#even though (found out or not) I think some sidesteps would be THAT scared to be left alone in a place where they could get easily captured

[just-a-tiny-goldfish]

Okay but I know it’s been pointed out before but I still can’t believe that sidestep can get captured by space pirates just like that after the rangers were like nah we can protect you. 😒😑

#also #I wish there had been an option to BEG one of the rangers to stay #I won’t say any nam-ORTEGA- es but #even though (found out or not) I think some sidesteps would be THAT scared to be left alone in a place where they could get easily captured #even though Orellias angry angry she would rather beg Ortega to stay shit even steel rather than be left alone with broken legs #Orellia might have the motivation anger but it might as well be fear- my bby girl is biting at anyone that scares her #fh

[just-a-creep-babe]

61 for the smut thing? Can you do EJ

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61. “Just…once. Please. I just need to taste you once.”

It wasn’t a secret that the hybrid had a thing for you

But you didn’t know just how badly he wanted you

Or how often he found himself thinking of you

And how often that led to him rutting his stiff cock into his fist, desperately wishing it was you beneath him instead

You knew Jack was into you

But you didn’t know he was borderline obsessed with you

He passes you down the hall on Friday night, and your scent alone is nearly enough to drive him feral

You pause in your tracks, then call out to him

“Oh, Jack!”

God, just the way you say his name has the muscles in his abdomen tensing

He turns to you

“Yeah, what’s up?”

He tries not to cringe at how husky his voice sounds—you somehow always seem to coax a deeper pitch from him, almost as if by some kind of instinct

You smile, and god, he swears you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen

“Are you free right now?”

For you? Always

“I wanna get some training done,” you continue, entirely unaware of the way his heart is beating in his chest, “but I can’t find anyone else to spar with”

“I’m free,” he blurts the words out faster than intended, but only because the thought of you sparring with someone else makes his blood boil

“Great,” you smile again, and he can feel himself getting warmer, “are you ready for it right now, or do you have to change or something?”

“Now’s fine,” he hums

He gestures for you to lead the way, which you happily oblige

You make small talk as you walk down the corridor to the gym together

He could listen to you all day

He wants to hear every possible sound that can escape your delicate little throat; your laughter, your hums, your moans, your screams

Fuck, he has to distract himself

By the time you get to the training mats, he’s already partially hard

And though they won’t be fun to work out in, he’s thankful he wore his dark jeans instead of his grey sweats—he hates the thought of making you uncomfortable just because his damn pants might betray his arousal

“You really gonna fight me in that?” you laugh, and for a split second, he’s scared you can read his mind

But then he realizes you’re talking about his oversized hoodie, and relief washes over him

Wait—are you flirting with him?

Dumb grin on his face, he shakes his head and pulls the top over his head, tossing it out of the way into the corner of the room

“That better?”

He’s shirtless beneath it, and he almost can’t help but tense his muscles to give you a bit of a show

“Mmh, yeah, I guess it’ll do~” you tease

Fuck, fuck, fuck

He forces himself to think about Jeff and BEN to hopefully ease the way his pants keep tightening around him

He wants nothing more than to inhale your scent to see if there’s any change in your hormones

Does seeing him shirtless like this turn you on—even if just the slightest bit?

But he knows he’d be done for if he focuses too much on your scent

It’s already hard enough for him to control himself around you as is

You bring your hands up either side of your face, readying your stance, and he does the same

A mutual nod is shared, indicating you’re both ready, and then you’re making the first move

You step towards him and try to throw a hook

He dodges easily, then retaliates by kicking at the foot you’ve shifted your weight to

You stumble, but only for a second before using the momentum to try for another punch, this time aimed at his stomach

Again, he sidesteps it, his instincts making him unnaturally light on his feet

He wonders if he should let you get a few hits in; he’d hate to see you train with someone else just because he so obviously outmatches you

But while he’s distracted, you take the opportunity to fake out another punch, only to spin on your heels and give him a roundhouse kick

He tries to dodge it at the last second, but combined with his previous dilemma and the fact that he’s still very much so trying to conceal a boner, you hit him right in his side

He chokes out a groan, clutching the spot you landed the blow, and while you’re ahead, you take another shot, this time at his legs

He’s just as shocked as you must be when you get the hit in

He falls to his knees, and you’re about to drop your attack stance when he reaches out and grabs your ankle

His instincts take over for a split second, and the next thing he knows, he’s on top of you, pinning you down, and the both of you are panting heavily

Well, there go his attempts at hiding his hard-on

“Jack—“

You cut yourself off when you notice the way he’s looking down at you

The air seems to grow thick

Neither of you say anything

You both just lie there, staring at each other, sweaty body on sweaty body while you try to catch your breaths

And then, it happens

He makes the fatal mistake of breathing you in

Your scent is intoxicating

As soon as he gets a whiff, he can’t help but nestle into your neck to breathe in more of you

It’s not just your sweat—you’re turned on

You want him

His pelvis digs into yours, rolling circles between your thighs

“J-Jack—“

You gasp his name, and he almost has to stop himself from biting down into your neck right then and there

He wants to claim you, brand his mark into your skin

You’re his, you’re all his

The only thing stopping him from doing that right now is his damn fucking mask

“J-Jack, stop—“

His body freezes at the command

The word stop repeats itself in his clouded, lust-drunk mind

“W-we can’t,” you swallow thickly, “we can’t do this”

“…Why not?”

Any other time, it would’ve made him cringe to hear how much of a snarl his voice sounds like

But right now, he’s so horny, he can hardly bring himself to care

“It-it’s not—we just can’t. We’re just friends”

Friends

The word stings

He wants to spit it out, tear it in half because it’s in the way of him getting what he wants

A groan escapes him, something guttural and frustrated

You can’t lie—you want him too

He knows it, he can smell it

His cock twitches, and he notices the way it has more of your delicious scent filling the room

He buries his face into your neck again, cursing his fucking mask for blocking his lips from your skin, but knowing all too well it’s probably for the better

Breathing you in again has his hips rolling into you involuntarily

He can’t help it

He doesn’t even know if he’s really in control of himself anymore, or if it’s just the demonic instincts taking over

“Jack”

You say his name again, and oh, how he wishes it meant something different

“Just…once. Please,” he chokes the words out

He’s desperate

“I just need to taste you once”

He watches you bite your lip, brows furrowed, the need evident in your eyes

It’s pathetic, he shouldn’t be begging like this

But he’s so, so fucking desperate

He’s almost surprised when you finally make up your mind and give a shy nod

But it’s more than enough of the confirmation he needs

His hands travel down your form, trying to memorize every curve of your body beneath his touch

He’s almost salivating by the time he reaches your shorts

He looks up at you one last time, like he’s asking for permission again, and when you nod once more, biting your lip, he pulls the material all the way down

He thinks he might be in heaven when your bare cunt is revealed to him

You’re so wet you’re glistening

And your scent has his head spinning—to the point where he can’t focus on anything else

He wants to take his time, good lord, he wants to savor this, but he’s too impatient for his own good

He pushes his mask up to kiss at your thighs and hips, his sharp teeth occasionally leaving teasing nicks into your soft flesh

Your hands reach out to fist at his hair, legs spreading apart just the faintest bit more

When his tongue first makes contact with your folds, he groans deeply

He must be in heaven

He’s immediately addicted, hooked on the taste of your dripping sex

He grasps your thighs, tugs your legs over his shoulder, and firmly holds you in place

When he presses his lips to your cunt, just like that, he’s gone

He loses himself entirely to you

He sucks at your clit, lapping long strokes up your slit, and circling at your entrance

The way your body reacts to him, the way your cunt clenches every time he delves further into you, all those fucking sounds you’re making for him

He wants more

He needs more, so much fucking more

You pull his hair, whimpering his name, and he has to stop himself from grinding down into the training mat beneath him

He’s so hard, it’s almost painful

But as long as he gets to keep fucking you on his tongue, he’s over the moon

He’s so lost in you that he almost fails to notice the way your thighs start shaking around him

You’re getting close, and every nudge of his lips and tongue against your clit is making you moan even louder for him

“F-fuck, Jack— Fuck!—“

Your back arches, lifting off the ground

You look like a goddess

Even as you cum, he can’t bring himself to stop

You’re moaning and squirming, writhing in the palms of his hand, and something about it is driving him absolutely feral

He snarls, pushing his tongue deeper down your sex until he can feel you clenching around him

The string of curses falling from your parted lips is like a prayer he knows he won’t forget

He only stops when you start pulling at his hair, trying to tug him off of you

You’re shaking from the overstimulation

He, on the other hand, is throbbing in his jeans

He’s never felt so desperate

He wonders if he’s on the verge of triggering a heat

He licks at his lips, tasting your arousal off of his skin

The room is filled with your scent, and your taste is on his tongue, but if it were up to him, he’d still have more

And fuck, you’re so cute when you’re all flushed and panting after your orgasm

What he wouldn’t give to be able to see you like this all the time

He sits up, and he has to tense his muscles to prevent himself from shaking with need as you fix your shorts back on

He wants to say something, anything, but he’s at a loss for words

The word friends still hangs in the dead air between the two of you

It’s just about the only thing stopping him from folding you into a mating press and filling you with his seed

You look unsteady on your feet when you pull yourself up to stand

He looks up at you, still kneeling in front of you, and all he can picture is how good you’d look sitting on his face right now

Why must you make him so insatiable?

You make up some excuse about needing to go, looking shy and flustered and bashful all at once

He wants to say something that’ll convince you to stay, but he’s way too horny to think straight

And for the first time this evening, he’s thankful he’s still wearing his mask

It’s pushed halfway up his face, but maybe that’s just enough to conceal his expression so that you can’t tell all the depraved thoughts he’s having

He’s left there, kneeling on the training mat he just ate you out on, as he watches you leave

And he thinks fuck it, he’ll make sure that won’t be the only time he gets to do that to you

#creepypasta #eyeless Jack #eyeless Jack x reader #eyeless Jack x reader smut #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x reader smut

[best-titan-7274]

[materializes in ur inbox] perhaps. by and a kitty. or cooper and a kitty.

I saw this and knew it had to be an orange cat

"Cooper."

"Mrphrm?"

"I am detecting a life form outside your quarters."

"Mmkay, thanks."

He's halfway back to sleep when BT speaks again.

"It is not leaving."

Jack groans and rolls over, squnting at the clock. Just past two in the morning. Of course it is.

He shuffles his way to the door, sees no one, and is about to ask BT if he's sure, when a scratchy wail scares the everloving shit out of him.

Good thing there's nobody around to hear his yelp.

"Cooper!"

Right, except his Titan.

"Everything's fine, BT. I've just got a little visitor. C'mere, little guy."

The kitten stumbles toward him, more than walking, and he picks it up with both hands, hoping it doesn't have fleas. He's never going to hear the end of it, if it does.

But he's not thinking about any of that right now, because the little thing is adorable - aww, look at those ear tufts - and also totally alone. How did it even get here? The base has security systems, but none of them are calibrated for cats, especially little ones.

"Hey, BT. What do you think about a pet?"

"Unclear. Further information required."

Jack chuckles. Yeah, that sounds about right. He leaves the door open behind him, turning on the lamp on his bedside table. Gotta find his shoes somewhere, and his jacket, and probably his ID, too, so he can get back into his own room later. He's gotten locked out twice already and that has been more than enough.

The cafeteria is silent besides the quiet thrum of the refrigerated cases. All the chairs are stacked up on the tables, and the overhead lights are off, leaving just the reserve lights around the baseboard.

Now he just has to figure out what's here that he can feed a kitten.

"What do you think?" he asks, looking down at the kitten curled up in his jacket, against his chest.

It starts chewing on his thumb. Yeah. That's about all he expected.

When he hears footsteps, his head pops up, and he wishes there were more lights on, because the light from inside the fridge has kind of ruined his night vision.

"Cooper?"

Oh, Briggs. Maybe she'll have an idea on what to do next. She flicks the lights on, too, which is a help.

He opens his mouth.

"MRAOW!"

The look on Briggs' face is indescribable, and that's not a word he uses every day.

He sidesteps and closes the fridge door, so she can see the kitten.

"Would you believe me if I said 'he did it'?" he asks, trying for a charming grin.

"Where did you get a cat?"

"I dunno. BT woke me up saying there was a life form outside my door that wasn't going away, and I found this guy."

"Cooper, Commander Briggs is approaching your position."

He bites back a sigh and tilts his head back, staring at a weird spot on the ceiling for a few seconds. "Thanks, BT."

"There's cat food in the commissary," Briggs says.

"Oh. Thanks. Anything I can help you with?"

She gives him a Look, and he nods, knowing full well what that means.

"Good luck," she says, opening one of the cabinets and taking down a silver canister.

"Yeah, you too." He yawns, and then he's off to the commissary. Good thing it's a 24/7 kind of place, because he really wouldn't want to have to wake someone up to get in there.

The guy at the register abandons it the second he sees the kitten, somehow cooing and complimenting his way into holding the base's latest addition. He also leads the way to the cat food section. It's only two kinds of food, but that's more than Jack expected. Neither is for kittens, though.

A quick internet search proves that this food is fine for kittens, too, at least temporarily, and Register Guy promises to get some kitten food shipped in as soon as possible.

Jack really should learn his name, but it is two in the morning, so he just yawns again and says thanks and goes to find BT.

"Cooper. You are holding a small animal."

"Yep."

"Do you intend to embark with the small animal?"

"Mhm."

There's cafeteria-level silence after that for a few long seconds.

"Or..." Jack draws out, trying to think of an alternative. He's got nothing.

BT still doesn't say anything, but he holds his hand out as the cockpit doors open, so Jack takes that as a good sign. He's settled in his seat a few seconds later, squirming around a little to get as comfortable as he can. These things aren't really meant to be beds, but he's slept here often enough.

"Beginning information gathering. Life form class: pet. Designation: unknown."

"His designation could be Designation," Jack suggests.

"Incoherent speech patterns. Recommend additional four to six hours of sleep."

"We could name him Designation," he clarifies. "Des for short."

"Life form class: pet. Designation: Designation."

Okay, when he hears it like that, Jack laughs.

Des crawls out of his jacket, trying to explore, but Jack catches him before he goes too far. The cockpit doesn't have any loose wires, but still, he doesn't want the little guy to get into something he shouldn't. Apparently it's all right to have cats, based on the commissary stock, so now he just has to figure out how to make it official.

Once Des realises he's not going to be allowed to explore, he settles for curling up against Jack's neck, purring up a storm, his front paws kneading at the collar of the jacket.

"The purpose of the small animal's presence is unclear," BT says.

Aw, and he was almost asleep, too.

"Y'mean having a pet? They're cute. Make you happy. Chew on your furniture sometimes, I hear."

"That does not seem beneficial."

"Eh, they make trouble, sure, but it all balances out. I mean, just look at how fluffy he is."

"I will update my internal records to reflect your appreciation for fluffy small animals."

"Aw, thanks, BT."

There's silence for another few minutes, but Jack can hear the tick-kick-tick from the back that sometimes accompanies BT's 'thinking'.

"Life form class: pet, has been accepted as beneficial to pilot. Pet designation: Des, has been accepted as beneficial to pilot."

"You're real sweet," Jack mumbles, and it's not long after that, that Des' purring lures him back to sleep.

#titanfall 2 #bt 7274 #jack cooper #request #hm how do i tag the cat #ttf2 des

[punkrangerdraws]

If your Sidestep(s) hadn’t become Sidestep the Hero/Vigilante what would they have done instead? What would their life be like by canon time?

Okay this is very interesting! So, after trying to think of what they’d be like both without Heartbreak (and the scars from that) as well as without any influence from the Rangers… I think in a way the latter matters more to their current personalities, because the aftermath of Heartbreak didn’t come out of nowhere, it just built on things they were already carrying with them. So the way they’d act in this AU would largely build on what they’d be like if they hadn’t met the Rangers (and ofc Ortega in particular).  Anyway, here's my take on each of the usual suspects (under a cut because it's a lot):

Antoine would probably have stayed a while longer with the homeless punks that he hung out with before becoming sidestep, but he'd still have gotten restless with that life and probably ended up travelling around a bit, maybe going to San Francisco or something.

I think he'd still end up going back because he's… nostalgic in a way, or possessive, of Los Diablos and will always consider it his home. He'd probably end up as a vigilante in one way or another, but maybe straying closer to the villains. But he'd never be able to live a normal life and like.. have a full-time job. Too many things he’s unhappy with, things he can’t live a normal life with, and just growing up as a [redacted] definitely doesn’t help. Antoine isn’t made for the quiet life, even though the travelling was partly him being careful and that’s definitely something he’d be more of. He wouldn’t be very happy with that life in general, as I said before he wouldn’t feel fulfilled by it, not unless he could feel like he could live without being hunted and without having to worry about like… every aspect of existing as he is. Also not meeting Ortega would drastically change things, some for the better, some in less good directions. He would be more careful, less confident, and probably more lonely - there’s not many people he can talk to as a telepath without feeling he knows too much, and there’s also a difference between normal people and people with powers, I think it would be very difficult for him to forget that and not have the feeling like he should be doing something more, something most people can’t do. 

If he for whatever reason couldn’t even become a not-Sidestep vigilante, he’d probably just work part time at a tattoo-parlour (ironically).

Nicholas would probably have been better off in this scenario, considering their less than healthy relationship with Ortega and the way revenge has taken priority over anything else.

On the other hand they’re probably more depressed, they do need some grander purpose in life and I don’t think they’d be satisfied with anything else. In the end, I think they’d just open up a bookstore somewhere, but y’know in the way they just have it so they have somewhere to store books/read and they’d try their best to scare away any customers and basically become a hermit. And then eventually they’d get tired of that and just go straight to being a villain and doing something dramatic, basically going from full caution to full recklessness in one night. Something definitely gets blown up in the process.

Rene would probably work in various tech shops for a while, then move on to either working with building tech or going into coding or something like that full time.

Which would be alright, fun even, to her, but also lonely and not something she’d be very happy with in the end. She’d just feel unfulfilled and also constantly worry about being found out for what she is, because normal people are a hell lot more nosy when people seem to be hiding things. So she’d probably move around a lot and change jobs. And she’d also feel guilty about just leaving things as they are and would eventually look into doing something to change things, perhaps starting to dig into things she shouldn’t and maybe leaving things where they could be found by people with connections etc. She’d be even more secretive about it than she is now (which is a lot) and would probably not end up accomplishing as much as she hoped, but she’d also likely not be found out.

Densil… would probably deal with this the worst, he is hopeless when he doesn’t have a goal or someone telling him what to do.

There’s several things they’d be good at, or would like to do, but that they wouldn’t be able to bring themself to work toward because they wouldn’t feel they deserved it. Instead they probably end up working some shitty delivering job, with a lot of driving and not a lot of people. Then she’d feel useless and angry and possibly entertaining the thought of going back to [redacted]. Eventually I think she’d end up becoming one of those shady business people who hang out at certain villain’s casinos, starting to live more dangerously, caring less about it too, and either end up having to move to another city and faking her own death, or being found out and get brought back where she started…

#fallen hero #sidestep #asks #antoine duman #nicholas dale #rene dawn #densil argent #it wasn't easy writing this without going into spoilers but i didn't know what you'd read so far #so have done my best to avoid anything past rebirth #anyway thank you for the question anon it was very good! #for future reference tho pls send oc asks to my main blog #if you remember - its no big deal to send here too #i just feel like i need to do art for them as well and then it takes longer to answer..

[yandere-sins]

Could you please do a one-shot where the reader tries to escape from yandere Gojo? Thanks in advance! ^^

Thanks for requesting ♥ Haven’t done a request for him in a while :D

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Only when you finally ran out of adrenaline did you notice the soothing cold of the night against your skin. For the longest time, you hadn't felt even a breeze ruffling through your clothes. But now, paired with the sound of leaves rustling in the wind, you were engulfed by all these normal-strange sensations you had missed out on for so long. 

Even though your feet hurt from running, and your lungs couldn't get enough of the air all around you, you felt so alive and happy, you were barely able to contain yourself from screaming in joy. Leaning against the wall, you decided to take a small rest in the alleyway, having come far already. How long had you run? Probably a bit more than twenty minutes, left and right and uphill and behind houses. You'd have put rabbits to shame with how you sidestepped just to escape.

So what now? 

Many would call you crazy. That you'd run from a man that loved you so much wouldn't be taken positively by the people around you. You couldn't go home, or to your parents, after all, if you were him, that's where you'd look first. Police? But what would you tell them? That you were locked away for months? Gojo had told you more than once that it was useless to go anywhere - especially without him - after all, he made sure that no one would believe the terrible things you wanted to tell them. Everyone was under the assumption you were doing splendidly with your new boyfriend - a boyfriend you didn't even know existed.

You had been seen with him so many times that people liked to assume that what you had was a normal relationship. They didn't know that he kept forcing himself into your space, that you didn't want to go anywhere with him anymore after he monopolized and clung to you for the better part of weeks. Everyone knew he was eccentric, but they didn't think he was mad on top of that. One could assume that after all he's done in the past and went through, his brain took a big hit, his arrogance and confidence only feeding into his egotistical views. But that he'd kidnap the person he loved, kept them holed up, and did things you didn't want to think about anymore that's not something anyone would accept easily. 

In fact, if you two were ever again confronted with each other, he might blame you for doing these things to yourself and harassing him! No... You decided then and there that you didn't want to have anything to do with him anymore. You just wanted to go somewhere he couldn't find you. Somewhere you'd be safe and could start over without drawing any attention. Calm and peaceful, but most importantly, alone.

At least, that was the plan, but biting the tip of your thumb, you realized you were still stuck in the middle of the city, with no money, no phone, and nowhere to go for help. Perhaps if you visited the bank and asked for money from your account personally, they'd be able to provide you with some, but it was already late, and you doubted there was any bank near you that had a late-night clerk waiting for customers. You didn't like to settle somewhere outside for the night. You wanted to be gone as fast as possible, but what were you supposed to do? Clothed in just a shirt and pants, you sunk to your bottom, pulling in your legs. At least, hidden behind dumpsters and between the buildings, no one would find you or, if, simply assume you were a beggar asleep. 

This was still nicer than being with him. 

Nicer than sleeping in his hold while he whispered his seemingly endless confession in your ear, your body bruised and fragile from his touches.

Sleeping in some dirty alleyway was heaven compared to it.

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"Ah, look at you," Gojo hummed as he stepped into the alleyway. Even though you had been dozing, immediately, your eyes snapped wide open, and you took on the stance of someone about to jump up and run again. However, your eyes could only fixate on his legs, standing right in front of you and blocking your way out. Even if you thought it was safest to hide, you didn't calculate the risk of getting found. "You must be cold."

There was mockery in his kind words, but Gojo was quick to strip off his jacket and squat down, laying the fabric around your shoulder. Everything about him - the sharp eyes hidden behind shades, the smell of his aftershave, the rough tug he made as he adjusted the jacket over your shoulders - made you want to vomit. Pictures of things he had done and things he was able to do to you popped into your mind while you sat there like a frozen, trying desperately to come up with an escape plan.

"How did you...?" you mumbled, questioning yourself more than him. "What kind of boyfriend would I be if I could even find you? I missed you! Were you scared I wouldn't come?"

No, you were scared all along that he'd find you.

"Why?" you whispered, shoulders slumping. Gojo's lips curled into a pitying smile, one he probably imagined signaled empathy the best. But really, was there even a spark of humanity in this man that would let him feel these kinds of emotions? You doubted it more than anyone in the world. Hands falling from your shoulders to your hips and dragging forward over your thighs to your knees, Gojo took a deep breath, taking in every inch of you appreciatively. Like fine art, a rare sight to see, that's how you must have looked in his eyes.

"I told you I missed you, so I came--"

"No, why are you doing this. Why me? What do you want from me?"

Your voice sounded exhausted more than anything now. Now that you realized Gojo had won, you were tired. There was something animalistic in the way he touched you. Possessive, victorious. He was the white lion prowling in a habitat that didn't fit him, and yet, he benefitted from it. However he did it, you knew he wasn't just passing by and found you. If you didn't know it better, you'd say he always knew where you went, every second of your escape. But it was inexplicable how, when, and why he knew, and it frightened you even more that he was so much more aware of everything going on around you than you were.

Gojo smiled, hesitating to answer while he thought hard about what to say. "You. I always wanted you. I want you to love me and cherish me. Make the whole world stop for a while without me having to worry that you will disappear from it. I am doing this for you as much as I am doing it for me, don't you understand? Won't you rely on me to do what is best for us?"

"I don't want that," you replied firmly, not even a moment of hesitation on your side. No matter what he said, you couldn't decide if Gojo was telling the truth or if he lied. You were sure he was manipulating you, but at the same time, he did it with the face of an angel, hiding much, much more than you'd ever know even if you expected there to be hidden meaning behind it all.

"I see," he sighed, the smile never leaving his lips no matter how he was feeling at the moment. Was he angry? Disappointed? Sad? You weren't sure if even Gojo himself knew. But you did notice his grip on your legs growing harder as he kept squeezing down on them. "Then I will make you rely on me."

Surely enough, you couldn't keep up your scared-up-stance for much longer as he seemed to force you to the ground. You could feel your expression harden in pain as you gasped, pushing at his shoulders. However, Gojo used the moment of your focus shifting to move forward to your face, kissing you in a moment you were stunned by his actions. "Please don't hate me too much," he mumbled, almost sounding... remorseful.

"I just think those legs don't do us any good as long as they are attached to you. We both need to make sacrifices, you know?"

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[wooteena]

technoblade speedrunning adopting ranboo (high school edition): the fanfic

also on ao3!

hey remember this post? well i got so attatched and impatient that i wrote over 1k words for a pilot type chapter for it <3

chapter one: officer in my defense i punched that guy because he deserves it

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Techno Blade-Minecraft would call himself smart. He got good grades without trying, learned second, then third languages with ease, read textbooks for fun, etcetera etcetera. Wisdom without experience was a rare thing to possess, especially in a high school senior but techno had it tight in his grasp, easily making him a ‘Model Student’. He understood he got unneeded attention from that, which sucked, but it was an easy trade-off to be the automatic teacher’s favourite.

But Techno was a man of wisdom, not a man of sense. So naturally, he remembered a fact about baby birds he learnt when he was six years old:

‘Classical "imprinting", as seen with for example, ducks or geese, means that the animal's instinctive programming says "the first big animal you see after hatching is your mom, follow them and look to her for food, warmth, love and learning’

Actually, Techno decided he was the man of Most Sense because at that very moment, the tallest, yet somehow weakest looking freshmen he’d ever seen was being cornered by a group of hefty looking seniors.

And the baby bird, with its innocent, scared eyes was looking right at him.

He looked around the hallway, a desperate scan for other students he could push his growing parental responsibility on to. It was a ghost town, as empty as the remakes of towns from the old west he saw on childhood school excursions.

‘Fuuuuuuuuuuck.’

Technoblade took a deep breath in through his nose, then released it out of his mouth like if he breathed hard enough, his empathy could be taken away with the non existent wind in the soul-crushing grey hallways. It obviously didn’t work because Jesus Christ that kid looked helpless.

As quickly as one could without compromising a freshmen’s still intact nose, Techno examined the seniors. They all wore the school football team’s letterman jacket (‘what is this, Heathers?’), a classic pointer for internalized insecurity, toxic masculinity and most importantly unrightfully self diagnosed Strong Guy syndrome, which meant that they definitely were only beating up a freshmen because that was the most they could actually fight. One point to Technoblade. They also were all at least a solid five inches shorter than him, which Techno would have laughed at if the situation wasn’t so dire. Point two for Technoblade.

Catching himself before letting his wandering mind think up a full five paragraph M.L.A sighted essay to why he could crush these nerds, he decided that two points was enough leverage to still crush these nerds, but with slightly less confidence.

With as much patience as he could, he slowly walked up to the group like a silent lion hunting his soon to be, very dead* (maybe not dead, *slightly bruised) prey. The baby bird, trapped in one of his prey’s chokehold, stared at him like he was a madman. Techno’s objective changed: knock out the dickhead choking a kid.

They stood in a corner, the choker in the middle, the other two blocking off the only escapes and laughing cruelly at the baby bird. Completely distracted.

Techno curled his fist, aiming to punch that asshole’s teeth in or at least break his nose. He starts to run, about five feet away from his target and oh god this is a terrible idea he does fencing not hand to ha-

BAM.

Choker’s nose made a resounding crack and fell back onto the jock on the left. Probably because it’d be ‘too gay’, or whatever, the guy sidesteps and lets a knocked out, nose broken, probably popular kid by comparing his ego to the size of his dick, fall onto the ground

The two awake bullies look between their knocked out friend, then at Techno, then at each other.

“MISS NIIIIHACHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!”

Techno knew they’d call a teacher because they’re cowards but really? Nihachu?

That lady is TERRIFYING what did he do to deserve this.

He let out a long, disappointed ‘bruh’ before with a jolt, remembering the whole reason he punched that jock in the first.

The child.

He doesn’t bother trying to pick up him up because holy hell he’s tall, but pulls one of the kid’s arms over his shoulder, and with his other arm holds their waist and sprints as fast as he can down the hall.

“What the…” murmurs the half dead lump on his back, and while Techno’s surprised his vocal chords aren’t dead? Not even a ‘thank you’? Techno thinks he should start doing charity work at this point.

He continues to run though, because he’s a generous soul, until slowing to open a door that opens the blinding sunlight of the free world outside their prison.

Despite himself, Techno lets his mouth slip into a big enough smile that actually shows his teeth because he just did that. His celebratory moment is cut off though, because the weight on his back suddenly felt even heavier and-

Oh my God the baby bird just fell asleep on me.

Am I a father now?

What do I tell Phil? Does this make him a grandfather?

I can’t just take him home.

What’s stopping you?

Oh my God, I’m a genius.

Techno may be a proclaimed genius, but he is not immune to the inherent propaganda of cute children, so he sets down the kid on the least grimey part of a battered metal bench to get his first proper look at the sleeping giant.

Apart from his injuries (a bleeding nose, bruises forming on his arms, a black eye and a red handprint on his neck) the kid looked… Weird. Techno had subconsciously noticed it while carrying him, but only now the complete oddity of him. His skin from the jaw down was a uniform, warm, dark brown, which was decidedly normal, but his face was… different. Not ugly, no, he looked average, if not perpetually awkward, even in his sleep. The right side of his face was a similar, if not slightly darker tone than the rest of his skin, but where it got weird weird was from the middle of his face and leftward, his face was pale. As pale as Techno, which is saying something because Techno himself has albinism; he has no melanin in his skin.

He found himself sympathizing for the kid again. Techno himself got bullied for his reddish eyes - a symptom of his albinism, and his naturally stark-white skin and hair. It got to the point that he dyed his hair pink, which decidedly made it worse because a guy dying his hair pink ? apparently high school treason to both students and the school rules. His bullies had a colourful range of insults, at least; Techno’s personal favourites being from after he died his hair: homophobic slurs. The teachers had constant complaints and even a couple suspensions, which didn’t stop Techno, obviously. What a wonder public school is.

So yes, Techno understood the baby bird, because despite Techno’s only weakness being himself (and apparently non-threatening freshmen?) as of now, it wasn’t like he came out of the womb a scary pink haired senior. He knew bullying like the hair dye aisle at his local department store.

He knew that helping the kid would make him more attached to the point of no return, but he’d accepted it. It felt like feeding a wild animal more food after making the mistake the first time, it’s not like it’ll get less annoying to have it following you around.

The moment Techno processed his own thought, his face blanched - somehow getting whiter despite literally being the textbook definition of a white boy.

He’d fallen into the ‘senior adopting a defenseless freshmen’ trap.

Shit.

Even more embarrassingly, this didn't deter Techno from pulling his first aid kit, for once his anxious over-packing doing some good.

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[fortheloveofwonderland]

Sweet Tooth [Spencer x gn! Reader]

A/N: this is for my “Donuts” square on my CM Bingo Card for @cmbingo​ AKA The four times Spencer gave you donuts and one time he didn’t. 

CW: absolutely none, complete and utter fluff.

WC: 1.5K

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You would always remember the first time you saw him. The morning rush had you exhausted, sweaty and somewhat flustered. You swore every DC man and his mother got their coffee for their morning commute at your shop. 

Just as it was dying down he stepped up to the counter, large hazel eyes and a slightly awkward smile. 

“Black coffee please.” His voice was like honey to your ears. It took a few seconds for you to register his words. 

“Uh...yeah sure. Coming right up.” You swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat and turned towards the coffee maker. “Anything else?”

The man mused this for a moment. He had unruly curly hair and a jawline that could cut glass. 

“Do you have a donut recommendation?” 

You finished his coffee and slid it across the counter as you contemplated this.

“Well my favourite is strawberries and cream. But you have to have one hell of a sweet tooth for that.”

He smiled with a small nod. 

“I’ll take one of those.” 

You got a paper bag and cautiously placed the delicacy inside. 

You rang up his order and he paid. You slid his donut across the counter but he smiled playfully.

“It’s not for me.” He slid it back, his eyes sparkling at you. “Enjoy.” 

And with that he was gone. 

You stared dumbly at the spot he had just been standing. The moment had been so fleeting it was almost as though it had never happened.

But there was a strawberry and cream donut on the counter in front of you.

***

Three weeks passed and there was no sign of your mystery donut customer. Every time the little bell over the door chimed over those three weeks your heart skipped a beat and your eyes would dart to the door. But it was never him.

Over time you started to think you must have imagined him. You’d been exhausted that morning and maybe your mind had created the handsome stranger as a distraction.

Or if he had been real, he’d probably been a tourist which would explain why you hadn’t seen him again. And every day your hope dwindled a little more that you ever would see him again. 

You weren’t even sure why it mattered. It had been a fleeting moment, a small act of kindness but for some reason it had stuck with you. Maybe it was his intoxicating eyes or his warm smile. 

After you returned from your break that day and were getting your apron back on, something caught your eye. It was a paper bag behind the counter with your name on.

“What’s this?” You asked your colleague with a frown. 

She turned from where she was cleaning the coffee machine.

“Oh some guy came in and asked what the sweetest donut we did was. I told him it was probably the caramel sensation and he paid for it and told me to keep it for you.” She shrugged.

“What?” You picked up the bag. “Who? When?”

“Some guy.” She shrugged again. “Tall, messy hair. Said his name was Spencer I think.”

“When? How long ago?”

“I don’t know?” She laughed. “Maybe a quarter of an hour ago?” 

Your heart dropped and soared all at once. He’d been here and you’d missed him. But he’d left you a donut. 

You cautiously removed the donut from its bag and before you took a bite you muttered to yourself, “thanks Spencer.”

***

Two days later right smack bang in coffee lovers rush hour, he appeared again. He sidestepped being served by your colleague and as a dad and his boisterous children stepped away, he materialised in front of you.

“Hi.” He smiled. “How was the donut?”

“It was good thanks.” You blushed, you couldn’t help yourself. 

“Good.” He blushed slightly too. “So you know my name, am I allowed to know yours?”

You giggled a little and pointed at your name badge pinned to your apron.

“Y/N.” 

Oh god he felt foolish. He’d never thought to look. 

“Oh yeah.” His blush deepened. “Sorry.”

“Can you hurry it up!” A large, angry looking man behind Spencer grumbled. “I don’t got all day for your flirting.”

You both blushed again at his words.

“Uhm...black coffee?”

“Yes please. And a donut of your choice.” 

You set about making his drink, trying not to stare at him but it was hard when he was so gorgeous. 

You picked out two chocolate sprinkle donuts and bagged them separately. 

“Why two?” He frowned a little when you slid one over the counter. 

“It’s your turn to have a donut on me.” You pulled at all your confidence and winked at him. “Coffees on me too.”

“What? I can’t do that.” He shook his head a little frantic. 

“You’ll think of a way to return the favour.” You smiled at him and then you moved on to serve your next customer while Spencer just stared, slightly slack jawed. 

***

Another few weeks passed and Spencer didn’t come back into the coffee shop. You worried you scared him off with your blatant flirtatiousness. Maybe you’d come on too strong. 

Just when you’d resided yourself to the fact you had indeed frightened him away and that he was probably getting his fix at Starbucks rather than your small boutique cafe, a delivery man of all people proved you wrong.

He nudged the door open with his hip, a large flat box in his hands.

“I’m looking for Y/N.” He grunted slightly as he came to the counter.

“That’s me.” You pointed at your name badge. How did people always miss that?

“These are for you.” He set the box down on the counter. 

You stared down at the delights through the transparent lid. At least a dozen donuts of all varieties laid inside. 

You looked back up but the delivery man had already gone. 

You carried your treats through to the back office and opened the lid where you found a small note inside. 

You unfolded it and read the messy handwriting inside.

Y/N, 

Sorry I haven’t been in for a while, my job is hectic. But I wanted to make up for it, so here is a donut for everyday I haven’t been able to see you. Hope to see you soon,

Spencer.

You felt yourself blushing as you read his words over and over. He wasn’t avoiding you. You hadn’t freaked him out. He sent you a donut for every day you’d been apart. 

God this man was something else. You couldn’t wait to thank him to his face. You just hoped you didn’t have to wait too long.

***

It was another week before you spotted that mop of curly hair sat at a table outside the coffee shop in the DC sunshine. 

You waited for the place to quieten down, placed two chocolate custard donuts on plates and took your break. 

You took a few deep breaths as you pushed open the cafe door and stepped out onto the street. He had his back to you reading a newspaper as you approached. 

“I thought it was high time I returned the favour.” You spoke, making Spencer almost jump out of his seat. 

You giggled a little and without being invited you slid into the empty seat opposite him. 

“Oh hi Y/N.” He spoke, regaining his composure and folding his newspaper. 

You slid him one of the donuts.

“Hi Spencer.” You smiled back at him. 

You kept eye contact as you both took a bite of your respective donuts. 

“So, as much as I love trading donuts back and forth,” you started between mouthfuls. “Are you ever going to ask me on a date?” 

You weren’t sure what came over you, you were never so forward with men. But Spencer was different. You would do anything it took to make him yours. The attraction between the two of you was palpable. He’d made the first move with the donuts, now it was your turn.

“That’s why I’m here.” He smiled at you and it sent shivers down your spine. “What time do you get off work?” 

“Five.” 

He looked at his watch, it was just before two.

“Ok, I’ll be right here when you finish.” 

“You’re going to wait all that time for me?” You couldn’t hide your blush.

“As long as I have coffee, I don’t mind waiting.” His smile turned a little shy and you thought it was the most adorable thing you’d ever seen. 

“I’ll make sure you never have an empty cup.” You finished your donuts, your eyes fixed on one another. “I need to get back.”

“I’ll be waiting.” You pushed your chair back and stood up. 

“Where do you want to go for dinner?” He looked up at you, eyes sparkling. 

You thought about this for a second before you grinned. You started walking away and turned to speak over your shoulder. 

“I donut mind Spencer. I donut mind at all.” 

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[honeyabyss]

A humans mortality (Lucifer x Mc)

Summary: Mc suddenly realizes their own mortality and it scares them, but Lucifer is there to comfort and reassure. (This was a request by @number-0-iz, hope you like it!)

Warnings: some random demons threatens you, implied anxiety attack

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It had been a while since the day you arrived in Devildom. By now it felt almost like a second home, demons weren't that different from humans at most times.

Sure they still were supernatural beings who are more than capable of snapping you in half without any effort at all, but you always brushed all these small differences away.

Don't think about them! It had been your very first rule to be established for yourself at the start of the exchange year, to help and get more comfortable around these non-human beings. At one point the bad feelings slipped into the back of your mind, only once in a while emerging from it's deep sleep, for example when one of the brothers snapped yet again. But it didn't scare you anymore! You made friends among the demons, something you would have never thought for possible just one year ago, but here you are!

That doesn't mean though that all demons have accepted you...You were after all still a lowly human, just living under the protection of the demon lords. Some of those of lower ranking found it unbelievable. What did you do to make those mighty demons like you?

Some demons gossiped loudly in RADs hallways even when you passed them, some chose to envy you from the shadows, while others, more bolder maybe also less intelligent ones, tried to threaten you, to make you stay away from the beloved yet equally feared brothers. But as they never truly tried anything, due to one of your protectors being around you all the time, you ignored the comments.

It was late in the afternoon and Mammon had ditched you, it wasn't really planned, but someone he was indebted to had recognized him and started chasing him. You had tried to keep up with them, but they were too fast.

Not wanting Mammon to get into trouble for leaving you behind, you made your way back to the House of Lamentation.

The streets were bustling with demons of all kinds, shopping, going home, meeting and talking with others; it felt just like a normal day in a human realm city.

Though most of them were friendly to you, you didn't want to test your luck and briskly walked through the crowded streets, trying to avoid bumping into anyone.

Unfortunately that was deemed to be impossible and so you accidentally walked into a tall demon you didn't recognize, but instantly had a queasy feeling upon seeing his face.

The demon scowled at you, brushing some invisible dirt off the places you touched him.

A meekly muttered apology came from your mouth. You hadn't meant to cause trouble and definitely not to one that looked so dangerous.

The demon didn't respond at first he just stared at you. As you tried to sidestep around the demon, he moved with you, blocking your way forward.

"Where do you think you're going? Trying to escape? You didn't actually think I'd let you run off, right?"

You didn't answer, didn't even know what would be the best to respond now. All you could think of was that he hopefully wouldn't notice how your heart raced in fear.

"All alone today? None of the brothers are accompanying you? Have they finally realised how worthless you are? Maybe I should do them a favour and get rid of you for the sake of all of us?"

Your eyes were wide open, adrenaline pumping through your veins and your instinct told you to run, to run now, to run fast and to run far in hopes of escape, but your mind told you otherwise, you were no match to a fully grown demon, not even to a small one, running wouldn't help you.

You had always known that demons were demons, that there were distinct differences between your races, yet you pushed them away, for the sake of the exchange year you braved your way through the daily stress in hell, forgetting a small but important fact: you were very much still just a mortal.

Your own heartbeat resonated in your ears, blocking every other sound out, your hands felt clammy with the cold sweat of fear and your eyes didn't seem to be able to focus on anything. You were in absolute shock, desperately trying to find a way out of the situation.

The demon wraps his hand tightly around your wrist, but before he can start pulling you away another hand interferes, freeing you from your captor's bruising grip.

Lucifer is standing between you and the demon looking furious, he is yelling at the startled lower ranking demon in front of him, but you can't make out what he is saying as you're still in your stupor.

Your mind is still racing over time when Lucifer is starting to gently guide you back home. No words are said, and if he did, you didn't notice too caught up in your thoughts.

"I could have died...", you whisper after what feels like an hour later.

"But you're not. You're safe now. I won't let anything like that ever happen again to you.", Lucifer answers having heard your whispering. His hand is still holding yours so gently as if it were going to shatter at any moment.

Your head turns slowly towards him, only now you realize that you were sitting on the sofa in his room, when you had made it here you couldn't really remember. Everything seemed to be a blur.

With the knowledge of finally being at a safe place, your body decides to break down. Tears start to stream down your face and your whole body shakes with every sob. Lucifer's arms wrap around you, holding you firmly, yet not painful, against his chest, one of his hands continuously stroking over your head to comfort you.

Your hands grip the material of his shirt so tight that your knuckles turn white as you sob in the comfort of his arms.

"I-I could have died...I don't want to! I'm scared!", the more you think about it the more scared you get, and speaking it out loud doesn't help calm you down either. Your breathing is getting short and erratic, transporting only enough air into your lungs to stay conscious. The cold feeling of fear keeps spreading throughout your body, trying to consume you completely, only stopping at Lucifer's words.

"Don't be scared...I'm here with you. Let's calm down first before you hyperventilate...", his voice is low and soothing, slowly helping you to normalize your breathing yet a few sobs are still coming through every now and then.

"I'm not going to pretend I know how terrifying the thought of dying is...demons usually don't have to worry about that after all, but I experienced how much it hurts to lose a person, so I might know at least a bit more than others....Death...is inevitable for human beings. You may have a short life, but I believe you also get to spend the most beautiful ones."

You silently listen to him still wrapped up in his warm hug while you hide your tearstained face in his chest.

"The life of a demon can become quite lonely and boring sometimes, after all, living for multiple millennials is a long time, maybe even too long...A thing I enjoy today, might become the most boring thing in the next centuries. Trying to find new stuff to enjoy can be hard and you become unmotivated and sometimes demons even become numb to all joy...If it weren't for my troublesome brothers...it might have already happened to me as well", he lets out a small chuckle before continuing, "anyway, what I mean to tell you is that though your life is short, humans live their life to the fullest, getting to enjoy many different things, never having to worry about something becoming less entertaining in the next century. While humans live in the now, demons tend to forget this and either dwell in memories of the past or the worries of the future. A flower's beauty comes from their inevitability of wilting, because the short time of their lives when they blossom is also the part where they are loved the most! Maybe that is why humans have to die, their colours are too vibrant and beautiful to exist forever."

While attempting at comforting you, he was probably the most open and vulnerable he had ever been, but he didn't seem to mind, as long as it helped you he was happy.

"But your life isn't over yet, not even close to the end...I promise to protect you until your very last breath. And when the time comes to say goodbye to this world I'll be with you holding your hand, making sure you're okay. And afterwards, even when centuries have gone by, I will never forget you, you will live on in my memories forever. I promise you!"

#obey me lucifer #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me lucifer x mc #obey me luci x reader #obey me oneshot #oneshot #comfort

[pascalslittlebrat]

Favors

Rating: T

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Word Count: 6316

Warnings: Mentions of food, cigarettes, alcohol, some language, insecurity, tiny angst, this is honestly just soft

Summary: As Noonan’s secretary you have to deal with a lot of things, all part of the job description. Dealing with Javier Peña and his constant need of favors? Not part of the job description but something you can’t resist. When he asks you to dinner as a thank you, you can’t help but question it, not when you have feelings for him and you know this is just part of him owing you. But sometimes our own insecurities block us from truly seeing everything going on around us.

A/N: Honestly, I’m shit at summaries but I saw this gif set and it made me think of this along with @sleep-tight1 fueling my want for this. Big thanks to @mothandpidgeon for dealing with my musings on this and to @danniburgh for helping me plot things out and for making sure I translated right. I’m honestly scared because this is my first character fic but here it is. Kind of want to do a part two cause I love them xoxo

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You were looking through paperwork that needed to get to the ambassador when the familiar scent of cedar, cigarettes, and a hint of mint hit your nose, causing your body to immediately perk up and you didn’t have to look up to know who was now leaning over your desk. You sighed setting your hands down in front of you clasping them together. You looked up to meet the familiar intense brown eyes of Javier Peña.

“What do you need Javier?” you deadpanned, knowing the mustached man only visited you when he was asking you for a favor, other than that at most you might get a wave when he’s getting called into Noonan’s office to get chewed out.

He placed his hands on your desk, feign hurt coming across his face, “Y/N, can’t I just come by and see you?”

You roll your eyes at him, you wanted to call him out on his lie, he only spoke to you during times like this. “That’s bullshit and we both know it. The ambassador doesn’t have you scheduled to chew your ass out today, so what is it? I don’t have time for this today, I have stacks of paperwork to get to.” You gestured to the stack next to your computer.

You tried to ignore how good his stupid curly hair looked today, how much his eyes looked like melted chocolate in the lighting, or how distracted you were getting see the first two buttons of his shirt unbuttoned, exposing that little bit of tan skin that made you want to unbutton and explore the rest, you wouldn’t let his charm get to you today. God will this man learn how to button up his shirts? “I just need your signature on something, hermosa, that’s all,” he says smoothly, his Texan accent slightly coming out.

Exactly as you expected, he just needed something. You couldn’t help the twinge of disappointment that coursed through you, after years of crushing on Javier, you couldn’t help but still hope for the day he would actually come to you just to talk or maybe ask you out. You knew it was ridiculous and your little crush shouldn’t bother you so much, for fucks sake you were an adult, but you couldn’t help it. You had fallen for his charm the moment he first came to you and you hadn’t been able to deny him since then, even when you knew the stories that surrounded him.

Today hadn’t been a good day for you though, so you frown at him, watching his hand come down to brush against your desk. His eyes were on yours and you wanted to punch him for that beautiful face, that prominent nose and his jawline that had your fingertips itching to run along them. “Let me guess: it’s a very sad and complicated situation involving you and a beautiful local,” you say bitterly.

Javier reaches down taking one of your hands in his, rubbing his thumb over your fingers, you ignored the tingle that went down your spine at the touch of his warm calloused hand over yours, “You got your nails done. It’s your color, y/n.” He gives you a soft smile and your frown deepens. He’s really trying to turn the charm on today, and it was taking everything in you to not stare at his arms, the way he had his arm bent to hold your hand was showing off the veins that led up his biceps in a way that was making your body feel warm. Yet another urge to touch him came to mind that you had to shut down to keep focused

You slip your hand out of his, a part of you missing his soft touch and hated that he was only complimenting you to get whatever it was that he wanted. You narrow your eyes at him when you see the visible paperwork in his other hand that he had been keeping hidden behind his back. “What do you want, Javier?” you ask exasperated, it was clear he wasn’t going to take no for an answer and you already knew if he continued acting like this you’d be like putty in his hands soon enough anyways .

His stare was direct yet gentle as he brought the papers in front of you pointing down at the line he needed you sign, “It’s simple, I just need your signature right there.”

You took the paper from him, both his hands came down to grasp the edge of the desk and you saw him look over at the ambassador’s office, he looked nervous all of a sudden and you realized why the moment you read over the paper. You looked up at him eyes wide, looking around to make sure no one was around either. You knew that you were safe from the Noonan, she was in a briefing meeting but you definitely didn’t want anyone to hear this conversation. “You want me to create an embassy ID?” you ask him shocked. Of all the things he had asked you to do before, this was definitely one of his biggest favors, one that could get you in a great deal of trouble if Noonan found out. She was already growing weary of the way you would always vouch for him. “Who is this woman?”

“What I want you to do is sidestep a little bullshit bureaucracy and help someone stay alive,” he answers you, his voice low and deep, his eyes held that serious intenseness to them again.

You give him a look, one that reminds him how often you had helped him sidestep some bullshit. There was something in his eyes, worry maybe? You gulped, you couldn’t help but feel envious of her, that she had someone like Javi sticking his neck out for her. “You really think I’d be asking you if it wasn’t important?” he asks.

You can’t help the way your hearts drops a little at his words, the reminder of him only coming to you because only you could help him commit this plan of his through. “She’s my informant. And she can be the key to bringing down the whole Medellin cartel, so come on, y/n, whose side are you on?” he continues the irritation clear in his tone.

Your jaw clenches and you look up at him then at the papers. He had you there, he knew the answer to that. You knew the hard work he put in day in and day out to take down Escobar, you knew the late nights he worked, the early mornings, the close calls. He knew that even though you were just Noonan’s secretary that you still wanted to be able to help in whatever way you could. That’s why you stuck your neck out for him and his informants no matter the fight you might put up first, because they risked their lives, they had helped to get information in, and the least they did deserve, for their time and sacrifice, was safety or to the ability to live a better life.

You can see how tense he is, his jaw is tightened, he’s biting his bottom lip, you can tell there’s that part of him ready to argue with you further if that’s what he needs to do. Whoever this woman was, she was clearly in great danger if she stayed here with whatever information she had that he needed an Embassy ID to get her out. You knew this had to be the informant you had heard Noonan complaining he was keeping hidden, that would tie Escobar to the Palace of Justice siege.

You look up at him once more and he raises an eyebrow at you clearly annoyed and waiting to see what your answer was. You sigh shaking your head to yourself, Noonan would have your ass if she knew you had any part of this, but if this could help stop the violence in Colombia then you didn’t care. You grab your pen and sign your name on the printed line, you watch as Javier visibly relaxes as you hand him the papers. The hardness in his face is gone, the relief clear in it.

“Thank you, y/n, you’re the best, really. I don’t know what I would do without your help,” he tells you softly, the appreciation clear in his eyes and he takes your hand in his again giving it a gentle squeeze. Gone was the hard man from moments ago.

Your heart melts at his words and touch, all you can do is nod in response your throat suddenly feeling dry. “I owe you big time for this y/n, you don’t know just how important this was. I’ll take you out to dinner one day, my thanks for this,” Javier promises as he brings your hand up giving the top of it a kiss before bringing it down and standing up fiddling with the papers in his hands.

You stare at him dumbfounded, your cheeks were burning, and you hoped he couldn’t see the way you were reacting over the simple gesture. “I-It’s fine, just know if I go down, you’re going down with me,” you mumble out, trying to keep the feign unbotheredness up that you tried to hold around him.

Javier gives you that gorgeous side smile of his, “Of course, I wouldn’t expect anything else.” He winks at you before he turns and walks away. You slide down into your chair suppressing a groan running your fingers over your forehead. You hoped to God this would work out for him or you’d both be screwed. You look at his retreating figure, admiring the tightness of his blue jeans, how nice his ass looked, you told yourself you deserved the peak at his ass after the stress he just caused you. You run a hand through your hair and let out a deep breath before reaching for one of the files in your stack, grateful for the stacks of paper now and the distraction it’d help give you.

You come out of Noonan’s office frustrated, with Gacha’s death, Escobar bombing Colombia, and Gaviria not accepting the help the US wanted to give, Noonan was more snippy than usual and the amount of reports going through you to get to her or to send back home felt never ending. Noonan usually got along well with you, other than when you were standing up for Javi and Steve, but today she was more stressed than usual, so you forgetting to tell her husband called had caused her to flip out more than it usually would and you just had to take it because you knew there was a lot of pressure on her.

You see Javi sitting at the edge of your desk one arm crossed while the other is clearly roaming through your things. “What do you think you’re doing?” you ask annoyed, watching as he sets down the picture of you and your parents when you graduated university.

“That’s a good picture of you, your smile is beautiful, genuine, I can see how happy you were,” Javi notes as he looks over at you with a lopsided grin. You want to bask in the compliment but the negative side of you reminded you that he only complimented you when he wanted something.

You frown at him and cross your arms over your chest raising an eyebrow at him. “Turning up the charm real quick, what do you want Javier? As of 5 minutes ago, my shift is over.” You walk around him to sit at your desk and gather your things, closing off the files you had laid out.

“Why do you think I want something, maybe I’m just always this charming?” he asks you watching as you organize everything back in place, he can’t help but admire how you keep your work space as organized as his, he could tell you had your own system going.

“Look, whatever you want, I’m not doing it. I’m still holding my breath from your last favor, don’t think I didn’t hear the CIA telling Noonan about how guilty they thought you and Murphy are about hiding a communist,” you mutter and look up to see him watching you.

He frowns a bit at your words feeling bad that he constantly dragged you into his issues with his favors and you looked down, only to feel his thumb gently tilt your head up to meet his eyes, “You don’t need to worry about that, it’s taken care of. That’s why I’m here, I owe you dinner.”

You gulp but feel your insecurity start gnawing at you, repeating his words to you, reminding you that he is only here because he feels he owes you. You try to shove the irritation down but can’t. “What? No one else was available?” you scoff as you open your drawer where you kept your purse. “So I was the last resort because you feel like you owe me?”

“You weren’t a last resort, I’ve been meaning to ask you all week, things have just been busy with all this shit going on,” Javier retorts frowning as he watches you pull your purse out, he was trying to read you and you were making it hard for him. He was used to you giving him a hard time, liked that about you a lot actually, but you seemed more withdrawn today and he was worried maybe he had done something wrong. You set your hand down on the desk and he immediately put his over yours, “I don’t feel like I owe you, I know that I do, you’ve helped so many of my informants stay alive and have a chance to live and be in safety.”

You take a deep breath, knowing you needed to calm down. He wasn’t doing anything wrong. He couldn’t help that he didn’t feel the same way about you as you did for him. He was trying to do a good thing and you were trying to fight him on it. You look up at him and give him a small smile and give his hand a gentle squeeze, “Look Javier, you don’t owe me anything. Helping the fight against Escobar even if it’s just signing papers or bothering Noonan for you, is enough for me especially, when your informants risked so much to help in this war against him.” You let go of his hand and stand up smoothing out the front of you dress, “Now if you’ll excuse me.” You give him a small nod moving to walk away but he sticks his arm out blocking you.

He had noticed the way your smile didn’t meet your eyes just like he had noticed the frustration on your face when you had walked out of Noonan’s office earlier, he wondered if stress was the answer to how you were acting. “Y/N, please come to dinner with me,” Javier pleads softly when you meet his eyes.

You wanted to resist, you wanted to tell him no, but the way those warm brown eyes were staring at you, pleading, worried almost, had you nodding your head in agreement before you brain could even think to decline, I’m too soft for this man, “Okay…I’ll go with you.”

Your heart races as you see his eyes light up, he smiles at you and he motions for you to lead the way. You’d never seen him act like this when he wasn’t asking for something so you couldn’t help the small smile that came across your face. You feel the heat rushing to your cheeks when you feel his hand on the small of your back, guiding you with him as he falls into step next to you as you walk out of the office.

You both make your way out of the embassy and you try to ignore the way the few people still around were eyeing you and Javier. One of the guys that works for the CIA made a snide comment about if Javier had paid for you for the night and you told him off before Javier could. You made sure to remind him how Javier had gotten more intel than the CIA had been able to and that he needed to remember who had connect the cartel was working with communists, and that he was probably just jealous because no one would pay for him for the night. You had left him and Javier both speechless, and you had to drag said shocked Javier outside.

Javier looks at you, taking in what you said, a look of appreciation coming across his face. You were usually so timid and quiet when it came to others and seeing the passion burning in your eyes, watching you stand up for him and others, calling out bullshit, he couldn’t help but admire it. He loved being able to get a glimpse of you. “Here I thought you only saved that little fire in you to give me shit,” Javier chuckles and brings your hand up to press a kiss on it, “You are an incredible and surprising woman, do you know that?”

You flush under his gaze but roll your eyes pulling your hand away and shoving his shoulder playfully, “It’s called being a decent human being, Javier.”

He chuckles leading you to his Jeep and opening the passenger door for you, “I assume you don’t mind riding with me?”

You smile at him and the gesture, you honestly couldn’t remember the last time any guy had opened the car door for you. “No, my car is in the shop so I was going to get a taxi or walk.”

A frown crosses Javier’s face, he didn’t like the thought of you walking alone, not when he knew how men could get at night, what could happen to you, “Don’t ever walk home alone, please, not at night, if you ever need a ride you can call me. It’s not safe on the streets.”

“Javier, it’s okay. I got some self-defense training and my apartment is really just a block away,” you tell him but can’t help but feel like a child being scolded. You almost winced when you saw his glare, you knew training wouldn’t help much but you were hoping it would somewhat put him at ease, which apparently it had not.

He closed the passenger door and walks over the driver’s side, you could see the way he was trying to collect himself, probably trying not lecture you about how unsafe it is at night. “It’s not safe on the streets for gringos and worse if you work for the embassy, you might as well have a target on your back,” he lets out as calmly as possible.

You sigh reaching over and putting your hand over his that was grasping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. You feel him ease his hold on it at your touch, his look softening a bit, you didn’t think he would care but the way it obviously bothered him, made you want to reach over and hug him. “Javi, okay okay, I promise, the steering wheel didn’t do anything to you,” you tell him hoping to get him to crack a smile.

He just looks you over eyes still hard, before nodding. “You better or I swear I’ll personally take you to and from the embassy every day,” Javier threatens, the look on his face telling you he wasn’t lying. He knew his schedule was shit and sometimes he leaves without even planning but he would figure it out if it meant keeping you safe. The wheels in his mind were already turning. He was already thinking of how he’d ask you if you drove before he’d have to go out on a late night mission or just leaving you a spare key to the Jeep for those times he had to run out quickly and could just call you to let you know you could use it if needed. You didn’t know it but he cared for you and the thoughts of you walking alone, the terrible things he had seen happen to his informants, he didn’t want that for anyone, let alone you.

Your heart starts racing as you play his words over again. You knew his threat was serious, you just gulp nodding, not trusting your words. In your whole time in Colombia, no one had shown the slightest concern for you. You were just an assistant after all, what could happen to you? But seeing Javier be concerned, worried, it made you feel like you were somebody, like maybe you did matter to someone other than your family back home.  “Thanks Javi,” you whisper out and he nods at you, finally relaxing knowing that you would listen. He keeps your hand in his, placing it on the console as he drives to the restaurant.

You both sit in silence, one part of you was overthinking this whole situation, the other part of you practically running laps around your brain excited. You didn’t know his reasoning for holding your hand, did he need one? But you weren’t going to sit there and complain so you opt to just enjoy the feeling of his hand in yours, warm, rough yet soft.

When he parks on the side of the street outside of the restaurant, he comes around and opens the door for you, holding out his hand to help you down. He doesn’t even give you a chance to miss his hand holding yours because it’s immediately on your back, guiding you as you walk into the restaurant. His manners make your heart soar and you can’t help the thought that you could get used to this with him, the light touches, even if he meant it in just a friendly way.

The older woman at the entrance greets Javier excitedly, kissing his cheek. You can’t help but smile as you watch their interaction. She asks him where he’s been and tells him he looks skinnier, that she can tell he hasn’t been eating. She looks over at you before looking back at him and tell him something you didn’t quite catch but you could have sworn under the low lighting, that he seemed to be blushing as he answered her back.

She leads you both to a booth and you slide into the red leather seat as Javier gets in across from you. You smile as you look around, the restaurant had a good ambience to it. It wasn’t a hole in a wall or fancy, but it was comfortable and laid back, the inside felt warm and inviting with the dim lighting, each table had a lamp on the plaid table cloths and it just made each table feel personal and like it was its own little space. “You come here often don’t you?” you ask him and he can’t help but nod and give you a sheepish smile as the woman comes back with a glass of whiskey for him.

“Que te gustaría tomar señorita?” What would you like to drink miss, she asks you with a warm smile but turns to Javier for an answer.

Javier opens his mouth to translate for you, but you stop him, “Un vaso de agua, por favor.” A a glass of water, please.

“No quieres un poquito de alcohol para aguantar a este hombre?” You don’t want a little alcohol to be able to stand this man, she teases and you can’t help but laugh.

“A lo mejor después,” Maybe later, she nods smiling at you before telling Javier he better not bother you too much causing him to tell her he’s innocent. You look at him seeing him looking at you quizzically, “What?”

“I didn’t realize you could speak or understand Spanish,” he mumbles unable to keep the shock off his face. You definitely were a surprising woman to him and it was making him want to learn more about you.

You shrug unable to help the chuckle that escaped, “Close your mouth Javi, you’ll catch flies. I’ve been here three years and I studied it in high school and college, even more once I realized I’d be living here. There’s some things I can’t always catch or piece together, but I can usually get by.”

Javier takes a sip of his whiskey. “Remind me to never talk shit about you in Spanish when you’re around,” he mutters but you could see his eyes crinkling in amusement.

“You’re right, I might just talk shit back,” you tease and he laughs.

“You’ll give me hell in Spanish and English, figures,” he chuckles as he pulls a cigarette out, “I don’t know if she’ll bring out a menu but they have great arepas, Chuleta Valluna, arroz con pollo, pretty much everything is good.”

You watch the way his lips wrap around the cigarette as he lights it, looking away so you don’t seem like you’re staring or thinking about his soft lips. “I trust your judgement to order whatever you think is best, I’m not picky at all,” you tell him shrugging.

The woman comes back placing your water on the table. Javier tells her you both would like an order of his usual and she smiles saying she expected as much and would make sure to tell Don Ricardo to make it perfect for his girlfriend. The blush that came across Javier’s face had to have matched yours, he had opened his mouth to correct her but she waved him off walking away.

“I like her,” you say unable to keep from laughing at the interaction, “She’s not afraid to give you shit either.”

Javier couldn’t help but smile, your eyes seemed to be shining again, that empty look gone and he was glad he was able to get you to come out to dinner with him. “Doña Maria, definitely is something, one of the reasons I can’t stop coming here. She cuts through my bullshit,” he chuckles as he takes a drag of his cigarette and you smile back, you could see the admiration he held for the older lady.

You both fall into easy conversation from talking about how Doña Maria constantly gives him shit when he comes, how it reminds him of his Abuela Rosa to your own your grandmother and where you get your own strong attitude from. You watch him as he speaks about growing up in Laredo, listening intently. When the food comes you, your mouth waters, and your first bite is everything you could hope for in a meal but not even that can stop the two of you talking in between bites.

You laughed when you needed to, teasing him every now and again, like when he told you about how he bit a puppy’s tail when he was younger just because it had bit him in the butt when he was bent over at his grandpa’s ranch in Mexico. “You’re still a bully I see,” you had joked and he had thrown a piece of rice at you causing Doña Maria to chastise him as she brought him another glass of whiskey. You had laughed so hard your stomach hurt when he apologized to her looking more like a small boy than a grown man which had caused him to glare at you.

Javier found himself becoming more and more at ease talking to you, he couldn’t remember the last person he had really spoken to like this other than Murphy but even those conversations didn’t feel as personal and deep like this. He found himself wanting to make you laugh more, he loved seeing your eyes crinkle, the way your smile seemed to light up the little table more than the lamp next to you. He loved seeing the little reactions you had as he told you things, the way your eyebrows would furrow a bit when you were really hooked onto what he was saying, the little twitch of your mouth when he would say something dumb that made you want to laugh, the way your hand twitched wanting to reach out for him when he told you about Lorraine but he could see you were afraid to interrupt him.

He was opening himself up to you and you couldn’t help the way your heart swelled as you got to learn more about Javier Peña and who he really was other than the asshole DEA agent everyone saw him as. It made you easily open up to him, he made you feel comfortable and relaxed. You felt you could trust him, that he would listen, and it seemed like he actually cared as you rambled off about growing up being the quiet kid that loved to read books and lose herself in fairytales. You expected him to laugh at you but he just grinned saying he could just imagine you, young and adorable with your nose stuck in a book, preparing the big words for when you would become sassy woman you are today.  

“So what made Cinderella decide to come to Colombia? To become an assistant to an ambassador?” Javier teases, it had been a question he had been wondering since you first smiled at him with those big doe eyes when you started working for Noonan.

You couldn’t help but roll you eyes, shaking your head as you laughed, “Cinderella? I knew I should have kept my mouth shut.” You sigh and Javier watches as you grimace, he gets ready to tell you that you don’t have to explain but when you look at him as if reading his mind, you let him know it’s okay, “I was seeing someone at the time, we had been together three years, I loved him, thought we would get married. I had gotten a degree in biology, wanted to work in a lab testing the purity of different chemicals that were being manufactures, he hated that, told me how would that affect me if we were to have kids. One of my friend’s mom’s was a senator in our state, she was looking for a secretary and offered me the job because she knew I was responsible and very organized. I took it to please him and he was thrilled that I had this office job. It kept me out of the lab and because it kept me busy most days, he could bring whoever he wanted to our bed,” you add bitterly remembering when you walked into to Jason asleep with another woman after one of the galas you had to attend, one that he told you he was too busy working to go with you.

Javier reached out taking your hand, he could see the far away look in your eyes, the frown that had formed, he knew you were feeling the way he felt the first few years after leaving Lorraine when he would think about her. “I left him that night, didn’t yell at him even though I wanted to, just grabbed my things and told him to have a good life. I went back to my parents but they adored him and he kept showing up with flowers or gifts trying to apologize to me. Around that time, Noonan had came to visit my boss, they were old friends from university. My friend’s mom was about to finish up her time as a senator, Noonan was looking for an assistant and she was recommending me to her. Me and Noonan hit it off and I was honestly just looking for an escape,” you admitted giving him a small smile as he gave your hand a gentle squeeze, “I was tired of Jason, tired of my parents wanting me to get back with him, they’re not bad people and now they understand, they just thought at the time that he was what was best for me. I wanted to see something else too, I had always wanted to travel and maybe Colombia isn’t everyone’s most wanted destination, but I knew this job was a great opportunity. So here I am.” You gesture to the restaurant and shrug a real smile coming back to your face.

Javier nods rubbing his thumb over your skin gently, “Well I’m glad you’re here.” And he meant it, he was glad he had met you and if anything he was kicking himself for not taking you out to dinner before but he couldn’t forget the reason he had tried to keep his interactions with you as professional as possible. He knew after tonight though, that he couldn’t stay away from you, Noonan be damned. He liked your company, liked seeing you smile, seeing you roll your eyes at him, seeing you laugh, and just being yourself and telling him things. “I’m glad we came to dinner tonight,” he admits meeting your eyes.

He sees something flash in your eyes and you look away from him. “Don’t act like we would have if you didn’t owe me the favor from helping you,” you mumble out.

Javier furrows his eyebrows as he watches you, it clicked now what he’s been seeing, insecurity. It made him want to take you in his arms and kiss you until you forgot every negative thought that was going through your pretty little head. “No baby, I really enjoyed myself, let me show you yeah?” he asks you softly, as he gives your hand another squeeze so you could look at him.

You shake your head, letting out a humorless laugh, “Javier, you don’t have to pretend. I get it, I help you, you feel you owe me. You don’t have to act like you have any interest in me. I know I’m not like the women you’re usually with, I’m not pretty or confident. You probably bring them all here.” You hate how bitter you sound, the night had been wonderful, but you couldn’t pretend this meant anything more to him.

Javier frowns at you, hating that you saw you thought so low of yourself, “I’ve never brought any woman here, this is usually where I come alone or where I meet Carrillo on our off nights, when we don’t want to worry about the bullshit at work. Why do you think Doña Maria was so excited? This was more than just because I felt like I owe you, I wanted to take you out.”

A look of shock crosses your face, “B-but you only come to me when you need a favor…you barely wave or glance at me any other time…” You feel stupid admitting this out loud and you get up taking your hand out of his, “I’m sorry, this was nice but I think I should leave, it’s just been a day. Thank you Javi.” You nod at him before walking away giving Doña Maria a small smile, thanking her for the food before you walk out of the restaurant.

Javier immediately gets up. He places money on the table telling Doña Maria he promise he’s going to fix this before she can lecture him from the disapproving look on her face. He walks out  and catches up to you, grabbing your hand before you can walk away from him further. He couldn’t let you leave, not thinking that he only cared about you for favors, you needed the truth. He pulls you close to him, one hand resting on your hip as the other tilted your chin up to look at him. “Y/N, Noonan told me to stay away from you, when you first showed up, I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. I asked Noonan questions about you and she immediately told me I better leave you alone or she’d have my balls. She told me you were too good for me and she didn’t want you dragged into the danger that comes with being with me. And I knew she was right, the little conversations we would have, you were so pure, kind, and you weren’t afraid to give shit or be sassy, and I hated how selfish I was always asking you for favors,” he admits, his eyes pleading with you to believe him. “I know I brought my share of people to you, but I swear to you even though I grew to care for some of them, hell I can’t pretend I didn’t care about Elisa a few weeks ago, but nothing compared to how I felt when I saw you or how you’ve made me feel tonight and it fucking scares me if I’m honest.”

You look at him with unshed tears in your eyes, trying to process what he was saying, you couldn’t believe it. Did you spend too much time worrying about the little interactions that you never noticed him admiring you from afar? Stolen glances when you tried so hard to ignore him? “Javier…” you whisper out, trying to find your words. He looks at you, then at your lips and you close your eyes as you feel him leaning down.

His soft lips press against yours and you felt like your heart was going to fall out of your chest, none of your daydreams had prepared you for this. Not this moment of his lips warm and soft against yours, the way his mustache tickled a bit, the way he was holding onto you like he didn’t want to let you go. You pull away, blinking your eyes, expecting you to wake up in bed, for this to all be a dream. Javier smiles at you, how flustered you look, “Baby, will you let me show how much?”

Your words get caught in your throat and you can do nothing but smile and nod as he embraces you and presses his lips to yours again.

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Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 5

Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 5

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Rating: R for language and light smut.

Words: ~2000 words.

Summary: You’ve been sleeping with Billy Russo for a few months now. Knowing his aversion to emotional commitments, you’re satisfied with your clandestine arrangement until you catch him having dinner with Dinah Madani one night. Then it finally dawns on you. It’s not that he doesn’t want to commit, he just doesn’t want to commit to *you*.

Billy may think he knows you, but he has no idea what he’s just lost...

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You didn’t grow up with hugs, so you never really understood the big deal about them. Nothing irritated you more than when acquaintances wanted to hug you. Over the years you’d learned to accept it and go with the flow but intimate gestures from people you barely knew made you uncomfortable. The only time you didn’t mind being hugged was by Davina and even then she was careful not to overdo it. But right now, with Billy’s arms locked around you, you pressed up against him, he felt so good, so solid, you never wanted to leave his embrace. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt so cherished, and the fact that it was Billy – you didn’t want to think about what that meant.

You wrapped your hands around the back of his shoulders, simply breathing him in.

At first the comfort Billy provided was enough to distract you from what happened today, but then you were suddenly struck by the memory of Adam pointing his gun at you. Thanks to your father’s outbursts you learned a long time ago to stay calm in hostile situations, and that skill came in handy this morning. While Adam spewed hatred at you and accused you of destroying his life, you kept him preoccupied and talking until the cops came up and managed to haul him away. But once the danger subsided, all of that unleashed fear came back with a vengeance and you hadn’t been able to shake it off since then. Shopping, and then Billy’s unexpected arrival, had provided a temporary distraction but it was still lingering in you, threatening to engulf you at any moment.

Your fingers trailed up Billy’s back. One hand cradled the nape of his neck while the other reached up to play with his hair. He was so tall you had to stand on your tip-toes to run your fingers through his silky strands. You dropped a soft kiss on his chest, over his sweater, then on his skin as your lips dragged up to the base of his throat. His hands caressed languidly down your back, and you groaned when he squeezed your ass. Your hips ground into his, needing more from him than he was giving.

Adam’s face flashed through your mind, his sheer hatred of you stamped across his angry features. Your chest felt constricted, like you couldn’t breathe.

Before you could change your mind, you reached up to kiss Billy.

Every thought in your head instantly dissipated.

You’d forgotten what it felt like to have his mouth devour yours, hot and wild and reckless, tongue on tongue, tongue against teeth, nothing about it soft or tender but simple, pure assault on your senses. He didn’t just kiss with his mouth, he kissed with his whole being, every movement of his reverberating throughout your body. Even something innocuous like his fingers fisting your hair heightened your desires, making you more frantic.

Usually he was very much in sync with what you wanted, he could read when you were in the mood for slow and sensuous, or when you wanted to be fucked hard and rough, and he always delivered. But today he seemed to want to take his time even though you kept pushing for more. Charging forward, you trapped him against the wall behind, kissing him ferociously while your hands rushed to the buttons on his jeans. As you tried to undo them your fingers shook violently, frustrating you so badly that you tore your mouth away from his just so you could focus on ripping them off.

“Y/N,” he groaned, panting.

You didn’t look at him, too busy unzipping his jeans.

“Y/N, slow down…”

Your fingers delved beneath his boxers to palm his cock. You missed the feel of him, the touch of him, how slick he felt in your hands when he was hard. Before Billy you never thought cocks were beautiful but his was thick, long and divine, made to give you the most incredible of pleasures. Your mouth and pussy thirsted for him-  

Abruptly, Billy grabbed your shoulders and forced you to back off.

Caught up in passion, your brain scrambled to figure out why he was no longer touching you. Breaths labored, you stared up at him, confused, as he pulled up his jeans. Before you could catch your breath he was whirling you around, forcing you against the wall, gripping your wrists tightly over your head. His penetrating eyes bore into you, like he could see right through you or something, and the thought scared you. Leaning forward you tried to kiss him but he angled back, rejecting your attempts.

“Hey,” he murmured. “Just stop. Okay?”

“I thought you wanted this.”

“I do but-”

“Isn’t this why you showed up here?”

“Look, you’re messed up right now.”

“I’m fine!” you snapped, struggling to release your arms from his grip. “I want this, ok? I want you. Let me show you. Let me fuck you.”

He focused on you closely, his eyes dark and stormy, before he finally loosened his grasp. When you moved to cradle his face, he retreated back. Forget kissing you, he didn’t even touch you. Instead, he knelt down to pick up your robe from the ground and cover you with it. That’s when you noticed you were naked. You hadn’t even realized your robe had slipped off.

You were naked and desperately throwing yourself at him and he was purposely rejecting you. It felt like a slap in the face. You were mortified.

Pushing him away you tightened the robe around you and tried to sidestep past him. Except he blocked your path.

You tried again, he did the same.

“What?” You snarled, swallowing the lump in your throat. You were embarrassed as hell but you’d die before telling him that.  

He tilted your chin, forcing you meet his stare. In turn, you glared at him.

“Sex isn’t going to make you forget what happened this morning,” he said softly.

“Maybe I just wanted to feel something good.”

“Doesn’t last long. Then you’re stuck feeling shitty again.”

You were tired of his sanctimonious bullshit. He of all people shouldn’t have been lecturing you on using sex as a distraction. “Like you’ve never used me for sex?”

“Fine, yeah, I have. And I don’t want to be used in the same way.”

“You’re such a hypocrite!”

“I don’t want you to regret being with me.”

The intensity in his eyes was spellbinding, piercing you right through to the core. You trembled when he brushed your cheek with his fingers, your heart pounding. Throughout your time together, you’d studied and learned many of his expressions and nuances. The excited bounce in his movements when Anvil booked a new client, the underlying bitterness in his words on those days he’d gone to visit his mother, how dark and glossy his eyes shined when he was about to come. But the way he was watching you now – this was new to you. This was dangerous territory. The last thing you wanted was to get caught up in Billy Russo again.

You wrenched his hand away. “If I have regrets, I wouldn’t bother you with them.” You shrugged your shoulders. “Anyway, I told you yesterday. If we have sex again, I’d see it as closure.”

The shift in his eyes was instant. A second ago there had been warmth in his gaze, now there was only disdain. “So you can move on?”  

“Not just me. You too.”

Molten eyes narrowed into slits. “Maybe I don’t want to move on.”

“What does that even mean?”

His jaw was clenched, his mouth set in a hard line. “Why do you have to make this so complicated? Why can’t we just go back to how things were?”

“I threw myself at you five minutes ago and you rejected me! And now you’re telling me you want to keep sleeping together?” You massaged your temples, feeling a headache coming on. “Are you purposely trying to fuck with my head?”

The sound of your phone vibrating loudly against the coffee table drew your attention. You marched over to see who was calling. Spotting Roger’s name, you tensed immediately. Why would he be calling you late at night unless it was to tell you Adam was being released? Your heart started pounding as you picked up the call. “Hey, Roger. What’s up?”

Billy snickered beside you and you cast him a dirty glance, turning away from him.

“How are you holding up? I was worried about you, I wanted to check in.”

You breathed a sigh of relief that he wasn’t calling with news about Adam. “I’m fine.”

“I received an email from HR. They said you refused an appointment with the therapist?”

“I don’t need to talk to anyone,” you insisted. You’d tried the therapy route years ago and found it to be a waste of time.

“Unfortunately, it’s not optional. You know how it is. Insurance. Liability. All of that. We just need to make sure you’re okay.”

You exhaled a resigned sigh, rubbing the side of your head again. Today was not your day. “Fine. I’ll make an appointment.”

“Good. I’m glad.” He cleared his throat. “And if you need to talk to me, I’m also here.”

“Thank you for the offer but I’m alright.”

“How about we meet for dinner tomorrow?  I want to run some ideas by you about the expansion.”

You groaned internally. You had a stack of work you needed to do and you were hoping to catch up on it this weekend, but turning down a work dinner with your boss wasn’t a smart idea. “Sure. Tomorrow night sounds good.”

“Any preferences?”

“How about Piatti’s?”

“You love that place, don’t you?”

You chuckled. “Yeah, it’s one of my faves.”

“I’ll make reservations for 7pm. See you then.”

“Yeah. Thanks for checking in, Roger.” You hung up and put the phone back on the coffee table.

“Yeah, Roger, thanks for checking in.”

Hearing Billy imitating your voice, you turned around to find him balanced against the edge of the sofa arm, his long legs sprawled in front of him. Arms crossed, he was staring at you with a stern expression. “Isn’t that sweet? First his negligence almost gets you killed, and then he checks in to play the hero.”

You frowned at him. If he was anyone else, you would have thought they were jealous – but you knew Billy didn’t feel that way about you.

His lips twisted into a sneer. “And of course you eat it all up. Because he’s such a fucking sweetheart.”

“What is your problem with him? He’s a nice guy, and he was actually really great with me today.”

“I bet.” Billy’s voice was laced with hostility. “Nice. Sweet. He’s checking of all the right boxes, isn’t he? But can loverboy get you wet? Would he even know how to make you come?”

You finally snapped. “Are you jealous or something?”

Silence hung in the air as he simply stared at you, his jaw ticking. “Don’t flatter yourself. You’re not my fucking girlfriend.”

His words may have hurt, but they also served as a cruel reminder of why you needed to walk away. “That’s right. I’m not. So this thing you’re doing…” You wagged you index finger back and forth between you and Billy. “This interrogation stops now. I don’t answer to you. Who I’m seeing, who I’m fucking, who I’m interested in, it’s none of your business. So stay out of my life and I’ll stay out of yours.”

He stood up to his full height, probably trying to intimidate you. However you held firm, leveling him with a heated glare as he closed the distance between you. His eyes were cold, contempt etched on his face. “Bring the vibrator on your date night with Roger. Probably only way he can get you off.”

“Fuck you, Billy!”

“Not interested, sweetheart,” he snarked back, walking past you.

When you heard the door shut a few seconds later, you walked over to lock it.

You spent the rest of the evening trying to distract yourself from the warring thoughts in your head. When it wasn’t Adam’s face haunting you, it was Billy mocking you. You tried watching a movie but that did nothing. You attempted working next, but you couldn’t focus. Eventually you realized there was only one thing you could do to lessen the fear. You needed to get ahead of it. Adam may have been angry and unhinged, but he came from a powerful family. Even if he couldn’t be controlled, they could be. So you did what you always did to protect yourself. You started acquiring information you could use as leverage against your enemies.

Part 6

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[punkranger]

Getting too old for this

Flystep, 1.4 k, no warnings other than for some typical Sidestep thoughts and retribution spoilers. Just another day of Antoine helping Herald train.

It might have been the fact that you've gotten too dependent on your armour, or it might have been you underestimating Daniel. He's not close in skill to Lady Argent or Ortega, or even you, now that you are in shape. But that doesn't prevent you from making mistakes. A miss, which doesn't happen often, still causes you to overreach, losing balance, and you feel a sharp pull.

"Shit! Ow..."

Stumbling, you barely catch yourself before hitting the ground face-first. That sends another jolt of pain down your back, sharp enough that your arms tremble.

Daniel's worried thoughts soon surround you in a confused fluttering of wings.

"Are you alright?" A tentative hand reaches for your shoulder.

You're expecting it and don't flinch when he touches your shoulder, which is probably a good thing; you do not want to move at all right now. Even so, every instinct in your head is telling you to move, get up, continue, but you manage to ignore it. You close your eyes and breathe heavily through your nose.

It's taken some time, but you've gotten better at not listening to certain thoughts, beaten into you by fear and hate. You once thought those instincts kept you alive, free.

But you don’t think so anymore. They were just another bar in the invisible cage they'd built in your mind, making you think you're nothing but a scared animal, or a thing meant only to obey.

So you ignore your own thoughts, drowning them out by listening to Daniel's. Bright, only slightly shadowed by worry. Worry for you. It's still something you're not used to feeling. Though you knew Ortega felt - feels - the same, you have never been able to sense it in his thoughts like this.

"I think I pulled a muscle in my back…" You say finally, trying to sit back, but the pain makes you wobble, only Daniel's steadying hands keep you upright.

"Shit." You look back at Daniel with a faint glare and complain; "See, this is what happens when you drag old pensioners into training with you."

He laughs, worry for you disappearing for a moment. "So you're saying you're old?"

"I- no! Hey! I'm not old!"

"You said it first!" He even sticks out his tongue - adorable… Wait, you're supposed to be angry at him. Well, not really. You did, after all, agree to training with Daniel in the first place...

"Where does it hurt?" He asks, his brow once again creased in worry, though the smile is still there. It looks more like one of Ortega’s smiles though, you realize, maybe because he follows the question by sliding his hand down your back in a way that's both comforting and suggestive.

You raise a brow at him, the corners of your lips twitching. "A little lower…"

His hand continues, feeling the shapes of your muscles down your back through your mere two layers of shirts.

"A little lower…" You focus on his face. The cat watching something move in the grass. He keeps his expression well, but can't hide the blushing turmoil you stirred up in his mind.

"Ah, right there-" He stops, hand on your lower back, level with your hips.

"Here? I see…" He's once again focused, now feeling for your injury. Poking you experimentally, in a way that brings back some less than pleasant memories. You try to focus on the present and suppress the urge to jump away.

"Does this hurt?" He asks every time and you say no until one spot causes you to swear violently and he stops. "I guess we found it! It does seem like you pulled something. That's not great, you're going to need to be careful with your back for a while... It's a good thing you're not working as a hero anymore, that could have caused some problems…"

Your jaw clenches. You may not be a hero anymore, but of course there's no way you can explain to him why this could be a problem. Not when the problem would be beating up him and his team. Hopefully your suit will be able to compensate for it, it’s not like you can go to a doctor...

"I'd have you go to my physiotherapist," Daniel continues, as if he's reading your mind, "but of course that's not really an option with the…"

The thought of the tattoos are almost as clear as if he'd said it out loud. You're glad he didn't, you don't even like the thought of them.

Although, the picture he has in his mind is very different from what yours is. Well, not really, he seems to remember them pretty well - he's certainly had the opportunity to look at them. But the way he sees them is different. He thinks they're beautiful. That you are.

His hand is still on your back, rubbing small circles in a soothing way. It feels a little better, so you motion for him to help you up. Another concession.

You can tell he’d rather you rested more, but he helps you nonetheless, because he knows you’d just attempt to get up on your own anyway - probably hurting yourself more in the process.

When you’re standing up you carefully stretch your back and your arms; it still hurts, but it’s better. Still, training is definitely off for now.

“Do you want me to take you down? I could find you a taxi…” Daniel offers, apparently thinking the same. He hesitates, then adds, “...or I could take you to my place.”

You turn your head to look at him, a slow smile growing as you see he’s not looking at you, but at the ground and you feel the nervous flutter in his stomach. It's definitely just his feeling.

“Sure.”

He looks at you at that single word though you can tell he’s not completely processed your answer. After a second, however, that bright smile lights up his face again. “So you’ll come? Great! Good… um. Oh, I know! Let’s watch a movie!”

“Yeah alright, we can do that-” You don’t even have time to finish the sentence before Daniel scoops you up in his arms - though more gently than usual, you definitely would have had time to avoid it this time, had you wanted to.

You’re starting to feel at home in his arms, though.

He takes off, floating gently upwards rather than jumping off. You have an arm lazily draped around his neck, trusting him to hold on to you. That's new. You didn't like being held before, for many reasons, trusting him to not drop you is probably the one you got over first. Because Daniel is definitely, clearly, trustworthy in that regard. He'd never let you be harmed on purpose, or by carelessness.

He might still hurt you eventually of course. Though you will no doubt deserve it. You do deserve it. You clench a fist, looking away from him, out over the city.

It sparkles in the late afternoon sun, though smog obscures part of it. Then there's the streaks of decay, of ruin, standing out like scars. Some of which you've caused, though you can't see them right now. It'll be worth it. It has to be.

What you have now is nice - great - you really want things to stay the way they are, but you know it's impossible. Too many secrets. Too many things stand in the way of you having the life you want. That you deserve.

That you need.

"You okay?" Daniel asks suddenly, you'd been so preoccupied with your own thoughts you hadn't noticed he's turned his head toward you, wondering at your silence.

"Yeah." What's one more lie. "Just thinking about the city. It's different from when I first got here."

"Now you're really starting to sound like an old man." Daniel teases and you can't help laughing a little, brought out of your dark mood a bit.

"I think I know what you mean, though," Daniel continues more seriously, "It's harder to tell while living in it, but I can see how the changes must be more noticeable after coming back…"

Another not-so-subtle hint at getting you to talk about what you went through. He's not asked once, yet, but there have been many wondering looks and unsaid thoughts. It's understandable, of course, that he wants to know about it, but still unwelcome. You have no wish to revisit those memories, even though you probably should try to explain some things eventually…

Another problem for the future.

#fallen hero: rebirth #fallen hero: retribution #herald #sidestep #flystep #antoine duman #managed to clean up one fic for posting #wanted to post more of them but as soon as i go back and look anything that seemed finished is suddenly in need of improvement

[queen-rowenas]

destiel december 2020 - doing this thing hosted by @jellydeans and @galaxycastiel

day 5 - shopping (wc - 1k)

(still late, but have some chaotic fluff)

Shopping with Cas was the best and the worst.

Dean would take any chance to wander around a mall with Cas for hours, having those amused eyes and close-lipped smile pointed at him as he tugged him around by the hand all day. The best was the small furrow of his brow and tilt of his head as he evaluated each item Dean showed him with the most serious consideration.

Dean felt like a giddy teenager. It was the best.

He loved him so much, it was almost embarrassing.

But the dude was hopeless when it came to gift-giving.

For someone who took shopping very seriously, Cas almost always missed the mark. He combed through stores with the precision of a man—or angel—of a mission. And his gift choices were...practical, but not always the best for the holidays.

Dean once caught him standing at a display of feminine products for Claire fifteen minutes after he had lost him.

It was a common occurance where Dean would have to snag him by the sleeve of his trench coat and drag him away.

Cas was like an old bloodhound who still had the passion and commitment to forget everything else to follow the scent, but managed to find the wrong thing at the end of the trail.

Which is how Dean found himself wandering the mall with an armload of bags and no angel. And he had checked everywhere. He walked through every clothing store, double-checked the bookstore, and even went back to the Build-A-Bear that Cas had eyes on their way in. But still no angel.

Adjusting his hold on the bags, Dean huffed and tried calling him again. “Come on, you son of a—”

“This is my voicemail. Make your voice...a mail.”

Dean cursed, shoving his phone back in his pocket. He really needed to put a tracker on Cas. Or maybe a one of those kids’ backpack leashes.

He’s fine, he told himself, He just got distracted again. He’s totally fine.

But what if someone had finally found them. With everything they had done, there was bound to be someone with a bone to pick with them. Maybe it was angels, or demons, even though Jack and Rowena had been doing a good job of keeping everyone in line. Hell, maybe it was an evil mall Santa.

Dean finally found the mall help desk, unloading his bags on the floor. “Hey, hi, uh,” he tried to get his breathing to calm, “I need help finding someone. He’s got, um, dark hair and blue eyes. His name is Cas.”

The girl working the desk gave him a sympathetic smile. “Of course, sir. How old is your son?”

“Oh, he’s not my son. He’s my boyfriend.”

She blinked, and then her smile grew. “I see. Would you like me to send an announcement through the mall?”

“Yes, that’d be great.”

She started for the receiver and paused. “What’s his last name?”

“Oh, it’s, uh...” Novak. Cas usually uses Jimmy’s name. That makes sense. “Winchester.”

Dean’s cheeks burned as the name left his lips. He wanted to bang his head on the desk. Where the hell had that come from? He barely heard it as the woman called for Cas Winchester to come to the help desk.

The minutes that passed felt like hell, and Dean had been there. Pain, terror, time stretched impossibly long. He drummed his fingers furiously on the desk, eyes darting in every direction looking for that trench coat. He tried to ignore the girl’s glances that turned even more pitying by the second.

I’m gonna have to case this place. I’m gonna have to call Sam and Eileen and Jack and search this whole mall. Maybe this whole city.

That’s when he caught a glimpse of tan in the crowds. A sigh of relief punched out of Dean’s chest as he ditched his bags and started towards Cas.

The angel had the audacity to frown and tilt his head, a shopping bag in one hand and a Han Solo Build-A-Bear under his arm, as Dean moved in fast.

“Where the hell have you been?”

But Dean’s anger—more fear than anything—melted away as he reached him, taking his face in his hands, and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

Cas’s frown softened but still kept the crease between his brow. “I was at the Hot Topical getting Claire a gift. Why didn’t you pray to me?”

Dean’s blush returned in full force. “I panicked, okay?”

The angel gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Let’s just get out of here,” Dean said, going to take his hand.

Cas sidestepped him towards the collection of bags. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Oh, yeah.” Dean rolled his eyes as his boyfriend grabbed all but two of the smaller bags. He scooped up the two in one hand and held out the other to Cas. “C’mon, I’ve got a free hand.”

“Oh.” Cas shifted all of the bags to one hand and took Dean’s hand.

“That’s not what I—” He sighed and smiled down at their joined hands. “Okay.”

He cast a glance back to the girl at the help desk, her elbows propped on the desk and a grin on her face. “Thanks for your help.”

“Any time,” she said with a wave, “Happy holidays.”

“You too.” Dean turned back to Cas. “What did you get Claire, anyways?”

“Her angry cat that I got her was damaged on one of her last trips, so I got her a new one to replace it.” He looked to Dean, suddenly concerned. “Do you think she’ll like it?”

Dean grinned and squeezed his hand. “She’ll love it.”

As they walked to the exit, Cas’s lip quirked up. “Cas Winchester?”

Dean’s brain and mouth stuttered, and he ducked his head. He nearly withdrew his hand, but Castiel’s hold on it tightened. “It just, you know, felt right.”

Cas smiled, lips closed but eyes bright. “I agree.”

#destiel #destiel ficlet #deancas #deancas fanfic #established relationship #fluff #destiel december 2020 #merry chrysler #spn fic #supernatural #emmawrites* #mine*

[kuro-dahlia]

The Obey Me! men, but they get kabedoned by a strong Male MC

(WARNING: Some NSFW references)

Lucifer

- Shock and awe at first, then the lecturing, and THEN the smug reverse card where he tells the MC that he's the one who must perform the kabedon on them. Not the other way around. Either way, the MC may have struck a special nerve because once the two of them walk away, he does sense a feeling of amusement from being pinned by such a strong man in such a way.

Mammon

- "WOAH?! Oi, what are you doing!? Is this about the money you asked me to lend you back after I borrowed some of yours?.. D-Don't be so close to my face like that, i-idiot!.." Also shocked at first, but he can't really kabedon the MC back unless he really has the nerve for it (and if he can handle the bashfulness he gets when the two are so close together). Once the MC pulls away and laughs it off to let him know it's just for fun, he'll still be a fairly flustered mess but will shake it off as well, just letting it go with a quick "Geez, don't scare me like that!" before giving him a small chuckle as well.. Even though in his mind he was kind of hoping for a little extra contact.

Leviathan

- "WOOOO-!?!" Okay but for real, this guy is going to be as red as a perfectly ripe summer tomato from head to toe. He never thought this would happen to him, but the fact it's happening by the big, strong man in the house that he's been developing some serious feelings for? Is this a dream? Because whether it is or not, this is the best day of his life. Even if he can't exactly say it out loud unless the MC can understand him through his sputtering.

Satan

- Gets wide eyed and defensive at first from the impact against the wall, but then when he sees who had slammed him there he couldn't resist a smug expression either. The large male MC is performing what he recalled was the "kabedon" on him? Part of him felt rather turned on and also daring to switch the position at that moment to pin the towering man against the wall instead. But since they were in a mostly public location, he could only tease the MC with a "Watch your step or I'll have to punish you~."

Asmodeus

- "Ah!! Oh, MC! Please be gentle!.." Gets a bit pouty or even just plain upset at first. But when the MC offers him an apology and a soft stroke to the cheek to make him focus on him, he just couldn't stay mad for long and lets it go with a giggle and a peck to the lips after a short lecturing. He wouldn't be lying either if he said that he would love having the MC pin him onto his bed with all that strength of his.

Beelzebub

- Big man against a big man? It would probably be hard to tell if the MC was doing a kabedon on Beel or wanting to wrestle with him with all the strength he has to put into pressing him onto a wall. At first, Beel would even be confused until the MC quietly refers to what he is doing. Once he understands, the two would just laugh it off until the MC pulls away... And then while he is distracted, he wouldn't be expecting the large gluttonous demon to grab his wrists and have his turn pinning him to the wall. "As fun as this 'kabedon' seems, I think I like it better seeing such a big guy like you pinned like this~..."

Belphegor

- If he's really tired, he would either take a while to process what the MC is doing, or become wide awake at the sudden contact. For a moment he would also be defensive too, thinking the MC wants to threaten him or fight. But when the MC briefly explains his motives, he calms down enough to just be confused before telling him off not to frighten him in such a way or else he would've hurt him. Of course though, the snide little devil would also admit that he wouldn't mind the MC doing such an action when they have much more privacy together.

Diavolo

- "Oh! What are you doing, MC? Is this a special game~?" Kind of oblivious to the action at first, but based on the smile curling onto the MC's lips along with the quiet snickers slipping out from them, he knew it must've been a little joke they wanted to pull off on him. He was still impressed though that the man in front of him could pin him so hard against the wall due to his own personal strength causing a struggle for some who wanted to fight him in the past. But eventually he also finds amusement, and tells the MC before they pull away that he would enjoy them doing the action more often on him.

Barbatos

- Before the MC even managed to slam his hands on each side of Barbatos and pin him to a wall close by, the butler would do a swift sidestep and remain poise even with the surprised male looking at him with their hands against the wall. "Nice try, MC. I could sense your mischief before I even reached you at the end of the hall." Even though the plan didn't work, he does give them a more sly looking smile as he whispers into their ear that he could offer them a much more exciting way to be pinned down when he was off-duty.

Solomon

- He's heard about this action, and seen it a lot from Levi's animes whenever they spent a day together, but he wasn't expecting it to happen to him. Much less by the tall, masculine MC their selves. Although the impact against the wall seemed forceful, he still remained calm enough to chuckle and question the MC's reasoning behind their plan. Once he understood that it was just for fun and curiosity of his reaction, he lets the situation go and shakes his head at the MC's childishness. Maybe next time he'll think up a spell that could increase his strength to get back at him.

Simeon

- "*Gasp!* Ah, MC! You scared me, eheh~!.." Would be pretty flustered and confused at first as well, but after the large male in front of him meant no harm he calms down as well and presses his hands on his chest to gently push him away for room to breathe after a near heart attack. The angel has never dealt with an experience like this in his life, so he didn't know how to react on the morality of it. But he did know that as shocking as it was at first being pushed into the wall in such a forceful way by the MC, he also found it.. exciting?.. Uh oh...

Luke

- Male MC: *One handed kabedon!*

Luke: AH!?! What was that for-?!

Male MC: Shhh, I got the stuff for you kiddo. *Hands him one of those Zebra Cake snacks.*

Luke: O-Oh, um, thanks MC!.. *Takes it thankfully but still looks at him all shocked.*

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #obey me male mc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me luke

[awkwardgtace]

Seer And The Gods Part 2

TW: Mentions of death, torture, murder, abuse, annnd a lot this is kind of a base for the whole story tbh

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Seer And The Gods Part 2

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“Vitus, I still can’t see her,” Dabria whined. It had been far too long since she’d last seen the face of her little raven. She couldn’t imagine how things must be for her now, she must have grown mortals change so quickly. Vitus had just returned from talking with the other gods. They were young and still learning how to manage their abilities. The twins for light and darkness constantly causing mischief, and annoying the god of prosperity. They hadn’t even told their names yet. He was shocked the deities for love and war were taking so long to wake.

“Dabria, we’ve caught glimpses of her and Ash just told us they visited today and she was wandering around her village,” he grabbed her shoulders and rubbed them trying to calm her.

“Yes, but she seemed so sad the last time we managed to see her, we couldn’t even speak to her,” Dabria’s voice was getting slowly louder. “What if she thinks we abandoned her? I couldn’t accept that if she thought we gave up, she doesn’t even know what we are. She’s just been warned about cruel vengeful gods, nothing like any of us are!”

“You realize shouting like this could draw the attention of the twins, correct?” a new voice said. Dabria seemed to melt under the gaze of the man who approached. They were dressed lavishly, akin to a mortal king. He was the god of prosperity, and far more observant than the others who had woken so far. His golden eyes betrayed his own curiosity, the need to know what Dabria and Vitus were hiding.

“Prosperity, I had asked you not to come in here,” Vitus said. He was trying to hold back his anger. They were trying to keep knowledge of Delphia hidden, they couldn’t be sure the other gods would take to her as Ash did. He ignored the mirror, unaware it had cleared up as he went to send Prosperity away. Prosperity sidestepped Vitus making his way to the mirror. He stared in awe at the mortal it was focused on, the tear tracks on her face making him sad as well. It was odd, he didn’t think he’d feel bad to see a sad mortal.

“So you’re watching a mortal, I see no reason for this to be so secretive,” he said. Dabria pushed him out of the way quickly trying to connect to Delphia. The mirror was not completely clear, her voice couldn’t reach. Hearing her call out for them as she cried made her heart ache. “A mortal who knows your names?”

“She is special, in many ways,” Dabria said. She turned on the younger god, livid at what she expected. The former god of prosperity was quick to play with the greed some mortals had, he wanted to watch them fall from it. “If you do anything I swear-”

“Dabria!” Vitus grabbed her, forcing her to focus back on their little light. Dabria’s fire went out as she watched the poor girl sniffle as she tried to sleep. Vitus turned to Prosperity.

“It’s not easy to explain, we found her when she was young, grew curious and now we’ve grown attached. Do you have any comments to make?” Vitus was willing to fight over his little light. He didn’t care if it caused a rift between himself and any of the new gods. She was too important to him. Even if they’d have to watch her mortal life end.

“I think she deserves better than whatever made her cry that way,” Prosperity’s golden eyes were clear of the plotting look his predecessor always held. He seemed concerned with her, and Vitus was more curious than he’d like to admit. “If it wouldn’t cause her trouble I’d do something to help her, but mortals tend to be vain. I wouldn’t risk someone important to you.”

He pulled Prosperity into a tight hug, his understanding an unexpected gift. Ash had been their only chance that time, but they were glad they knew. Prosperity could turn out to help them with her as well. He just hoped whatever was blocking the mirror would be gone soon. He was scared for her as well.

“I would keep it from the twins yet though, they would be over excited to meet someone you care so deeply about. Especially when they’re a mortal,” Prosperity left pausing at the door. “By the way the twins decided their names are Luna and Sola, apt in my opinion.”

Vitus appreciated the knowledge, but turned his focus back to Delphia. His little light was in pain and he couldn’t do anything at all. It was one of the times he hated that he was tied to the god realm for his role. He was sure Dabria felt the same. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close as they took the time they could to at least see how much their mortal had grown.

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She was running, she had to escape. If she didn’t get away they’d take her back. They lied to her and now she was sentenced to a fate worse than death. She would never get away when the king’s guard was after her. Her pants were torn from the hours running through the woods, the horses footsteps not far behind. A gift of prophecy, something rarely given to mortals. She’d been able to call upon it since she ran, but they found a defense it seemed. She tripped, her leg getting cut on the way down. She wouldn’t be running with this anymore. She removed her red shirt, tying it tightly to stem the flow. The guards would be upon her any moment.

“There he is!” a voice shouted. She heard the sounds of the guards approaching. The one who had been most active in chasing her was the first to her spot. He took one look at her leg and grumbled. “Of course you hurt your damned self. It’s what you deserve, trying to run from your service to the king. You sold yourself, said it was for your wife and son, run again and they’ll die.”

“They’re already dead,” she shouted, spitting in the man’s face. “The bloody plague you promised to keep them safe from killed them. Your king swore they would be given treatment. A letter got through along with my own sight. Your damned king abandoned them to die.”

“Then you’ll just join them sooner,” the guard sneered, roughly pulling her up. “Unless you want me to kill you now, just cut that leg a little deeper.”

“I won’t let you kill me, I just had to make sure the next one you find already knew you’d never keep your promises,” she said. “I know she’ll see it and she’ll know not to waste time on a bargain with a worthless king like yours.”

The guard pushed her into the tree, “One more quip like that against our king and I’ll make sure to report we found you dead. Then this mystery seer you claim we’ll find will just take your place sooner.”

“I hope I’ve reached you Phia,” she whispered. The guard sneered but dragged her back to his horse. She was trapped again.

Delphia woke up terrified. Her tears fell fresh after her horrible vision. She’d learned she takes on the role of the vision’s focus, apparently it was someone with her gift caught by the king. A fate that was worse than her current life, lies told to keep him obedient. She couldn’t stay in the house with it feeling claustrophobic now. She listened for any noises and once sure her parents were asleep, grabbed her new cloak and rushed outside. She made her way out to the forest clearing, one of the few places she’d visited since her parents locked her away. It was the same spot she’d spoken with the other being connected to nature in the past. It had felt safe to her since then.

“Are you here?” she called out as she reached the clearing. The remains of a tree for her to sit on wound up here some time ago, she appreciated it. She wasn’t sure if it was the being she’d met or the trees themselves, but was happy nonetheless. There was no feeling of being watched, or a large presence nearby like the other times she’d been here. It was unlikely they were anywhere close by. Just like Dabria and Vitus this other being left her, she was just a lonely cursed child at this.

“I didn’t know you came here too,” a voice she’d only recently learned replied. She looked around frantically. She desperately wanted this to be real. From the shadow of the trees came Ophelia, her red hair beautiful in the moonlight. Delphia couldn’t believe this happened to her. “I probably wasn’t who you were calling out for though.”

“I think this is better,” Delphia smiled invitingly. Ophelia quickly walked over to the tree and sat next to her. The biting air of night no longer an issue with how close the two were. Delphia could feel the blush on her cheeks and pulled the hood up on her cloak to hide her face.

“You’re cute when you blush,” Ophelia murmured and Delphia squeaked. Ophelia leaned her head on Delphia’s shoulder, a moment where the two who just met could just exist. It was just the two of them with no judgmental eyes. “I didn’t think I’d get a chance to be alone with you and then when I can’t sleep after I try to give you flowers, I run into you. The gods must be looking on me favorably today.”

“I would hope they always do,” she said. She could feel the chuckles from the other woman, the first time she felt happy in a long time. They sat in silence for a while, Delphia watching the stars and enjoying a moment with no pressure.

“Did you know,” Ophelia whispered, “I had a crush on you when we were kids? I had been terrified to talk to you, scared that you might not like me. Then, when you did that thing with the plants, I thought I wasn’t good enough. Add that to disappearing from town I was sure you felt better to hide from everyone after that. I was terrified you’d think I liked you just because you could do magic. Now you know it’s not that, but we’ll still have to be nothing more than friends.”

Delphia was lost for words. She never imagined someone cared so deeply for her. That same darkness that had covered her for years seemed to lift in that moment. She turned to face Ophelia, the slightly shorter woman looking up at her. She didn’t think before leaning forward to kiss her. It felt nice, perfect even. The first time she could see herself as a normal person since her first vision. She pulled away, the two sharing a warm look.

“What are you doing out here?” her father’s angry words echoed through the clearing, destroying their peaceful scene. She jumped away from Ophelia like there was a fire between them. She turned to face her father, fear in her eyes. “I woke up to check on you and you were gone, why don’t we go home?”

She could hear the threat in his voice, she nodded walking away. She couldn’t bring herself to look back at Ophelia, the knowledge of what lay ahead causing tears to fall. Her father would blame Ophelia, speak against her mother, demand some form of repayment for tricking his daughter out so late at night. She could feel the darkness Ophelia lifted returning almost immediately, she had to protect her. She’d tried to stop this, she couldn’t let Ophelia suffer for her. She felt her skin grow warm, and the feeling of energy leaving her, but she had no idea where it would go.

“You shouldn’t be out in the woods alone like this at night Dela,” he said. She froze, turning to look back at the tree, seeing a confused Ophelia there still. She’d started walking towards her, pausing when her father said she was alone. She must be doing something to hide her, the energy she felt pulled away doing it. She had to move quickly then, to avoid any risks it could bring her.

“I-I know father, it won’t happen again,” she said. She spared one last glance at Ophelia and left. When they were back at home she felt the energy she lost return to her with a cool sensation this time. She would accept this, she would lose her safe spot and protect Ophelia. She hadn’t felt anything but her own emotions in those moments, their strength overwhelming. The door to their home was slammed by her father as they walked in.

“What the hell were you doing girl?” he yelled as she sat in the chair at the table. She knew she would be lectured, hopefully it was only a lecture. “If they saw your face like this, or your arms, can you imagine what they’d think? Don’t go out like that again or I’ll start locking your door again!”

“Yes father, I’m sorry father,” she said, head hung low. “I won’t take such a foolish risk again.”

Her father approached, kneeling to look in her eyes, “We only do this because we love you Delphia. Magic is still scary to many people, marks can lead to them thinking something went wrong or you’re using some awful method. We can’t lose you.”

She nodded and her father hugged her. It was moments like this where she almost believed it wasn’t greed pushing them to act. It didn’t matter how much it hurt her, she’d keep acting as the obedient daughter. If she didn’t they may decide she had more worth given to the king. At least this way she was helping people, it wasn’t reaching far but it was enough.

Her father sent her to bed and she spent the next few days hidden again. Once her face cleared she was allowed to go to the village market, she claimed she wanted to purchase things for their dinner. She was handed an empty coin pouch, one that she was expected to fill, a grimace as her hand burned and weight in the pouch grew. She knew there was plenty from the other day, but their greed seemed infinite. She put the pouch in her bag and turned to leave. She just had to buy vegetables and then take another look around for herself. It was her father’s way of saying the cloak didn’t reflect her status well.

The walk to the market was much slower this time, she was far less excited. She arrived and the town at least stayed calm as she walked. There was gossip happening all around her, she just wanted to get what she needed. She was hoping to miss Ophelia, she didn’t want to answer any questions about that night. She didn’t know what she did, but she didn’t want to see one of the people who cared about her look at her with fear. Her parents barely hid it well at first. She was able to get the vegetables quickly, the shopkeeper discussing the gossip of a nearby village suffering from illness. She hoped it wasn’t that plague from her vision, it seemed deadly. She gave her thanks and moved on, ignoring the stalls that held what her father hoped she’d pick.

She saw Ophelia’s mother as she walked by. She seemed upset, lively discussing something outside the clinic. She didn’t want to pry, but her curiosity got the better of her as she drifted towards the two. She just wanted to know Ophelia was safe, then she’d go home. Ophelia had been someone she knew for less than a week and was already important to her. It felt foolish to be drawn to someone so quickly, but she wouldn’t ignore her feelings. It was rare her own were at the forefront when dealing with others. Delphia sat at a nearby bench, people watching as she had days before.

“Will she be all right?” Ophelia’s mother asked, Delphia hoped it was a different she.

“It’s hard to say, this seems to have come from nowhere. You said she hasn’t gone anywhere strange, or been in contact with anyone ill?” the doctor asked. Delphia’s blood was running cold.

“She came back from one of her late night walks and seemed a bit warmer than usual, but other than that there’s been nothing. Well she did talk with uh,” Ophelia’s mother glanced at Delphia, “no one important actually sorry. Just please help her.”

The doctor patted Ophelia’s mother on the shoulder and walked back into the clinic. Delphia watched her leave slowly, tears on her face. She waited until she was gone, then rushed to the clinic. She knew this was stupid, but snuck through to find Ophelia. She didn’t trust the doctor’s not to contact her family or just send her away. She was able to find her easily, the pull she felt for the cloak pulling her towards Ophelia. When she walked in the room she gasped. Ophelia didn’t seem like the vibrant person she’d met a few days ago. She looked frail.

“I guess I’m really bad if I’m hallucinating already,” Ophelia laughed. “Well do I get another kiss to take my breath away before I go?”

“Ophelia, what,” she took a deep breath, “what happened?”

“Am I not hallucinating and embarrassing myself already? The gods must want to make a fool of me before the end.”

“I was here for some things, I heard your mother outside. I-I well, what’s wrong?” Delphia started to play with the edge of her cloak. Ophelia motioned for her to come closer, she did with no hesitation. Ophelia stared at her like there was nothing better that could happen in her life right now.

“I’m not sure. I came home from that night and I was tired, then I didn’t stop being tired. I have a bit of a cough now too. Maybe the gods cursed me for thinking I could have you,” Ophelia chuckled, reaching up to Delphia’s face. Delphia couldn’t help leaning in to the kind touch. It was rare she didn’t wonder if it would change. She thought back to that night, the strange energy she felt leaving her and the cool feeling when it came back. Had she done this? Did she take something that night?

“O-Ophelia, that night I,” she started, the tears already in her eyes, “I felt something, an energy like when I call on the plants, leave me, it-it came back though, cooler. I hadn’t been drained that time. I-I think I-”

“Nope, don’t say what you’re thinking,” Ophelia stopped her. “Do you know how much trouble there would have been if your father saw me? No matter what you saved me and my family a lot. Go home now, I don’t want you sick.”

She nodded and stood to leave, but couldn’t make her feet move. She was staring at someone who felt important to her, who she desperately wanted to help and she probably caused this. If it wasn’t that thing she sent out, it was from that vision, she carried the disease somehow. She swallowed thickly, then placed a kiss on Ophelia’s forehead. She made a move to quickly leave pulling the cloak hood up again.

“Hey, can you promise me something?” Ophelia called out, Delphia nodded quickly. For her she’d do anything. “If I don’t make it through this, don’t let your parents keep hurting and using you. If I make it through I’ll handle it myself in a few years when I come to ask for your hand. I didn’t bring it up that night, but I saw it. You deserve better than that.”

Delphia was covering her mouth, sobs threatening to spill out. She couldn’t believe that Ophelia saw and cared. She thought no one would as long as they kept getting the use from her. She gave vigorous nods before opening the door and running out. She didn’t bother to be as careful this time, she hoped the doctors would ignore her. They had no reason to be angry if she was running out. Although she did plan to come back, she’d visit Ophelia as often as possible.

She ran from the village to reach the path to her home. She couldn’t calm down and made a quick decision. She abandoned the path running into the woods instead. She went to the log she had met Ophelia that night. The place felt empty rather than safe now. If Ophelia didn’t make it, that would be her fault. She knew there was something dark about her, that something left her, and she ignored it. She just wanted to protect her so desperately. This moment of desperation was interrupted as she felt something nearby. She froze, ready to run if anyone had followed her.

“Little flower, are you all right?” she recognized the voice of the being she met so long ago. She couldn’t help but let out a wry laugh. They showed up when she was desperate and spiteful. They may be something that preys on the weakness of humans instead of a kind being.

“If only you were here a few nights ago, maybe I would be,” she said. A bitterness in her voice she didn’t know she could muster. There was a darker voice in her mind blaming the being for everything. She felt a warmth near her again, but she was angered by it this time. “Why don’t you just leave me? Dabria and Vitus did, obviously I don’t need anything watching over me!”

She could feel the air as the unseen being gasped, she almost thought she could feel the pain from them, but there was nothing when she tried to focus on them. For a moment she wondered if she was yelling at one of the gods she was warned about, but if they were she’d rather it at this point. She saw things moving, but wasn’t sure what exactly was happening, the warmth she felt got closer and surrounded her. She wondered how quickly they’d move if she tried to leave.

“Little flower, I don’t know what happened, but I can promise you they have not abandoned you. I have seen them desperately trying to reach out, something has been stopping them. Whether you are doing it or an outside source I can’t tell. Please tell me what happened?” She didn’t know if it was their kind, sincere voice or that they knew Dabria and Vitus which meant they were real, but she didn’t have the energy to hold it all in. Her sobs were quick and all consuming, the warmth growing closer, but nothing like the faint feeling of touch she’d had when Dabria and Vitus would comfort her. After she got her sobs under control she looked at what she assumed should be where their head is.

“Fine you want to know, I’ve been alone while my parents hurt me for years because I want to try to use the different gifts I have to help people with no gain for myself. They rarely believe anything I say if I claim it causes me physical pain. The only people who would understand were voices I most likely made up except you say they’re real, but you might not be real. The whole village is terrified of hurting me and making me feel like I should leave. It’s to the point they discourage anyone my age from talking with me or even considering the idea of courting in case they hurt me. Then to top it all off, my father caught me meeting with someone that has cared about me, possibly loves me, and now she’s ill. She’s severely ill and I’m positive it’s my fault. Whether it was when I kissed her I took something from her since I’m barely human with the things I can do or when I desperately wanted to hide her the thing I felt left me took a payment.”

Delphia was breathing heavily all the thoughts she’d had pouring out. The being may just be playing with her but she didn’t care. She had to say something to finally be free of this torment. Since she helped after that awful harvest things have only gotten worse. She couldn’t stop the tears, she didn’t care when clouds started to roll in either. She just wanted it to stop. The being stayed quiet while she cried, further convincing her she made them all up. Her parents said they were imaginary in the first place and they must have been right.

“Little flower, go home,” they said. “I will find out what I can for this girl you care for, and I will make sure you know if I learn anything. You have a great future ahead of you and many who do care past your gifts. Would you want someone to involve themselves with your parents?”

She shook her head, the tears still a steady stream, “No, they were given a cursed child. It would drive anyone mad. They were kind and loving when I was young, I was what made them change. Please help Ophelia, please. That’s all I care about right now.”

“I will do my best, please go home now, little flower,” they said. She felt the warmth leaving quickly. Air blew by her and she wished she could see the look in their eyes, to understand them better.

“Wait!” she called. “Can I know your name?”

“I am Ash, little flower,” they answered. She could tell they were gone almost immediately after that. She used the inside of her cloak to wipe off her face, hoping she didn’t look as awful as she felt. She made her way home, the storm brewing above growing stronger. She walked in and her family made a simple meal. The crying having worn her out she went to bed early, something her parents always appreciated.

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“They’ve done what to my little raven?!” Dabria shouted. Ash had just finished explaining Delphia’s outburst to Vitus when she walked in. They had intended to have Vitus explain to avoid Dabria’s temper. “I don’t care anymore, take her and bring her here! Now!”

“Lady Death you know you can’t take a mortal like that,” Prosperity spoke up, he had followed Ash to Vitus after seeing their distraught look when they returned. “You also know it’s dangerous for mortals to enter here, time flows differently from their world.”

“When did you learn so much Prosperity?” she pouted.

“About the same time I decided to go by Felix,” he said without missing a beat. He made his way into the room, shutting the door to keep the twin sky gods from interfering. “So your little mortal is suffering and doesn’t realize she’s blocking you from seeing her, what do you intend to do?”

“I need to know what’s happening to the girl she mentioned. The little flower believes she is killing the girl. That their...,” they paused, unsure why this part seemed to bother them so deeply, “that their kiss stole strength, or something that occurred from her desperate need to protect, stole life from the girl.”

“Do you know her name?” Dabria summoned the registry with no hesitation. She didn’t care what happened if it involved her little raven.

“Ophelia.”

“There is only one Ophelia related to my raven. Her date does seem to be ticking down. Although there’s something off, it looks different. Vitus, check the life registry.”

Vitus did as asked, pulling up a reference to the girl. The confusion on his face told those gathered more than enough. Something strange was happening to the girl, it wasn’t an illness or Delphia, it was something else. Actually they couldn’t rule out Delphia’s involvement. Unfortunately it didn’t mean the girl wouldn’t die.

“Her death is caused by something strange,” Dabria explained. Vitus nodded in agreement. “Although I can’t say what, and sadly cannot rule out the little raven’s involvement. It doesn’t seem bad though, the strangeness almost reminiscent of a mortal who is blessed by a god.”

Dabria sent her registry away, Vitus did as well. There was no telling what would happen here. They knew no one had blessed her, so that was certainly not it. Regardless of Delphia’s gifts she wouldn’t be able to do that. If they were wrong and she could, the girl falling ill didn’t make sense then. She should be stronger, changing slightly for the blessings she received. A blessing of protection would actively improve her health.

“There was something else besides the girl,” Ash said, the tense silence finally getting to them. “She’s convinced she was abandoned, that you two, Lord Life and Lady Death stopped reaching out to her. She wasn’t sure I existed either. I wanted to explain, but you said not to mention we’re gods. How do we proceed with this? Would it be wrong to reveal ourselves?”

“Ahh so Ash hasn’t learned the bloody history?” Felix said. Dabria and Vitus flinched at the words. It wasn’t exactly bloody, just an awful time for mortals and gods. “They won’t want to tell you, but more or less the will of life had them kill all the prior gods. The ones before us were exceedingly cruel to mortals, finding fun in their pain. These two didn’t like it, but were the youngest to have formed and couldn’t do much trapped here. Then the will of life gave them the power to end all of the gods, a power they could still access. They were able to write solid dates in the registries and see both. One of the only times life and death were quite literally on the same page.”

“Felix,” Vitus warned.

“We all deserve the truth. While the gods were in the mortal realm they wrote the current date down for all of them. We started to form moments after each god’s heart stopped beating. The gods’ domains have to have a controller. They were selfish and ended over a dozen lives, not all seem to be reviving either isn’t that right?”

“Felix, stop.” Vitus tried again.

“Am I wrong, there were many more gods than those currently sleeping. You would do it to us too if we turned against the precious mortals. If I had thought wasting your time worrying over a mortal was rude, or Luna and Sola went to meet her unknowing of your strive to hide your status from her. You would end any of us in a heartbeat.”

“Felix that’s,” Ash tried. Felix shot them a hard look.

“Do you want to always wonder if they’ll think we’re dangerous?! They could decide you know too much and kill you at any point. I don’t intend to-”

“Stop! Please!” Dabria screamed, her face wet with tears already. “We don’t have the power anymore. If we could never do it again it would be too soon. They were our family. I relive the lives of mortals as they die, do you think I enjoyed feeling the cruelty they bestowed. Some of them even, even, saw them as food. A special treat. Streams of sacrifices for them. It was horrible.”

Dabria was shaking, Vitus moved to hold her, then took over explaining, “It wasn’t just life, the world itself, fate, everything begged us to stop it. We were given a pen that when used would summon our registries as one, but we both had to use it. We had it for centuries. Then the day we acted, they intended to gather up as many mortals as possible. They were tired of watching over them. They were tired of waiting for sacrifices to play with. It would have been a massacre. We saw the dates changing, births and deaths. We gave them all a date and time of death to protect the lives we preside over.”

The silence from their conversation was deafening. Ash was stunned from the revelation that the gods were truly killed with this strange power. Felix was terrified of the past he didn’t understand. The gods of life and death had to write the day their own family ended. The one who had been with them for centuries. Neither would ever dream to do it again.

“We have no idea why only some gods are coming back, some may have been deemed unneeded. There were some here to govern just awful things, a deity of murder, sacrifices, and more. I don’t know how you learned this Felix, but I wish you never did. There is so much more to the predecessors, to all of you. The worst of them don’t seem to be returning, but we don’t know what truly happens when a god dies. They died in the mortal realm because here death can never be permanent and we were told some of them had to stay dead. We just hope that the worst don’t return because it’s far more likely they’ll be cruel and make awful plans once more.”

The gods all sat in silence. Felix was the first to make a move, quick to leave and retreat to his room. Ash, always anxious with affection, grabbed their hands and squeezed them. They still trusted Dabria and Vitus. The two were left alone again and turned back to the mirror. The blurry image of Delphia barely breaking through and reminding them of what they saved. The two tried to reach the sleeping mortal desperate to reassure her, to tell her she had those who would protect her if they could. They both were starting to wish they could have been her parents.

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Delphia had nightmares that night, and every night for weeks. Ophelia blaming her, calling her a monster, a cursed being. She woke up crying more than once, her parents believed her each time she claimed to have just had a nightmare about the king finding out about her. They were happy to let her keep going to town daily now that she could just make them coins, and she took advantage. The doctors in the clinic understood and would let her visit. Ophelia’s mother never said a word. The two had their time together. Day after day conversations about nothing while Ophelia grew weaker.

“I still think this is a really long dream,” Ophelia said one day. Delphia tilted her head, trying to encourage the girl to go on. “Not only did my crush from when I was at best six catch my mother telling me not to reach out to her, she intervened and offered to be friends, we met in the woods, I got a kiss that took my breath away, and now she’s trying to nurse me back to health. I must have hit my head and not woken up yet.”

“Maybe the dream would be better, you’d wake up healthy and the things you saw that night would just be in your mind,” Delphia said. She held Ophelia’s hand gently, a squeeze of reassurance that things were real. Even if she thought reality was far too cruel at this point. Ash hadn’t come back yet either, she needed to know if this was her fault. If it was her fault maybe she could fix this.

“Hmm then I don’t want this to be a dream anymore. Someone had to find out, I’ll protect you once I’m better. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

Delphia laughed a bit, her eyes filled with emotions she never thought she’d feel. Ophelia was kind, caring, and beautiful. She couldn’t believe someone like her would spare her the time. She was someone who put others at risk just by existing. The adoration in Ophelia’s eyes was too much to meet most times. She kept wishing she were normal and this could be normal, they could just be happy. Her thoughts were disrupted by a weak bop on her forehead.

“Hey I know that face, stop it,” Ophelia said, the stern tone laced with concern. “This isn’t your fault and this is fine. Once I’m better we’ll run away, somewhere the gods could never find you. You’ll help people and I’ll keep anyone who thinks of hurting you far away. I’ll recruit a whole army if I have to.”

“Ophelia, I want to tell you something,” Delphia said. She hadn’t told anyone about her visions besides her parents. This might be stupid, they hadn’t truly known each other for very long, but Ophelia felt safe. When Delphia was with her, it felt like the promises were real. They’d leave together and be happy and safe. Delphia could help with her gifts, Ophelia keeping her safe. A life where they never truly settle, but always have a home. She stared at those beautiful eyes, accepting everything she could ever say.

“Well I think now is probably the time, no one hangs around while you’re here after all,” Ophelia gave a short laugh that devolved into coughs. Delphia quickly rubbed her back to soothe her. Once the fit was over Delphia prepared herself. This could make Ophelia decide she was too much of a risk, that all the daydreams of running off were ending here and now. Delphia wouldn’t blame her for it though.

“I can do more than the town knows,” Delphia’s voice was a whisper, she hoped Ophelia could hear her. “I can do a lot more than even I know. The one thing my parents have made sure I keep hidden though, I have visions. I see things before they happen. If the king found out about me, I’d be taken and others would be hurt for keeping me hidden.”

“So my magical love, is a seer? Does that make you my seer?” Ophelia’s voice was still filled with love. Delphia felt tears spill out of her eyes. They were wiped away by cool hands, Ophelia cupping her face to calm her. Her smile felt blinding at that moment. “All right not my seer, maybe someday but not now I guess.”

Delphia shook her head, “No, no I’ll be yours I just… I thought you’d hate me, think I’m too much of a risk. I-I...”

“I already said, I would keep you safe. That means from some dumb king too. Just need to recover and then I’ll start fighting the world for you. May not be long since we first really spoke, but I do think I love you, my seer. My Delphia.”

Delphia leaned forward, placing her forehead against Ophelia’s. The two stayed there together for what felt like hours, might have truly been too. Ophelia leaned up stealing a kiss from Delphia this time, the surprise making her freeze. When Ophelia pulled away she saw the joy clear on her face and she smiled. This was far from ideal, but they’d try to survive this. Then she’d leave her cruel parents and be with her.

Delphia was finally sent home by the doctors, Ophelia needed to rest. She understood and slowly made her way home. She turned off the path though, returning to the clearing where she met Ash. They hadn’t returned yet, but she had to hope they could tell her something so she stopped there each afternoon. She just had to know if she had to start searching for some way to fix what she did. She also couldn’t go home while she was close to tears. Her parents wouldn’t let her keep up the visits to town if they knew she was visiting someone in the clinic. She felt relief flood her as the clearing and log came in to view. She made her way over and sat, trying to calm her feelings before she finally went home. She couldn’t calm down though, something was there, she couldn’t see it, but she felt it.

“Who’s there?” she called, standing and searching the tree line. She had to find the right way to run, but there was nothing visible. She hoped it was Ash, but they didn’t feel like this. This felt like something else, something that she didn’t want to understand. She stayed on edge for minutes before she finally heard a loud sigh.

“Seems you are quite special,” the voice said. She had never heard it before and felt her heartbeat spike. She had to get away before they decided to do anything. She tried to calm herself, focus on where she felt the presence. It was the fact they were watching her, possibly studying her that was forcing this tension. She should run, she had to run. She picked a direction, keeping movements subtle as she prepared to take off, almost screaming when air blew past her and she heard something collide with the ground. That couldn’t be a good sign.

“What do you want from me?” She tried to sound confident. She didn’t think it was working. “Who are you?”

“You could say I'm Ash's family, they have been quite busy so I decided to come see you,” the voice said. It made a shiver run down her spine. This voice didn’t sound as kind as the others. “You do seem dedicated to that person, the one who is ill. Seems a waste, you have much more power than they do.”

She felt her blood boil, a harsh tone leaving as she spoke, “How dare you?! You know nothing about me or her, she has more strength than anyone in this entire village. I’ll be leaving now. I would expect someone related to Ash to have better manners.”

She could feel the shock roll off of this new being, they hadn’t expected her anger. Good they shouldn’t belittle others for no reason. She felt air blowing past her again and tried to hold her ground. She jumped as something touched her head, seeming to ruffle her hair. She ducked, smoothing her hair back down. She didn’t trust this being, they felt nothing like Ash even if they claimed to be related.

“I’m sorry little one, I was curious how you’d act,” their tone sounded different now, kinder. The feeling they gave off seemed softer too. They had let her know they were there. She kept her guard up, anxious about their intentions. “I am Felix, he and him, I was curious why you grabbed their attention so desperately. There hasn’t been a clear answer on your friend, or special someone would be more proper I assume. It does not appear to be related to you though.”

“How do I know I can trust you?” she asked. There was movement again, something touched her again, this time something to her hand. She wanted to pull away, but felt she should stay at the same time. The feeling on her hand changed slightly, something she vaguely understood. Weakness. He was giving her a chance to hurt him. The fear in his heart, the thoughts he hides coming through. He fears he’ll be abandoned, hated, much like her. This one was the weirdest she’d met yet it seems.

“The best I can do is show you my weak heart, I do apologize, I wanted to be sure you were as they thought. I will not be coming by much, little gem, but I will offer to check on you if they cannot. Will that be troubling to you?” Felix asked. She wanted to send him away, tell him to stay gone. She couldn't though, there was honesty now instead of bravado. She could see through him, she understood his reasons. She moved away, seeing her own fears mirrored was making her heart ache.

“Don’t speak ill of people you don't know again and I see no problem with you being the one they have check on me, I don’t even see a reason for them to send someone in all honesty,” she answered. She matched honesty with honesty, hoping that she may find out more about these beings who had been silent spectators of her life. She kept thinking they may be gods, Ash and Felix seemed to match the stories from the minor interactions she had. They were kind though, to her especially, which didn’t add up.

“You just found your way into their hearts, little gem, it seems you managed it with me as well,” he answered. He was gone before she could respond. She wasn’t sure she liked this Felix being, but he helped her calm herself. She returned home acting as though there was nothing wrong in her world. Inside her heart was constantly shattering, hearing it wasn’t her fault meant she couldn’t fix it either. She couldn’t shake the feeling he’d lied to her either.

Ophelia stayed ill for years. It didn’t seem like a normal illness, and Delphia questioned the truth behind Felix's words more and more. Ash had said the same when they finally came around again. They seemed relieved Felix hadn’t scared her too badly. It came down to time being the only thing that might help Ophelia heal. Throughout the painful years the two only seemed to fall more for each other. It was a life neither wanted, but one both would never give up. At least until the plague that had been hitting villages all over finally reached her home.

Her parents were fine with her continuing to visit the village as the illness made its rounds. They had learned of her visits to Ophelia and accepted them, begrudgingly. She wasn’t proud of her reaction when they tried to stop her, it felt somehow wrong. Once she had promised not to argue with their requests for her powers ever again they agreed not to interfere. They assumed she’d be fine, she hadn’t gotten sick from Ophelia. The simple visits became harder as the illness spread. The clinic was filled with people most sick, some dying. Ophelia got worse now that this was happening.

No one had been prepared for when Delphia collapsed. The cruelty and selfishness of her parents abandoned as they spent each day in the clinic beside her. Begging for a miracle once more, that they’d stop misusing their own daughter. She was weak though, most of her gifts completely gone. It was the first time she’d clearly heard Dabria or Vitus in years, the words comforting and painful at the same time. Ophelia left her bed for the first time in years with no help, demanding to sleep by Delphia’s side. It wasn’t long before her parents fell ill too.

They had been weak from constant vigils at her side. The illness quickly got worse and reached the levels others took weeks to reach in days for them. The clinic doctors couldn’t do anything, the closest healers were too far away. There wasn’t a hope besides the herbs and their own strength. It took a week but Delphia’s parents were gone, she was alone with Ophelia as her own strength continued to fall.

“I’m supposed to be the sick one you know,” Ophelia said, her voice cracking from unshed tears. “You have to get better, your parents are gone, I'll get better and we can be happy now.”

Delphia weakly cupped Ophelia’s face, Ophelia gasping from how cold her hand was. Her tears slipped down, the love of her life was dying in front of her. She tried to smile as Delphia wiped the tears out of her eyes. Years of planning and talking falling apart because of an overpowered cold. Delphia just stared up at Ophelia, appreciating her steady presence at this point.

“Nope, you have to go rest, I’ll be fine,” Delphia said, her voice barely a whisper. “I’ll come to you tomorrow and things will be like before. Except then you’ll get better and we’ll travel. You won’t need to protect me, we'll protect each other.”

Ophelia nodded along, she had been ill for so long and now this? She couldn’t stop her tears, but the clinic doctor pulled her away. She had to let Delphia get rest if there would be any hope. Unlike Ophelia, this had taken so much from her already. She wondered if she could even use the simplest of her abilities. She returned to the room she used all this time, laying in bed and crying. This illness had finally started to leave the village before it reached her seer. She’d never have gotten sick if Ophelia hadn’t been so weak. She had to protect her seer.

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Dabria hadn’t been in the room since the mirror cleared up. They could finally see their little light again, and she was ill. Deathly ill. Dabria wanted to stop it, to save her, but that wasn’t possible for them. Vitus couldn’t abandon her, taking the chance when no one was there to remind her she isn’t alone. He would reach out and cup his hand around her, wishing he could pull her out of this. The illness had pervaded the mortal realm for years now, nothing truly stopping it. He was terrified of seeing her light dim.

Ash and Felix had both come in intermittently throughout the time she’d been sick. He had no idea when Felix met her or grew attached, but it was awful that the two had to see this. They were still young, they hadn’t dealt with the loss of mortals before. Ash had seemed far more distressed, they had barely kept a storm from brewing with each of their movements. It was a miserable time for the gods.

Vitus couldn’t move from the mirror though. He’d wanted to check on Dabria, he wanted to calm Ash, find out from Felix what he knew. Check on the twins who knew nothing about the situation as things were, they were likely confused and scared. Even with all of that, he continued to stare, he wouldn’t move until she was healthy again. He watched each of her struggling breaths, the small heaving breaths terrifying. She had a far from kind life, and she’ll have a far from kind end if this is how she dies. He didn’t notice time passing as he watched each small rise of her chest.

A few times the god felt his own heart stop when her small chest stopped moving. It was followed by awful coughs every time. A minor calm to hear that she hadn’t died yet. The sun rose slowly over her and he heard the door opening. He didn’t turn, whoever entered could come to him if they needed. He saw his little light start to moan, reaching through the mirror to calm her. He felt a hand on his shoulder, he still refused to look. They weren’t who mattered right now.

“You should stop,” Felix said. “Doing nothing but watching her won’t make a difference. Lady Death can’t even stand to be in the room here. She needs you.”

“I won’t let her be alone. These mortal doctors keep sending those she loves away. Her parents have already gone,” Vitus answered. He barely moved, just pulling his hand back and leaving her to sleep peacefully again.

“I know, Lady Death screamed as she saw their lives. They were far from kind to the little gem here. She has suffered. Lord Life it’s best you take a break at least.”

“I will see Dabria once she’s improved or she is gone. I know she understands, I can’t just abandon my little light.”

Felix sighed but left the room. He knew he couldn’t convince Lord Life to leave, but this wasn’t helping anyone. He wasn’t happy to admit it, but he’d grown attached watching her now and then. This was hard for all of them, normally a mortal life would be a blip. They would start and stop and feel like a moment in the eternity they live. This time, the mortal life didn’t feel like it should end. He went to check on Lady Death, the goddess had barely moved since she witnessed the lives of Delphia’s parents. Usually it’s a quick feeling, but when she realized who they were she watched their lives in detail. The descent into the cruelty and greed that decided on their treatment of their daughter, made her curse them. The moment they snapped out of it begging for her survival, made her pity them.

“No!” he heard Lady Death shout. She ran out of her room rushing past Felix straight towards the mirror. Felix ran after her, Ash arrived from their room and followed too. Lord Life was holding Lady Death back from the mirror. She was wailing trying to reach it, as if she could change the outcome. Lord Life was looking away, the two who entered late seemed to slowly grow aware of the situation. “Bring my little raven now! Bring my Delphia!”

“Stop Dabria, there is nothing we could have done, she’s gone,” Vitus was holding back his own grief. Felix and Ash stared at the still body of the mortal they’d all grown to care about. They watched as the weak form of the girl she’d cared for walked in. The girl’s scream of pain almost seemed to reach them while the sound of the mirror was disconnected. The girl was hugging the body of Delphia, silent wails shaking her body. They unknowingly wept with her, the gods leaving the room where they could watch. Their own emotions were overwhelming, the mortal their Delphia cared for in pain was too much on top of her loss.

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Hell[L]ing || 05

§ — Pairing: Chimera!Taehyung x Empath!Reader (with mentions of Reader x Other Members)

§ — Genre: SciFi AU, fluff, angst, smut, horror

§ — Wordcount: 2,974

§ — Rating: M § — Warnings: None. Just an awkward AF encounter.

§ — A/N: Gone for so long, but not forgotten! I love this story, and I don't plan on letting it die any time soon~ I need a manager-- I've got way too many projects! Anyone want the job? LOL

Summary: You moved out into the wilderness to live a calm, peaceful life. Your abilities made it impossible to live in crowded places, so even if you wanted to you couldn’t return. But when something happens outside the realm of even your normalcy, you start to think that maybe having everyone else’s emotions bearing down on you isn’t such a bad alternative to being trapped with your own.

You were definitely beginning to question your decision-making skills, or lack thereof. Any sane person would never let a man they met once into their isolated house on a rainy day— it was an exact recipe that stereotypical horror films follow. And you were to be the soon-hunted lead female. Whether or not you get killed milliseconds before the credits started rolling depended on how you treated the situation henceforth.

Standing in your bathroom, you contemplated your options as your fingers ran over the plush fabric of the grey towel you intended to hand to the soaking wet gentleman currently standing in your kitchen. First, you could continue on the path you were currently set on: heading back down the stairs to help the supposedly sick boy dry off and offer him a warm drink. This would most certainly end poorly if your expertise of the genre was anything to go by. Assist the helpless stranger, let his quirky personality charm you, then die. Not preferable.

You could, adversely, call the police or one of your friends to come save you and distract your company until they arrived. This would be the smarter move, though you have your doubts that the situation warrants such a reaction. Besides what your extrasensory abilities allowed you to perceive, your neighbor has done nothing to make you think he holds any ill-will against you. Having him forcibly removed from your home would only certainly sour his opinion of you.

Your last option, from what you could organize from your frayed thoughts, was to expedite option one, in which you dried him off, warmed him up, and sent him on his way before any amount of intimate time passed. You figured that this was the best option, even if it weren’t particularly the safest. You had no reason to suspect the boy of any violence or threat, but he made you inherently uncomfortable either way.

His emotions began to blip at a faster pace— nervousness, worry— were the rate of his emotional markers linked to his heart beat? That was something new. Well, everything dealing with this boy’s emotions was new to you. Taking a deep breath, you turn and leave the bathroom. You suppose your prolonged absence has made your guest begin to panic, and you really didn’t want to have his sporadic emotions to get more intense; you were already feeling the beginnings of a headache.

Scurrying down your wooden stairs, you felt his interest perk at the sound of your footsteps. Anticipation— but gentle anticipation. Warm, welcoming; you almost wanted to hurry to put yourself back in his line of vision, and as you stepped back into the kitchen, you felt the wave of relief that washed over him. His accelerated heartbeat kept the bursts of emotions abrupt, but they were soothed, a welcomed change from the abrasive concern.

His eyes were locked onto your form, taking in every miniscule movement you made. You made sure to avoid his gaze and cleared your throat as you stepped in front of him.

“Here,” You held out the towel for him to take. “You should probably dry yourself off…” He eyed the soft fabric for a moment, a shy gratefulness melding with slight apprehension. You sent him a warm smile when a few moments had passed and nudged the towel towards him a bit. With that, he tentatively reached forward and gently took the cloth from you. You retreated your hand swiftly and as he brought the towel to his chest you sidestepped towards the counter. “I’ll make something warm for you to drink, yeah?”

As you busied yourself, you didn’t see him lift the towel and softly burry his face in it, drying himself. You did, however feel the warm glow of comfort sprout in the air like quickly blooming flowers. With your back turned to him, you didn’t bother hiding the pleased look on your face. Finally— you thought— an emotion from him that didn’t barrage your senses.

With water heating up in your kettle and the packet of cocoa already retrieved from the pantry, you no longer had anything to distract yourself with. In an attempt to make this spontaneous visit less awkward and less unnerving, you turned to make light conversation. To begin, what on earth the sickly boy was doing wandering about in the rain.

“So…” you started, catching his attention immediately, his nerves returning. “Your name is Taehyung, right?” you received a delayed nod. “I’m Y/N. Ah, though you already knew that, right? From last time?” Another nod. Talkative, this one. You supposed you should get straight to your most burning question at the moment. “I gotta ask… I did extend the invitation, but… is there something I can do for you?” He visibly stiffened and the blips of his anxiety sped up with what, you were sure of now, was his increased heart rate. Oh, the headache. Perhaps you should rephrase. “W-what I mean is, since your health is poor, why’d you come over when it was raining of all days?” This seemed to calm him, as the frequency of his beats trickled off.

He didn’t answer you for a long while, opting to look down at the floor in contemplation. You did your best not to stare— you didn’t want to spike his unease once more— but you were finding it difficult to do so, seeing as the wet boy in your kitchen, now that he was up close and personal, was too beautiful to bear. Your previous appraisal of his other-worldly appearance was far too lenient; how could anyone like him possibly exist at all? And his dark hair— curled more from its damp state and hanging further over his obsidian eyes— only seemed to add more depth to the perfection of the features it framed. How utterly unfair it was for someone to be so beautiful.

“I—” you just about jumped at his voice, breaking the silence, but not cutting through it. The melodic depth of it filled the room. “…bad day…” he was pensive with his words— giving you all you needed to know and no more. There was no deception to him, but he was clearly safeguarding information, keeping it locked away.

You gave a thoughtful hum, but you couldn’t hide the shock and confusion you felt. He came to you because he was having a bad day? Someone he didn’t know and only met once before? You couldn’t help but feel this was… odd, for lack of a better term. And he seemed to realize this as well, as his eyes never once met yours. His apprehension was understandable now, and his fear of being turned away— he really had no reason to be here.

Still, your heart warmed at the thought that he had come to you for comfort, as unexpected as it was. And, slowly, the majority of your concerns over the situation began to melt away. Yes, he was a strange boy, yes, there were things about him that were odd and seemed unnatural, but… there was nothing aggressive, or dangerous about his intentions. He seemed more like a child than anything else with how small his large frame looked; like he was trying to curl in on himself.

A sharp whistle pierced the gentle atmosphere and both you and Taehyung jumped nearly out of your skin. You recognized the sound as your kettle quickly after having your nerves fried, but your guest was immediately on the defensive, his fear refusing to subside as he took a pathetic few steps back from the offending object.

“Sorry!” you called out to him and you turned on your heel to remove the kettle from the stove. His confusion was evident, and mixed with the other strong emotions bombarding you, you were almost inclined to say that he’s never heard the shriek of a kettle. The noise subsided as you lifted the item off the heat, turning the burner off in the process. “Phew— that scared me!” At your laughter, his confusion turned into curiosity, and his fear ebbed away.

You emptied the chocolate powder into one of your mugs and promptly drowned it in the hot water from your kettle, the smell of hot chocolate immediately permeating through the air. You se the kettle back down on the stove before stirring the drink, your neighbor’s curiosity only heightening. You turned back to him and beckoned him forward, placing the mug of hot chocolate on the island in front of him in hopes he would sit. When he did nothing, a breathy chuckle escaped you.

“You can sit down if you’d like,” you offered, hoping he would oblige. You realize that this directly opposes your original plan to make this visit as quick as possible, but his uncertainty had found it’s way into your heart. You weren’t sure if it was because he was often ill, but he seemed so unsure of how to interact with other people, like he hasn’t had much social interaction before. It was endearing in a way, and even though there were still some things that concerned you about the readings you got from him, you felt inclined to spend time trying to unravel him.

Or you could simply be suffering from your own solitude.

Either way, you smiled when he slowly made his way over to the counter and seated himself on the stool that the mug sat directly in front of. He still had the towel you had offered him clutched to his chest and seemingly hadn’t dried much more than his face with it. Cautiously, he eyed the mug of steaming liquid.

“Do you not like hot chocolate?” you asked, suddenly aware that it’s possible for people to have different tastes. Or worse, because of his illness he couldn’t drink it at all? “Oh, I’m sorry! Can you even drink hot chocolate? I should have asked before. If there’s something else—”

“No! I—” you blinked, surprised. It was the first time he had spoken so suddenly or with so much conviction. He seemed shocked by his own voice, and immediately receded into himself, almost as if berating himself for his outburst. He chewed on his lower lip, “…I’ve never had it… hot chocolate…” you blinked again.

“Really?” He nodded, and his hand slid forward, reaching for the mug. When you saw his fingers wrap around it, you realized how large his hands were— yet another ridiculously beautiful feature as you couldn’t help but think about how elegant the lines of hands were curved around the dwarfed mug. If he noticed you staring, nothing in his demeanor showed any discomfort at the attention, but you were quick to correct yourself when you became aware of it yourself. “Are you sure you can have it…?” you didn’t want to accidentally poison your neighbor if he was allergic to chocolate. A shake of his head did little to reassure you.

“I’ll drink it,” he said with confidence. He raised the mug, his other hand joining the action as the ceramic was completely eclipsed. It took you a moment to realize that he may not be are of the heat.

“Oh, wait, that’s hot—!” you were too late, and you watched him take a rather large sip from the cup. You blanched, expecting him to burn himself, but he only lowered the mug back to the counter, both hands still firmly encasing it, seemingly unaffected. Huh. Well then, wasn’t that odd?

After a moment of deliberation, excitement burst through the air and Taehyung’s eyes lit up. He quickly took another sip of the drink and from the rush of emotions you knew he was absolutely thrilledby the taste of hot chocolate. You stifled a good-natured laugh, not wanting him to think you were making fun of him, and settled for an endeared smile as you leaned forward to rest against the island counter. Why were you so scared of this boy again?

“I’m going to guess that you like it?” you couldn’t help but tease him a little, and, thankfully, he didn’t seem to take offense; he was far too enraptured by the sweet beverage before him. He nodded happily.

“Thank you,” he said, cheer popping in the air around him, making you want to squeal at his child-like wonder at something so simple. Still, you had to wonder— how is it that he never had hot chocolate before? And if he hadn’t had something so elementary, what else had he not been privy to and why? You suppose you could chalk it up to him being ill often, and if such is the case, he must have been sick for much of his life. You wondered who had been in charge of his health all these years and why they refused him such small pleasures such as hot chocolate, making you again second-guess giving him the cocoa treat. But the pure bliss he exhibited bade you believe that just one cup wouldn’t hurt and that it was surly worth it.

He had been so wrought with nerved when he appeared at your back door that any positive change in his emotions was a welcome one. Perhaps he would leave having a better day than when he came. You could only hope.

“I’m glad you like it,” you said simply before moving on, trying to keep whatever stilted conversation you had going. “I’m surprised you came here if you were having a bad day… did you and Seokjin fight?”

At the mention of his roommate’s name, he stiffened, some of his anxiety returning. You must have hit the nail on the head, because as his fingers fidgeted around the mug he looked off to the side towards the floor. You felt bad immediately, not wanting to sour his mood again.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t pry,” you straightened a bit at your mistake, readying to correct yourself if given the opportunity. “If you want to talk about it, um…” What could you offer him, honestly? Why would he divulge the details of his roommate quarrel with you? He barely knew you. Still, he did come to you— as a source of comfort, as a distraction, or as escape, you’ll never know. You did know that you may be his only choice out here in the remote wilderness and so, to an extent, you felt a certain obligation to offer him support. After all, should something happen to you, he and Seokjin were the only ones in miles that could aid you, and you could only hope that they would do so without hesitation.

However, he shook his head, signaling that he didn’t wish to divulge the issue. More mystery then, it seems. You nodded and gave no further attempts to interrogate despite the burning questions that nagged at you, knowing full well about the need to keeps certain things to yourself.

“I…” he began, suddenly standing. Startled, you too took a step back from the counter as well. “I should go…” he placed your towel on the island next to the half-empty mug after a long moment, seemingly disappointed to part with it. Taehyung hesitated, but eventually took a large step away from where he had been seated and began to make his way to the back door.

His sudden, hurried departure had you reeling. You had wanted a brief, eventless encounter, so letting him leave now would probably be for the best. Yet, despite all your concerns, you were still opening your mouth.

“W-wait!” you called after him, stepping out from behind your countertop. He immediately halted in his tracks, shifting slightly so he could see you out of his peripherals. His uncertainty thrummed in the air like drums, making your otherwise silent home ridiculously loud. “The… the rain…” For the first time in the last ten minutes, you peered outside your window, expecting to see the previous torrential downpour. However, to your surprise, it had calmed to a drizzle at some point during your neighbor’s momentary visit. When had that happened?

Sensing that you didn’t have anything else to say to him, Taehyung continued his journey to your glass doors slowly. You watched him with a rock settling into your stomach— this didn’t feel right to you, and as he opened the door, you called out to him again.

“Taehyung,” this time, at the sound of his name leaving your mouth, his head spun around completely, eyes wide and panic vibrating from him. No, not panic; something akin to panic, but not quite so negative. Something warmer… ugh, trying to decipher his emotions was like learning a new language. So, instead of feeding into your present headache, you continued, immediately embarrassed by what you say. “Come back again sometime… we can have lunch.” You felt the heat in your face from your blush and then, unexpectedly, it was as if the very space around you was placed under a heat lamp and Taehyung’s not-panic set your nerves on fire. What the hell was going on?

You didn’t have time to dwell, because as soon as the shocked, anxious boy recovered, he nodded quickly and slipped out the door, taking his blips of emotions and quickly disappearing into the tree line separating your properties.

With his departure, you could finally breathe, and you found that a tightness that you hadn’t been aware of begun to unravel in your chest. Your migraine, which you were hoping would leave with your neighbor, proceeded to hammer away in your skull. As much as you wanted to dissect your more than odd exchange with the onyx-eyed boy, you couldn’t imagine thinking about much of anything in your present condition.

“Bath…” you groaned, massaging your temples and groggily treaded your way upstairs to soak away the pain in scalding, fragrant water.

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[the-modernmary]

my best habit || aaron hotchner x reader (prologue)

Summary: When Aaron Hotchner ended your affair with him, saying that a serial killer was going after him and his family, you were content with the idea that you'd probably never see him again. Two years have come and gone since then, but when you get dragged into an FBI investigation as a key witness, you and Hotch are forced to come face to face with all the things left unsaid.

Warnings: Age gap (15-ish years), smut, degradation, unprotected sex. This story is 18+ older. This is not a story for minors.

A/N: Hello, hello!! I figured that since I've made a writing tumblr, I should post my story on here!! This is a multichapter story, so I am very excited to go on this journey with y'all!! I already have multiple chapters written and published, so these should be coming out VERY quickly. If you don't want to wait to catch up, you can read everything I have on ao3! This chapter starts as a flashback, and then the next chapter and the rest from here on out will be actual plot!

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“If you were waitin’ on the sunshine, blue sky

Cheap high, lullaby

Then my best habit’s letting you down”

- The Maine, “My Best Habit”

Two years earlier

Your eyes scanned the University Ballroom, your champagne glass practically ignored in your hand. You hated all these alumni networking galas and avoided going to them as much as possible. Old, sleazy lawyers with much younger women on their arm reliving their best cases with each other and expecting all the new law students to laugh when they were able to get their defendant acquitted because of some dumb technicality. It made you sick.

It didn’t help that you were already going in with a bad attitude. Your ex-boyfriend had dropped by your apartment that morning to pick up the rest of his stuff, and he decided that the best person to help him with that was the girl he had been cheating on you with. You caught them together three weeks ago, and you had been so stressed from midterms that you hadn’t even had the chance to go out, get drunk, and have wildly irresponsible rebound sex.

But you had to suck it up for the night, at least until you were able to get the answer you came for. After that, you could go back to your apartment, replace your too tight and too short dress with some nice pajamas, and watch trashy reality TV until you passed out on your couch.

You scanned the room a few more times until you caught sight of a tall man in a dark suit leaning against the bar. Bingo. You set your champagne flute down and ran over to him as fast as your heels could take you. Once you were just a few steps away, you quickly composed yourself and walked straight into his line of sight.

SSA Aaron Hotchner rarely came to alumni events here at George Washington Law School, citing that he wasn’t even a prosecutor anymore and had much more important work to do back at the BAU, but he was going as favor to his old law school buddy. Plus, it was either coming to this or going out to the bar with the team, and seeing as he had just signed the divorce papers with Haley, he wanted to be somewhere he wasn’t going to be profiled all night. The free champagne was also a bonus.

When you saw that his name was on the RSVP list, you knew that you had to go.

“Agent Hotchner?” you asked, giving him your best straight A student smile.

He refused to look up right away, not giving you the chance to charm him. “I’m not currently on duty. If there is a case you would like the BAU to look over, that’s handled by our media liaison,” he said absently, taking another sip of champagne.

You frowned but kept your hand out for him to shake. “That’s not what I’m here for, I-” You took a breath to compose yourself. “My name is Y/N Y/L/N. I’m a first year here- getting a joint JD and masters in forensic psychology. My goal is to become a prosecutor,” you pressed, and you were rewarded when he perked up in interest. He slid his drink on the table.

“Most law firms don’t usually want a prosecutor who’s going to empathize with the person you’re prosecuting,” he mused, and shook your hand, his grip just tight enough to pass as faux politeness.

You shook your head and clasped your hands behind your back, trying to ignore how warm his hands were. “I think the best prosecutors empathize with the defendants,” you admitted. “Isn’t that how you succeeded as both a prosecutor and as a federal agent? That’s actually why I came to you, I wanted to ask you a question... about my thesis,” you added quickly, figuring that the best way to get him to talk to you.

Aaron’s posture changed from half asleep to maybe listening, and your face went red. Sure, you only came to the event to talk to him, but you never thought that you’d actually get Aaron Hotchner to pay attention to you. “I didn’t empathize with the people I was putting in jail,” he told you, his voice ice cold. “That didn’t come until I worked in the BAU, and even now, I wouldn’t call it empathy. Just understanding of how they became the type of person they are.” He leaned sideways on the bar counter and you felt yourself shrink under his gaze. You shifted slightly and felt the hem of your dress move up your thighs ever so slightly. Aaron noticed too, if the lick of his lips was anything to go by.

You took his silence as your signal to ask your question. “You offered Jessica Michaelson a lesser sentence that had her released in just three years despite the fact that she murdered her brother in cold blood in his sleep. You had the evidence, why didn’t you push for premeditation?” you asked, and his eyebrow quirked upwards. “In the case The People vs. Michaelson,” you added unnecessarily, trying to break the silence.

“I know the case you’re referring to. I was the lead on it,” he reminded you, his voice edging on dangerous. “You know, most people aren’t interested in my days as a lawyer.”

You shrugged, hoping to appear more confident than you felt. “I’m not most people,” you agreed, biting down on your lower lip. His gaze was so intense, and it was affecting you in ways you couldn’t have imagined. It was turning you on, you realized with a start. It had been a while since you had last had sex, and it was driving you only slightly crazy. “But that doesn’t answer my question.”

Aaron grabbed a champagne flute from a server walking by, and shoved it in your direction. You grabbed it cautiously. “Did you read the police report on the case?” he asked, and you nodded wordlessly, taking a sip of the champagne. The alcohol was making you bolder, and you stepped towards him. “Then you’ll know that there was very little physical evidence tying her to the muder. We chose to offer the charge that would have stuck instead of risking her being found not guilty.”

You gritted your teeth together in an effort to calm yourself down. “She murdered four people within the six months after she was released from prison,” you reminded him.

That seemed to have struck a chord with Aaron, and his steely persona seemed to fade ever so slightly. He sighed exasperatedly; you were obviously getting on his nerves. “The prints and DNA that were collected and put into VICAP when she was in prison are what got her caught in the end, and that was the evidence needed to lock her away for life. We wouldn’t have gotten those prints without her original charge. It all worked out.”

You groaned and threw your hands in the air. “You couldn’t have predicted that, though,” you argued. “And people have been found guilty with way less evidence than you had in the original case. I think you just felt bad for her, considering her brother was a real piece of shit.” You were being difficult now, you knew that. But there was something about Aaron Hotcher that was pulling you in, and you wanted to see how far you could push him.

Aaron gave you a predatory grin and he stepped towards you ever so slightly, finishing his drink. He must have had multiple drinks too, judging by the soft flush on his face. “Oh, you do?” He seemed amused now. He slowly raked his eyes from your face, down your neck, and down the rest of your body, and you forgot how to breath. You knew that it was inappropriate and that he was a highly respected FBI agent, even if he was kind of an asshole at the moment. You also knew that the two of you were crossing lines that neither of you should have even been close to, but you shivered under the weight of his gaze all the same.

You shifted back and forth, your brain trying to process what was happening. “Yeah, I do. And I know that you transferred to the FBI after Michaelson was arrested again, which makes me think that this case was your breaking point,” you ranted, your hands becoming more and more animated.

Aaron chuckled, but there was very little amusement behind it. “Are you sure you want to be a lawyer?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. “Because you’re starting to talk like a profiler.”

You arched an eyebrow at him. “No thanks,” you said firmly, and he just shrugged before making a move to walk past you. You sidestepped in front of him, effectively blocking him from going anywhere. But it was obvious that he was done talking about this.

In your mind, you had two options now. You could keep pushing him about a case that he obviously didn’t want to talk to you about, or you could switch gears in your brain and have him help you solve your... other problem. Aaron was attractive, and you were getting tired of guys your age. You noticed the distinct lack of a wedding ring on his finger, but there was still a tan to show that it had been there. So either he was recently separated or just trying to cheat on his wife. You wanted to not care whichever it was, but a pang in your heart told you to be considerate. Besides, you did not want to get involved with another cheater.

“Must be hard to be at these events without your wife here to scare off all the lonely female law students,” you mused cautiously. You didn’t want to come on too strong, but the alcohol in your system was slowly clouding your ability to be subtle.

Aaron cleared his throat, obviously taken aback by the sudden shift in conversation. “I’m not married,” he said, too quickly and too defensively. So he’s separated, you thought, and you stepped closer to him.

His eyebrows furrowed as he tried to figure out your endgame. “Well, I would love to discuss your work as a prosecutor more when there are less… distractions around,” you whispered, your words breathy. “Tell me Agent Hotchner, do I make you nervous?” You sounded a lot more confident than you felt.

Aaron just smirked and grabbed your free hand, covering it in both of his, and the action was surprisingly soft, even if it was way too late for him to try acting suave. His eyes, on the other hand, told a whole other story. His pupils were so dilated that his eyes were practically black. “I face the worst people in society on a daily basis. Desperate law students don’t make me nervous. In fact…” He stepped towards you, looking around to make sure nobody else was looking. Aaron leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear with every word. “I think that I make you nervous. And more than nervous, I make you very excited.”

Your breath hitched as he pulled back, a smug smile gracing his lips. You yanked your hand back to preserve what little dignity you had left, but it was too late. “Now, if you would like to discuss my prosecuting career more in depth, then you can set up a formal meeting with me at the BAU,” he continued, obviously proud of himself and the effect he was having on you. He pulled out a business card and upon further instruction, you realized that it wasn’t even his. Jennifer Jareu the name read. “Our media liaison will be able to help you organize that. Now if you don’t mind, I am going to retire for the night.”

Aaron finished the rest of his drink and brushed past you while you were still trying to get your thoughts under control. “Oh, and you’ll make a wonderful lawyer someday, I’m sure of it,” he called over his shoulder, and that snapped you back into action.

You followed, running around him and cutting him off. “And if I don’t want to discuss your prosecuting career?” you asked, batting your eyelashes at him. “What if I was interested in a… less formal meeting?”

That was all the permission he needed. Aaron grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the ballroom, the two of you moving so fast that nobody in the room even had a chance to put two and two together. There was an empty hallway just next to the entrance of the room and Aaron pulled you in that direction, pressing you against the wall and kissing you fiercely the second the two of you were alone.

There was nothing gentle about the kiss, but in a strange role reversal, he let you take the lead. It’s certainly not what you expected from Aaron Hotchner who, until now, had been controlling every aspect of your meeting. You realized then that this was his way of making sure you were okay with what was happening- giving you a chance to back out and change your mind. You just answered by tangling your hands in his hair, pulling so that he was at just the right angle to kiss you.

Aaron dug his fingers into your hips, hard enough to make you gasp out. You were definitely going to have bruises the next day, but you couldn’t be bothered to care. He shoved his leg in between yours and tugged on your lip with his teeth, which made you whimper involuntarily. He smirked against your lips, obviously proud of the noises he was drawing from you. You pulled on his hair harder as a sign of irritation, but that seemed to only make him more amused as he pulled away to laugh into your neck.

“Are we just going to make out against a wall like we’re back in high school, or are you going to actually do something worth my time?” you breathe, fighting to keep your voice even and light. It only halfway worked as he dragged his tongue up your neck to your pulse point. And then he bit down, hard.

It took everything in your power to stay quiet, especially as he softly kissed the newly forming bruise. His attack on your neck was relentless as he pulled your hips and back forth against his thigh. You whimpered as you desperately tried to get any friction from the simple movement. Your skirt was now dangerously close to being pushed so far up your legs that you would be completely exposed.

You pulled away first- you had to or your legs were going to completely give out from under you. You desperately tried to get your breathing under control and, to your annoyance, he looked perfectly composed. The only thing giving him away was his slightly swollen lips.

His fingers trailed up your thigh, getting so close to where you want him. “What would you like me to do then?” he asked easily, his voice almost sounding bored. You were speechless, like your brain had just short circuited. There were a lot of things you wanted him to do, but the words were lost on the tip of your tongue. “If you want something, you have to ask for it.” That was a demand, and he punctuated it by pressing his thigh further into you. You were sure he was going to have a wet spot on his slacks. He took the hand not in between your legs and grabbed your jaw forcefully, his thumb resting on your bottom lip. “Use your words, little girl.”

You realize that the two of you were standing on the edge of a cliff, and you had the power to decide whether or not to jump over. It gave you a strange sense of power. Logically, you knew it was a bad idea. He was too old for you, obviously going through some sort of relationship trauma, and wasn’t somebody you could talk to your friends and family about. But the less rational side wanted him so badly it hurt. You wanted him more than you’ve wanted anything or anyone in a long time.

You noticed your strawberry colored lipstick was smudged ever so slightly on the corner of his mouth, and that’s all it took for you to jump off the side of the cliff. “I want you to drag me into the empty classroom just down the hall and fuck me senseless. I want you to use me,” you moan before taking his thumb into your mouth and sucking.

The look on his face is something you’ll never forget. There was a mix of shock and arousal, but also something primitive; His eyes darkened when you told him to use you, and there was a fluttering in your stomach. You couldn’t tell if it was from excitement or dread. Maybe even both.

He removed his hands from your mouth and legs, only to place his hand on the small of your back. He began walking towards the classroom you had pointed out, much too slow for your liking, but he knew exactly what he was doing. “You’re going to regret asking me to use you,” he practically growls in your ear, each word increasing your arousal. “Are you one of those lonely female law students you warned me about? So desperate and needy for a real man to bend you over a table and fuck you until you can’t walk straight? Ready and willing to whore yourself out for the first man who gives you a second glance?”

Your breath hitched as you stuttered out your answer. “Y-yes, Agent Hotchner,” you whispered as he opened the classroom door and guided you in.

As soon as the door was shut and locked, he was back on your lips again, lifting you so that you were sitting on one of the desks with your legs wrapped around his waist. “Call me Aaron,” he mumbled in between kisses, and you were all too happy to oblige.

You were a moaning mess at this point as his hands pushed your dress up to your waist. His hands and lips were somehow everywhere at once and you were so hot and all you could think about was getting your damn dress off, but Aaron seemed to have other plans.

He ran his fingers up your lace covered slit and he just chuckled into your lips. “You’re so wet for me, already,” he groaned and you let out an embarrassingly loud moan. “And I’ve barely touched you. Do my words really have that much effect on you? Do you like it when I call you a whore?”

He hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties and quickly pulled them down. You could feel his bulge pressing against you and all you could think about was how badly you wanted it. How badly you wanted him. Your hands moved down his chest to make quick work of his belt, and his pants followed after.

“Please, please Aaron,” you begged, desperately trying to create some friction against him. His fingers tangled in your hair and he pulled your head back so that you were looking at him.

“You’re so pretty when you beg.” His fingers slowly ran up your slit, not enough to give you any pleasure. He was teasing you and enjoying every second of it. “And I wish I could take my time with you. The things I want to do to you…” Two of his fingers entered you and you cried out loudly. “But somebody could walk in on us at any second. I’m sure they can all hear you moaning like a dirty whore, all for me. But you’d like that, wouldn’t you? So desperate for my attention and approval.”

His words turned you on more than you would have liked to admit. “Yes, Aaron yes. Please-” you were cut off by Aaron curling his fingers, hitting that spot that made you want to scream out in pleasure. But all too soon, they were gone.

He inspected his fingers, which were now covered in your juices, before bringing them to your mouth. “Suck,” he ordered, and you eagerly complied, wrapping your lips around his fingers and moaning at the taste of yourself. “I’ll just have to fuck you quickly here, and then you’ll be begging for more next time,” he groaned and finally- finally- entered you.

He didn’t give you time to adjust to him, thrusting roughly into you. He removed his fingers from your mouth and brought his hand to your neck. He didn’t put any pressure, but he wanted you to know that he could and would if you decided to get mouthy with him.

Your hands gripped the edge of the desk you were sitting on, your knuckles turning white. Your eyes started to close in pleasure as his hips slammed into yours, but they shot open as he tightened his grip on your throat. “Look at me. I want to see you when you cum,” he ordered, and you nodded the best you could.

“Yes sir!” you cried out, unsure of what else to say.

Seemingly satisfied with your answer, Aaron released your throat and moved his hand down so that he was stimulating your clit. You could feel the coil in your stomach tighten as your legs started to twitch. Aaron took this as motivation to slam into you even harder, relishing each time you gasped out his name.

His pace was unforgiving, leaving you gasping for air. Keeping your eyes open was a challenge, but you were able to do it with his soft mutters of praise. “Even brats like you can be good girls,” he groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. “You just need somebody to fuck it into you.”

You were unable to respond coherently, so you just settled on begging even more, although you weren’t sure what you were begging for exactly. Aaron seemed to know, and he sped up his fingers against your clit. You wanted to scream out for him, but your voice wasn’t working. “What did I say before?” he asks roughly. “If you want something, ask for it.”

“Please… please can I cum?” you cried out, feeling yourself getting close to the edge. “Please let me cum around your cock!”

He nodded in approval and you had to muffle yourself in his neck to keep quiet. He fucked you through your orgasm, the overstimulation almost too much, but it wasn’t long before he was moaning your name, and you felt him fill you.

The two of you stayed like that for a few moments, both breathing heavily as the situation started to sink in. You just let a guy almost 15 years older than you that you just met fuck you in an empty classroom, and you really enjoyed it. Aaron, on the other hand, looked like he was going through a full crisis.

He pulled out of you slowly, and you winced at the feeling. He pulled up his pants quickly. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, looking around the empty classroom. “I don’t have anything good to clean you up with.” A box of kleenex caught his eye and he grabbed a few tissues. It was better than nothing.

You chuckled nervously and waved it off. “It’s fine,” you promised, your voice coming out shakier than you expected, but he ignored you. He wiped the mess dripping down your thighs. You were cold. He must have noticed, because he took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders.

“Are you okay?” Aaron asked softly, and it was a full 180 from the way he had just been talking to you.

“I’m great,” you admitted honestly. “Seriously, that was… great.”

Aaron smiled at you- the first real smile he had given you all night. “It wasn’t too much?” he confirmed, and you suddenly remembered what he had said to you earlier. ...then you’ll be begging for more next time. Was he planning on a next time? You wouldn’t have minded it.

You shook your head and slowly slid off the table. You took one of the tissues and wiped up the mess that was left on the table. “Not at all. In fact, I could take more. Next time.” Your voice was light and airy. Aaron watched as you picked your underwear off the floor. There was no way you were putting those back on, not when you had no idea when the floor was last cleaned.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” he teased, eyeing you carefully.

“Well I can’t keep it if I only have your media liaison’s number,” you reminded him, your eyebrow raised. Aaron chuckled and pulled out another business card, except this time it was his. You plucked the card out of his hands and inspected it carefully. “I’ll call you sometime. You can do all those other things we didn’t have time to do.” You were on your tiptoes now, whispering in his ear. “You know… my mouth can do a lot more than just ask for things.” As you spoke, you slipped your panties into his back pocket. You just laughed as you heard a soft gasp escape his lips.

You made your way towards the door, your legs wobbling dangerously underneath you. You were sure that you looked like a mess, but you didn’t care. All that mattered to you was Aaron Hotchner’s eyes glued to your ass. “Get home safe,” he told you and you let yourself smile. Maybe it was a bad idea to start sleeping with a recent divorcee, but the sex was great and you both knew where you stood with the other person. No feelings, just fucking out your frustrations and stress.

Oh yeah, coming to this event was definitely a good call on your part.

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