the bathroom. with no panties.

clingy by @love-mi | f

- I’m not clingy! I just love your company and constantly want to be around you and have your full attention at all times

mark

hyuck is always right by @luvrenjun00 | f

- ceo!mark x reader ft baby donghyuck. a tooth-rotting fluff.

taeyong

snow storm by @whereisten | f s

- a fluffy smut whilst a snow storm.

1:59 by @smoll-tangerine | f

- reader and taeyong ft my favorite game (where i always die first) among us!

bts

taehyung

is this allowed 1 2 by @seokiie | f s

- how were you supposed to know bts would be filming at your coffee shop today? how were you supposed to know a certain curly-haired boy would take a liking to you?

cabin pressure | f by @jiminrings | f

- pilot!y/n who accidentally became famous bc of a viral post about her, best friend!jimin!, taehyung having a shy lil crush on you aND ot7 being meanies for a tad bit :((

art major!tae and biochem major!yn | f by @jiminrings | f

- tae’s cold and probably needs a friend more than he needs a model, y/n feels this nEED to take care of him, a term of enderment then a dash of emotional constipation and a sprinkle of jealousy :D

gank mid lane by @kimtaehyunq | f s

- gank / verb: (in a video game) use underhand means to defeat or kill (a less experienced opponent)

birthday surprise by @ephemeralkookie |

- like every year, you prepare a little surprise for your boyfriend’s birthday, one that you’ve been preparing for days. and after a very tiring day, taehyung only wants to spend the night in your loving arms.

jungkook

cookies & cream | s by @1kook | f s

- jungkook will watch a thousand cheesy christmas movies if it meant making you happy. (and maybe having his dick sucked.)

unholy night | s by @ephemeralkookie | f s

- after a christmas day passed with the Jeon’s family, Jungkook decides to transform the holy night into an unholy one.

‘a short’ abstinence | s a by @seokiie | s a

- maybe blue-balling you boyfriend (who has an insanely high sexual drive) wasn’t the best.

in which she’s done with him by @minstrivia | a

- jungkook angst/fluff where he always pushes oc away (who confesses her feelings but was cruelly rejected) and insults her but she always comes back to take care of him when he’s drunk or picks him up from his one night stands and she finally decides to leave him alone.

bad influence by @noteguk | s

- in which you know jungkook is a bad influence on you, but you can’t avoid falling for him every time.

jock!jk and shy art major!yn by @jiminrings | f

- established relationship ft. jock!jk and shy art major!y/n, y/n gets an unexpected pep talk and jungkook doubts himself, and either so much tears or so much dUST according to kook

special affair by @1oserjk | f

- sugar daddy au except it’s just jk spoiling u thru animal crossing

fairy of shampoo by @ironicarmy | f s

- sundays are for relaxation, house cleaning, and happiness.

abstract ft bob ross by @mimithings97 | f

- paintbrush in one hand, joint in the other and you sitting on his dick is what jeongguk wants. and what jeongguk wants, jeongguk gets.

badboy!jungkook by @jungshookz | f

- badboy!jungkook falls for good girl reader ft the boys and the reader’s apple.

growing by @lesgetittkookie | f

- dad!jungkook teacher his daughter how to walk. super super cute family/domestic fluff.

quiet, baby by @bratkook | s

- i don’t how to write a summary on smuts so imma just put this. reader and jungkook doing something in the subway.

still want that by @whatifyoulivelikethat | s

- fucking min yoongi ex-girlfriend? a terrible idea. being hopelessly in love with her at the same time? an even worse idea. knowing he was being used and still doing it anyway? ah, Jeon Jungkook, what are you doing? part 2 of savage love.

desiderium by @jeonggukingdom | f s

- “we’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still so horny?”. a newlyweds!au smut.

chapstick by @softyoongiionly | f s

- based on the time Jungkook said he needed someone to scold him so he’d remember to put lip balm on. or jungkook’s had a really long day and the only that can make it better, is seeing you.

lover boy by @jingukk | f

- jungkook likes you. a lot.

unexpected confession by @sunkissedjk | f

- you gathered up the courage to confess your feelings, but it seems everyone in school knows about it before you could even find him.

string attached by @ephemeralkookie | s

- jungkook is what we can call your sexfriend. No strings attached, just you and him having fun and releasing the huge pressure and stress of being idols. But after spending an entire day together, you realize that maybe he’s not just your sexfriend.

no title by @himbojk | f s

- dilf jk.

astro

eunwoo

ceo!eunwoo by @m0onbean

no title by @yutopiada | f

- a cute idol!reader and eunwoo moment at a music show.

disney by @bangchan-sonyeondan | f

- a cute date with eunwoo at disney. reader likes vintage things hence using a disposable camera.

baby, it’s cold outside by @fresh-outta-jams | f

- a cute cold christmas fluff with eunwoo ft. the boys. reader went to the boys’ place for a sweater and cocoa gift exchange.

got7

yugyeom

cruel brothers by @imsarabum | f

- jackson and jaebum have always acted as if they were your big, overprotective brothers. so when they both walk in on you and yugyeom in a very intimate position, things get a little tense!

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soobin

a special night by @gyuluster | f

- an intimate insight on the first night of choi soobin’s wedding, consisting of kitchen floors, witches and an eternity of love.

boughs & branches by @jeogiyall | f

- decorating the tree with boyfriend! choi soobin from txt! fluffity fluff fluff with a lot of cute fluff thrown in and a dash of christmastime fluff.

sleepy binnie by @immabiteyou | s

- “i’ll let you do anything if you just touch me now. “ a sleepy soobin smut.

cake by @immabiteyou | s

- reading waiting for mc soobin with the guys. a cute fluffy smut moment.

kpop oc/s

seri by @ggukkiedae

anyway, thank you again for the writers please take care and be safe!

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shyvioletcat · 4 years

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could you maybe do a 'im worried about you' for lysaedion, love your writing!!

Surprise! A little Lysaedion drabble set in It Takes Two. First bit is post Aedion punching Rowan in the face and the second part just after Rowan says the dumb things to Arobynn at the book store.

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Lysandra was already home by the time Aedion walked through the door of their apartment. He could hear her in the kitchen, doing the dishes. From the way they were clanking in and out of the water Aedion could tell that she was upset. The thing was, so was he.

He had been stewing in his anger since he gave Rowan that coffee and bag of peas. Work provided very little distraction from his thoughts. Aelin was pregnant and she hadn’t told him, she always told him everything, and Lysandra had kept that secret for her as well. And there was the fact that Rowan had been the one to knock her up. He couldn't even fathom how the two of them had got into that situation because of how much they hated each. Aedion felt the betrayal from Aelin, the betrayal from Rowan, and he couldn’t stop seeing Aelin’s face when he’d asked what Rowan’s response had been. She had looked so small, so defeated, it damn near broke his heart.

At least Aedion got one good punch in.

Aedion walked further into the apartment calling out a terse hello. He knew he should not be angry at his girlfriend, he was trying to rein it in. But it had been a long day.

Lysandra turned when she heard him come into the little kitchen. “I half expected you to come home with a black eye to match the one you gave Rowan,” she said as she pulled the apron over her head and pulled off the rubber gloves.

Aedion shook his head. “I gave him a half-hearted apology if that helps. I don’t even understand how it happened. They hate each other.”

“Trust me when I say I don’t think you want to.” Lysandra’s bottom lips caught under her teeth as she thought of what to say next. Aedion just blew a heavy breath through his nose and waited.

“It was a dick move, you know. Going after Rowan like that,” Lysandra said. “I know Aelin is your cousin, but Rowan is your friend.”

“I heard what you said though,” Aedion said. “Have you changed your mind, you don’t think he deserved it?”

Lysandra crossed her arms. “I didn’t say that.”

There were a few beats of painful silence and then Aedion asked quietly, “Why didn’t you tell me about Aelin?”

“After what happened today you’re asking me that?” Lysandra said pointedly. “And it was because she asked me not to, and she’s… she’s not in a great place and I couldn’t betray her like that. Not now.”

Something about those words had something in Aedion’s chest aching and he had to turn away. He walked to the couch and heard Lysandra following him. “Aedion,” she said softly but he didn’t answer.

There was something else that had been plaguing his mind today. But this was about the two of them, him and Lysandra, about their plans.

“Aedion, talk to me please,” Lysandra said as she sat beside him, a hand on his knee. “I’m worried about you. I know how angry you must have been all day but please don’t shut me out now.”

Aedion took a minute to breath, focusing on each breath going in and out of his body. Lysandra sat beside him and waited – waited for him to be ready, providing that steadying force she had always been for him. It was why he had waited for her, why he decided she would be it for him. She completed him.

She squeezed his thigh, gently urging him to say what he was on his mind.

“Probably not the best time to have a baby, huh?” Aedion said, his tone defeated. He looked over at Lysandra and saw tears shining in her eyes.

She swallowed, her mouth dipping into a frown even as she fought it. “I think Aelin needs us right now.”

Just over a month ago Aedion had brought the subject up, and at first Lysandra had been hesitant. But a day or two later she had come back to him with an answer. She had said yes and kissed him, and kissed him again when he asked if she was sure. They decided then and there that they would start trying. But now…

“I’m so sorry, Lys,” Aedion said. “I don’t want Aelin to rule our lives but she won’t be able to do this alone. She’ll need us and I don��t want her to think she can’t rely on us completely.”

“I know,” Lysandra said as she wiped away a tear and Aedion lifted his hand to her cheek to wipe away the other.

“It’s not off the table completely, I promise,” Aedion said. “Just means we get more time to practice.”

Aedion smiled and Lysandra let out a thick laugh through her tears. When she moved into his lap he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her until the tears and sadness faded to something more bearable.

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Lysandra felt like she was going to be sick. She sat in the toilet with the lid down watching the timer count away on her phone. Waiting for it to go off was too much and her stomach was in knots. She first noticed something was different when her breasts swelled and ached, like they always did before her period but this time it was worse. They were super sensitive, so much so she had taken to wearing some kind of support 27/7. Then she was a few days late, then she was a week late, and then she decided it was time to take a pregnancy test.

They had bought a heap in their excitement when they decided to start trying, but then those plans had been put on hold and they had just been sitting in the cupboard. But a few weeks ago they had drunk maybe a few too many glasses of wine with dinner and they hadn’t been particularly careful that night. Lysandra hadn’t expected anything to come from it, but here she was waiting for that timer to go off.

“Lys,” Aedion said, followed by a knock. “You right in there?”

There was no point in stalling so she opened the door and watched as Aedion’s face scrunched in confusion. But his face went slack when she pointed to what sat on the vanity bench.

“Oh,” he whispered.

This wasn’t great timing. Rowan had just demonstrated once again how much of an idiot he was when he went and said those things to Arobynn at the bookstore. Aelin was a mess, terrified he would walk away from her again and still so confused over when he’d said to her when he’d finally snapped after the twin’s birthday party. But still… Lysandra couldn’t help but hope a little bit.

Finally the timer went off but neither she or Aedion moved.

“I can’t look,” Lysandra finally said.

So it was Aedion who moved forward to see what the test said. “It’s positive, Lys.”

Every thought went out of Lysandra’s head. “What did you say?”

“It’s positive. You’re pregnant.”

Aedion turned around, a beaming smile on his face. Lysandra went up behind him, looked over his shoulder and saw the blue plus sign.

“I’m… pregnant?” She asked breathlessly.

“Looks like it,” Aedion said, turning and cupping her face with his hands, that ridiculous smile still on his face. “And I couldn’t be happier.”

“It’s unexpected,” Lysandra said as his thumbs brushed against her cheeks, easing her out of her shock.

“But are you happy about it?” Aedion asked.

Lysandra didn’t hesitate. “Gods, yes!”

Then Aedion was kissing her and the knots in her stomach untied. They were going to have a baby and despite the surprise of it Lysandra didn’t think she’d ever been more excited about anything in her life.

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Thought I’d provide a little more insight after last chapter’s little announcement

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anakinisvaderisanakin · 3 years

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The Mask of Death Chapter 14 - For Her Sake (Vader Being Scary Fanfic)

Bail Organa had never been so terrified. He felt the layer of cold sweat damp and clammy against his forehead, his lips drawn into a strained grimace to prevent them from trembling. He had been through war zones, kidnappings, terrorist attacks and assassination attempts. He had aided Jedi fugitives Yoda and Obi-Wan Kenobi as they went into exile, right under the nose of the newly announced Emperor Palpatine. He had adopted the daughter of one of his best friends in the wake of her tragic passing, and was actively raising her as his own. He had seen the child’s father murder younglings, in the name of The Dark Side. What he hadn’t counted on was for said adopted daughter to grow to resemble her father more and more with each passing day. She had her late mother’s political lenience, her debate skills, her keen intellect, her dark hair and brown eyes. But she had her biological father’s dry sarcasm, his stubbornness, his nose for trouble, his courage.

Anakin Skywalker died on Mustafar, Obi-Wan had said. At the very least, he had been left for dead, consumed by flames. Perhaps, Obi-Wan had known that was a lie. Perhaps, he had known his former apprentice lived albeit a changed man.

Bail had never been as closely linked to Anakin, he’d been Padmé’s close friend and although Anakin had always been polite and easy to make conversation with, there’d always been a barrier he couldn’t penetrate. Sometimes, he’d wondered whether Anakin was jealous of his friendship with his secret wife - something he wouldn’t find out about until much later. Either way, whereas Obi-Wan and Yoda had deemed Anakin Skywalker to be dead as soon as he transitioned from Jedi Knight to Sith Lord - Bail didn’t share their opinion. Perhaps Obi-Wan had loved the boy too much to see the darkness in him, but Bail has noticed his dull edge early on. What little he had gathered from Padmé when she would mention him, had only served to further his suspicions.

Bail had been wary enough, knowing he’d need to keep his daughter, Leia, under wraps to hide her potential from the Emperor, were she to have inherited her father’s Force abilities. That was trouble enough, knowing the power of Palpatine whose cunning intellect had played both sides of The Clone Wars right into his own hands. No, worse yet was this.

Leia was all of six ars old, and while Bail would have preferred to leave her behind on Alderaan with either his wife, Breha, or a handmaiden, or nursing droid - her big brown doe eyes pleading with him to attend the senate banquet with him had made him cave. It might be dangerous, but she hadn’t displayed any latent Force powers so he deemed it safe enough. She was his daughter, there was no reason for anyone to suspect where her biological heritage might come from. Except, once they arrived - little Leia dressed in a baby blue, frilly gown with puffy sleeves, befitting of her status as crown princess of Alderaan, and a sheer embroidered silver scarf resting over her narrow shoulders - the banquet had turned out to be preceeded by an unprepared gathering. Apart from Bail Organa himself, the small party involved Mon Mothma of Chandrila, Gall Trayvis, Burla Pao, Adrian Loto and Lafreeda Zint - all member of The Imperial Senate, as well active members of the organized secret Rebel Alliance. That in itself was enough to make Bail break into a nervous coldsweat.

Still as the less than unwitting senators settled down, realizing far too late it may be a trap rather than an actual briefing - they were joined by three additional party members. The first two, Bail knew all too well. Grand Moff Wilhuff Tarkin, with his receeding silver hair meticulously combed back; his piercing, steel gray eyes scanning the faces of each attendant. His thin lips twisted into a callous smile, as he gave a curt bow of greeting before settling down at the head of the long table. The warm mahogany shades of the unusually well decorated dining lounge seemed so much less inviting, his presence bringing everyone up on their toes. Bail felt Leia’s big, dark eyes study his expression as she peered up at him from the spot on his lap where she sat poised; before her gaze travelled over to Tarkin’s gaunt, lanky form.

Hard on his heels strolled the newly appointed Captain Rae Sloane, whose prestige had gained her favours to climb the ladder after her aid had helped retract the Emperor himself unscathed after an assassination attempt over Ryloth; lead by a close ally to Bail himself, twi’lek freedom fighter Cham Syndulla. Her frizzy dark curls were tied back into a neat, tidy ponytail and she held her head high, confident in her newfound position. Bail had no doubts she possessed the ambition necessary to make a name for herself. It was the person to follow after her, that made Bail’s heart drop into his stomach. He gulped, and bit back the bitter taste of bile that welled up in his throat; hands suddenly unsteady as he held Leia closer to his body, as if that would help secure her. It didn't ease his nerves.

Captain Sloane sat down on the chair next to Tarkin, looking suspiciously like his right hand woman, and the small smirk on her painted lips suited her. The third guest the Imperial party had brought along, no doubt as an intimidation factor as he cared little for politics, opted to stand silently to the left side of Tarkin’s chair. His strong arms were folded nonchalantly across his wide chest, the constant sound of his respirator giving off a rhythmic pattern - breathing in and out in steady intervals. Behind the trio, at least a dozen stormtroopers, armed and ready, loomed outside the hydraulic doorway. They stood immobile, the door locked on open as a grim reminder of their presence. But Bail didn’t even glance at their gleaming, polished white armors and helmets. Instead, he found it difficult to tear his eyes away from Darth Vader; as the enforcer of the Emperor hovered like a makeshift harbinger of death right behind Tarkin.

Anakin Skywalker is dead, the Jedi exiles had said. But Bail had seen the holo recording, he had seen Emperor Palpatine - Sith Lord Darth Sidious - deem Anakin his new apprentice. Darth Vader, he had been dubbed. And Darth Vader was very much alive.

There were no physical remnants of the man whom the girl queen and senator Padmé Amidala of Naboo had fallen so madly in love with. Gone was the unruly dark blonde hair, the stormy blue eyes, the cocky smirk, the boyish attitude. Instead, Vader came across more like a reaper. Clad in all black, billowing cape trailing behind him. Taller than Anakin had ever been, by at least a few inches. Bail remembered Anakin had been shorter than him, but Vader made even him and his six foot three frame feel small; forced even him to tip his head backwards to meet the Sith Lord's gaze. Except, Vader’s gaze existed only as a pair of crimson, opaque lenses as eye holes for the face plate he wore. A mask, and helmet, concealing his identity. Making him unreadable, unpredictable. The mask itself eerily reminiscent of a human skull, with exaggerated and accented angles. As Bail peered uneasily down at Leia, he noted that her eyes, too, were glued to Vader’s form.

“I suppose it’s about time I explain the idea behind our little rendez-vous,” said Tarkin’s shrewd, authoritative voice.

“Please, do,” Mon Mothma agreed, faking a rather believeable smile as she invited one of her least favourite people in the world to take the lead.

Vader didn’t move. Bail wasn’t sure whether he was listening, or simply lending his physical form as a prop for intimidation. Even as Bail tried his best to pay attention to Tarkin’s lengthy speech of the Emperor’s supposed faith in this exact group of Imperial Senators - a blatant lie they were all aware of - he failed to maintain his focus. Instead, he carefully watched Vader out of his periphery; feeling Leia squirm, unruly on his lap as she began to get bored and restless with the drawled lecture.

“I was not aware there would be children present,” interrupted an unimpressed Vader, his tone booming and powerful as it ricocheted off the walls - in response to Leia’s annoyed grunt, as she attempted two wriggle loose from her adoptive father’s vice like grip.

“I’m terribly sorry, Lord Vader. Senator Organa was not aware of your direct involvement, we were summoned on the behalf of the annual banquet, as you are aware. He came prepared for the festivities,” Mon Mothma was quick to inject; and Bail stifled a small sigh of relief.

“I see. It is… unfortunate, that he lacks adequate foresight,” Vader replied, the short pause drawn out and premeditated, and Bail felt the hairs at the back of his neck rise.

To calm himself, he gently smoothed back Leia’s soft fishtail braid, looping it through his fingers and she huffed in protest.

“I apologize, with all due respect. This is my daughter, and while I agree that it is not an optimal arrangement, there is little else I can do at this point,” he quickly said, to hopefully mend the situation and direct the attention away from himself and back towards the issue on the table.

“I was under the presumption that you have little trouble gathering up servants upon request. A nurse would hardly be inssufficent for a man of your status.”

Vader seemed to go for a matter of fact delivery, but his voice was as monotone as ever, filtered through the vocalizer as it altered his naturallyspeaking voice. Anakin had had a cheeky, but soft tone - sometimes whiny, sometimes sarcastic, sometimes kind. The dry sarcasm persisted, but all else seemed to have ebbed away until only the unnatural baritone of the modulizer remained. Vader shifted a tad, hooking his thumbs casually into his belt and Bail had to force himself not to clear his dry throat when he realized the man’s head was tilted ever so slightly in his - and subsequently Leia’s - direction. The words were a thinly veiled jab, but Bail didn’t reply. Instead, he carefully bounced Leia a bit on his lap to amuse her and she seemed to relent for a moment, though she was back to fiddling with his laced fingers, determined to break free.

“Either way,” Tarkin picked up where he had been cut off, “ there is in fact a reason this security debriefing was deemed a necessity. The banquet will transpire as is tradition, but I was tasked with informing your particular parties of suspected terrorist activity in your immediate sectors. You are not being accused of anything, neither are you presumed to be involved with these nefarious activities. But, it is our duty as Imperial sovereigns, to warn you on behalf of the Emperor himself. Unfortunately, he will not be able to attend the festivities, much less this brief meeting. He does, however, send his best regards and my only priority is to forward his deepest condolences.”

It was nothing they hadn’t heard before.

In fact, Bail could count the very few and far between appearances the Emperor had made in person since the day he was announced as such. He blamed his physically marred features for his unwillingness to attend social ceremonies. Bail nodded, only half listening.

It was uncomfortably cold. A frigid, dry, jagged sort of icy chill lingered in the tense air. Before the Imperial trio arrived, the company had been warm and friendly, though poignant with suspicion. Now, the space seemed cramped, constrictive and suffocating. As Bail tried to focus on the culprit of the eerie, uneasy sensation - he found its source without really trying. Stinging, piercing, sharp pin pricks emanated from Vader’s direction. As if his very aura, his Force signature as the Jedi called it, was oozing off him. As if the sensation of dread was part of his very core, as if it was emitted from him in a cloud of invisible, foggy haze. Its shadow fell upon the small group, trapping them in despair, contempt and an awkward stillness. Peforating every inch of their perimetry.

That was the moment little Leia chose to make a break for it.

With an agile twist, she rolled around full body and slipped promptly out of her father’s now slack grip. Bail flinched, already reaching out for her to restrain her yet again, but she ducked and avoided his hands. In an instant, all eyes were first on the viceroy's helpless expression as his clumsy hands fumbled through empty air for his daughter’s tiny form. Then, they travelled over to Leia who had already managed to slip underneath the table; dive between Sloane’s legs to crawl under her chair, and pop up right in front of Vader. He towered over her, even as he too appeared to be staring at her petite figure. Her cheeks were tinged pink, the cold of the room nipping at the tips of her ears and nose. One tiny hand clutched at the lace embroidered along the hem of her lavish dress; the other was thoughtfully rubbing her little chin as she tipped her head so far back, she nearly toppled over to peer inquisitively up at Vader.

Bail was up on his feet in the blink of an eye, scrambling as he took a few rushed strides towards his daughter - and the Sith Lord. Vader regarded the small child, head tipped forward to grant him a better view through his seemingly cumbersome head piece. He said nothing, and Bail noticed the green and red blinking lights of Vader’s belt reflected in Leia’s large, dark eyes. He didn’t dare look away, didn’t dare tear his gaze away from the visage of his daughter standing in front of a child murderer, a monster - and unbeknownst to both her and him, her biological father. Bail’s outstretched hands retreated slowly, and he curled them into fists for lack of anything better to do with them. He let out a small gasp through an open mouth, and watched as it came out in a cloud of condensation. Out of the corner of his eye, he noted Tarkin’s amused expression, one silver eyebrow quirked at the display.

“You’re cold,” proclaimed Leia in a high pitched tone after what seemed like an eternity. "You could get sick."

Vader did not reply, but neither did he ignore or brush off the comment. Bail felt his heart hammering wildly against his ribcage, as he watched in awe while Leia promptly reached up to slide the flimsy fabric of her decorative scarf off her shoulders with a shrug. She pouted, determination furrowing her fine brows as she stood on her tiptoes.

“This will help,” she declared proudly.

Wobbling slightly, she raised her arms as far as they would go only to tuck the frilled end of her little ornate scarf into the crook of Vader’s sturdy elbow. He stood unrelenting, and Bail wasn’t sure whether he should be horrified by how uncanny the child’s resemblance to her late mother was when she smiled; a wide, toothy beam revealing the missing front tooth. He felt fear pooling in his belly, his stomach churning and his face pale as Leia took a step back to admire her handiwork and thoughtfulness. She clapped her hands, pleased with herself. Vader’s hollow eye sockets shifted to stare first at the small girl, then at the scarf that was barely wide enough to reach around his arm where it rested draped over his elbow. Then, whatever spell had transfixed him seemed to wear off, as he turned his head to lock eyes with Bail. Even through the face plate, Bail could readily feel the intensity and weight of the bewildered glare he was rewarded. It took all his resolve not to shrink back; his concern for Leia’s safety winning out as he hurriedly closed the gap between them to scoop his daughter up into his arms, and settle back down in his seat. Tarkin was first to break the tension, as he chuckled at the unexpected display.

“You have raised a quite remarkable child, Senator Organa,” he said, his tone an odd mixture of snide and amused. “Let us hope she will grow up to develop your sense of propriety.”

The rest of the meeting progressed rather effortlessly, a tirade of threats and insinuations hidden behind a facade of protocol politeness and curtesy. Bail had heard it before, although the knowledge that the Imperial fleet had detected suspicious movement around the Alderaan system did nag at the back of his mind as a foreboding warning. Leia settled down, silent and obedient as soon as she had carried out her mission. The room was still freezing cold, but Leia was warm to the touch; her skin soft, and her head heavy as she rested it against her father’s chest. Soon, she drifted off into the light, easy sleep only a satisfied child could muster. Her expression remained proud even in her sleep, as a dark brown strand of hair fell into her chubby little face. As the party said their goodbyes, concluding the meeting, Bail gathered up his sleeping daughter to close to his chest - protective and paranoid.

When Bail exited, last in line, Vader lingered just outside the hydraulic doors. Tarkin, Sloane and the troopers were already retreating down the hall in the opposite direction - no doubt to touch up on their own appearances before the banquet come evening. Bail hoped Leia’s nap would give her enough energy to enjoy herself, seeing as there were more likely to be at least a few other children in attendance for her to play with. He hoped it'd help her forget the encounter, he didn't look forward to her asking questions about the Dark Lord. Still, as he moved to swiftly pass Vader, a chill went down his spine and he instinctively stopped; an inherent need to adress the man screaming at him to tread lightly.

“Lord Vader. I must apologize for my daughter’s brash behaviour. She can be rambunctious, she has a mind of her own. It will not be repeated, I assure you,” he said, in what he hoped was a respectful voice as he turned towards the other man to face him.

Vader stared dismissively down at him, his head tilting downwards as his gaze shifted to the sleeping Leia. She snored quietly, mumbling something intelligible as she rubbed her cheek against her father's frock. For a fretful instant, Bail felt terror wash over him as he dreaded the thought that perhaps Leia’s obvious resemblance to Padmé was not lost on Vader. Perhaps, he had put it all together. Perhaps, the effort that had gone into hiding Leia’s true parentage had been in vain, to no avail.

Hesitating, Bail held his breath as Vader reached into the left side of his inner robes - only to pull out the little, frail scarf he’d been offered. It was wrinkled, comically tiny where it rested across the Sith Lord’s large, gloved palm. He held it midair for a short moment, as an offering; as if unsure of what to do with it - and Bail took the opportunity to force out a hushed ‘thank you’, relief washing over him when he gently tugged at the end of the fabric and it slid effortlessly out of Vader’s loose grasp.

“Indeed. I would expect as much. For her sake,” Vader said as a reply to Bail's earlier attempted apology, and the impact of those words were not lost on him.

Without further ado, Vader turned on his heel to stalk in a quick pace down the same corridor Tarkin and Sloane had disappeared along. Heart still thundering away in his chest, Bail watched the black shadow of his form disappear in the distance, menace of his presence dying away with it. He knew what that threat meant, and he was determined to honour Vader’s assessment.

After all, Vader didn’t know the entire truth - and he was no stranger to spilling blood of the innocent youth.

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So, I love the installments I've written for Leia and Vader so far in this fic, and I wanted to write something from Bail's POV. What better than to have him fear for his daughter's safety the very first time she is introduced to Darth Vader? Leia is so young, she doesn't remember this encounter later on and whatever she may recall she would chalk up to a fever dream or childhood fantasy. Bail, of course, never brings it up again except for to Breha in secret.

Hence, my explanation for the existence of this chapter. Most of all, I wanted a different angle and take on the dread Vader emanates, and I'm glad to have another installment of this series out. It's been forever!

Enjoy!

Ao3 link below:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24049894/chapters/69212226

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A flock of crows, part one

Behind the curtain: Wooops we had a coding glitch! So sorry, here’s the corrected version! There’s no trigger warning for this part, but there will be for the next one! Please don’t get too attached to the characters.

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« Please don’t give me away! I’ll be a good bitty! Better! » He flails, hits the ground with his feets in his tantrum. His owner raises an eyebrow, his eyes lasting on the being, he seems to doubt... But no.

The pet creature was a cancer since day one. To the never-ending wailing had added hidden orders, reflexions and comments... Critics. On the way he was living, his way of clothing himself, the hour he was waking up on week-ends! He had took that baby blue as a good deed, since one of his friend was moving in where they weren’t allowed. But now? This good deed had been drown by months of hard feelings about this thing, high as two berrys but so irritating. Putting a flyer down in front of the bitty, the baby blue could clearly hear his owner tell…

« I’m bringing you where they will take care of you to your worth. » Blue was forced to take a few step back as the blow of the flyer nearly knocked him out of his feet. He bends to the paper, tries to read.

« Beaux Cieux Breeding ? » Stutters Blue, raising a questionning face to his human.

« You’ll end your days as a stallion. » His owner giggles. « I’m nearly jealous. »

...

The silence clearly didn’t came to the rendez-vous during the whole car ride. The pleading becomes thumping. Blue now yells to be heard, soiling the poor hamster cage he was carried away with tears and other colored fluids.

« HUMAN DON’T DO THAT !! » He bawls. « THIS IS THE WORST DECISION OF YOUR LIFE !! » The said human turns higher the radio volume but the screamings won’t stop anyway. What follows of the speech is the same refrain. ‘Not that you’re used to take good decisions ! / you’re gonna regret me / I’m your bitty and I love you ! / bring me home, I know you love me too !’. When Blue ends up understanding that he won’t have any answers, his words melt into a high-pitching wailing. The crys go on and on until the car stops in front of an adorable little farm, all that picturesque. At twenty minutes from town, the air there is pur. Half-feral cats hang out in the courtyard, rubbing themselves to the human legs as he slaps close his car’s door. This one used to be brand new, once there was a time, before that Blue idiot had this idea that a turquoise color will better fit a vehicule of his ‘magnificence’... And starts to repaint it with a colored pencil. The horrid cracks on his car painting would have finished convincing the human that his choice was for the best, if he had doubted it only a little.

« Welcome ! » A young girl, maybe forteen, comes running. Her full face and her lively eyes bring a smile to the human.

« Thanks! Are your parents here ? » He asks, this barely audible, drown by the bitty cries that came back stronger. The girl raises her shoulders.

« They’re busy. But they told me to take the bitty. You’re the person we had on the phone? » The human uses a small time to bring himself back together.

« Oh. Yes. Here’s Blue. Here... » He hands the cage and the girl takes it with a whole particular caution. The human goes away, missing by a second the glance of malice living in the girl’s eyes.

« So, Blue, we’re a lil grumpy? » She let away, gaining a truce in the cries. Blue raises his huge wet eyesockets to the teen. « Name’s Jessica and, you’ll see, you’ll have such a blast, here ! » Taking no care to the cats swarming to her feets whom were interested in the small rodent, she walks toward a small barn, a little far from the main house. Blue clumsily walks to the front of his cage, his cute lil hands holding the bars.

« You’re my new mommy ? » He ask, a shiver in his voice. Jessica softly laughs.

« Whatever. » She breaths, ignoring the dumb face of the bitty, falling apart to such an answer. Putting the cage to the ground, so she can push with both of her hands a door way too heavy, Blue see agglutinating around him the felides, meowing of hunger as if he was a can of tuna.

« Er... Jessica? » Squeals the scared bitty. But nobody answers him excepted the heavy creaking of the wood door. At last, the door had given up and opens on a dumping ground drown in darkness. Blue doesn’t have any time to prepare himself before his cage is balancing again at the end of the young girl arms. She dumps it in a CLANK that can’t be unheard on something that had metal on it- another cage? Then she rubs her hands.

« You’ll be fine, here, until the chirurgy. » Blue frozes to such speaking. Chirurgy? But wasn’t it...

Why would he needs chirurgy?

« I’m not ill ! » The bitty defends himself. « Chirurgy, it’s for people who’re really ill! » He whines but that does nothing if not amusing the teen. She doesn’t bother answering and goes away, having the same struggle to close the door after her. Just before the outside light dims into a stray of light, Blue has the time to see one of the cat slithers into the barn.

« Hey ! »

Then, the nothingness. Or it was what he belived. But as his eardrums get used to the lack of stimulis, he ends up earing way weaker sounds. The noise of one- no, hundreads of breathings, harshs, terrified, brokens. Mad laughing and wailing melted and- oh, the meowing develishly high-pitched of the cat, prowling through the aisles. The aisles... He eyesockets grows used to the darkness. There’s rows and rows... Is that cages? Blue let away a chocked breath.

« IS THERE SOMETHING HERE? » Yells the baby blue. He stands surprised not to have any answers and insists. « Please ! » The last word, a weak pleading.

« Shut the fuck up. » The blue’s eyesockets grows bigger.

« LANGUAGE !! » He spats, a reflex of when he was at the adoption center. One cage down, the red eyelights of what seems to be an edgy become sharper. He stares the maybe ennemi for a time before understanding what’s in front of his eyes.

« A baby blue. Tch. As if I needed that. » The voice sounds clear. The edgy have several months less than the baby blue.

« A JUNIOR! ALL FOR THE BETTER! MY MAGNIFICENT EXEMPLE WILL- »

« I don’t think that’s the time for that’. » White pupils shining in the cage in front of his calmly answer. Blue hesitates for a moment. A... Sansy ? « Just do what he says, we don’t really have the soul to have a chat. »

« Nonsense ! » Complains the little Blue. « I just arrived and I need answers ! » Useless to say that the tiny creature is deeply insulted. « At what time do we have a snack, here ? » There’s a silence, then the frenetical laughter of the edgy. Blue frowns. Did he... Missed snack time? It was so villain to laugh at him...! « Good, and what are we doing here? » He carrys on, a little less brave. « Oh, it’s for a birthday surprise, it is it? » His excited voice suddenly slips to the idea. « We are the gifts, aren’t we? » To whom will they be gifted? To a child who would play with them all day long? To a sweet human girl who would love cuddles? Or even to a monster, Blue wasn’t difficult! As long as the person would be willing to let them sleep in the bed...

« Fuck... » Laughs the red one. « I tell him ? »

« No ! » Yells the sansy in a panic. « Let him in his world. For now... » It was better to keep the eyesockets closed. It will always be time to stress out to the bone later one... But the edgy didn’t seem to want to hear such an answer. With a cruel smile, he blurted out.

« Eh, dumb-face... Look what’s over yout head! »

« UH ?? » Blue raises his face without thinking, suddenly noticing a glimpse of silver light hanging on the ceiling.

« It’s the ‘chirurgy chain’. » Continues the edgy, a sadistic tone ringing in his voice. « The shiny thingy, it’s a butcher hook~ >> He soft talks, exctatic, despite the whimperings of the sansy, trying his best to make him shut up. Blue’s bones grow paler as he registers the words.

« Ha... Haha? » He answers back. « YOU GOT ME WELL, EDGY, BUT I DID NOT FALL FOR THAT! THERE’S AN END TO ALL BAD JOKES! »

#Bitty whump #Bitty abuse #Bittybones abuse

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bluezanon · 4 years

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Some of my favourite fanfics from my favourite wlw couples (everything is from AO3)

Brittana:

- you are all that I need (Santana plays guitar and is in love with her best friend)

- Front row, baby (Santana and Rachel are having conversations)

- This love of mine (Christmas away from each other then new year party with the glee club)

- Secret heart (Brittana told from Rachel's point of vue)

- Simply divine (demi gods)

- In between days (after 3x06 Santana feels like she’s breaking apart)

Sanvers/Supercorp

- pajama based assumptions (Maggie finds Kara in Alex's apartment one morning)

- Is she? Or isn't she? (Maggie and Alex make bets on Lena's sexuality)

- Isolated (Kara feels isolated and Maggie is there to help)

- Oblivious (Kara is dating Lena but Alex thinks she is dating mon-el)

- Of Food and Romance (Lena steals Kara’s food, something that usually ends in a 30 mins lecture. The gang are baffled)

Vauseman

- If your heart was a prison (pick up lines)

- You little shit (baby in prison)

- Piper's best laid plan (book club)

- Hey you! Laura Ingalls Wilder! (Soulmate au)

Clexa

- Stealing kisses (secret relationship in high school)

- I run to you (Clarke runs after her father and Wells die, Lexa is her new roommate, Clarke is pregnant and Lexa helps her)

- Seven minutes (Seven minutes at a party but they know each other and the others don't know that)

- Unspoken words (soulmate au in which whatever you draw appears on your soulmate's skin)

- are you a doctor (because I’m bleeding) (lexa is a cop who gets shot and Clarke is a doctor who happens to be there)

Daisy

- On the run (after Hive, Daisy comes back to the base)

Shoot

- The little moments, our moments (cute af one shots)

- Reverie (cute one shots post Samaritan)

- The one where Shaw misses Root (cuddling and missing Root)

- You and me, we made vows (bored at a wedding)

- My therapist said... (undercover married people)

- Domestic hell (suburban couple+Halloween)

- 94 days (Root and Shaw are in prison for 94 days together)

- Close quarters (Shaw is a cuddler but she doesn't admit it)

Naomily

- Desiree (last chapter-> party, Effy came with Naomi whom Emily has a huge crush on, really cute at the end)

- Red (They are in a dark place and Emily overdose)

- Travelling together (Naomi is sick and Emily is there for her)

Trini and Kim (Power Rangers)

- Too busy lying to myself (to see your color) (soulmate au, really good and long)

- We're electric (friends with benefits to lovers)

- You arrive along with the sun (soulmate au, short one)

- I am in love with what we are (not what we should be) (fake married au)

Clizzy

- In that little café (Clary and Alex friendship)

- Waiting... (Clary meets the gang at the clinic)

- Come in a little closer (there was never much space between us) (Clizzy start fake dating until they are dating for real)

- Isabelle (Izzy coming to term with her sexuality in a really cute way)

Emison

- honest, let's make this night last forever (Ali knows it's a date but Emily doesn't)

- Sleepover protocol (the girls learn about emison and a sleepover ensues)

- Shut up Aria (they get together, the girls find out and they get high of Jason's brownies)

- 25 Occasions People Have Celebrated in the Liarverse (25 little one shot with emison as endgame)

- Mama (Emily carries the baby and then it's Alison's turn feat. the other Liars)

- Begin again (Ali comes back in season 5 and Emily helps her in her first day back at school)

- Place your bet (accidentally married in Vegas, 21 chapters)

- Right now it feels like we're bleeding (so deep that we might not get back up) (emily is in a dark place after Sara's death so she travels and sleep with a bunch of people but Emison is still endgame.)

Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch

- Mistrust - 1.2 (The Avengers have difficulties trusting Wanda, but then she’s hurt in battle)

- No Matter What (they go on a mission, get kidnapped and Wanda volunteers to be the one tortured)

- Do you trust me? (They are trapped on a roof during a mission and Wanda and Tony must trust each other)

- The Wisdom of Children (Wanda and Peter are best friend and the Avengers don’t like them)

- It’s the Little Things that Matter (After civil war, Wanda becomes the hero she was always meant to be)

Posie

- you know (three times Josie hates Penelope and one time she doesn’t)

- get in the closet (Caroline walks in on Posie and P has to hide in the closet)

- Stupid Cupid (Love Is In The Air) (a girl does a spell on Penelope so that she falls in love with her but her love for Josie is so strong that is doesn’t really work)

- (meet me) under the mistletoe (mistletoes show up around school and people have to kiss each other)(long, really well written and good)

- You and I (are a Molotov cocktail of idiocy and sexual tension) (Posie knows Lizzie is in love with Hope)

Deanoru

- Rooftop Rendez-Vous (Karolina is popular, Nico is not but they’re dating)

Kelly and Becca

- You Do Something To Me (first night without Eden and Becca has a nightmare but Kelly is there for her)

- Paradise Rebuilt (snippets into their lives)

- Stuck on you (late night at the hospital)

Crisana

- Crisana fluff (what happened at the hospital)

- a night at the hospital

- Studying (cute fluff)

- I just want you (5 kisses no one saw and one they did)

Zoe and Madison

- we’re a shimmering balance act (the entire coven knows they are in love but they don’t)

- morning pretender (coffee shop au)

Hope and Amy

- Just a Basic Hot Girl (Hope doesn’t walk away at the end because Amy makes a move)

- They Can Wait (after a year in Botswana, Molly throws a surprise party for her best friend and Hope is in the attendance)

Kellex

- electric love (preath from Alex’s pov but still kellex endgame)

- let’s make this moment a crime (Kelley sprains her ankle so Alex and her stay in for New Year and they get together)

- A Little Slip Up (Kelley accidentally reveals and they are married)

- One day (after the World Cup, they kiss and it gets messed up)

Cazzie

- you’re one of the few things that I’m sure of (after holding hand in the car, C distance herself from I but realizes that she wants to be with her)

Juliantina

- Respite (after Juliana is kidnap, angst)

- Best of me (fake relationship)

Lintz

- Give Me Something (Maggie briefly moves in with Sydney and they get together)

- it’s better when they’re cute (no one know they are married until Maggie gets hurt)

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writersplanetarium · 4 years

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Facade: The Storm

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

Aelin and Lysandra looked at each other for a long moment, Aelin cringing when the pounding on the door started up again.

“Aelin open this fucking door right this second or I swear to the gods I will bust it in!” Rowan yelled, “I know you’re in there!”

“Fuck you!” Aelin yelled back.

“Oh shit,” Lysandra said.

“Oh, shit what?” Aelin asked.

“I forgot to lock the door.” Oh shit was right. Rowan seemed to figure out the same thing, Aelin’s door swinging open with a loud bang as it hit the wall.

“Get the hell out of my house,” Aelin said, instantly rising to her feet her arms crossed.

“We had a deal,” he seethed, pure, unadulterated rage written in every ounce of his being, “We agreed to keep this out of the media and now you just come outright and say it? And for what? Revenge?”

“Yeah, that sounds about right,” she said, leveling a glare at him, “And I told you to get the hell out of my house.”

“You broke our deal!” He snapped. Aelin could feel her own rage bubbling back up. She wouldn’t have done it if he hadn’t been such an ass.

“Well, maybe next time you’ll consider keeping your gods damned mouth shut about things that don’t concern you!”

“We were drunk! You said shit that was just as bad, and yet I didn’t go babbling to Kaltain Rompier!”

“Because I told them not to invite you because you’re a bastard!”

“Both of you have been in the wrong,” Lysandra said, stepping between them when she saw Rowan start for Aelin, “You’re tearing each other apart. You’ve both said and done shitty things to each other, and you both have things to answer to. Maybe what Aelin did was shitty, and maybe what Rowan said was shitty, but you both did and said shitty things.”

“Well mine never affected the show,” Rowan snapped.

“You think ratings will go down because we hate each other? Yeah right,” Aelin scoffed, “At worst, this’ll increase our publicity.”

“Because that’s what matters to you, right? You just want the money and the fame,” Rowan accused.

“And you don’t?” She retorted.

“Aelin-” Lysandra began to say, but Rowan cut in.

“Gods, you’re so spoiled,” Rowan said, “You think you can just say what you want whenever you want! Who cares about everyone else affected, so long as it gets you what you want! Everyone babies you and coddles you and acts like you’re some fucking Princess, but you’re just a prissy, self-pitying bitch.”

“It’s not coddling, people just like me. Not that you’d know anything about that when all you know how to be is a cranky, self-righteous bastard.”

“You could have done anything, said anything! Yet you had to talk about the one thing we agreed not to talk about!”

“Because I’m sick and tired of having to pretend to like you!” Aelin said, moving around Lysandra towards him, “Now get out of my house.” Aelin shoved him with all her force, yet she barely moved him. They started to tangle as they fought, Aelin trying to force him out, and Rowan trying to stay in.

“Not until you make this right!” He retorted.

“What’s done is done, so suck it up-” As Rowan tried to stay in as Aelin gained an inch on him, he spun, his elbow colliding full force with her nose. Aelin swore like a sailor, tumbling back, clutching her nose. She felt blood starting to trickle out, falling into her hand.

“Aelin!” Lysandra ran to her side. Aelin pulled her hands back and indeed was met with the sight of blood. She looked up at Rowan with a hard glare. He was gritting his teeth and huffed.

“I didn’t mean to-”

“Get the hell out!” Aelin yelled, shoving him with a newfound force. He fell right on his ass on the porch as she slammed the door, locking it, her bloodied hands leaving red prints all over it. Aelin touched her nose tenderly and winced. She was pretty sure it was broken if the searing pain was enough to go by.

“Aelin are you-”

“I hate him,” Aelin said, storming towards her bathroom, “I hate him.”

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Rowan let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. He hadn’t meant to hit her, truly. Especially not hard enough to make her bleed. Part of him knew he should apologize, but the other part knew that he would just anger her more, and he certainly didn’t need her any angrier. His remark the other night had been a low blow, but he was drunk and angry and she just drove him up the wall. But it wasn’t right.

She just pissed him off so much.

He let out another sigh and headed back over to his own house. He wasn’t used to actually feeling guilty over what he did to her, but this was different. He was pretty sure he’d broken her nose, if the crunch was anything to go by.

Rowan paused at his front door, contemplating whether or not he should really go in, or try to find another way to make things right. He went in, but grabbed his keys, rather than going and sitting on the couch. He climbed into his car, pulling out of his driveway.

He could find a way to make this right.

Two hours later he found himself back on Aelin’s porch, a chocolate hazelnut cake in his hands from Nesryn’s family bakery. He had to drive an hour there and an hour back to get it, but it was her favorite. He’d also picked up a mocha for her from her favorite coffee shop. He knew she might still throw it all back at him, but he had to try, at least.

Rowan knocked, waiting a few moments. He didn’t hear anything for a moment and nearly knocked again when the door swung open. He cringed as he saw the cast on Aelin’s nose, the dark bruises forming around it. She was dressed in more modest pajamas than he’d seen her in previously.

“You have got to be kidding me,” she said, giving him a glare.

“I brought you a cake,” he said quickly, “And a mocha. Because I’m... sorry.”

“Sorry?” She asked, raising a brow.

“Yes, Aelin, I’m apologizing,” he said, “I didn’t... I didn’t mean to break your nose. It’s even the good cake from Nesryn’s.”

“Rowan Whitethorn apologizing? I never thought I’d see the day.”

“Can you stop trying to make me angry and just take this seriously?” He asked. She folded her arms, staying quiet. “I don’t want to fight anymore, Aelin. We don’t have to be friends or whatever, but I don’t want to be enemies.”

“You started it,” she retorted, “You were an ass hat first.”

“Because you-” He stopped, taking a breath. “Will you just take the damned food and agree?”

“If I agree, you can’t yell at me whenever I listen to music.”

“Aelin I have to sleep,” he said, “How about this? You can listen to your music however loud you want from nine until five, then you have to ask.”

“Only if you stop mowing your lawn at five in the morning,” she retorted.

“Fine,” he said.

“Fine,” she retorted, “And we both stop the revenge pranks.”

“Fine.” They were quiet for a long moment before Aelin spoke.

“I loved Sam more than anything,” Aelin said, her voice thick, “And it tears me apart inside that he’s dead and I’m not. But I owe it to him to try. To try and live the best life I can. To live the life he wanted, but never got. I don’t do this for me, I do it for him.”

“I get it,” Rowan said.

“Give me the cake, buzzard,” she said, holding her hands out. He gave it to her and she cracked the top, smiling slightly. “You can’t have a piece, but you can come in.”

“Trust me, I won’t try for a piece,” he said, stepping inside. He walked into her kitchen, setting her drink down on the counter. She set the cake down and grabbed a fork from the silverware drawer. She then went into the fridge and pulled out a beer, setting it in front of him. He accepted it with a nod, and she dug into the cake.

"Will you tell me about Lyria?” Aelin asked. Rowan looked down at the bottle in his hands and nodded. He told her about his wife. About the child he’d lost. About how it was his fault they were gone. In turn, they ended up on the couch as Aelin told him about Sam. About her family. When they were done, Rowan found himself falling asleep right beside her on her couch.

Perhaps they could be friends.

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nomattertheoceans · 4 years

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Feysand Holiday Fluff Fest - Day 29

We’re not ready to tell, yet

Prompt: our friends rent a cabin to go skiing and we’re the only ones who stay inside - 1,1k words

Why they hadn’t cancelled the trip was beyond her.

Mor, Cassian, Azriel and Amren had decided they would rent a cabin to spend the week between Christmas and the New Year. Go skiing by day, drink a lot of booze by night, all of it in a place with no cell reception and no internet. The perfect vacation, and Rhys and her had agreed to go. Four months ago.

And now they were here, and Feyre was deeply regretting her decision. Of course, they hadn’t known at the time. How could have they known, when the small human being currently growing inside her wasn’t even conceived, then?

They had taken the most important decision of their life a cold September evening, curled up together in bed, talking all night about pregnancy and nurseries and saving money for schools. And they had started trying a few days later, after a doctor appointment assuring them that all was well. She remembered the first night they had made love after that, about Rhys brushing his fingers on her belly, and her telling him to not get his hopes up because it would probably take them months and months of trying before they could get pregnant.

The irony.

Because now she was five weeks pregnant, and she was vomiting her breakfast in the cabin’s toilet, Rhys sitting behind her and rubbing her back gently. And he was considerate enough to not tell her what she knew he was dying to say: “I told you we should have cancelled.”

He had spent the last two weeks trying to convince her, and she had refused to cancel, telling him time and time again that she wouldn’t let this pregnancy affect her life. Of course, her morning sickness had decided to start the first morning of the trip.

“Guys, you okay in there?” Mor’s voice sounded from outside the bathroom, and the only response Feyre could give her was to vomit again. Rhys waited for her to be done before he spoke.

“Mor, Feyre is feeling bad, I don’t think we’ll come out today.”

“Seriously? What do you think it is? Do you need anything?”

“No it’s fine, it’s probably just a bug. I have meds in my bag, don’t worry. We’ll see you guys for dinner?”

“Okay, then. Take care, Feyre.”

“We love you, Feyre!” She heard Cassian shout from afar, and she couldn't restrain a chuckle. Then there was a lot of commotion in the living room, the voice of their family leaving for the day, before they were alone.

Her sickness receded after a while, and she rested her back against Rhysand’s chest, exhausted. She felt his hand delicately bring a cloth to her face to wipe her mouth, and then a different one to pat her forehead and help her freshen up a bit. All the while, she kept her eyes closed. Finally, he was done, and he wrapped his arms around her body.

“You can say it, you know,” she said in a weak voice.

“What?”

“That you were right. That we should’ve stayed home like you told me.”

He chuckled against her back before answering. “Feyre, you couldn’t have known you were gonna feel sick just this week. Do you want to go back to bed?”

She thought for a minute. “No. But I would like to get out of the bathroom.”

“Couch?”

She nodded, and he helped her get up on her feet. A moment later, she was sitting cross-legged on the couch, watching him as he put water in the kettle and started to make some tea. The cabin was gorgeous, cozy with the many blankets that had been laid around by everyone, and the Christmas tree in a corner. Looking at that place, Feyre didn’t regret coming up here. The timing just wasn’t right.

“Rhys.”

“Mmh?”

“How are we going to avoid telling them if I’m sick every day? We can’t make up a lot of excuses, and morning sickness is a pretty obvious sign.”

He turned to her, and seeing his eyes, she knew he’d been thinking the same thing. “I don’t know. I didn’t think you would get symptoms that early. Do you want to go home?”

“Not really. I love this place, and I do want to spend time with everybody. I just… I’m too exhausted to go skiing.”

The kettle boiled and he brought her a cup of tea and sat beside her, looping an arm around her shoulders to bring her closer to him. “Do you want to tell them?”

She looked up at him. “But we’re not ready to tell, yet.”

“I know, I think it’s too early, too. But I hate seeing you miserable.”

She snorted at that. “Telling our friends won’t make the morning sickness less awful, you know.”

“Yeah I know. I just… Nevermind.”

She straightened up in his arms to look at him properly. “You wanna tell them, don’t you?” He bit his lip and shook his head, but she knew him well enough after six years of relationship. “Rhys.”

His lips split into a grin, and he squeezed her against him.

“Oh Feyre, I really do. I know it’s stupid and reckless and way too early for everyone to know. But… We’re gonna have a baby.” Hearing the words coming out of his mouth made her feel as it had done every time since they’d taken the test: giddy and overwhelmed with joy. “You know, it’s like… Our baby is growing inside you, getting bigger and stronger everyday, and I’m so happy I want to cry every time I look at you. And I want our friends to share this amazing joy with us.”

She blinked to push the tears away, and kissed him fully. She passed a leg on top of him until she was straddling him, and laid her head on the crook of his neck, enjoying the warmth of his body against hers.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay, we can tell them tonight.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure. I want them to know.”

He pushed her away just enough to look into her eyes. “You know Cassian is gonna cry, right?”

She laughed. “I certainly hope so!”

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They spent the day together, watching movies on the old TV, cuddling on the couch, and drinking hot chocolate. Then, when the others came back from their day, they gathered them all on the living room, and told them about the little being that was going to join their family. And Cassian did cry.

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This segment features artists who have submitted their tracks/videos to She Makes Music. If you would like to be featured here then please send an e-mail to [email protected]. We look forward to hearing from you!

ROJAZ

ROJAZ is a Spanish flavoured artist currently based in London. She sees herself as a mix of artists like BANKS, Sabrina Claudio, and Rendez-Vous at Two. Soothing and sensual vocals paired with conversational lyrics, her new single ‘Gravitating’ is out now. "’Gravitating’ is about the push and pull dynamic of two people who don’t want to say goodbye, despite knowing they should”, she says. Strong synths and raw vocals create an impactful track, whilst layers of harmonies carefully guide you through the narrative. Listen below.

VERAH

VERAH is a 20 year old singer-songwriter from New York. Having sung and studied Jazz since she was 14, her music is heavily influenced by the smooth vocals of Nina Simone and the rhythmic genius of Herbie Hancock. Some of her current influences include Amy Winehouse, H.E.R. and Snoh Aalegra. Lastest single ‘Too Late (It's Not Easy)’ features the smooth R&B vocals of VERAH as she sings about love gone wrong over a deep, groovin' beat. Her sixth single to date, the song explores the duality of knowing you deserve better but hurting at the same time. Listen below.

Blakkheart

Blakkheart is a music producer, engineer and vocalist based in Cork. Everything you see and hear from the artist is done in its entirety by her (right down to the artwork) from her plant emporium home studio. After touring as a session musician and vocalist she began to hone her production skills. Luxuriously dreamy, electronic glitter disco, inspired by Prince and Kylie Minogue - ‘Not To Your Taste’ was composed on a Roland Juno DI hardware synthesizer in Blakkheart’s plant emporium/home studio. “Gave my life to you/ Pipe dreams can be cruel/ Was it hard to watch/ As I lost and lost” - a lament to the life you envisioned inside your head; and the unwelcome realization that this may never materialize,” says Blakkheart. Listen below.

BLAKKHEART · Not To Your Taste

MBG

MBG is an alt-rock artist and multi-instrumentalist based in Brampton, ON. Behind the scenes she writes, records and produces her own music but brings it out in its purest form on stage with her band of talented friends. She goes against the grain with her own loud, edgy and unique sound. She has this to say about her new single ‘This Time’: "In the chorus, my friends tell me it's not my fault, to stop blaming myself. I've recently gone through a relationship that was unfortunately cut short and has left me with the idea of what could've been and for someone with anxiety, always pondering on the what if is a very hard itch to scratch. In the heat of the moment, you look back and think "wow, I've done something wrong that ended this thing," but later come to understand that it's totally valid that they don't want to be with you, for whatever the reason is. Whether you're falling in love or losing someone in your life, there can be this sense that you're spiraling out of control. Every now and then, you kind of just have to let it hit you like a ton of bricks. So if you want to mosh to this song with your roommate, or have a good cry alone in your bedroom, that's okay." Listen below.

MBG · This Time

GLOCHELR

GLOCHELR is an R&B singer-songwriter from London, and her latest single ‘Closure’ wass perfect for Valentine’s Day. “The song focuses on the search for ‘closure’ and explores all the pain and uncertainty that comes with giving your all to someone who may not even want it,” she explains. “In all, sometimes the feelings go, but the trauma stays indefinitely and it’s up to you to deal with that.” Listen below.

Lemon Lord

Lemon Lord is a pop music artist based in Los Angeles. She released her first album Be Blonde in November last year. Her mantra, "To Infinity and Be Blonde," is a reminder to us all that we can do anything we dream of and we can be any version of ourselves that we choose along the way. This mantra is echoed in her song ‘Queen’ in the lyrics of the chorus, which say, "You just gotta live life like a Queen/ Ooh you can do it/ Baby it's done/ If you put your mind to it." Listen below.

Serena Sophia

Serena Sophia has been in the music, theatre, acting industry for a number of years. She studied music at the University of Glasgow and then went on to study a Masters in Musical Theatre at The Royal Conservatoire of Scotland. She has always written lyrics and music, but it was throughout 2019 and 2020 she finally found her sound and discovered who she was an artist and was finally ready for her first release. 'Diary of Thoughts' is a song about heartbreak, loss, love and also strength. The lyrics were derived from sections of diary entries from 2018 which was an especially difficult year for Serena due to a toxic relationship and break up. “The song is so personal to me as it describes the emptiness, pain and heartbreak I felt throughout that time but also the moment I decided to finally take care of myself and control of my life and my own happiness,” she explains.

Serena Sophia · Serena Sophia - Diary Of Thoughts

imojen

imojen (she/they) is a 22 year old non-binary, feminist, singer-songwriter. Raised in Switzerland and now based in Brighton, UK, imojen has been musical for the most of their life. Inspired to write her first song after hearing Florence + the Machine’s ‘Shake It Out’, imojen’s lyrics seek to expose the awkward and spectacular details of a queer femme existence. Relationships, sex, the body and identity are all key themes in their music. Through rich vocal harmonies, strong melodies and captivating language, imojen weaves a truly unique sound and experience. ‘Angus’ is an open letter. An unapologetic, feminist ballad, that accuses men of passing down their misogyny to their sons. Inspired by artists such as Lucius and k.d. lang, imojen’s vocals and tangled harmonies are positioned as the focus of the piece as she depicts woodlands, country clubs, wildfires and graveyards in a haunting protest. Tracing a map of her emotional journey, imojen reveals cynicism, rage, malice and contempt, but shows no signs of weakness. Indulgent and imaginative, ‘Angus’ creates a space for fantastical vengeance, empowerment and escape. Listen below.

Amy Ellen

Amy Ellen is part of the emerging Irish indie-folk scene. Hailing from Dublin, her music is inspired indie-folk artists such as Laura Marling and Fleetwood Mac. Her new single 'This Life' is a coming of age pop-rock tune which conveys a sense of maturity and realisation that nothing good will last forever. In Amy's words: "The song is inspired by true-life events, it touches on losing and gaining people in your life and outlines that some moments become memories we cherish and reflect on. I feel that it's a subject that everyone can relate to, sometimes we fail to see the impact others have on us until they are no longer present and vice versa". Instrumentally, the song features punchy 90’s rock elements, a contrast from Amy’s latest acoustic driven songs. Listen below.

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sunnyborabora · 5 years

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Alpha (Jungkook x Reader) Chapitre 5

Y/n is a powerful alpha. Nothing bad in fact except for the fact that she is a female alpha, something so rare that only a few are existing at the same time. Despite this, she is living her life as she wants, until she met Jeon Jungkook. An omega that wants everything but being what he is. They are undoubtedly attract to each other, but they don't seem to know why. As they are trying to start a relationship they have no idea that bigger forces have already planed something.

Warning: a bit of angst, panic attack, mention of violence at the end

Am I being constant? It seems like it! Thank you for all your support I love it and it motivate me to write even more. Here is the 5th chapter we are starting the sirious stuff! I might update the Jimin spin off next week with one of the requests! Love you all

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She was expecting a phone call from her older brother any time soon. Just, maybe, not that soon. Exactly the day after the incident with Sohee happened. She was editing some song she had to lead to her boss soon when her phone buzzed. The familiar name just made her sighted. « Hello. -I don't know why but I thought you weren't going to answer » At least he didn't sound angry. « Since when am I ignoring your calls ? I don't want you to come for me » He laughed. Okay maybe everything was going to be fine. « But seriously. You know why I am calling you ? -You send me Sohee. Honestly I don't know what you were expecting when you send her to me. I don't know what I can do more than dad could have done... -She needed to get away from where she was living. We can't keep here in the pack. It's too tensed lately. » She let go of her guitar, putting it on top of her desk. « What is happening ? Is everything okay ? -I can't tell you anything. You know, since you are not a part of the pack anymore » Maybe he had the intention of hurting her, making her felt isolated. He was forgetting that she was the one who left because she wanted to be free. « I know. I just hope that if something was happening to our parents you would tell me. -Of course. Even if you are stubborn little shit you are still my baby sister. » She scoffed. « Family is family right. -You can say that » he laughed. « But I wasn't calling you only about Sohee. You have an omega ? -I'm really going to have a conversation with those bastards... -Hey, you are the one who is keeping secret. They really thought you would get in trouble for that. Like it wasn't bound to happen. -It's none of their business. What is happening between me and Jungk- I mean the omega, is supposed to stay between us too. -So you take this seriously. -What do you mean ? -I've never heard you being this passionate about one of your partner. Is he taking knot well at l- -That sounds like the end of our relationship as siblings to me. » He laughed not threatened at all. « Possessive much ? Oh my god what is happening to you ? » It was low key scaring Y/n. The feeling of anger and possessiveness in her chest, the reaction of her wolf. It was going crazy inside her chest. There was something wrong with her. « I don't know. Honestly I- -I understand don't worry. Just don't do anything stupid. -Since when am I doing stupid stuff. -Your birth I would say » She simply told him to shut up before he laughed and tell her good bye. Once he hanged up, Y/n kept her phone her hand for a while. When was the last time she talked to a member of her family ? She didn't know. She had no news of her mother, even less of her father. Mark, the one who had just called her was actually the only one who was texting her time to time. She wasn't really sad. She had always been a loner, totally fine by herself. But it wasn't in alpha's culture to be alone. They needed to care for people, to protect. She had fabulous friend that she was able to love and protect but it wasn't the same thing as a pack. She had finally finished the song and was satisfied with it and was already walking down the hall to look for her boss when she received a text from Jungkook. This boy was driving her mad. Wasn't she supposed to be a superior being among wolf, being super duper dominant. And here she was worrying about everything he was doing. She knew something was wrong when she was ready to go to sleep yesterday, and that she could not stop thinking about him. Did he eat well ? Was he going to sleep already ? Was he mad at her for something ? The boy was sensitive, too sensitive. But he was young. Maybe she should just let him live his life until he is ready. This is when she understood that something was off. At the simple thought of letting him go, her wolf went crazy and a strange feeling of sadness and emptiness overcome her. Something was happening with, maybe because she was a female omega or something... She might do some research about it soon. Hi Noona could you come to my apartment after classes I need to talk to you. That was her worst nightmare. « I need to talk to you ». Who was even texting this to someone ! It was torture ! She simply answered that she'll be there before sending her boss the song. She left her work going to uni. Sohee was waiting for her at the bus station. Y/n didn't know why she had to leave where she was before but the girl looked so anxious around others that it must have been hard for her. Her father was a great protector. Even if he was a wolf and that his pack was already one of the biggest, Y/n never saw him refused to help someone. In top of that he was a very intelligent man, everything he was doing was calculated. If he had sent her here it was because he thought Y/n could help her. « Are you okay ? You seem a bit... Stressed... -I have a favor to ask you » Y/n kept driving until she arrived to the parking lot, nodding at the other girl to keep talking. « Can I... Can I like live with you for some time ? » She looked at Sohee trying not to make her panic. « Yeah I mean... We have a spare room. You could live with me I guess » The girl was so reassured that Y/n understood something was really off. She didn't mention it tho, thinking that if until now the witch was going to live with her she would have plenty of time to learn more about it. She dropped Sohee to her archeology class and kept walking. Yoongi was here in front of their classroom. « Well, are you waiting for me or something ? » Y/n didn't know how to explain this but her relationship with Yoongi had changed since she started to go out with Jungkook. What was awkward and tensed before was now fun and still a bit tensed. But it was a lot better. « Sorry who are you again ? -Ah ah funny genius. Seriously what are you waiting for ? -Nothing, let's go » They walked into the room, choosing seat as far away from the teacher possible. The lecture had not started yet so you allowed yourself to ask him something. « When someone is telling « I need to talk to you ». Does it sound bad or good to you ? » He looked at you surprised. « I don't know ? What's the context ? -As in come to my appartment I need to talk to you. -That sounds very bad. » Y/n pouted at him. « What is this face you're making ? In what shit did you put yourself again ? -This is just my face and you are the second person who is telling me that I always put myself into shit today. It's not true » Yoongi smirked at her. « You had your brother on the phone I see. -Yeah, those bitches from yesterday had not waited a second to tell him the entire story. -What did he say ? -Nothing. I asked him why did they send me the witch, and he simply said that as I was not a part of the pack anymore he could not tell me. I feel like something is wrong. » He nodded simply. « Your father is normally taking care of these business. I mean witches. They are pretty useful for packs. Why didn't he kept her ? -I don't know. Something might have happened to her. The girl is terrorized by something but I don't know what. She has an apartment normally, but she asked me if she could live with me from now on. » Yoongi's eyes widen. « Did you said yes ? -Yeah. You know I can't say no to people. And I figured that if there is really something wrong what's a better way to learn more about it than living with her... -This is what I mean when putting yourself into shit you know that... -I could not say no ! If my father thought it was a good idea to send her to me there must be a reason. -You are way too curious. Why can't you live your life normally ? » Y/n started to get irritated. She was just helping her, she could not see a problem into that. « Just don't let Jungkook get involve into that okay. -I don't know why he would be involved. » Yoongi didn't answer making sure that she understood that the conversation was over. The class was going great until the teacher choose to give assignment. Who wanted to write a twenty pages essay about the influence of baroque music on the XVIIth century and it's conflict with classic music ? Y/n knew she was good to spend her day to the library. « Fuck this teacher anyway », said Yoongi being petty about homework. « Ah your ability to talk is back... » He arched a brow, an annoyed expression on his face. You walked away escaping the grumpy alpha. She still had time until her rendez vous with Jungkook. She decided to start that essay before having more work and being unable to work on anything. Her work might be cool but composing was a time-consuming job. Not sleeping and coffee overdose were something common for her. She was silently reading a book when someone caught to catch her attention. It was Jimin, adorable as always. He was smiling to her, his round cheeks making her want to pinch them. « Can I help you Jimin ? -Can I sit with you ? -Of course » She putted her book away, concentrating on him. He took a book he had in his bag and gave it to you. « What is this ? -I was doing research lately... Hum about werewolves dynamic and I came across something... As I know you come from a big pack... Maybe you could answer some of my question... » She tried to breathe slowly, talking about dynamics making her kinda uncomfortable. « Yeah, I'll try to answer. » He nodded slowly opening the book to a precise page. « Do mates exist ? » She lowered her gaze on book and saw that it was an old work, and that indeed this peculiar page was talking about mates. « What is the book saying ? -That it was indeed something some century ago but that mates slowly started to disappear and that now there is not any mates. -From what I know it's true. Some people explain this by the numerous mixed between species. Others think that it's just suddenly stopped. There is more than one theory but all I know is that I never meet mates. » He nodded a bit disappointed. « But I can tell you that they indeed existed. My great grand father had a mate. I never met them obviously but my mother used to tell me their story all the time. She was human. When he met her it was like he felt complete again. His wolf could not bear to be away from her. And once he had met her, not any other women was important. The only thing that mattered was his pack and his mate. » He gulped slightly. « Do you know what are the symptom ? I mean... How do you know when someone is your mate. » Y/n was really thinking that something was wrong today. Why was everyone acting so strange ? Jimin was a dance major. Why was he even doing research about this. « Humm, I think the wolves just knew. They met their mate and suddenly they are feeling different. In a good type of way. If they are away from them they are starting to feel sick and stuff. I mean they can't be separated by too much distance or anything. The link between the mates is to strong and is like hurting the wolves. » He nodded slowly. But she felt as he wasn't done with his question. « Can people from different species be mates ? I mean except human and wolf. -I don't know. I guess that until you are not a vampire, you can be the mates of a wolf. But if you are thinking of dynamics this must be kinda complicated. » Jimin was looking at his hands, fidgeting in his chair. « Jimin is everything okay ? » She was genuinely worried about the little omega. Was something wrong ? Was he hurt ? « No ! It's fine I was just wondering that's all. Thank you Y/n ! You are a better information source than any books in the library ! » She chuckled slightly. « If you need help of course come to me » she said, letting him know that she was not only talking about research. She finished half of her essay and it was already time to leave. In fact, she was already late. The time she walked or more run to her car, she was already ten minutes late. She arrived ten minutes later to Jungkook apartment. She was expecting everything except a crying Jungkook. But when he opened the door he was shivering, tears streaming down his face. She could not control herself as she hug him, a feeling of panic taking over her body. She could feel it, the wolf creeping under her skin, trying to come out. « Jungkook, w-what's happening ? Is there someone here ? Someone hurted you ? » She was looking around the apartment to find someone, something that could have cause his state. There was nothing. Absolutely nothing. « I-I don't know ! I feel bad ! » Okay, if she wasn't panicking before she was right now.

« Are you hurt ? Please tell me where ?! » She was trying to back off a little to be able to see him more clearly, but she couldn't even put some space between him and her. His nails that were more looking like claws at the moment, were piercing her shirt to prevent getting away from her. « Alpha ! Please help ! » He wasn't hurt anywhere. She could not smell any blood. The only scent she could identify were Jungkook obviously, but a bit of Taehyung and Jimin too. « Shift Jungkook, come on let it go it's fine » She used her power to force him into the shifting. He fell on his knees, letting go of her body as he started to transform. She wasn't really proud of forcing him into this, but transforming into a wolf was always soothing. The wolf was taking the lead for sometime, letting the human rest for a bit until he was ready to take the lead again. It took 10 second for Jungkook to disappear, letting his place to a big black wolf. The wolf was whimpering a bit, shifting was always a bit of a shock when it was made in such conditions. But after another ten seconds, the wolf was standing tall on his strong paws, watching with attention. « Is it better like this ? Do you feel better ? » The wolf walked in her direction, his wet nose touching the palm of her hand. It felt intimate, as if he was sharing with her something that he wasn't showing anyone else. Which wasn't true because within a pack it was something common. Finally, the wolf attention diverted on something else. She let the wolf alone for a while as it was laying on the couch. She was trying to find something to eat in the apartment. She almost what it was to be a student and to eat only instant noodles. She tried to cook something that would not taste bad, but she wasn't that good at cooking. « Noona ? » She turned around to see a confused Jungkook. « Hey, do you feel better ? -What happened ? I- I don't know... » She turned around to face him, a sweet smile playing on her lips. « Everything is fine don't worry. You panicked a bit and you turned but it's fine now. I cooked something but honestly I would not advise you to taste it. Let's order something okay ? » Jungkook was confused for a bit. When he woke up in his wolf form on his couch, the smell of Y/n everywhere. When he entered his kitchen to see her cooking something, a feeling of domestic affection invaded him. She was beautiful. She was here with him and no one else. He didn't really remember much from before he woke up. Except a feeling of panic and loneliness. Like something was missing. But it was long forgotten now. They ordered pizzas because Y/n ended up burning what she had started to cook. « I told you I sucked at cooking. My mom is so good at it I can't understand » The pizza were good. The feeling of being near her was soothing Jungkook's soul. He felt like he could be himself with her. It was rare that he felt like this. The only people he was comfortable with were his hyungs. And Y/n. He didn't remember falling asleep, but he was woken up by a deep growl in his ear. « Y/n what's- ? » But she could not respond. The big wolf that was almost crushing him had replaced Y/n. « Y/n! » He saw the shadow at the end of the room, near the window. A hooded silhouette was stopped in its movement as the big wolf growl again. Jungkook roll on his side, out of under Y/n. He tried to stand up but it was too late. He heard a bark, the noise of claws against the wood when the wolf charged against the shadow. The silhouette jumped through the open window, the wolf trying to follow, it's jaws clapping trying to catch the intruder. It was too big to follow the shadow. « Y/n ! » She was already shifting back to human. She looked like a fury, messy hair, agitated from the sudden shift. « What just happened ?! » She didn't answer running upstairs. Jungkook followed her running, he was out of breath. « Where is he ?! » She was in her room, looking at the place until her eyes fixed the floor. Everything was a mess as if someone had gone through every single piece of furniture looking for something, that they did not find. « Jungkook ? » He took a deep breath, finally breathing after a while. « Yes ? » She turned around. Her eyes were as red as blood. « Take your things. We are leaving » He stayed shock for a few seconds before moving as fast as he could. It was like he was possessed. He didn't realized he was crying until he heard Y/n on the phone. She was screaming at someone, but he could not comprehend anything. She took her bag and her keys. He simply followed. At this point he was radiating panic. He could not help it. He had no idea of what just happened. The ride was silent, until Jungkook started crying. He really could not help it. The all situation. How Y/n, his alpha was tensed. It was a chemical reaction that he could not help. « Please don't cry. » She was not looking at him, eyes still fixing the road. He simply felt her hand on his thigh in a reassuring manner. « It's fine, everything is going to be fine » It's the last words she said before everything went silent again. He could feel an incertitude in her tone that he was not used to. He recognized Namjoon and Yoongi neighborhood only after some time. He was so tired his mind was going in slow motion. She parked in front of the building before exiting the car. He followed her, walking as closely as he could, which was stupid. She was not going to run away. « Yeah, Yoongi. We just arrived » She nodded and hang up. She looked at him and Jungkook melted. Her hands in his was making all his worries disappeared for a while. It was reassuring. They arrived in front of Namjoon and Yoongi's apartment faster than he could think of as she had dragged him around the corridors. Namjoon opened the door. His hair were messy, and he was probably still in what was his pajamas. She simply gave him a nod before entering the apartment. Namjoon smiled at Jungkook, and he suddenly wanted to hug the alpha to death. Inside the apartment was all his friends, Jimin jumped from the couch and came crash into Jungkook arms. « Jungkook are you okay ? » He simply noded at Jimin following him to the couch where he sat next to Taehyung who squeezed him into a hug as well. Being surrounded by his friends was something he loved, he felt at ease and safe. « Y/n what happened ? » It was Namjoon. « We were sleeping when I felt, someone was here. I didn't catch who it was. -Did you catch a smell ? -No, this is what I meant by felt. There was nothing, no smell, just magic. -What do you mean ? » Yoongi was looking at her, trying to understand. She looked clueless. « I have no idea. I-I don't know... » She looked at Namjoon. « Something is up. I have no idea of what it is yet. But I need to find out. -What do you mean something is up ? » She looked around, looking at Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook, as if she was hesitating to speak as they were here. « You can speak, if there is any danger, they need to know to. » She took a deep breath before starting : « A few weeks ago, my father send me someone. The only thing I knew at this point was that I had to protect her. I met her as soon as she arrived and I realized she was a witch. My father, he is used to taking care of people. When a coven or a smaller pack is in need, he usually offered his help in exchange for the loyalty of the one he helped. This is why it didn't really surprise me when he talked to me about this witch, Sohee. But I can't help but wonder why he didn't keep her with him ? I don't know. » Namjoon seemed to think for a bit. « Do you know why she was sent to you ? If she was ; it's because her coven had a problem in first hand. -I don't know why she was sent to me. I was surprised because, she marked a pause in her sentence , well I don't really know what my father's pack is doing. I am independent. I don't know why me... But she told me, when we met the first time, that she could not stay with her coven anymore, and had been forced to leave. » Yoongi finally spoke. « You should call your father. If the arrival of the witch and the event of tonight are linked, we need the all story. -I can't ask my father, you know this. -He can't refuse you that. Even after everything that happened, you are still his daughter » Y/n snickered bitterly. « He won't tell me anything, you know him. Definitely not if I am playing the « I am your daughter » card. His pack and the code is more important. -What do you suggest ? -I am going to ask him from an outside perspective. If I present myself like an alpha from another pack, he might agree to tell me what really is going on » Namjoon nodded, but suddenly Taehyung spoke « Is it really that serious ? Aren't we making links between things that make no sense ? A witch is coming in town and suddenly everything is going down » Jimin who was near Jungkook was nearly vibrating now. The young omega had felt how his friend had been agitated since the beginning of this conversation. « It is linked. The intruder he tried to steal something. I think I interrupted him as he was looking for it in the living room. -What is it ? » She didn't answer. « For now on I should try to call Sohee. I am worried about her. She told me last time I saw her that she wasn't feeling safe about something and- » Jimin literally jumped on his feet. Jungkook didn't even see him move. « Jimin is everything okay ? » Y/n could see that something was wrong. Jimin was panicking, his eyes gold, his wolf on the verge of tacking the control. « Jimin calm down » Namjoon said and the omega stopped trembling as soon as he heard his alpha. Y/n looked at Yoongi, but the other alpha looked as incredulous. « Teahyung, Jungkook and Jimin you should stay here with Jin » Namjoon looked at the older man and Jin nodded in agreement. Jungkook was ready to object. He wanted to come. He wasn't a child, and he could defend himself ! But Seing Jimin like this he didn't want to leave his friend. « I am calling Sohee to see if she can come. » She walked in another room with her phone. « What are we going to do after that ? » Yoongi asked. « The most important now is to make sure everyone is safe and to gather the more information we can. We can't play a game if we don't know all the rules. » Yoongi nodded as he was sitting now on the couch, Jimin glued to his side, as Hoseok was on the other side, having a beta and an alpha near him was the most reassuring for him. « Sohee doesn't answer her phone » Y/n was holding her phone, and Jungkook could tell she wasn't as confident as before. « She could be asleep, it's literally the middle of the night. Everyone should be asleep » Jimin had started trembling again. « I feel... I – I feel, fuck » Y/n approached him. « Jimin, I know something is up... I am not asking you to tell me anything but please, if you know something about Sohee. Tell me » Jimin started crying. « Something is happening, I don't know what. You need to find her. » Y/n didn't need more. She looked at Namjoon and without a word they seemed to understand each other. « I am going to her apartment. -Take Yoongi and Hoseok with you. You might need back up » She nodded and walked toward the door, but she stopped in her track. She turned around, looking at Jungkook. He rose up from the couch and walked toward her. « You really need to go... -I do, I'll be back soon. -I should go with you -No. Stay here. Help Taehyung and Jin tacking care of Jimin. He needs your help. -There is Namjoon hyung... -Namjoon won't be here, he has something to do too. But promise me to be carefull. » He took her in his arms, and she gave him a reassuring embrace. Yoongi was waiting with Hoseok at the door. And she finally followed them leaving Jungkook. Y/n wasn't imagining her week to turn out like this. « I can't believe I am letting you drive. Do you even have your driving license » She was ready to throw Yoongi out of the window at the next comment he was going to do. They arrived at her apartment faster than they should have, maybe because respecting the signalization seemed pretty trivial to Y/n now. Yoongi had almost chocked her twice during the ride, thankfully Hoseok was here to save the day. « She should be here. She doesn't go out that much. Even at all. » They smelled nothing suspect on their way to the apartment. Only the smell of humans, werewolf. Y/n knocked on the door but there were no response. « She must be sleeping » But Y/n knew it was not the case. Something was wrong. « Nobody knows how to pick up a lock ? » To Y/n's surprise Hoseok knew how to pick a lock. Yoongi was also surprised but he played it off better. As Y/n suspected there was no one in the apartment. The smell of Sohee was so weak, it was like she had not been there for a while. It was not reassuring at all. « Y/n ! Come here ! » It was Yoongi. He was in the space where the kitchen was. Y/n closed her eyes when she entered the room. It smelled like blood. « There was a fight here. Look at the window » Indeed, a scratch from what looked like a hand on the paint from the window border. « It's like someone tried to hang on there, fuck » Indeed, fuck. The person she had promised to protect, the person who probably hold the answer to what was currently happening, had disappear. « I have to find her. » Yoongi looked at her in the eyes. « We are going to find her don't worry ».

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annoyedfanfiction · 4 years

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Qui-Gon Jinn x reader (7) ...ft giant time skip (also official apologies to Darrus Jeht, you did not deserve this but Anakin is my baby)

“Ah, Anakin Skywalker,” Palpatine identified him, coldly, stalking towards the young teenager. “The Jedi’s little pity project. You didn’t think any of them actually cared for you, did you? The Code might be gone in writing, but we all know they still adhere to it. In fact, I hear your precious Master Kenobi is especially strict on it.” Anakin shrank away from him, fear and anger fighting for dominance inside him. He couldn’t hit his way out of this one without damaging the Jedi’s position. “Chancellor Palpatine,” you interjected, stepping into the room and closing the door firmly behind you. “I’m going to have to ask you to step away from my son and apologise.” Palpatine stiffened, turning to you. “Senator (L/N), what a pleasant surprise,” he sneered, glaring at you through a smirk. “I wasn’t aware he was your son. I thought love was against the Code at the time.” “He is my son in all but blood, Sheev,” you responded, tightly, crossing the room to stand between him and Anakin. “And if you wish to lay a hand on him it will be over my dead body.” You paused, and inclined your head politely, grasping Anakin’s hand firmly behind you. “I will see you on the Senate floor, Chancellor.” You tugged Anakin with you as you left, the door slamming shut behind you and echoing through the empty hallways. “Are you alright? Did he hurt you?” you asked, immediately turning to face Anakin, checking him over for any sign of injury. “I’m sorry I left you alone with him. I didn’t think he’d be so obviously violent. Are you ok?” Anakin was staring at you, blankly, opening his mouth to speak and then closing it again. He ultimately settled on: “You probably shouldn’t have threatened him.” Earning a wry smile. “I probably shouldn’t have done a lot of things in my life, Ani.” You led him down the hallway and out into the open air of Coruscant. “Defending you is not something I will ever regret.” You settled into silence again as you made your way back towards the Jedi Temple. “Did you mean it?” he asked, eventually. “I meant every word I said in there,” you responded, evenly, smiling gently at him. “There will always be people who want to tear you apart from the people you love, disillusion you to the things you want to believe in. Sheev Palpatine just so happens to be one of those people. But no matter what he, or anyone else tells you, Anakin, you can always trust in this truth: I love you. So do Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan.” You paused, and let the emotional moment pass. “And I’m hearing rumours that so too does Senator Amidala.” He blushed bright red.

“So, quick question, anyone else just a little, tiny, incy-wincy bit, hugely concerned about the fact that Jeht has literally been missing for a month?” you asked, looking around the council room. “I mean, he’s one of the most skilled warriors among us and he just...disappears? Am I the only one who finds that a bit suspicious?” “What do you propose we do?” Windu asked, and you could hear the helplessness behind his challenge. Jeht had been a favourite of his – never his Padawan, but close enough. “We cannot afford to send out a search party.” Alarms trilled through the air before you could answer, and Anakin burst in. “The 501st is attacking,” he explained, urgently. “Our own 501st?” Tiin asked, frowning. “Under Master Jeht,” Anakin answered, tersely. You were the first to stand. “Anakin, take Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, and the other Padawans and evacuate the younglings.” you instructed, firmly. “You can get to Dorin easily from here. Rendez-vous with survivors at the last Temple of the Dorin Jedi there, but leave no later than 1200 tomorrow for Dantooine, even if no one shows up.” He hesitated, but eventually nodded, racing back out again. “For battle prepare yourselves,” Yoda instructed, filling the silence left behind. “Knows us our enemy does.” You all nodded, filing hurriedly out of the room to face the incoming army. You stopped, turning back to Qui-Gon, who was wheeling himself out of the chambers. “You should accompany the younglings,” you suggested, firmly. “They might be our future but they must learn to be first.” He looked like he wanted to protest, for a moment. “Please, Qui-Gon. Don’t make me lose you.” “As long as you don’t make me lose you,” he answered, eventually, his voice heavy. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” you replied, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. “I love you. And make sure the others know I love them too.” You watched him go, herding a group of younglings down the hall as he went.

“Bacca, you are an incredibly tall, fluffy angel,” you informed the Wookie, sprinting after him with Yoda and Mace Windu beside you. “And you get yourself into too much trouble,” Chewbacca answered, disapprovingly. “I’ve told myself this for years,” you agreed, ducking another blaster shot. “Still haven’t done anything about it. Probably should.” You came into sight of the ship, and the three Jedi turned to face the oncoming clones once again. “Can you get the ship running?” You requested, opening your lightsaber to reveal light purple blades. Chewbacca made a noise of agreement and started towards the ship again as you held off the approaching clones. Eventually, the clones dropped back a little, revealing Jeht, shrouded in black robes, emerging from among them. “Darrus,” Windu breathed, and your heart broke for him. “Master Windu,” Jeht sneered back, “Got another lesson for me?” “Darrus, please,” Windu asked, his voice trembling. “Don’t do this.” “You know, in some cultures, in their final lesson, a student graduates by killing his mentor.” He unsheathed his blades. “I’ve waited a long time to graduate.” He swung at Windu, who blocked, but didn’t counter. “Not even going to take a swing, Master?” Jeht mocked, as Windu blocked his strike again. “Surely if I’m not good enough to even take as Padawan, I’m not worth wasting your life on.” You saw Mace’s block falter as Jeht spoke, Yoda stepping in to block his old friend from the attack. “Mace, get back to the ship,” you insisted, as Yoda countered Jeht’s next strike. “You can’t fight him.” He caught your eye, and you offered him a gentle smile, closing your hand tightly on his shoulder. “It is not your fault. People can be impossible to understand, let alone predict. You did your best for the boy, and we will not ask you to fight him. You will be more use getting the ship running.” He nodded, eventually, dropping his head. You handed him the small pack of supplies you’d managed to scavenge from the falling Temple, and he ran for the ship.

“Always running away,” Jeht called after him, firing at him with his blaster. Yoda jumped, blocking the shot in mid-air, leaving you standing between the Grand Master and Jeht. “And you,” the turned Master cast a contemptuous gaze over you, “Too weak to even stay away from the Order that broke your heart. You’re still protecting them, after all the pain they caused you.” “Broke it and mended it,” you countered, lunging in to snatch the blaster from his hand. He growled, throwing his lightsaber forward, but you caught his dark violet blade with your lighter one, and shoved him back. You heard the engine of the ship start up in the background, and Jeht moved to signal the clones to start firing at it. “No! One on one,” you demanded, cutting him off mid-command. “No clones, no assistance. You and me.” He raised an eyebrow, unimpressed, looking you up and down. “You think you can defeat me, Senator?” he scoffed, turning back to face me. “You going to prove I can’t, Jeht?” you bit back, smirking, despite the pounding of your heart in your ears. He smirked. “As you wish.” He swung at you, instantly, but you blocked it, shoving his blade back hard enough to send him stumbling, and you followed, slicing up to knock his sword-hand again as he recovered, knocking the lightsaber from his hand. You pressed your blade against his neck, panting. “You think you can defeat me, Jeht?” you mimicked his words back to him, as you kicked his lightsaber away behind you. He smiled, and you almost dodged the songsteel sword before it hit your ribs, leaving it glancing sharply across your stomach.

“Clever,” you admitted, stepping back to circle him, feeling the blood beginning to drip from your new wound. “Songsteel. Resistant to lightsaber strikes.” “You cannot truly have expected a weapons specialist to carry only one weapon,” he leered, lunging in once again. You batted his sword away, countering with a blow of your own that earned you nothing more than a swift strike across your right shoulder. “I like to hope,” you answered, through the searing pain. “But no.” He stepped forward again, and this time you ducked under his strike, launching yourself into him. The unexpected move threw him back into the dirt, and you landed on top of him, lightsaber buried in his chest. “Clones,” he hissed, and the army behind him hoisted their blasters as he choked for breath. “Oh fuck you,” you snarled, slicing the blaster aimed at your head in half and bolting, following Yoda across the short distance to the ship as Chewbacca readied it for take off. Once you were at light speed, he reappeared, pulling out a medkit to start patching you up. “You get in way too much trouble,” he complained, pouring antiseptic over your wound. “I fucking know,” you groaned against the stinging.

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v1rg1nvodkasprite · 5 years

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Hard Liquor Mixed with a Bit of Intellect →Roger Taylor

Summary

Roger had always been known to be hotheaded and fearless whenever it came to fighting but you were known to be worse. A well-known actress with a mind of her own. Roger is intrigued by you and invites you home one night. A month later, you call him and tell him, “I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business. He knows he’s going to pay for this

Warnings: cocaine usage, excessive smoking, excessive drinking, mention of pregnancy, mild smut

Notes: thank u to @rencontre-moi-dans-le-couloir for sending in this amazing idea. i had a lot of fun writing it. enjoy!! x

I opened the pack of Marlboro, taking another cigarette from the box after putting the one that was just in mouth out. The glass of Macallan whisky in my hand was about to run out. The last year had been great for me. Two academy awards under my belt and some others with two signed deals with some of the biggest movie producers in the business.

"Could I maybe get you another?" A long haired blond man asked me. I knew him as Roger Taylor, apparently one of the best drummers in the world and a reputation of having multiple groupies when on tour.

"I can get my own, thanks," I told him, pushing myself from leaning against the doorway. "Wait," he said, grabbing my arm. I turned to him, almost glaring.

"Congratulations on wining... those um awards," he stumbled over his words. I'm sure that probably was the first time someone refused his offer. "Thank you but excuse me, I have another drink to refill."

I smirked, swaying my hips just a little to tease him. Maybe if he tried hard enough, I'd let him in. He was hot and I wouldn't mind playing with him. I just wasn't drunk enough for that yet.

"Y/N L/N!" Is that you?" Freddie Mercury said, in his roaring voice, "Why yes it is. Hello darling, it's been a while.

"Yeah, Fred. It has," I said, hugging him. Freddie and I met at mutual friend's party, throwing back shots and doing lines of cocaine. "How are you, love?" I asked him, smiling.

"Amazing, but I want to know about you. Any men you've done yet? Some I might know?" he asked, looking over my shoulder as he raised his eyebrows. I looked to where his eyes trailed to and was met with a Roger Taylor. I laughed. "Not yet, you know nothing isn't fun without a chase," I smirked.

"Of course, darling. Refill?" he asked, grabbing my drink from me and I nodded. "Friend of Fred's? Funny how we haven't met," Roger said from behind me and I sighed. "Hello, Roger. Yes, how funny," I said, turning to try to find Freddie.

"Let me get you a drink, I promise you won't regret it," he said. "Freddie has got that down already. You're too late," I told him. "Rog! So you've met Y/N, here is your drink. I've got to talk to an old friend but I'll catch up with you later, Y/N?" Fred said, handing me my drink with a wink. I winked back, smirking.

"How about you score some coke and meet me in the limo outside and I'll give you a tour of New York, yeah?" I asked, sipping my drink. "Already got one, I'll grab my jacket and meet you there," he smirked and I nodded.

I left my drink on a table, leaving it to be cleaned up later and got in the limo. "Robert, here's a list of places me and my friend would like to go tonight and then after that take us to mine. I think tonight will be an amusing night," I told the driver after scribbling a list of places down a piece of paper. "Yes, ma'am."

I reached over and took off the lid of the jars of liquor, pouring myself a glass. The car door opened and Roger slid in right next to me. "You ready, Rog," I asked and he nodded, pulling out a small, plastic bag of coke. "Are you ready?" he asked and I smirked, taking the bag from him.

I took a sip of the liquor and then set it down. I grabbed the cross on my necklace, taking it apart and dipping the end of it into the bag. I unbottoned his shirt a little more than it already was, revealing his chest. He looked at me confused, "Got no where to put it," I mumbled to him and he smirked. I pushed him back so his chest was more horizontal and tapped the powder onto him.

I frantically found a credit card and dollar from my purse, straightening out the line. I rolled the dollar up quickly. Making eye contact with him, I lightly licked his chest making him sigh and then snorted the short line. I threw my head back, moaning.

"You're ravishing, sweetheart. My turn," he said, grabbing the end of the broken cross from my neck, doing the same as I did, setting up the line on my thigh. He leaned down, placing a couple kisses right before the line before taking the rolled dollar from the floor and snorted the line.

He groaned, sniffing a bit before going back to kiss my thigh. I smirked, grabbing his shirt and pulled him up to roughly kiss him. He moaned into my mouth and I pulled him closer. Abruptly, I pushed him away, fixing my lipstick.

The limo came to a stop and Tobert came around, opening the door. "Thank you, Robert," I said, slipping him a twenty and he nodded.

"You took me to a ditch?" Roger asked confused and I cocked an eyebrow. "No, I took you to a pub," I told him and he looked at me as if I was crazy. "Sorry, sweetheart but I don't see a pub," he said. I grabbed his hand, leading him down some stairs and knocked on the door.

"Name?" a man asked from behind the door. "Y/N L/N," I told him and the door opened. I had gotten a reputation around here and it wasn't because of my movies or because of the Oscars I had won. "What are we doing here?" Roger asked. I leaned into him, setting my lips against his ear, "You'll see."

There was a small stage in the back of the club that I headed towards, dragging him along with me. I pushed him down in a chair right in front of the stage. I winked at him before turning around, walking up onto the stage, swaying my hips a bit.

I danced slowly, running my fingertips from my hips, dragging them upward. Whistles and howls came from the crowd making me smile. Making eye contact with Roger again, I slowly dropped to the floor and stood up again, pushing my ass out. He shifted slightly in his seat, adjusting his pants. I laughed, getting off stage and grabbing his hand.

"You've got a little something, Roggie," I said, pulling him further into the crowd. "You want to fix it for me, love?" he asked, growling and almost begging. "Maybe later but I still have some more places to show you," I said, kissing his cheek. "Could we hurry it up?" he whined and I laughed. "You're driving me crazy but some how I'm into it," he said, pulling me into a kiss.

I pulled away, licking my lips and smirked. "If you want to hurry this tour up, I suggest we get out of here and move on," I whispered into his ear and he smirked, leading me out of the club.

He opened the door to the limo and I got it, pulling Roger in with me and kissed him roughly. I enjoyed the feeling of his soft lips against mine. I was getting hungrier and hungrier by the second. I pulled away from a whining Roger and tapped on the window. Robert rolled it down, without looking into the back, knowing better that when I had a man in the car that whatever we were doing was most likely not meant to be seen.

"Take us home. I think our tour of New York is over," I said, chuckling as Roger slid his hand up my thigh and kissing my neck. He nodded, rolling the window back up as I turned back to Roger. I straddles his lap, kissing down his neck. Grinding roughly into his lap, I could feel his prominent buldge from underneath me. His soft moans in my ear were like music in my ears.

"Roggie, wouldn't you want to wait until we get back to my place? We'd have so much more fun and time there with all the toys I have," I whispered and he growled, removing me from his lap.

"Then it'd be best if you didn't make me cum in my pants. Then there wouldn't be any fun at all," he said, kissing my cheek.

Once we got home, the sexual tension had built up so much that it couldn't be cut, even with the sharpest of knives. He pushed me up against my door, once he had slammed it closed. Moving us to the bed as quickly as possible.

The rest of the night consisted of three rounds of moaning, groaning and growling. I woke up and Roger was still asleep next to me. I sighed, changing quickly and scribbling down a short note to Roger that I was going to be out for the day and that I expected him to be up and out by the time I got back.

Weeks passed by and I had started to feel sick and my period was late. I was on birth control and had been the night Roger and I slept together. I silently cursed, grabbing a pregnancy test I stashed in the back of my medicine cabinet.

After waiting for a few minutes, I turned over the test after taking it and showing as positive. I sighed, dialing up Freddie. "Hello, darling! What are you doing calling me at this hour," he greeted me. I laughed, "Is Mr. Mercury seriously not up by now? It's 3:00pm."

"Well after the last night I had, it called for some sleeping in and a hangover cure. Now, what can I do for you?" he asked, groaning a bit. "Roger's number, please. I promise to tell you all about our rendez-vous later when you aren't in so much pain," I explained and he laughed. "Sure, darling. Whatever you wish," he told me and then proceeded to inform me of the phone number. I bid my goodbye after saying thank you and quickly dialed up Roger.

"Hello?" he answered, groggily. "Jesus, is everybody sleeping past 12:00 and hung over?" I sighed. "Y/N! I wasn't expecting you to call," he said with a sudden enthusiasm. "Listen, I'm having your baby and it's none of your business," I told him, bluntly. "Woah, wait. This is getting crazy. What do you mean you're having my baby? I think I'm losing it," he mumbled under his breathe. "You're not. You heard correctly. Goodbye Roger," I told him before hanging up, abruptly. "I'm going to pay for this," I mumbled.

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shyvioletcat · 4 years

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Could you write a Christmas themed chapter of It Takes Two?

Ahhhh here you go?

Masterlist

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Rowan woke to soft lips pressing lightly against his.

Blinking slowly he found golden hair falling around his face like a curtain and a smiling face greeting him. He smiled back, his hand running up Aelin’s back to her neck to bring her closer for another kiss.

“Merry Christmas,” Aelin whispered against his lips.

“Merry Christmas, love,” Rowan whispered back.

“You should come out, we’ve been waiting for you,” Aelin said as she dropped a quick kiss to his lips before moving from above him.

Rowan sat up on his elbows and Aelin paused in the doorway at his movement, he glanced at the clock on his bedside table. It was after 9.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” He asked, his voice still thick with sleep.

Aelin just grinned at him. “You can count it as one of your Christmas presents.”

Then she was gone. From the lounge room he could hear an excited coo that made Rowan smile and quicken his exit from bed. He grabbed a jumper and pulled it over his head and down his torso as he appeared in the lounge room. His smile spread into a grin as he took in the sight before him. Aelin cradled their baby in front of her, the tiny thing dressed in a green onesie that matched their eyes. His eyes. The Christmas tree was behind them and decorations were all around the room making the room bright and joyful. Aelin bounced her arms gently and the smile on her face was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen as she talked to and entertained the infant.

He slid up behind Aelin and slipped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on Aelin’s shoulder. At the arrival of their father, then golden haired baby turned to Rowan and offered him a crooked gummy smile. There was a warmth in his chest that had his throat tightening.

As always Aelin sensed the shift in him, read his moods like a book, and she looked at him as he stood up to his full height.

“I love you,” she said, happy tears gathering in her eyes.

“And I love you,” Rowan said.

Aelin puckered her lips, so slightly, but Rowan obliged her by pressing a gentle kiss to her lips, very much like the ones that she had woken him up with.

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Rowan woke with a start, a phantom sensation tingling on his lips and it took him a moment to figure out why. Exactly what he’d been dreaming about. He rubbed at his face trying to banish the lingering effects of what his subconscious had subjected him to. Where had that come from?

These months with Aelin, helping her with her pregnancy, becoming something near friends, it was only natural that his brain would go from one thing to another. It meant nothing, of course. Just a dream.

Rowan threw his covers back and went to make his way to the kitchen to get Aelin her tablets and water before he started to get ready for work. He was surprised to find Aelin already in the kitchen making herself some toast.

“Good morning,” she said.

Rowan took her in, she was still a bit pale and drawn, but she looked much better than she had in weeks. The swell of her stomach was so pronounced now that she couldn’t hide it at all now, not that she wanted to, Aelin was most definitely not shy about it. Truthfully Rowan was amazed how Aelin had coped with everything.

“What?” Aelin said, snapping Rowan out of his thoughts.

Rowan just shook his head. “Nothing. Just surprised to see you up so early.”

Aelin quirked a brow. “Are you serious? It’s after 9.”

Rowan head snapped to where the microwave where the the time was displayed.

9:17

Rowan swore and rushed back to his room. He was so late. All day Rowan would be cursing that ridiculous dream, and not just for making him sleep in. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t forget the feeling of Aelin’s lips on his and how it had felt so real even after waking or how he could almost feel the sensation every time his mind wandered back to it. And not only that... What the three of them had been in his dream. Rowan still wasn’t sure what role he wanted to play in Aelin’s and the baby’s life. This dream was only adding to his confusion.

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Don’t shoot me. I don’t want to give away spoilers of where the story is going to end up so this is the best I can do. Enjoy?

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azriel-is-my-cinnamon-roll · 5 years

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Hi. So I was wondering if you maybe could write a (after) ACOFAS Fic about Feysands daughter and the whole inner circle when they’re at Rita’s and Their daughter get asked to dance by a lot of guys and se says no to all of them til a girl comes along and the inner circle is first spechless because she hadn’t told them that she was gay except for Mor and she’s laughing so hard she falls of her chair and what happens after that. Thanks and I LOVE your writing btw 💕 💕

💖 Thank you so much for this brilliant idea. Hope you like it, here it goes: 💕

Maven was Feyres and Rhys’s firstborn and Althea’s older brother.

Maven was twenty-one at the time, and Althea just got eighteen.

Althea was born three years after Maven, and both of the siblings love each other dearly.

Maven was the protective brother type of guy, but because he would have to take the night court over after his father, he was often away, making connections with other courts and learning their political systems.

Tonight was no exception, and Althea’s brother was away in the Summer court.

Althea decided to go out with her family for the night. Aunt Elain and uncle Azriel opened a new club in Velaris, and everyone loved it.

And so they went. Everyone, even aunt Nesta joined them.

Althea knew that she was a beautiful girl; she’d gotten her mother’s hair that stood in contrast to her father’s eyes. While Maven looked like a copy of their father, Althea looked like both of her parents. Sometimes, looking at the mirror, she saw aunt Elain in herself.

Anywhere she went her looks did not leave unnoticed. That was the reason why she didn’t like clubs and bars. She would attract males attention, and she wasn’t exactly pleased about it. Especially not when she was in love with her classmate, Evangeline.

So, when the first boy came to ask her to dance, she said no.

She felt her father staring at the male as if he wanted to castrate the poor boy, little did he know that she was actually not interested in him at all. Or in any male for that matter.

After a pleasant dessert with her family, she went away from their family’s table, to the counter to find Evangeline who was supposed to be here by now but was nowhere to be seen.

She felt her family’s attention on her as someone touched her shoulder. “What a delicious treat, want to dance?”.

The second boy asked her out, and this one seemed not to recognize her. Oh, Gods, he was a goner.

A boy was the wrong way to describe him really; he looked at least twenty- five. And she felt both of her uncles and her dad stiffen and the comment.

She knew that if she wanted she could go dancing with the male, her father wouldn’t say anything against it. It did not mean that he would stop killing the male with his stare.

She hasn’t rejected a male right away and her uncle Cassian looked inclined to jump on him, fist already on the table.

Azriel, on the other hand, looked calmer than usual which meant he was in the mood for a kill. Her uncles would get scary sometimes when it came to boys.

She looked at the male that asked her to dance “You have a lot of nerve.” He looked at her with a question in his eyes.

She looked at her father and uncles, he followed her eyes and stiffened “Is - is that the High Lord?” he whispered the last words.

“Yes, my dad isn’t fond of males that asks me out,” Althea answered and almost burst out laughing as the smell of fear hit her nostrils. Yes, he definitely didn’t know that he was asking the high lords daughter out. By the cauldron, and she was enjoying this. She was going to hell.

“He won’t- he won’t kill me, will he?” He whimpered, and uncle Cassian grinned. They were listening with their fae ears it seemed.

“Not, if you run.” The truth is her family would not touch the guy, but she wasn’t in the mood for dancing, and Evangeline was still not here. She was supposed to meet her family today, and Althea was getting anxious.

She went back to her table and sat by her aunt Mor who was smirking and looking at her drink.

Aunt Mor knew that she did, in fact, wasn’t interested in males, because she loved her Evangeline. She knew that she could tell her family everything, but it still didn’t make it any less hard for her. And the thought of having Evangeline by her side when she confronts them made it less painful.

“Prick,” Cassian said. “Language” Elain added. Althea smiled.

Her mother took her hand from across the table. “He wasn’t the right example of a male asking a girl out, honey, but why don’t you ever talk to them?” her father murmured “It’s fine by me if she never does.”

“Are you afraid of these overprotective faes with their instincts?” She gestured to her dad and uncles, Althea shook her head, aunt Mor chuckled. And everyone gave her a questioning look; Althea looked at Mor daring her to say something. Mor stopped smiling.

“Mom, if I wanted to dance with him, I would really.” Her mother seemed to shake it off, “I understand that going out with your parents isn’t the best way to find a boy but-” Althea cut her mother off “It’s not that.”

“Then what?” Her dad asked. Everyone’s eyes were on her. Her hands started to shake.

“Please, understand me, sweetheart, I’m afraid that you will find someone behind our backs. At your age-” Feyre shook her head, “You can always bring anyone to meet us. I will deal with your father.” Rhys let out a huff of protest.

“I’m not going to have a secret romance with a male behind everyone’s backs; don’t worry.” She took a deep breath, “I’m not interested in males at all.”

Her dad beamed “That’s my girl.” Her uncle Cassan added, “Good, fewer people to deal with.” Nesta punched him in the arm.

Azriel added, “They’re not worth your attention anyway.”

She couldn’t take this anymore, she was supposed to wait for Evangeline, but she could no longer hold it in.

She started talking before she could stop herself “I’m interested in females, like aunt Mor.”

Their table suddenly became quiet.

“Hi, love.” she heard Evangeline’s voice behind her, quiet and distressed. “Wrong time?”

She turned back to look at her love and couldn’t help but smile. She clearly wanted to impress her family. Evangeline was wearing a gray dress, her blonde hair in an elegant braid; lips tinted red. She wanted to kiss those lips so bad, but her family was still silent, waiting.

“Mom, you said I could tell you anything.” Her mother nodded.

“This is my girlfriend, Evangeline.” She took her hand and intervened their fingers.

Mor grinned, and uncle Azriel let out a breath he was holding since he saw that male at the counter. Her father slowly started to beam “Such a pleasure to meet you all.” Evangeline said quietly.

Her parents stood up as one, “Pleasure is all ours.” her father was still beaming, he looked relieved and shook Evangeline’s hand, her mother went around the table and hugged Evangeline and then Althea.

“I’m so happy for you, baby. Why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Her mother smiled. She saw that it took her mother off guard, but there was genuine happiness there.

“I didn’t know how you’d react.” she looked down.

“I don’t know about others, but I’m happy that I won’t need to castrate any males today.” uncle Cassian said, and Evangeline started to laugh.

That was one of the reasons why Althea loved her so much, that laugh that she couldn’t hold in.

Cassian looked pleased. In fact, all three of them were looking pleased. Her mother, Elain, Mor and Nesta looked happy for her, but her uncles and dad looked relieved.

They sat down and ordered another plate of the desert, keeping the conversation light.

“So how long were you together?” her mother asked. Evangeline looked at Althea “For a year and one month.” her mother and father choked on their drinks “Althea?! And you didn’t tell us?”

Althea kissed Evangeline’s cheek, and she blushed “I didn’t want to share her. Besides I was afraid that aunt Mor would steal her.”

Mor let out a laugh, “Yet, I was the only one who knew about you two.”

“Mor?!” Feyre squeaked. “What? It wasn’t my place to tell.” her mother still looked shocked, shocked that Morrigon knew before her or that her best friend didn’t tell her, Althea didn’t know.

Mor and Maven were the only ones who knew.

“It doesn’t matter; what matters is that everyone knows now.” Feyre was still throwing daggers at Mor, “You and me, will talk about this later.” But then her mother looked at two girls and smiled — the smile of pure happiness, for her daughter.

“Welcome to the family, Evangeline.” her father said.

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the-coolest-mallard · 5 years

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Stealth Operation | Team Sabotage

@urchinxowens @justkeepdancing-nemo @oliversaluki

The boys sneak into the Hunted Deer and make a mess.

URCHIN

The light had faded and night was upon Swynlake. Everyone was asleep in order to build up energy to go back to work the next day. Everyone except Urchin - because he had summer holiday - and hopefully Louie, who Urchin was actually waiting for at their rendez-vous point a block away from Main Street.

Urchin sported his best spy gear which… well, consisted of a black turtle neck sweater, balck jeans and a black beanie that worked very little because his curls were overpowering it more and more by the minute, cascading out of the headgear.

With him also came a large cardboard box with air holes punctured on top. The boy sat next to said box and checked his phone, waiting for his partner in crime to arrive!

LOUIE

Ordinarily, Louie never got rid of his signature green. However, the plan they had was going to require stealthiness. So he also had dressed in all black. Black skinny jeans, black t-shirt, black leather jacket he found around the house. And of course a beanie as well, pushing down his own fantastic hair.

Louie had only one hand free to use (the other in a cast thanks to his genius moped moment), but he utilized his hand as best he could. He brought along with him some spray paint that he’d found at home, as well as some eggs both sort of put together in a bag. He’d feel a little bad about wasting the eggs but…there were a ton of things to toss at Gaston and he was gonna use all of them.

He made his way over with a grin, glad that he managed to find friends who were up for taking matters into their own hands. “Hey Urchin. Listen, I invited Ollie along too. He had some fun ideas for sabotage and stuff which is great and you know…I’ve only got one functioning hand so. Go team.”

OLLIE

Ollie kind of knew this was a bad idea but at the same time why not mess with someone who deserved it. Besides a little egg never hurt anyone and if he was there he could probably try and keep everyone from getting into too much shit.

So he had printed out harmless things, well not that werewolves were harmless but it was a prank that was harmless and his of choice.

Plus it was good to pull his leather jacket back on, pull the dark beanie on, and get out of the house from the crying baby.

It wasn’t hard to find the two other boys.

“What’s up?” Ollie stated softly dropping to curb beside Urchin.

URCHIN

“Woah, what happened to you?” Urchin couldn’t help but ask, gesturing at Louie’s arm. He didn’t look like that the last time Urchin had seen him, now did he? In any case, Ollie rolled up soon enough.

“Oh, hello! So it looks like we’re ready, huh? I’m honestly glad we’re not on our own, because I didn’t manage to get any raccoons,” he admitted, patting the cardboard box. The pat made the animal within wake up, though, because it had begun moving.

“I… got the next best thing. This is Felicia. She’s the cat who always tries to get into our kitchen,” the boy explained. “She’s ferocious. Should give our big dumb friend a headache when he tries to take her out of his business tomorrow.”

NEMO

Nemo had never snuck out of the Hollow before.

In the end– it had been kind of easy. He just waited for his father’s light snoring, put on one of his black dance hoodies, flipped up the hood, and then, quick and quiet as the wind itself, flit from outside his bedroom window.

He had to stop first at the Raccoon Hole to see if he could round up reinforcements. Course, he was no animal fairy and his Beast was seriously lacking, but as soon as he flashed the gold of his pixie dust, they were in. Raccoons loved all things shiny– kinda like magpies in that way. With his new comrades in tow, Nemo flitted fast as he could and tried not to think about how he had used up more than half his dust by the time he finally got to town.

He walked the rest of the way, hood up, skirting from shadow to shadow until he saw what he thought were the three boys he had never met before. His steps slowed, hands going into his pockets, heart rapid-fire, though from his flying or nerves he didn’t know. He swallowed and put on a big grin, sauntering forward.

“Um– hey! Are you erm, Louie, and Ollie and…?” he blinked. He didn’t know the other bloke. “Um. I brought Blueberry and Denise!” He blurted and pointed at his raccoon mates.

They chattered and lifted their paws in a friendly wave.

LOUIE

What had started as an awful day had quickly turned into something incredible. He had gathered three other boys to do something important: sabotage the old geezer Gaston. It was the perfect union, with every one pitching in the best of plans (and one fantastic fairy delivering the raccoons of destiny). He almost forgot about the wrist, though he held it up with a sheepish grin. “Crashed my moped. It happens. Won’t get in the way of awesome though.”

And this was truly awesome. Ollie was there, Urchin brought a CAT! And then finally, the other hero of the night Nemo there with the raccoons! Who needed brothers for mischief when you could make friends like these? “Mwahaha,” Louie cackled quietly, rubbing his hands together because this was better than he could have imagined. “Team Sabotage…we’ve come together this dark night to take down an old man’s ego.” He glanced over at the cat and the raccoons. “I welcome Felicia, Blueberry and Denise to our super good cause.”

He turned toward his fellow conspirators, the smile only growing on his face. “Urchin, Ollie, Nemo…you guys are the best of the best of the best with the coolest ideas. And I’m excited to pull off this mission with you. But first…we should probably have a sort of escape plan. My moped’s trashed so we can’t take that quick exit.”

OLLIE

Ollie really wasn’t quite sure what he was getting himself into at this rate. There was a cat and two raccoons? They couldn’t be too much damage? Or too dangerous. Either way Ollie was going to make sure they didn’t get into shit. Or try to.

He just lifted a hand in a greeting.

“I can double back and get my car? It’s kind of noticeable for the small town so I don’t know how much of a good idea that is for stealth.” Ollie mused with a shrug. “We gotta worry about cameras too and what not. I’ve never been so I don’t know what’s there but he’d be even more stupid not to have some sort of security.” Leaning forward Ollie rested on his knees trying to think of all the necessary things.

URCHIN

“Urchin,” the boy quickly said when the stranger asked for his name. Eventually, he managed to associate each person with their names, and smiled at the small collective of revenge-getters.

“Uh, we should probably try to stay out of very visible areas as much as possible, then,” the curly-haired boy pointed out after Ollie’s statement. “We can also ask the raccoons or the cat to disconnect anything we can find, if that’s even possible… and if anyone can talk to them.”

He stood up from his sitting place and grinned. “In any case, he’s getting what he deserves! So destiny will probably thank us for it or whatever. We will probably not even get grounded because of how much everyone probably dislikes this guy.”

NEMO

Nemo’s eyes flicked imperceptibly to his pocket. Tucked inside was his pixie dust pouch-- and in another world, Nemo would pull it out, grin bright, and show them all how to use it. Why need a moped when you could fly anyway, right?

But if he ran out of pixie dust, he’d never get home, and his dad would wake up and see he was gone, and he’d totally flip and Nemo would be grounded (literally) for the next forever.

He felt guilty, but he kept his hands in his pockets, fingers around that pouch, all to himself.

“Erm, I can’t-- explain electronics to them,” he said, rolling from the balls of his feet to his toes and back again. “My beast’s not that good and they’d definitely not listen. But um, I can fly in before hand and maybe turn ‘em off?”

LOUIE

“You can fly?!” Louie blurted first, instantly putting Nemo up there on the list of coolest people he’d ever met. That was awesome! He’d met this other guy who could fly once (Peter) but they hadn’t really spoken much since the incident at the ice cream shop. Nemo though, Nemo seemed like a super cool dude. So did Urchin and Ollie really. Immediately in for the world’s best sabotage team.

“Good idea on the security front too...hmm. If the car’s not the best option and the raccoons can’t tell...yeah okay. Here’s the plan,” Louie started, and honestly he wasn’t one hundred percent sure they’d just listen to him on this but what the hell. Act confident and like you’re the best option and eventually others will believe you.

“Nemo will fly in and turn off the security. From there he’ll call in the racoon pals to trash the place and the cat too. Phase two’ll be us swinging in there to egg the place and spray painting it. The werewolf pics will have to be more carefully put so they’re phase three. Ollie, you seem pretty like...responsible and shit, are you up for keeping watch? Make sure that the cost is clear?”

OLLIE

Well if Ollie had to have a title of being responsible, you know what he was okay with that. The more he thought about it the more he worried about it he was. This wasn’t New York where you could get away with shit because no one paid attention to you. This was Swynlake where anything that could go wrong would go wrong.

Call him boring. He was not getting tossed into jail for this though even if he could bail himself out.

“Honestly yeah I’m good with just keeping watch.” Ollie stated simply. “You guys can do all the trouble and we can make a simple signal that someone is on their way. Three knocks in quick sucession or something like that. So you know don’t be too loud in there.”

URCHIN

Urchin was disappointed they couldn’t tell the animals to do everything for them, mostly because it’d have been so cool, but the plan seemed solid either way. He listened intently to Louie’s words and tried to picture it in his mind - it’d probably involve a fun montage of crudely-drawn caricatures of the boys doing all the things if it were a TV show.

“Great! I think we’re all set, then,” he announced, picking up the box Felicia the cat was in, which shook almost uncontrollably as it was picked up. “Evidently, Felicia’s ready to move, too.”

NEMO

Right-- that meant he actually had to fly.

Instantly, Nemo got self-conscious, his hands fisting deep in his hoodie pockets. So dumb-- it wasn’t like they were gonna see his wing or anything. It just kinda felt like...well, his pixie life was in the forest and his human life was here in Swynlake. He’d never been in his pixie form here.

But Louie beamed at him. Nemo wanted to help. He didn’t have any other choice.

“Er, okay. Yeah-- okay then, I’ll um-- do that!” said Nemo. His eyes flicked back to Louie and his smile dropped as fast as it jumped onto his face in the first time. “Uh, now right? I should do that now?”

LOUIE

“Hmmm….the knock’ll work once we’re all in there, but I think Nemo you’ve gotta give us a bit more of a cue.” They’d be close by, but not too close, obviously. They couldn’t exactly be spotted by the cameras or anything. What would work better for that? “How about...Nemo you can do like an owl call or something. Hoot or something once you’ve got the cameras out of the way.”

He glanced around the group of misfits, a smile slowly lighting up his entire face. This was the kind of thing he lived for. Bringing together some cool kids to cause trouble for a man who absolutely deserved everything they threw his way. This was going to be the best. “Yeah okay. Nemo first uh huh. But maybe demo your call or whatever so we know what we’re listening for. But then yeah. Fly like an eagle or something.”

OLLIE

Ollie nodded, more than fine taking a step back. He wasn’t ever the leader type. It just wasn’t in his bones. So he listened to the plan. What an interesting group he had found himself in. Pushing himself into a standing position Ollie stepped back from the box with a potentially unruly cat.

“Are we gonna make code names at his rate?” Ollie joked. “Eagle one, Eagle Two. If I had to pick a dude and what not.”

URCHIN

Urchin frankly loved the idea of getting code names, but he wondered if he’d start confusing them. “Okay, okay,” he said. “But I want memorable code names. Otherwise, I’m gonna confuse everyone, honestly.”

He looked around and at the rest. They all seemed ready and eager to start. The box shaking in his hands seemed to imitate his own anxiousness to get started. “Not to hurry us up or anything, but if this cat manages to escape the box there’s no way we’re getting her back in. So, let’s make sure she does it once she’s inside, and pronto.”

NEMO

The idea of code names distracted Nemo from his erratic, buggy jitters firing off in his belly. He brightened up-- especially at Eagle one, Eagle two.

His hand shot up into the air. “Dibs on Eagle One!” he preened. He grinned wide, shooting the grin from one boy to the next.

He’d always wanted to be like an eagle-- strong, intense, fierce. Fast.

He then cleared his throat. “Erm, okay how about somethin’ like--” and he whistled sharp and loud, the sort of call he had mimicked before from the animal fairies.

It made Blueberry and Denise startle, then perk up on their hindlegs and wiggle their noses in the air.

LOUIE

“Alright great. Nemo’s Eagle One. That’s good. Hmm… Ollie can be Hawkeye or something you know, cause he’s keeping watch.” Louie probably wasn’t any better at this code name thing, but he could sure try. “Urchin you’ll be 007. You’ve got the whole look down. Leaving me with…” he hummed, debating for a long minute. “Rebel Leader.”

He jumped a little at the whistle, knocking into Urchin a bit and patting his shoulder as his form of sort of apology. “Okayyyy. Yeah. Good. That’s good. Eagle One...you’re clear for take off,” he added, grinning like an idiot and giving them all the thumbs up. This would be amazing. Team Sabotage was ready to go. “The rest of us, we gotta chill, till we hear Nemo. Alright?”

OLLIE

Ollie couldn’t help the snort of laughter as all the code names. He had been teasing but he was glad they took him seriously. It made him feel more like they were part of a group than he had in a long time. Sure he couldn’t be sure everyone had each others backs but it felt like they did.

Blinking at the animal call Ollie nodded. “Hard to miss but it should blend in.” Ollie mused with a nod. “Have any of you guys pulled off anything like this before?” Ollie questioned already starting to glance around and make sure he took his task seriously during the whole time.

URCHIN

Urchin grinned at his code name. It was probably the best one out of all of them, so he certainly didn’t complain. He did jump a bit when Louie knocked into him, but was quick to regain his balance and smile as a silent way to tell him not to worry.

“And chill we shall,” the boy declared. He put down the box for a few seconds and made sure his cap was on correctly, and then shrugged at Ollie. “I mean… You know what they say, there’s a first time for everything, right?” he said, grinning.

NEMO

First time for everything.

Wasn’t that the truth?

And Nemo-- Nemo was excited, especially as he glanced around at these other boys’ grins. It gave him the jolt of confidence he needed. He dug his hand back into his pocket and this time he pulled out the pixie dust pouch. “Okay! Okay okay, I’m um, I’m goin’!” he said as he skipped back, gathering a little bit of air on his heel that helped him glide. “Oi, Denise, Blueberry, follow me!” He took out a pinch of pixie dust, tossed it in the air, and leaped into the golden cloud--

In an instant, he was a small blur of orange and gold, zooming sharp as a rocket toward the Deer. The raccoons chattered and followed after him, their black and gray hides disappearing into the shadow.

It didn’t take long for Nemo to fly all the way up to the Deer’s thatched roof. He skittered around the panels then found the chimney and dived down into it. The raccoons, meanwhile, took the long way round and clambered up the gutters. Their claws scratched against the pipe work and the roof tiles.

Nemo emerged into a dark, dim, silent pub. It was actually a bit creepy how quiet it was-- Nemo used to humming cicada and whistling crickets and the wind, always there, murmuring into his ear. There was no wind here. The air was still, so still it felt-- dead. Dusty. Nemo didn’t like it and he scrunched up his nose before zooming on.

He found the cameras and scrambled on top of one, where he had to stop and rest. His little wind fluttered weakly and his lungs burned from all the effort of it. Breathing heavily, he drew his hands through his hair once before resecuring the hood over his orange hair. And then, squinting through the dark, he yanked hard on the tiny switch below the flashing red button. It didn’t budge. Nemo grimaced. This was the downside of being so small sometimes. He yanked again and again and the plastic rubbed against this tiny hands. And then one more time--

Nemo yelped as the switch gave way and he nearly toppled off the camera. His wings fluttered frantically and righted him again.

This was way harder than it looked.

It took him another five minutes to get the other three cameras all turned off, and then Nemo landed in a tired heap on the ground where he pinched out some pixie dust to help him return to his human-form. Nemo put his hands around made his call then and skipped over to the door to open it up for the boys when they arrived.

He poked his head out. “Coast all clear!” he announced. Something smashed behind him and Nemo giggled. “I think that was Denise.”

LOUIE

The mission was going off without a hitch. Nemo went for it, and the rest of the boys had a little while before they could be called in. “You know, I pull stuff like this with my brothers...but they’re usually too them to want to go for something really interesting.” Well, Huey more than Dewey, but it took some nudging to get them to want to cause some serious trouble.

But soon he heard the call, and he gestured for Ollie and Urchin to follow him as he rushed over to the entrance of the Hunted Deer. “Nice one Nemo. Your heroics will be remembered forever.” He carefully stepped into the building, holding onto a can of spray paint. It was time to mess up this newly prettied up place. Yesss. “Okay. Ollie, stick by the door yeah?” This teamwork was seriously going to rule. He’d never have a shot at something this good without them.

Louie moved toward the nearest wall, shaking the spray paint he had and considered it carefully. This would be his artistic masterpiece. “I know we should probably be beyond the immature dick art, but Gaston is one...so is it really so bad?” He considered the wall carefully. “Guys? Ideas on what we should put on the walls? It’s gotta be good.” He started ‘Gaston is a dick’ on one part, figuring it was both true and fun to write. The rest...well. He could probably paint something fun.

OLLIE

That wasnt that reassuring. People having only done this for the first time could be dangerous. Sure ollie hadnt spray painted or edges someone's place but he liked to think his own excursions in New York would count for it.

He didn't technically have a criminal record at least. (Not that he hadn't ever been caught but because people took pity on him as a kid)

But that's almost why he was starting to feel responsible for the group of boys. He didn't want any of them to get in trouble for this. At least trouble they couldn't get themselves out of.

Crossing over to the door Ollie nodded his head giving Nemo a heads up. "Okay you guys do your thing. I'll let you know if someone is coming. Stay as quiet as you can with you know Denise and everyone breaking things so you can hear if I have to give you guys a signal."

URCHIN

Loud meowing followed Ollie’s instructions, totally being louder than intended, as Felicia finally found her freedom when Urchin unsecured the box and let her out. Immediately, the cat started running and hopping around the place, uncertain of her location, and had already knocked down a pair of bottles from behind the bar. That’s what Urchin would call a resounding success!

“Uh - Draw him!” Urchin suggested. “Except make his nose a dick,” he added, because hey, dick drawings were in like 50% of graffiti, right? It felt like a crime not to do it.

NEMO

Nemo started giggling.

He’d never done anything like this before. It was like somethin’ outta a TV show, y’know, something he might watch at Roo’s house during one of his rare sleepovers. He didn’t realize this sort of thing happened in real life. That kids really did go out and-- and teepee places, and mess up houses, and use spray paint and markers and all sorts of things.

He felt a little guilty, but it was a feeling as fast as a blink. Mostly he thought about how pissed his dad would be if he knew. Not only was Nemo breaking a whole handful of Marlin’s rules, but he was doing that in Gaston’s pub.

He made a grab for a can of spray paint. “I’ll draw dicks on all the booths!” he announced and then scurried off to do so.

Meanwhile, there was more glass-smashing as Denise and Blueberry had their way with the storage room.

LOUIE

Never was there a better group of boys than now. He was sure of it. “Dicks on the booths yesssssss. Great idea Nemo!” Louie was delighted by the whole thing. And Urchin coming out with a dope drawing idea. Oh yeah. Louie would make Gaston as ugly as possible.

He smirked, taking one of the spray paint cans (a wonderful green) and studied the wall before him. “Good call good call. Alright, while I do my masterful art of Gaston….Urchin, put up those werewolf pics. Scare the pants off of him when he goes anywhere!”

He started spraying a sort of rendition of Gaston. If Gaston were more of a blob person with a dick nose. What? He was still working on improving his art. Maybe he’d bother Lou Bonfamille for more lessons. For now? Well he added some extras like a fart cloud by his ass and a speech bubble by his mouth saying ‘no one farts like Gaston’

Then he took a step back to admire his work. “What do you guys think? Pretty good right?”

URCHIN

Urchin nodded and saluted before heading off to do as ordered. He gathered the expertly-crafted werewolves and began making rounds about the place to find locations for optimal scare factor.

He decided to place the first one under the bar, hiding so that you’d only be able to see it if you were on the bartender’s side of it. The next one hung right by the bathroom doors, so you’d round that corner and piss your pants off on your way into the bathroom. That, of course, meant that he had to also set one up within the bathroom in place.

After setting up the rest in the general vicinity of the bar, the boy returned just in time to admire the drawing on the walls. “Perfect,” he commended. “I’m sure he’s going to love it.”

NEMO

Nemo got to work on the drawings, giving the spray cans a good shake. It took him a few seconds to get a handle on the paint-stream, but once he’d got it down, the dicks were pretty easy. He went booth to booth and spray painted them big across the seat, though he made sure to switch it up a few times, y’know, vary the size and direction and all-- artistic license. He knew it was all a bit silly but, well, he couldn’t get Louie’s compliment outta his head.

He thought Nemo was cool. And brilliant. And that he had great ideas.

And sooo… Nemo wanted to show off.

He jogged back over to Louie and tapped him on the shoulder. “Hey, Louie, I ah-- I got an idea. Wanna see somethin’ cool?” he said.

And then Nemo drew his hands together, palms flat. And then, in one quick motion, he folded his fingers in one after another after another, then back again, until he had gathered a swirling ball of wind in his hands.

And then Nemo shoved the heel of his hand across the palm of his other one, pushing the blast of wind out--!

It blew out the napkins outta the napkin dispensers on several of the tables. “Nice, right!” He said, jumping up and down again. “I can do a windmill and probably knock everything over!”

LOUIE

Louie was easily distracted from drawing something else spectacular (maybe Gaston cowering before a werewolf or something) by his new friend Nemo. He twisted around, watching the guy carefully as he gathered wind into his hands and knocked napkins out of this dispensers.

“Holy shit, you’re the avatar!” Louie blurted and then grinned. “Sorry. It just looks like something out of a cartoon.” He glanced around to see that Ollie was still properly keeping a look out, and that Urchin was placing the werewolf stuff. And wow he picked great spots.

“Nice move by the bathroom mate. Hilarious.” This was the best bunch of guys he’d ever met. They’d be bound together by a common bound of mischief with this. Maybe he’d get them to make some sort of pact. Or something. “Okay. I’m gonna draw one more thing. Nemo...definitely knock shit over. That’s fantastic. Everyone do one last ridiculous thing and then we’ll get the fuck outta here. Ollie...you do something ridiculous too. Come on. It’ll be worth it.”

OLLIE

Ollie was perfectly fine chilling by the door. It wasn't like there was anything to scare him out here. The only thing that worried him was that some random adult would see them wasn't he an adult too. Was he supposed to be turning people in for their hijinks.

"You guys look to be doing perfectly fine." Ollie mused with a small laugh stepping back for a moment. "Plus I'm more musically inclined then I am artistically." Even with Gaston being a douche ollie doubted himself. Not that either one of his parents would care if he had to guess what they would think.

"Wait this place has a kitchen right? What about saran wrapping most of the stools together or something?"

URCHIN

Urchin was happy to be complimented for his ideas. Everyone else was doing pretty great too, which made him even more satisfied! After Ollie’s suggestion, though, the boy’s eyes seemed to outright gleam in delight.

“Ooooh, yes! He’d probably use that wrap to attack some deers and hang them on his wall or something evil like that anyway,” Urchin said, and immediately bolted into the kitchen. He took a while but trashed the place while he looked around, and Felicia even helped unintentionally by walking in and finding some leftovers on a counter.

Eventually, Urchin found a roll of something that people would likely use to wrap up take-out. “Here we go!” he proclaimed, tossing the few rolls he’d found out onto the main sitting area of the bar for the others to pick up.

NEMO

While they waited for Urchin to appear, Nemo did his fairy best too. He could feel the slight draft from the chimney where he’d flown down as well as the slightly open door where Ollie was standing guard. It was always much easier to play with already-moving air and so he splayed his fingers wide and gathered it in his hands. Once he’d rolled it all into a ball, he pushed it toward the booths and the mini wind-funnel skirted over the tables, skittering one after the other. Napkins blew from the dispensers and the salt and pepper turned over and got all over the table and seats.

Then Urchin came back and Nemo’s smile leaped back onto his face. He jumped up and caught it. “Nice!” he crowed and then went to work saran-wrapping everything together.

He forgot all about the guilt he’d felt earlier-- the slight panic, that stray thought whispering what would happen if he got caught? Now, all he was thinkin’ about was how fun this was.

Soon they finished, all the saran wrapped up. “Are we done?” Nemo said as he popped up, going back to Louie’s side since he seemed-- well. He was in charge, wasn’t he? He bounced a little on his toes, ready to perform a few more wind-tricks if he needed to.

LOUIE

Louie glanced around the room, looking at all the chaos around them. They had done a spectacular job on sabotaging the place. He was honestly impressed by everyone’s initiative. He needed to keep a note of this. From this day forward, if there ever was a guy that wronged one of them, Louie felt they had the perfect solution.

“I’d say so. We’ve definitely made a mess of the place. Suck it Gaston,” Louie added, as if the man was around to hear it. Well...maybe he’d just write it. No. They’d done a good job without that. “Time to make a hasty exit. Ollie, look and see if the coast’s clear? From there we get the hell outta here. We’ve done important work lads. I’ll never forget it.”

OLLIE

Ollie let out a laugh, so many of his ideas had been thrown to the literally as everyone took it and ran with it. A part of him felt bad until he remembered it was Gaston and he didn’t feel bad anymore. Ducking his head out Ollie listened to everything around the place.

“We’re good to go. Remember what happens at the Deer stays at the Deer.” Ollie teased ushering the guys out. “Let’s get out of here.”

#justkeepdancing-nemo #oliversaluki #urchinxowens #this was so fun to write #teen shenanigans!

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