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Cb!Bruce Wayne x secretary

Bruce doesn’t let secretaries stick around but he gets stuck with one very stubborn woman. And then one day/night Bruce is overwhelmed for some mission gone wrong and wallowing in his office and she comforts him.

(Not necessary to include but if it works in: He may try to tell her he’s Batman but she suggests she already knows)

Summary: (y/n) is Bruce's secretary and has been for a while, she's stuck by him even when he's tried to push her away. She stays late every night and looks after him much more than is asked of her and Bruce finally realises what's been in front of him this whole time.

Word count: 1.5K

Warnings: kissing, mentions of death and weapons, panic attack, crying?

“Mr Wayne, I have the paperwork you requested.” I walk in holding a chunky folder. Placing it down on his desk I finally look to see him with his head resting on the table, sleeping I believe. “Mr Wayne?” I ask with no response. “Mr Wayne?” I ask again louder and this time he lifts his head off of the table. “Mr Wayne, you should go home,” I suggest to him but he shakes his head.

“(y/n), I’ve got work to do, you know that and I told you to call me Bruce if you’re gonna keep sticking around.” I nod before speaking again.

“Do you need anything else?” I ask in a softer tone picking up on his mood.

“No, no, go home, it’s late.” He says checking his watch.

I nod again before exiting his office. I stick around for about another hour before making a pot of tea and laying out a tray. I make a cup of tea for him then leave the means to make another cup on the tray. I lay out a small plate on the tray and place two chocolate-covered biscuits on it.

I take the tray to his door and knock on the door before opening it and walking in.

“Mr Wayne? I’ve brought you a cup of tea and some biscuits.” I say placing the cup of tea on his desk and unloading the tray next to him.

“(y/n), why are you still here? I told you an hour ago to go home.” He says clicking the keys of his computer.

“I’m okay to stay, Mr Wayne, I’ve got nowhere to be,” I assure him with a small smile.

“You can’t keep doing this, (y/n), you do this every day, you can’t keep staying so late.”

“I’ll keep staying late whilst you do, sir,” I reply. “I’ll go home when you do,” I say taking the empty tray, pressed up against my chest out of the room.

“(y/n).” He shouts after me but I keep walking out of the door. I tuck behind the door and chuckle quietly to myself like a schoolgirl with a crush as I hear him sigh.

Walking off to finish my work I place the tray down in the kitchen, grabbing myself the cup of coffee I made when I made his tea earlier.

Sitting at my desk I can only hear silence, that is until 12:03 am every day when a mechanical sound rings out through the mansion. It used to creep me out but it’s nothing as ominous as it sounds, it’s only Bruce fooling around in the basement playing with his toys. I say toys, they’re cars and machines all painted black and fitted with an abundance of guns and weapons which reminds me of a certain masked vigilante.

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The next day, I take the usual late-night route through the kitchen to make some tea and set up the usual tray when I hear a muffled sobbing sound coming from Mr Wayne’s office.

Venturing out of the kitchen, I make my way to his office. I peek around the corner seeing him hunched over his desk with his face in his hands.

“Mr Wayne?” I ask, tentatively.

He looks up shocked to see me which reveals his distraught face. His face is stained with tears, his eyes red and puffy and his breathing is ragged and uneven. He scrunches his eyes and sucks in a quick breath before he rubs his face with his hands and starts gripping his hair.

“Sir!” I say watching him pull on his hair. “Stop pulling your hair, please.” I walk over to him quickly and sit in the chair opposite. I place my hands on top of his and he slowly stops. “Mr Wayne,” I say, gently removing his hands from his head and placing them on the table with my hands on top of his. “Breathe,” I say in a calming tone trying to get him to breathe with me.

After a few minutes, his breathing slows down and he is generally calmer now.

“Mr Wayne,” I pause still holding onto his hands. “What’s wrong?” I ask gently.

“I told you to call me Bruce.” He says in a monotone voice I didn’t expect him to speak in. His voice doesn’t waver like I expected it’s merely the same as usual.

“Bruce…What’s wrong?” I ask again swapping out the name.

“I messed up.” He says shaking his head, looking anywhere but my eyes.

“Why? What did you do?” I ask, now panicked by his panic but I’ve got to keep a calm front to help the both of us.

“I could’ve gotten everyone killed, I nearly got everyone killed.” He says mindlessly babbling to himself. I rub my thumbs over his hands trying to keep him calm. “I nearly got you killed, you could’ve been killed.” He says finally looking into my eyes and flipping our hands over.

“I’m fine though.” I say tears starting to brim my eyes, I hate seeing him like this. “I’m not dead.” I say with a small chuckle but he doesn’t seem to find it very funny.

“I could’ve gotten you killed. I’m so sorry.” He says standing up and leaning forward to engulf me in his arms. At first, I’m caught off guard but then I hug him back. “I’m sorry.” He says pulling apart from me and then sitting back down in his chair as if nothing has happened. “I’ll send you three months' pay. You don’t have to work here anymore.” He says with his head resting on his hands.

“You don’t need to, I don’t want to leave.” I say with an attempted smile. “I want to stay,”

“I’m firing you, (y/n).” He says with a straight face and I feel my heart break slightly. “You don’t have to work here anymore.”

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Last night was a tough one, for sure/

I put on my usual uniform outfit for work and head to the mansion even though he fired me. With my usual black trousers and white shirt, I use my set of keys and let myself in. It’s early so Bruce won’t be awake yet just like usual. Following my normal routine of discarding my stuff and getting to work then head down to my office to get on with my work. A couple of hours later is when he usually wakes up so I walk down to the kitchen to make Bruce breakfast.

For some reason, all the cooks, butlers and servants got fired by Bruce a while ago, and so did I but I didn’t leave so now I manage all of their jobs.

I fry some bacon and scramble some eggs whilst putting two pieces of bread in the toaster. A few minutes into cooking the breakfast I hear a husky voice from behind me.

“(y/n)?” He asks and I can hear him rolling his eyes. “What are you doing here? I thought I fired you?” He asks and he sounds hungover.

“Have you been drinking, Bruce?” I ask turning around and walking towards him. “Are you ill?” I ask pressing my hand to his forehead and missing the look on his face. “You haven’t got a temperature,” I say removing my hand from his forehead, suddenly noticing that he’s only wearing a dressing gown.

“I love you.” He blurts out and I can only stare forward not knowing how to react.

“I’ll get you some water, to sober you up,” I say after a few moments walking over to the sink.

“(y/n), I’m not drunk.” He says walking over to me by the sink with a tired tone of voice.

I turn around with the glass of water in hand and he leans down pressing his lips against mine. My eyes widen as I purse my lips in surprise before slowly melting into the kiss. It’s relatively short, with no dramatic breaking away for air, just a soft, sweet kiss.

“I love you, (y/n), believe me.” He almost begs as I stare at him in shock. “You stay late and get here early every day, I don’t know how you manage it. I tried to push you away, and twice now I’ve tried to fire you but you’re so stubborn you stick by me. I know it’s your job to do some of that but you’ve gone far beyond what’s asked of you and if I’m reading things wrong you can push me away, quit and I’ll keep paying your wages.”

I stand still, frozen at the heartfelt, personal confession. The possibility of him liking me back has never crossed my mind. I thought it would just be an immature crush on my boss and stay that way but it doesn’t seem to be anymore.

“I love you too,” I say quietly before wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer. I rest my head on his shoulder as I feel him let out a sigh of relief before pressing a kiss to the side of my head.

Maybe last night wasn't so bad if it ended like this.

AN: I hope you're happy with the fic from the request :)

I hope you enjoyed reading!

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rosekiller-addict · 8 months

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emberfrostlovesloki · 3 months

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Count the Cost [Emily x Reader]

Photo credits: Left (@lone-nyctophile) Center (@weemsicalweems) Right (@paracosmoon)

Prompt: An unspoken conversation rocks Emily and the reader's relationship when Prentiss gets shot on a case.

Pairing: Emily x Non-BAU!reader. The reader uses she/her pronouns.

Category: angst/comfort

Word Count: 5.1K

Content Warnings: Use of nicknames [sweetheart, love, etc.] throwing up/nausea, airports, Emily getting shot, not described in detail, hospitals [waiting rooms. IV’s, medical equipment.] brief mention of periods/chronic pain/migraines.

A/N: Hi loves! Here is another fic based on the amazing @imagining-in-the-margins January/February Writing Challenge. The dialog prompt this was based on was “There are a million reasons not to do something.” This is the fourth part of my Emily x Non-BAU!reader series. You can find Part I, Part II, and Part III here (all fics linked). However, you can read this as a standalone. You just need to know that the reader works for a senator. I had fun writing a bit of angst between these two. Of course, I hope I made the ending worth the angst. If you enjoy this fic, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! I hope you’re having a great start to your week and thanks for reading. Love Levi - ❤️

List with all stories

_y/n_ = your name

_y/l/n_ = your last name

_y/f/s_ = yuur favorite senator

_y/f/c_ = your favorite color

The tiredness and dryness of _y/n_’s eyes didn’t stop her from keeping them open. There would be no sleep on the small dark cabin airplane tonight. The early morning flight to Kansas had been as unexpected as the call from a number _y/n_ had never seen at 2:47 a.m. At first, _y/n_ had thought it was just spam, but when she listened to the nurse on the other end of the line say he was trying to reach Emily Prentiss’s emergency contact, _y/n_’s stomach dropped like a stone. _y/n_ panicked, hit answer, and with a shaky voice said, “This is _y/n_ _y/l/n_. What’s happened to Emily?” There was a pause as the nurse took a moment to properly identify _y/n_, who was standing up and pacing with worry. Finally, the nurse replied, ‘Miss Prentiss was brought into the hospital about a half hour ago. She’s been shot.” _y/n_ nearly dropped the phone and said, “Shot! Shot where? Is she seriously injured, is there anyone there with her like law enforcement? She has a dangerous job. Someone might be after her. Try to kill her even.” _y/n_ realized that the last question was stupid because, generally, if you shot at someone, you were trying to kill them. But _y/n_’s thoughts were too paranoid and catastrophized to notice more than that. There was a pause that only deepened _y/n_’s fear. Finally, the man on the other end of the line replied, “Miss Prentiss was shot in the shoulder, has remained unconscious, and has lost a significant amount of blood. We aren’t sure about the type of bullet. And we can’t speak about anyone else on the hospital grounds, ma’am. The hospital is aware of Miss Prentiss’s situation.” _y/n_ took that to mean that they knew Em was an FBI agent. At this point, with _y/n_ knowing that Emily was hurt, potentially significantly, without any idea if she was alone or not, convinced _y/n_ that she should get to the hospital as soon as possible. Even if it meant having to phone bank, raise funds for the campaign, and edit _y/n_’s _y/f/s_ speeches in a hospital waiting room. This was the first time that Emily had been in serious, medical danger since _y/n_ and Prentiss had started dating. Sure, Em had come home once with a few cuts and scraps from a fall or a scrap with an unsub. Fights that Emily always won, it seemed. But this, _y/n_ didn’t know what to do about this, as she threw some clothes into a backpack along with some work stuff.

_y/n_ sat on the edge of her bed, the room illuminated by a single lamp, as _y/n_ looked for the earliest flight to Topek, Kansas. _y/n_ had at least had the foresight to ask for the name of the hospital from the nurse before saying that she’d be there as soon as possible. It seemed like a miracle that there was a flight leaving for Kansas at 5:00 a.m. that morning. It was a blessing, but the price of the ticket and the circumstances under which _y/n_ had to book them were like a living purgatory or limbo. Time seemed to barely pass. _y/n_ got to the airport, moved through security, and then waited for the plane to land on the tarmac. _y/n_ sent a hasty email to work letting them know that an emergency had come up, but that she’d brought her computer with her and could be accessed through email or her cell after she landed. The flight from D.C. to Kansas was no better for _y/n_’s nerves. _y/n_ had put on her comfiest _y/f/c_ sweater and kept ordering coffee after bland and burnt coffee. The acid taste of the hot liquid left _y/n_ feeling queasy and by the third hour of the flight, she was ready to be on the ground again. That wouldn’t happen for another hour and a half. Once in the Topeka airport, _y/n_ moved to the bathroom and threw up. The nerves and too much caffeine had that effect that made her body reject anything trying to keep it going. It was one of _y/n_ least favorite things about herself.

Emily had been so worried one day after a very stressful workday when y/n_ had to run to the bathroom and threw up. Em had pulled y/n_’s hair back and then handed her a cool damp towel to run over her face. After _y/n_ had rinsed her mouth and sat back down on the bathroom floor to take a few breaths, Emily sat down across from her in the small space. Prentiss took hold of _y/n_ delicate hands and asked, “What’s wrong, love? Are you sick?” _y/n_ let out a sigh and said, “I’m not sick, sick. This happens pretty often actually. When I get very stressed, it just kind of happens.” Emily nodded and said, “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. That has to be awful.” _y/n_ shrugged and replied, “You get kind of used to it, I guess.” Prentiss squeezed her hand and said, “Well how about we get off these cold tiles and make you a cup of ginger tea to settle your stomach?” _y/n_ nodded and accepted Emiy’s hand up. That was one thing about Em that _y/n_ would never get over, just how caring her girlfriend was. The warm memory washed over _y/n_, and she was reminded that Emily was now in a hospital somewhere, possibly alone. This thought had _y/n_ get up quickly and rinse her mouth in the bathroom sink. _y/n_ grabbed her backpack and moved outside, flagging down a cab. She told the driver the name of the hospital to take her to. The closer they got to the hospital, the more anxious _y/n_ got. She was almost buzzing in her seat. She was also feeling sick with worry, but there was no time for that now. At the hospital, _y/n_ paid the driver and moved into the bright light of the room.

_y/n_ hadn’t gotten a follow-up call from the place of healing which made _y/n_ assume that Emily hadn’t taken a turn for the worse, but there was still a huge amount of dread as she approached the front desk. The charge nurse looked up at her and said, “How can I help you miss?” _y/n_ wrung her hands together and said, “My name is _y/n_, _y/l/n_. The hospital called me a couple of hours ago about my partner being shot. Emily Prentiss? Is she okay? I came as quickly as I could.” The woman gave her a soft smile and replied, “Let me check with the doctor for a moment. I’ll be right back.” _y/n_ stood and waited. The bright lights in hospitals always put _y/n_ on edge. She was more of a lamp and soft light person. Sometimes, when the lights were bright like these, _y/n_ could hear the electricity above. _y/n_ waited with anticipation when a slightly familiar voice called out, “_y/n_? Is that you?” _y/n_ whipped her head around and saw the bright colors of Penelope Garcia. A flood of relief washed over _y/n_, and she nearly ran to Emily’s team member. Penelope opened her arms and _y/n_ nearly fell into them. Garcia enveloped her in a hug, saying, “Sweetheart, what are you doing here?” _y/n_ felt the panicky feeling bubble up in her and said, “I got a call from the hospital. We’re each other's emergency contacts. It sounded bad so I came right away.” An older man, whom _y/n_ had never seen before said, “I guess y’all haven’t had the talk yet.” _y/n_ lifted her face from Penelope’s shoulder and asked, “What talk?” Garcia let _y/n_ go slightly and turned her toward the man, saying, “_y/n_, meet David Rossi.” Dave gave the young woman a small smile and extended his hand saying, “_y/n_ it’s nice to finally meet you. Emily talks about you all the time.” Rossi didn’t mince his words, as he added, “You make her very happy. I’m sure she’ll be glad to know that you’re here.” _y/n_ nodded, taking his hand in hers. Now that she was here, _y/n_ was beginning to feel better, but there was still the worry, and now _y/n_ had more questions than before. _y/n_ started with the big thing, asking, “Is Emily alright? The charge nurse was just going to check for me.” Rossi let out a sigh and said, “The last we heard the doctor in charge of her care was trying to stabilize her.” _y/n_ nodded and processed the information. The next thing _y/n_ asked, because her head was buzzing with many thoughts, and not all of them were as important as the rest. So _y/n_ just asked, “What’s ‘the talk’ Emily and I were supposed to have had by this point?”

Before Rossi had a chance to say that was a conversation that should probably happen between Emily and _y/n_, Aaron and the doctor emerged from a hallway that led into the hospital's interior. _y/n_ didn’t recognize either man, but the members of the BAU team present, Rossi, Spencer, and Penelope seemed to. Everyone turned to the two men and waited with bated breath for information. The doctor approached the group and Aaron moved to the left flank of the team. The somber leader of the BAU noticed the new edition to the party immediately but didn’t want to cut off the doctor’s statement. There would be time for questions later. Doctor Smith took a breath before saying, “Miss Prentiss is more stable now. She left a significant amount of blood and the bullet was lodged in her left shoulder. The shot was dangerously close to her carotid artery, thus the excess loss of blood. However, I’ve managed to dislodge the bullet. It was a 9mm soft point bullet. The damage could have been much worse. I gave her a transfusion and stabilized the wound. She should make a full recovery. It will take time but she should be okay if she takes things slow. I’ll let you see her when she wakes in a few hours. I’ve given Miss Prentiss a mild sedative for now.” The doctor walked away to speak to a nurse nearby. The team seemed to instantly relax, but _y/n_ didn’t take the news so well. _y/n_was shocked to hear what Emily had been through, the pain, and the near-death experience of her partner The suddenly relaxed attitude of the team also surprised _y/n_. How the group could suddenly be so calm was beyond her. _y/n_ wanted to say something, but she was cut off by the last man that she didn’t know in the group. By his demeanor and solemnity, _y/n_ had to guess that the man was the leader of the BAU, Agent Aaron Hotchener. _y/n_ was proven right when the tall man said, “Hello. I’m Aaron Hotchner. I assume you’re _y/n_?” _y/n_ nodded and Aaron took on a look of understanding. With a tone that was slightly softer than his normal demanding voice, he said, “Can you give the team a few minutes to talk, alone?” _y/n_ wanted to protest, but then realized that this was all their job, she was just here. Emily was alive, and there wasn’t more she could do here until Em woke up. _y/n_ sat down in an uncomfortable chair. The tiredness seemed to hit her all at once and _y/n_ closed her eyes. She was too far away to hear what the BAU members were saying, but the tone was serious. After the conversation, _y/n_ watched as Spencer and Rossi left the hospital. This left Aaron and Penelope standing in the hallway. _y/n_ watched as Agent Hotchner put a hand on Garcia’s shoulder, said a few words, and then pulled a cell phone from his black slacks and took a call.

Garcia moved toward _y/n_ and sat next to her. The normally bright and spunky tech wizard held out a hand for _y/n_ to hold and anchor to. _y/n_ took it and sniffled. _y/n_ asked, “I thought you didn’t go on cases, Penelope? At least, that’s what Emily said.” Gacia smiled and replied, “I don’t normally go on cases, no. They needed my tech skills in person on this one. I’m happy Hotch, Aaron, asked me to come because I was able to find Emily in time.” _y/n_ squeezed Penelope’s hand. She knew that Garcia was as upset about what had happened to Em as she was. _y/n_ knew the whole team was, even those not at the hospital. However, Penelope showed that concern more openly. _y/n_, like Garcia wore their heart on her sleeve. _y/n_ looked at the technical analyst and asked, “Can you tell me how you found her? Is the um…” _y/n_ tried to remember the word for unsub, and it clicked. “...unsub been caught yet?” Gacia gave _y/n_ a small sad smile and said, “I can’t tell you, _y/n_. The investigation is still ongoing. I know it’s frustrating, but I can’t say.” _y/n_ nodded in understanding. In some ways, it was annoying but more than anything it was just difficult. Up until that point, Emily’s job had been something exciting to talk about. And _y/n_ did worry about her when she was on a case, but Em had never been seriously wounded while they had been together yet. But now the possibility that Emily could die, could be stripped from _y/n_ forever, every time she stepped out the door to a case, became a possibility. This was a new kind of dread that _y/n_ realized she was going to have to live with. That possibility felt like the discomfort of knowing a period was coming next week. And that menstruation could be better or worse or not happen at all some months, but the possibility was always there. At least until menopause. Or if someone had migraines or other chronic pain. _y/n_ realized how gross and juvenile those comparisons were, but it was the best her brain could come up with at the moment. There was a shift when Aaron came back, the phone still in his hand and pressed to his ear. The tall man walked up to Penelope and said, “Garcia, Morgan has a question for you.” Penelope stood and took the phone from Hotch and moved over to the corner where he had just been standing. The hospital was pretty crowded and the chair Gacia had just vacated was one of the only ones open. Hotch looked down at Emily’s girlfriend. The woman had a look on her face of understanding of what a job at the BAU really meant. Aaron pulled _y/n_ from those thoughts when he asked, “May I sit here?” _y/n_’s eyes snapped to his firm ones, and she said, “Of course, Mr. Hotchner, Agent Hotchner?” _y/n_ strumbled through the possible names to call him. Neither she had tried to work. The man let out a small breath that might have been a laugh as he said, “You can just call me Hotch, or Aaron.” There was a small silence before Aaron said, “It’s nice to meet you, _y/n_. I wish it was under better circumstances than this.” _y/n_ nodded and said, “It’s nice to meet you too, Aaron.” The next half hour was spent making small talk and _y/n_ looking at her hands or the hands of the clock slowly ticking by. As the time moved, the dread returned and Aaron could feel it like a weight on _y/n_’s frame.

Hotch understood. Not from _y/n_’s point of view, but the other way around. He knew how it felt to leave Haley and Jack and not know if he’d see them again. He knew how those feelings for Haley had been so great that she had to step away. He didn’t blame her for that. It was clearly all new to _y/n_ and he softly said, “It’s not fair.” _y/n_ looked over at him and said in a weary voice, “What do you mean?” Hotch shifted in the chair and sighed very softly before saying, “It’s not fair for the people who stay behind. I can’t speak for Emily, but I know she understands that too.” Feeling slightly defeated by the circumstances and new reality, _y/n_ replied, “I was living in a fantasy world where she never got hurt, and that’s been shattered for me. I know fantasies are silly things and we don’t live in them, but I’m not sure how to deal with this kind of uncertainty.” _y/n_ turned and Aaron, the man Emily had spoken so highly of as the fearless leader of the team, was looking right at her. Not just right at her, but right into her, with an understanding that _y/n_ was unaware was possible. _y/n_ suddenly understood why the man was so respected. Hotch replied, “I think that’s a conversation you should have with Emily. That’s the best advice I can offer you.” It was with that last full conversation they shared before the doctor returned and told them that Emily was up now. They both stood up, and _y/n_ realized that Aaron was going to need to speak to her alone. Emily probably had some information that he needed. Hotch turned and said, already a step ahead of _y/n_, “I’ll make it as quick as possible, _y/n_. You’ll see her soon.” _y/n_ nodded. The anxiety came back to the surface. She spent the next forty-five minutes pacing the waiting room and counting the ceiling tiles.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a nurse came back and led _y/n_ to the back of the hospital. _y/n_ watched from the closed blinds as the shadow of Hotch stood from a chair near the shadow of the bed and the medical equipment. He opened the door and held it open so _y/n_ could slip into the small room. _y/n_ looked at Aaron and they exchanged a brief nonverbal “thank you” with each other. Once the door was closed, all _y/n_ could think of was Emily. _y/n_ rushed into the room and to her bedside. The brunette turned her head to see _y/n_ and tried to fake a smile. _y/n_ saw right through it as she sat down in the chair and took Em’s hands in hers. Prentiss had an IV in her arm and there were multiple monitors attached to her chest. Then there was the large bandage wrapped around Emily’s left shoulder. _y/n_ could see it under the flimsy hospital gown covering Em’s body. _y/n_ took a second to look Prentiss over and then asked, “How are you feeling, please don’t try and make it sound better than it is because, to be honest, you look rough.” Emily let out a shaky breath that _y/n_ knew to be a laugh. The sound could make _y/n_ cry at that moment. _y/n_ did start crying once Em started talking. Her voice was hoarser than usual and it sounded thin, but Prentiss said with sincerity, “Well I’m on a lot of drugs, so I don’t feel anything too much right now. Even with that being the case, my shoulder feels like a mountain either got dropped on it, or something burst out of it like Aliens or something. And there are some scrapes and bruises from when I fell.” _y/n_ nodded along noting how pale Em looked. _y/n_ was amazed that Prentiss could even speak as coherently as she was. It was a reminder that Emily could be tough as nails. However, _y/n_ could see the hints of pain in the corner of Emily’s eyes and the firm line of her mouth. She also looked tired. _y/n_ knew there needed to be some conversation between them to address what had happened with her injuries and _y/n_ being there at the hospital. Prentiss had seemed surprised almost when _y/n_ walked through the door, though it was clear that Aaron had told Em that she was there. Deciding to postpone that conversation for when Emily was a bit stronger, or at least in less pain, _y/n_ said, “Why don’t you rest for a while, Em? I’ll be here when you wake up.” Emily nodded and closed her eyes. The only sounds in the room were the soft beeping of the machines in the room and _y/n_ and Em’s soft breathing while both of them rested.

An hour or so later the doctor came back and checked on Emily’s vitals and administered another dose of the various medications Em was on. A nurse also raised the head of the bed and promised to bring Emily some food. Once the medical professionals were gone, _y/n_ looked at Emily. They were both slightly refreshed in a way, and with the prospect of food on the way it gave them a timeline of something happening. It was helpful because time in a hospital just seemed to stretch on forever. Lunch provided a definite finite point in space. Both Em and _y/n_ just knew that their conversation was going to at least start before Prentiss’s food arrived. _y/n_ started the dialog by asking the hard question, “Am I not supposed to be here, Em? Is there something I’ve missed? The team seemed very surprised I guess when I showed up.” Emily, with her piercing eyes, looked at _y/n_ and sighed, knowing she couldn’t avoid this talk forever. She replied, “No _y/n_, it’s okay that you’re here. If it wasn’t, Aaron or Rossi would have sent you away by now. It’s just they didn’t expect you. Partners don’t normally come to see an agent until after the case is over.” _y/n_ furrowed her brow and said, “But how would I know that, Em? You never told me that. I just heard that you were hurt, maybe seriously, and I didn’t know if you were alone. How could I not jump to be here with you?” Emily nodded, knowing this wasn’t on _y/n_ and wanting to reassure her. Prentiss said, “_y/n_, you didn’t know because we haven’t had that conversation yet.” _y/n_ bit her lip wondering if this was “the talk” that they hadn’t had yet. _y/n_ released her lip from her mouth and asked uncertainly, “Em we’re almost five months into this relationship, what is this important conversation we haven’t had yet?”

Em could see that this lack of information was distressing to _y/n_ and Emily said, “The conversation about what happens if I get hurt. If I die doing this job.” _y/n_’s eyes widened and she said, “That seems like a pretty important conversation to have. I mean, we’ve talked about the risks. I just assumed that if the hospital called I should come.” Emily looked at _y/n_ and replied, “It’s not always that easy, _y/n_. Sometimes they can’t tell you. Even if it’s bad. So bad that I might not make it. If the hospital does call, like I said, most people just wait until the case is over, or their partner lets them know.” _y/n_ struggled to process the information and said, “So if the hospital, or you, or Garcia tell me you’re seriously hurt like shot in the arm say, I just have to wait and see what happens? If that’s the norm, why didn’t you tell me that, Em?” Emily listened to the desperation in _y/n_’s voice, at the fear of being left out of such important information. Meanwhile, _y/n_ struggled to comprehend having to just wait and see for something as important as Emily’s life to be had or lost. Finding out that Emily being shot had nearly put _y/n_ into a downward spiral, having to just wait and hear if the love of _y/n_’s life had made it or not at the end of a case seemed unsurmountable. It was asking too much. Em watched these emotions play out on _y/n_’s face, and _y/n_’s expression of what she was being asked was why she had avoided this conversation for so long. Because the reality of what loving an FBI agent entailed often sent people running in another direction. To something or someone more stable. A place where the likelihood of pain and uncertainty was far less. Prentiss swallowed and said, “I let you down, _y/n_. By not telling you this earlier. At how much of a sacrifice this is. I didn’t tell you because I had been so lucky that I hadn’t been hurt before. At least not when I was with you. I suppose I was naive and just hoped my luck would keep going, but it didn’t. I also didn’t tell you because when that conversation happens it forces people to choose whether or not this is something they can take. I was careless with your feelings by not telling you. I just love you so much that I couldn’t think about losing you because of that conversation. I’m sorry, _y/n_. I’m sorry for putting you through this the way I did. What happens from here is up to you, _y/n_. If you don’t think you can take that stress, I understand. You just have to count the cost of if it’s worth being with me and understanding how it works sometimes. Just know that every time I step into the bullpen, or onto the plane, I’m thinking of you. I’m thinking of making the world a safer place for you.”

Emily realized that she wasn’t letting _y/n_ get a word in edgewise, because she was afraid of what _y/n_ might say or do. But it was up _y/n_ now, and Emily thought that perhaps _y/n_ was going to get up and leave right then and there. It had happened to her once before. _y/n_ sat silently in her chair and closed her eyes wondering if she could take it. _y/n_ did feel like Emily had kept this from her, but it had been out of a fear of losing her. Their relationship flashed through _y/n_’s mind and the love, passion, and warmth filled _y/n_ nearly to the brim. She tried to compare it to the anxiety she had felt and would feel in the future if Emily got hurt again. As painful the uncertainty was, the love outweighed the fear, and _y/n_ looked at Em and said, “There are a million reasons not to do something. A million reasons why you didn’t want to have this talk with me, a million reasons why I could walk away, but I just need one reason to stay, and that’s you, Emily Prentiss. I’m picking you. I’m going to pick you every time. But no more secrets. No more missed conversations. If we’re going to make this work for the long run, which is what I want, then we have to be honest with each other. Even if it’s conversations that are painful.” Em nodded with tears in her eyes as she said, “You’re everything to me _y/n_. I promise to tell you everything. The good and the bad, there won’t be any more surprises. I’ve never met anyone so willing to love me. To choose me over the uncertainty.” _y/n_ leaned in and kissed Em’s hand. She would kiss Em all over if it wouldn’t hurt her.

Their brief moment of intimacy was interrupted by the nurse bringing in a plate of soft foods for Emily. _y/n_ pulled back, and the woman looked at them for a moment before setting the tray on the bed. The older woman said, “Make sure to use your right hand only. You shouldn’t move your left arm or shoulder at all.” Emily looked at the stern woman and nodded. With that missive, the nurse left them again. _y/n_ watched as Emily attempted to poke at some jello with a spoon unsuccessfully. _y/n_ couldn’t help but chuckle and Em looked at her saying, “Hey, no laughing at me. I’m injured.” _y/n_ fixed her face and said, “Well then let me help you because that jello is fighting for its life right now.” That comment had Em laugh slightly and it felt good to have their dynamic closer to their normal. Em teased, “Hey I’m a big girl. I think I can handle it.” _y/n_ sighed and took the spoon from Prentiss’s hand as _y/n_ said, “Listen, love, you’re the bravest person I know. We just had a brave conversation, now I just need you to be brave enough to let me help you, okay?” Em smiled and gave in saying, “Okay love, and for the record, you’re pretty brave yourself.” Though their relationship had been rocked, momentarily, their foundation was strong, built on trust and love that could endure hard storms and conversations. _y/n_ and Em were affirmed of their love for each other as Em allowed _y/n_ to feed her in an intimate act of caring.

That evening when Morgan and Penelope moved back to the hospital to check on their teammate, Derek asked, “You really think Prentiss didn’t tell _y/n_ about coming during cases?” Garcia replied, “She couldn’t have, or why else would _y/n_ have shown up here?” Morgan nodded and said, “Well I bet that was a tough conversation.” The pair moved to Emily’s room and stopped. Inside the darkened space, they could see Emily sleeping while holding _y/n_’s hand. _y/n_’s head was resting on the edge of the bed and they both seemed to be at peace. Penelope softly said, “Maybe it wasn’t so hard after all.” Pen let out a sigh and said, “Let’s get a coffee or something, we should let them rest.” Derek agreed, and they let the couple rest and recuperate in the love they had for each other.

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shaydeoffical · 11 months

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Demon Slayer x Plus Size Fem!Reader: Clubbing AU

Intro: It’s Friday night and classes are out for the weekend. (Y/n) and her friends are hitting the club and confessing their deepest feelings for each other. Join (Y/n) as she navigates her feelings, body, and drunkenness on a night that could change her life.

Tags: Partying, Confessions, Chubby body, Chubby reader, Fat Reader, Plus Size Reader, Demon Slayer AU, Happy Endings, Giyuu, Shinobu, Genya, Kyojuro Rengoku.

Warnings: Drunkenness, alcohol, body image, creeps at the bar.

Notes: Big thanks to @the-secret-thief and @heartfeltcierra for helping me edit and encouraging me to post again! I hope you all love the new story.

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“You’re shaking, are you nervous or excited?” Shinobu winged my eyeliner, her hand resting on my stomach as she balanced the liner on both sides. The bathroom in Giyu and Tanjiro’s home had terrible lighting, so Shinobu was inches from my face, pressing me closer to the light over the sink.

“Both?” My breath hitches in my throat, my white knuckles gripping the sink counter harder as Shinobu and Mitsuri giggle.

“Don’t be so worried.” Mitsuri played with the hem of her skirt. “You guys are going to have an awesome road trip.”

“I haven’t left campus except to come here, or visit home. Plus, you can’t predict how things will go at a new club.” Flashes of my cousin’s recording me on my twenty-first birthday, roll through my mind. I suck my stomach in, taking a deep breath before laughing. “God, I’m really killing the vibe. I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re just expressing what we all are thinking.” Kanae slips into the room, and it takes everything to keep my lips off the floor. She’s in a skin-tight lilac sleeveless dress, with a sheer butterfly shawl over top.

“Wow.” Mitsuri studies the glitter in her eyes and the highlight on her cheek. She had graduated from college last year and was working on her master’s degree, so she still liked to go out with us. “You’re stunning.”

“Thank you. You all look amazing.” Kanae winked at me, and I was frozen to my spot long enough for Shinobu to finish.

“There, beautiful.” Shinobu’s eyes never left mine, she ran her hands down my dress. It was a pink dress covered in hearts, Mitsuri had made it a point that we needed to match. While hers was loose and billowed around her body, mine was a little too big at the chest, and tight in the arms. But the fabric was forgiving, and she was so happy for us to match and I was just so happy to support a brand with a wide size range….

“You’re spacing out.” Shinobu pulled me off the sink and made me spin. “I know you love to dance, you’re going to have fun.”

“Why are we partying before a road trip?” I groaned hearing bass start to pound from outside… Kyojuro was defiantly waiting for us.

“Because it’s ladies' night.” Kanae smiled, wiggling her finger back and forth. We filed out of the washroom, and down the steps to the living room. The house was clean and simple, like a crisp spring in the morning. Their Uncle Uro had let them stay here during school. He was a teacher for the remote students, so he stayed in his office more often than not. That’s considering how often he was away at conferences, like tonight.

“Wow.” Tanjiro’s smile widened. “You all look lovely.” Kanao was beside him on the sofa, the two surrounded by books and loose papers.

“Be safe tonight,” Kanao whispered, turning back to her notes quickly.

“We will. Giyu will be looking after us.” I teased as the dark-haired man emerged from the downstairs bathroom. He was wearing a button-up, with all the buttons latched as they should, and a pair of black slacks.

“Of course.” He tinged red, and the front door opened, all our focus going to Kyojuro and Obanai.

“Hey, guys.” Mitsuri doesn’t miss a beat greeting the other half of the group. Now we were just missing-

“Oi, why are y’all so slow?” Sanemi bellowed from his car, laying on the horn. The only one not cringing was Kyo, who was way too focused on, me.

“Hey! We’re coming alright.” Shinobu growled, grabbing my arm and pulling me along. “We’re riding with Kyo, right?”

“Yeah.” I barely slipped my shoes on and clasped Kyojuro’s hand to have him follow along.

“(Y/N), you look amazing.” He didn’t need to be dragged, as he lopped arms with me and kept pace with Shinobu.

“Alright, here we go.” I laughed as they rushed to the red SUV. “Thank you Kyo, I feel good.” He smiled, and even in the dark the way his eyes crinkled made my heart race.

“Dibs on the back!” Shinobu opened the back door and tucked me inside like a cop, holding my head and everything. While she was studying medicine like Kanae, she might have had an affinity for criminal justice. She wasn’t strong, but she knew how to command a room and stay calm in a hard situation. Like the time we had to dissect a frog and it started to move….she might have quickly poisoned it, but it was quick and painless.

After more of a ruckus, everyone was in their cars and on their way to the club. Kyo looked back before we took off, he reached back and rubbed my knee and I swatted at his hand. “Kyo.” The smile that spread on my face was infectious as he grinned back at me.

“Ach hem.” Giyu had crawled into the front seat and was feeling infected with a smile. “Let’s follow Sanemi before he leaves us in the dust.”

“Is Genya coming this time?” Shinobu hummed, holding my hand and encouraging me to relax back into the seat.

“I think so.” Kyo then nodded. “I see his mohawk in the back seat.”

“They put him between Mitsuri and Obanai, how cruel.” I sighed, Kyo passing back a bottle of rum…my favorite brand.

“He’s abrasive.” Shinobu opens the bottle and then hands it to me. I take a long swig, and she follows suit. “But, I was the younger sister tagging along when I turned twenty-one. It’s a rite of passage.”

“I suppose.” I take another drink and pass the bottle to Giyu who takes a quick sniff of the bottle before taking a smooth gulp.

“Good choice Kyo. Did you pick it with someone in mind?” Giyu pointed his head back at me, and I nervously laughed, shrinking into Shinobu. It had been our pre-game choice since I mentioned liking it last year. There was no reason to call Kyo out now. I thought Kyojuro would deny it or make an offhand comment, but he didn’t.

“Why yes. (Y/N).” Kyo grins, shifting his car to the next gear. My heart was already racing, but now it was flying.

“So, Sanemi and Kyo are the designated drivers tonight.” I could feel heat settle on my cheeks, and a sense of weightlessness hit my limbs. Oh, to dream.

“Yup, they are.” Shinobu was still cuddled next to me, nuzzling her head on mine, our hair was gathering static and handing straight up, so I smoothed it.

“It’s not me for once.” Giyu could have been described as bitter at this moment, but the truth was he didn’t trust just anyone to D.D. Especially if I was volunteering. He really didn’t trust my driving and with good reason. Drunk or not, I tuckered myself out way too easily at the club and was always super sleepy at the end. Kyo verged on the same, but he knew when to hold back.

“We’re here.” Kyo parks, and we tuck the bottle under the back seat and hop out of the car.

“(Y/N)! Save me!” Mitsuri ran into my arms. I caught her with a slight wobble to my steps, thankfully Giyu was behind me and gave me a boost forward.

“What’s wrong?” I pet her hair. Most of the group went on to buy our wristbands. “Did someone hurt you?”

Kanae stayed back and whispered in my ear. “Genya ignored her and started to growl. So, she’s a little worked up.”

“He’s going to pay.” Obanai was muttering to himself, and I couldn’t help but think that Mitsuri might not be the only one needing saving tonight.

“Let’s get inside. How about that?” I offered.

“Yeah. Let’s have some fun?” Kanae was my backup, grabbing Obanai and following behind me as we got to the front.

The bouncer looked at my I.D. and then huffed. “You clean up nice.” He smirked, putting a band around my wrist.

“Um, thank you.” I looked into the club, mist scattered across the floor, and as expected, there were ladies in large amounts.

“(Y/N)! Over here.” Kyojuro waved me to the dance floor, a drink in his hand.

“On my way,” I called back to him. There was a large dance floor, with plenty of flashing lights and cool patterns to make me dizzy. But first, I needed to set my purse down with the losers who wouldn’t dance.

“There you guys are. Gosh, what took so long.” Genya was the one complaining this time. Sanemi and Kanae were sneaking off to make out, no doubt. Those two didn’t seem compatible, but there they were, just behind the speaker swapping more than secrets. “What are you staring at?” Genya took over my vision, and I yelped stepping back. Why was he so close, and why did he smell so good?

“Nothing.” I shivered, rubbing my mostly bare arms…fuck cap sleeves.

“Here.” He shoved a bottle into my hand. “I got this for you.”

I looked closer and it was a wine cooler, in my favorite flavor. How did he know? “Thank you Genya, this was very sweet.” I reminded myself he was still learning how to act in adult spaces…and it’s not like he had a solid role model in Sanemi.

“Will you, drink one with me?” he held up another cooler and uncapped it.

“Of course.” I break the seal on mine and undo the lid. “To tonight.”

“To tonight.” He nodded and we both downed the drink. While we should have been doing shots, this was cute. He was so sweet, and I’d go as far as to say thoughtfully. While I trusted him, he still left it sealed…

“(Y/N)! Come dance with us.” Shinobu was dancing with Kyojuro, pulling me towards her like a rope. Giyu was standing close by as my bodyguard, as usual.

“Come on, let’s dance Genya.” I tugged him with me and got to the dance floor.

“I can’t dance.” He whispered.

“Well, just watch us for a minute, and bob to the music,” I instructed, joining my favorite people.

The song changed, it was just words at first, then the beat slowly started to build up, with each new sound, I added a movement. Starting with my hips, working up my arms to my head, and back to my legs. Without noticing, I fully submerged myself into the music, my eyes shut tight, but I could see everything I needed to.

“Those hips don’t lie,” Kyojuro whispered in my ear, breaking my concentration long enough to get behind me and bump a stranger from joining us.

“No, they don’t.” I see Giyu had also turned away a few people from our group. I see Shinobu was still dancing with us, and Genya had loosened up a little and was using his arms and hips to dance.

Another song comes on, and we kept dancing, and drinking our collective body weight in rum. Soon Obanai and Mitsuri pulled us off the dance floor to do some test-tube shots. I was more than ready for another round of shots.

“I have an idea before we just take these.” Mitsuri put the bottom between her lips and balanced it. “We Ta-E iT li-E T-is.” She grabbed Obanai and kneeled In Front of him and lined up the tube to his lips, before pushing him down and letting him swallow it whole.

“No way.” Genya walked away.

“I wanna! (Y/N), do me.” Shinobu offered me the vile, her hand lingering on mine.

“No, me.” Mitsuri volunteered.

“Huh, she isn’t doing anyone but me.” Genya turned around, puffing out his chest.

“How about she do Giyu?” Obanai licked his lips. “ I can do you.” He looked at Mitsuri with narrowed eyes that kept daring the rest of us to offer to sensually pour booze down her throat.

“(Y/n), who do you want to do your shot?” Kanae snuck up behind me, laughing as I stiffened.

“Uhhh?”

#x plus size reader #demon slayer x y/n #demon slayer #giyuu tomioka #kny shinobu #demon slayer genya #rengoku kyojuro #plus size reader #party au #club au #fanfcition #story #choose your ending

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thinking-about-sw33ts · 1 year

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Headcanons for the Undatables!

Context: Spending Valentines with the undatables. (Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon + Luke.)

Theme: Fluff, Valentine's Special.

Imagine spending Valentines with Diavolo:

Okay so! You get an absolutely fancy and amazing invitation, inviting you to his castle’s garden for a picnic!

When you arrive at the castle, one of the many Little Ds are guiding you to the garden!

Once you get to the garden, you immediately see Diavolo and you sit down next to him on the cloth.

You and him talk about whatever comes to mind before he suddenly tells you about how he feels. He believes that you will reject him because you probably love one of the brothers instead, but you accept his confession, saying you’ve hidden your feelings for way too long!

Barbatos comes in with the pastries/treats with a trail of Little Ds carrying plates, which they place around on the cloth.

After you guys ate your fill, you lay down and look at the night sky. There’s so many stars shining tonight!

Soon after though, it escalates to you guys making love on the spot!

Imagine spending Valentines with Barbatos:

I feel like he has been making care packages for you whenever you get sick or need a break.

So you were simply returning the favour! And maybe confessing your love through a letter you put in there, but hey, no one needs to know!

But you were stumped! Apart from Tea mixes, baking supplies, what else would he want?!

So you asked Asmo. I know not the greatest idea-

He was a great help though! You guys bought matching plushies, clothes, jewellery, etc!

But Asmo being Asmo decided to put a toy in there… and not the good kind.

Once you presented the Valentine’s present to Barbatos, he was thrilled! He loved it and returned your feelings.

Suddenly… he pulls out the toy-

He’s kind of mad at Asmo, yet thankful cause he can use that on you now later in the evening!

Imagine spending Valentines with Simeon:

You get to the Purgatory Hall, surprisingly Solomon isn’t there, phew!

You wash your hands, put on an apron, and get ready to help Simeon and Luke bake some treats/pastries!

It’s absolutely chaos with flour getting on Luke, Your, and Simeon’s faces, while still being surprisingly calm.

Once you're done making said pastries/treats you all eat together while watching a show Luke picked.

Once Luke is absolutely absorbed into what he’s watching, you and Simeon exchange kisses between yourselves!

What a nice happy family!~

Imagine spending Valentines with Solomon:

Okay! You and Solomon go to the human world for “Magic Lessons” but in reality you guys just wanted to spend Valentine's day in peace.

What better than to be up in the air via Hot Air Balloon! Of course, Solomon powers it up with magic!

On your trip, Simeon and Luke baked you guys some pastries/treats and you guys were able to share it together on the hot air balloon.

You guys also listen to music together through earphones, taking turns on sharing your music tastes.

Never on this whole day did Solomon let go of your hand!

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childishsadism · 1 month

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I wanna start by saying that I do not mean to shame or talk down to anybody when making this kind of post.

But we gotta talk about writing formats and stuff. Now, I'm not gonna act like I'm some sort of super, in-depth reader who just LOVES to read and knows everything, I don't, in fact, I kinda hate reading but I gotta do it to learn how to write better which is what I enjoy doing. I love writing, that's what I like to do, the reading part is what bores me.

But even tho I dislike reading that doesn't mean I'm gonna ignore the structure and formats cuz I don't like reading and don't wanna learn.

Lately, I noticed there are a lot of fic writers that take some questionable takes when it comes to writing and lemme start by saying that while I believe we all have different writing styles, a style is different from the basic structure.

I'm talking about the recent influx of fics in ao3 that are wall posts, have no dialogue division, or smash two characters talking into the same paragraph.

I know tiktok LOVES to lie to y'all for the sake of clout and attention (I have seen people making very STUPID takes when it comes to writing there) but I promise you that nobody is gonna kill you for having a good writing structure that follows the norm cuz it is the norm for a reason.

Here are two examples of my own writing (this is all unbeta/unfixed) on the left side is the regular structure you'll follow when writing a regular novel, and on the right is what I use when writing fanfiction.

Both are GOOD for their given purpose.

Dialogue between characters is separated so you understand it is another character talking and if there is a description between the dialogue it is still the same character talking after.

The paragraphs are separated and it is clear when a new action is happening and another one ends. It makes it easy for readers to follow what is happening.

I cannot believe I have to say this but JUST USE THE WORD SAID. He said, she said, they said, that bitch said. If you just want to clarify who is talking, just use said. If you have a long dialogue between characters and wanna make sure the reader is still following along, then just throw in the word said here and there and add a small action. Contrary to what dumbasses say on the internet, using the word said is there to GUIDE THE READER INTO KNOWING WHO IS TALKING. That's the purpose it has, if it is a dialogue between two characters then it is easier and you don't have to spam it but please, sometimes simplicity goes a long way.

Separate your dialogue between characters

Tell your reader who is talking.

Separate your paragraphs

And for the love of god, please, don't take writing advice from tiktok kids that only consume fanfiction. Instead, read novels and books, yeah it blows if you hate reading and English isn't your first language (like me) but that's how you are gonna get better at it. I'm not saying fanfiction isn't at the same level as novels/books but for the most part, books/novels are constructed and formatted in a way that you can learn something from them and apply it to your writing.

Think of it as a reference, just like artists use references to get better at drawing, your reference is other books that'll teach you and help you do better.

#fanfcition #fanfic #ao3 #archive of our own #writing #please #i'm tired #writing advice #english ain't even my first language so I shouldn't speak about this #but pleeeease #fan fiction #fanfic writing #ao3 fanfic

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hiddenlife-manager · 1 year

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Getou Rock Star NSFW

Getou x Fem Reader

Extra: Rock Star AU, safe sex, overstimuation, one time fuck, quicky, harsh, marks, domGetou, praise, and subReader

Author Note: I AM BACK FIRST POST OF THE MONTH! I am here to give you a gift which is my writing. Joking! Seriously though please enjoy it! Also sorry it is long and kind of crappy.

"Shit-" You gasped when his glass record hit the floor, shattering into several pieces. Your body is on the table where the record used to sit peacefully. He gripped you tightly, his lips perfectly fitting into yours. His hands gripped your waist tightly, pressing your chest against his.

His hands started to grip your shirt, his band's logo wrinkled on the front. Being a huge fan and having this moment with the bassist was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. His lips finally released your swollen lips; they lowered down to your collarbone. Everything Getou did pushed your body to the edge. He simply kissed your body, and yet your pussy started to drip into your pants.

He muttered soft praises between each kiss on your collarbone. Your hands held his neck, pulling him closer to you, and your desire to be one with him grew with every passing moment. You knew in your head that you were one of many; Getou had a reputation from the start. a man known for sleeping with a slew of celebrities: a man who relished life's pleasures with both men and women.There was no hiding the fact that he had most likely slept with his band's lead guitarist.

"You are nothing but the most perfect. Your skin is soft like the silk sheets my bed is covered in." He muttered. He was just like a broken record, and he knew it. He said those words to anyone who could wet his cock. It seemed that you were perfect for today—the way you begged for him to love you when he was on stage; he loved the way your panties peeked out from your sweatpants.

Finally, he lowered his hands from your waist to pull at the drawstrings of your sweatpants. You lifted your lower body a bit to let him slide your sweatpants off of you. You were under this man's trance, another sex doll willing to do anything to be with him.

Your pussy exposed to the cold air in his dressing room. You start dripping on the floor, your arousal at an all-time high. If his fingers slipped into your tight pussy, you would have orgasmed. You needed him, and the way you held him made it clear to him. Though Getou may be a man with many pleasures, he never left a sex partner unsatisfied. Nevertheless, he had no desire to play with you; the last time he had sex was two months ago due to working on an album. He needed to stick his throbbing cock into something. Though you needed to orgasm, he was on the same level as you.

He grabbed your neck, pulling you off the table. His hand loosened enough to turn your body, forcing your chest to be squashed on the table. Your ass covered by your sexy panties, his hands pulled them down rapidly, ripping them in half. He didn't want to prepare you for this, so he just ran his fingers down your pussy. He pulled down his zipper with his other hand sliding down his dress pants, his cock springing out quickly. He felt it was best not to wear underwear so that his fans could see how worked up he could get during performances.

"Sweetheart, reach over to the small drawer in this table and pull out a condom." Your hands reached for the drawer's knob and pulled it out. There were hundreds of condoms in the drawer, and you eagerly pulled one out, handing it to the man behind you, who let your pussy scream out for his cock. Begging him to slide on the condom and stick his cock in you.

He ripped the package open with his teeth, the condom slowly peeking out, and he felt it was best to place it at the tip of his cock before sliding it down on him. He finally placed his cock at your entrance, gently called your name, told you that it'd be okay, and forcefully slammed his cock into your hole.

A lewd sound escaped from your hole while your lips parted to scream. He wrapped his hand around your mouth, his body leaning on your back. He whispered sweet nothings, telling you that most people react this way.

"You handle me so well, sweetheart." He groaned several times as he thrust his cock into your hole. Your pussy started to make lewd squelching sounds. His hands smelled like his cologne, and everything about him aroused you until the painful screams became breathy moans. Your hands reached the table's end, gripping it while he released your mouth and gripped your hips.

"Yes, yes, oh, god! Getou!" When you moaned, his body rose from his slanting position and gripped your waist. His hands dug deeply into your hip dips, leaving nail marks on you; his black nails were his signature color.

His thrust was quick, knowing well that you were under his control. You restrained yourself from hard orgasming, his cock perfectly fitting into you.The bassist, Getou the rockstar, adored the fact that you were nothing more than his one fucktoy of the day.

He let go of one side of your waist, slapping your ass as he left a mark. A small moan left you the moment his hands came in contact with your ass. This was incredible to you; the pleasure he gave you couldn't be compared to the men you'd slept with; he was head and shoulders above them all in looks and talents.

His moans left his lips, not afraid to let you know that you were equally pleasuring him. As he fucked you more, his thrust became stronger.He was close, and you were already one inch away from your orgasm.

His hands once more impacted your ass, and it was the last push. You cried out, and you started to babble at how it hurt that he was thrusting deeper into you and harder at an uneven pace. You kept trying to get out of his touch, pulling away, with your pussy dripping onto the floor from the orgasm and his constant pulling in and out.

He gripped your waist so tightly that you screamed, and there he finally pulled out his cock, his condom full of his cum.His breath was heavy while releasing your waist.

"You were great…" There, he said the wrong name. It wasn’t your name, and that made you face reality once more. You were and always were a one-time fuck.

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nsbfenro · 4 months

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@s-creations has this happened in one of your stories ? I tried going back but I can't pin point it for some reason, I might have imagined it.

Anyways, here's Waluigi ruffling Luigi's hair. I can't draw Waluigi for the life of me, so just pretend that he's there.

#luigi #waluigi #art #fanart #fan art #fanfcition #luigi mario #luigi fanart #waluigi fanart #I might be trippin

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scumbag0vanguard · 3 months

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forgot to post earlier but chap 2 of my silly little thing is up

#satosugu #gojo satoru #geto suguru #fanfcition #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #stsg #mine*

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maximwtf · 1 year

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“The flames of the dragon.”

Elrond x injured reader

words: 1660

google docs pages: 3

warnings: death (orcs), mentions of blood, burn injury,

opening: You didn’t have time to find shelter from the dragon fire, and get burnt. Thankfully Elrond was close enough to see that go down.

AN// reader can be any gender!^^ Idk if this is any good, I just like the idea of the dragon fire scars :”D

Not proof read!!

“The flames of the dragon.”

You held tightly onto the grip of your sword as you fought off the orcs. You had ran out of arrows a while ago, but you still had a couple of daggers and your trusty sword. All the wooden parts of the houses around you were on fire, and it was spreading to the insides of the houses as well. You could almost feel the warmth of the flames through your armor and clothing, but the rain that was pouring down cooled you down immediately. In any other situation the rain would have eloped to put out the fire, but this time it didn’t. No rain was going to put out the fire of a dragon, the fire only got sucked into the flames and evaporated straight after. The flames would burn down everything it could reach, not stopping no matter what got in between.

You gritted your teeth, and pushed the sword through another orc, quickly pulling the sword out. The beautiful almost white blade was covered in black blood which disgusted you, but trying not to pay too much mind to it, you turned around to take on another orc.

You could hear arrows passing by, and the sound of weapons clashing against each other. The dragon went over the city every now and then, pushing flames down like it was some kind of a game to it. Even now you could hear the dragon getting closer yet again, ready to set fire to another part of the city, to make sure everything would burn down. You looked around you, but you seemed to have gotten to an open place, with almost no shelter to take cover behind. Your heart began to race, thinking of all the possible situations this could lead to if you didn’t find a place to hide behind soon. You had only heard stories of how dangerous the fire from a dragon was, and what kind of damage it was able to cause. You could now hear the wings of the dragon, and feel the waves of air from them as the beast got higher in the air. You had nowhere to hide, when in the distance you saw the flames come towards you. The sight of the dragon and the flames frightened you. Not behind able to do anything, only option being to accept your faith, you took a couple steps back and did just that. Accepted that this could be it, that there might not be a tomorrow for you. The huge flames came with speed as the dragon flew over the city with ease, covering you under them. You dropped to your knees, trying to shield yourself the best you could.

As the flames washed over your body, you could feel the armour on you begin to melt and give in under the fire, and as the metal was heating up, the flames found their way to your skin, burning it and then spreading more. You felt the hot metal from the armour burn you as well, but nothing would be hot enough to hurt as much as the dragon fire did. You screamed into the ground, hands trying to grip onto anything near you but all you could wrap your hands around was the dirt mixed with the rain. You kept letting out the agonising screams as the leftovers of the flames settled, leaving burn injuries all over your body. You wanted to relax your muscles but it was almost as if your body had a mind of its own. Your eyes were closed shut from the pain, you couldn’t even feel the raindrops on you anymore. The sounds from the battle had mixed into one another and now sounded like a slight background noise. Your breaths were quick and short because every time you tried to take in air a stinging pain shot through your body.

A certain elf had spotted you, and did not take second guesses on what had happened to you. He had seen you emerge from under the flames and could already guess how bad the situation was. Elrond rushed to your side, hearing the now more silent screams and little groans as you had begun to lose all energy. “Stay awake, come on.” He mostly talked to himself, knowing that there was almost no chance that you’d be able to hear him through the pain you must have been in.

Elrond frowned when you let out yet another tired scream when he picked you up. No matter how careful he was, there seemed to be no way to get you to shelter without causing pain, which he felt bad about. The elf lord got up and walked you out of the rain, and into one of the buildings that had survived with the least damage. While gritting his teeth together to keep calm, he placed you on the wooden kitchen table. He could now see the melted armour, and from between the bent metal he could see scars. Same scars he had seen before, and could not be mistaken as anything else but dragon fire scars.

You gritted your teeth together in pain while trying to open your eyes. It felt like the edges of your eyes were completely dark, but you could still see in front of you and that’s when you spotted Elrond. “Stay still, please.” He said, but you felt like you missed whatever he had said after that. You could feel his hand snap open the armour and then try to take it off of you. You groaned and tried to mouth the word ‘stop’ to him a couple of times, which he seemed to have caught up on because he stopped and you heard him apologise. You let out a breath you had been holding in, closing your eyes again. Elrond tried another way, not trying to remove the whole chestplate this time, only lifting it up so he could see the wounds and scars. This seemed to have worked better, even though he still had to push up the melted metal from your skin. He kept apologising the whole time up until he had lifted the chestplate enough. From there he was able to see the damage. Burn injuries going from your clavicle to your neck, some smaller injuries from the melted metal all across your chest. He could also see the scars on your face. The flames had successfully burnt your jawline on the left side, going over your ear, and coming back to your face from your temple. The scar went to the corner of your eye, it only being pure luck that you were still able to see with it. You could feel Elrond’s palm on the top of your head, as he tried to soothe you. You opened your eyes, feeling hot tears begin to roll down from the sides of your face. You could see a hint of concern on his face, but it disappeared the second he noticed eyes on him.

You heard someone walk in the house. Elrond turned to the warrior, asking him to block the entrance to the house, and not let anyone in. Nothing was said after that, so you assumed that the soldier had left to finish the task.

Elrond’s hand left your head as he turned to you again. He didn’t have any herbs to help with the pain, so that meant he would have to do the healing and you’d have to feel the pain just as it was. “Dear, I am already sorry for this.” He mumbled to you, offering a piece of leather for you to bite down on. You took it, knowing what was about to happen without him even explaining it to you.

Elrond placed his hand on top of the wounds, careful to not touch them. He began to speak in elvish, in a monotone voice. You couldn’t understand what was being said, but you could on the other hand feel the intense pain waves flash over you as he did so. You tried your best to keep yourself still on the table, but it was difficult. It felt like your teeth were going to go through the leather when you bit down on it. But before you knew it, it was over and the elf was moving on to the burn on your face. You could see he was upset because he had to inflict pain on you, knowing you had endured enough already. You could now see normally with your right eye, but the left one was the same as before. Without even asking, you could tell the fire must have damaged the edge of it, almost blinding the eye. Elrond lifted his hand over the scars again, saying the same words he did before. Only this time, the pain was too much, since it was inflicted on your head, that your body shut off. You passed out almost as soon as he started.

Elrond’s brows furrowed as he kept on healing you. It hurt him to see you like this, but he knew he had to do this in order to save you. The flames would leave scars, but he promised himself he’d make sure you’d still see yourself as the same person, scars or without.

After he was done, he sat on the table, placing your head on his lap. While caressing your hair slowly the frown returned to his face. He felt anger raise through the sadness, and while sitting in the damaged house he promised himself he would go there, and push the black arrow into the chest of the dragon in order to kill it if he had to.

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soullessfawn · 10 months

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Witness

Grian wasn’t a good person.

He helps at the bird shelter, throws dollar bills into hats for street performers, is a shoulder to cry on for his friends, tutors teenagers in the art of sculpture and inner expression at the local high school, but that didn’t make Grian a good person.

A good person would speak up about the things that go bump in the night, wouldn’t let it stand, yet he was too afraid to, knowing that for some reason his quiet mouth was the only reason he hasn’t been one of the taken.

Grian lives in an old house at the edge of town, passed down through his mothers bloodline, but because his parents never had a girl before there… Turns out he was the only relative that could take the house, and so he became its prisoner.

When the sun meets the horizon, all of Grian’s window shutters would pop up, no matter what he did they’d stay open until the sunrise the next morning. Bolting them, gorilla glue, staples, prayers, nothing worked to keep the things closed.

Grian was just thankful that the windows themselves listened to him. Once all the light from the sun is shadowed, the night actually begins.

Grian could always tell when the sun had fully set, even if he was in the bathroom, which had no windows. The feeling of eyes on his back turned its ugly head, the prickling up his neck telling him that he was being watched would crawl up his spine, settling between his shoulder blades and reminding him what he was about to witness.

No matter how hard he tried to keep his eyes away from the dark spots in his house, it only took a passing glance to see them.

They didn’t have a physical form, more like a mental one, Grian if he had to describe them would say they looked like the biblical description of angels, but slightly off. With eyes, wings and body parts twisted and wrong, the darkness would show him the creatures from his nightmares.

Grian started calling them Watchers after a month into owning the house.

The Watchers loved it when he spotted them, seeming to get more rowdy and productive if he caught their eyes. The lights flickered when the night started and so Grian started using candles to light up the place, he kept himself either in his room or in the study, making mad dashes to the bathroom if needed.

The Watchers weren’t the worst part, it was what they did that's disturbing. Grian would glance out his bedroom window, eyes drawn to the darkness of his street, a moth to a burning flame, you could say.

The street had terrible lighting, and maybe that’s why no one else ever saw anything, but the reason never mattered, because soon enough a man would be walking towards the house, luggage behind him in a red suitcase, charms attached to the zippers.

Grian would watch as a Watcher peeks out from behind a tall lamp poll, its eyes strictly on the man who’s walking down the street. Grian would get up, move closer towards the window, because this was his punishment for never speaking up, for never banging on the window, his punishment was watching, witnessing, the man.

The man wore a red jumper, jeers and had light brown borderline blonde hair, like his own. The man would get about halfway before looking up, freezing at the sight of Grian in the window, not noticing the eyes and wings creeping up behind him.

Grian forced himself to stay silent as his eyes met with his own, watched as the other him went through confusion, then fear.

The Watchers struck then, jumping out of the shadows as an ear piercing scream filled the air, cries and pleads for help ringing in his ears. Grian would place a single hand on the window, the other him being dragged blood and screaming into the darkness towards his house.

Grian’s front door would slam open and shut in quick succession, the screaming continuing through his house until his basement door was opened and the screaming descended the stairs.

One time Grian didn’t go upstairs in time, and was forced to sit in the kitchen as the other him was dragged down the hallway by what first seemed to be an invisible force. Grian, the other one, reached out to him, despite the fact they shared the same face. “Help me!” The other one screamed. “Please!”

Grian had only blinked, hand clutching his hot chocolate in fear, as the other him was thrown down the stairs and the door was shut, sealing in his screams.

The silence was more unsettling, because Grian knew the other wasn’t done calling for help, yet he couldn’t hear a thing.

Grian would go to sleep after that, and magically any blood that was left would be gone, leaving him as the only witness to his own murder.

So Grian was a bad person, horrible, to watch himself die over and over again every night, but the fear of being the one to go next always stops him from asking for help. Grian knows he was singled out from the beginning, having walked that same street in the middle of the night when he moved in the first night.

Grian had seen himself in the window that night, all those months ago, banging on the glass, screaming at him to turn and run, Grian watched as the Watchers descended on the other him in the window, all because the other tried to warn him.

Grian wouldn’t make the mistake of being a hero.

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craby-bouquet · 9 months

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Would you accept a request for the next chapter of Wonwoo or Soonyoung’s Crown Heads??? 😬😬😬 If not, just some good old Wonwoo fluff! Maybe a new town, neighbors2lovers!au?

thank you for requesting!! i’ll be continuing crowned heads for sure no worries!! i love that series too much to just stop it hahaha so ill gradually be continuing that :)

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A new Neighbour - Jeon Wonwoo

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Jeon Wonwoo x Reader

Fluff, neighbors2lovers

900 words

You watched the moving truck pull up to the house next to you. It had stood empty for about a year now, since the old lady Miller had died. You wondered who would move in next. Perhaps a writer, or an actor, maybe a pop-star or a ghost. The possibilities are endless and your imagination was overworking itself thinking about it.

The moving truck stopped on the driveway and a young man walked out. You were immediately enchanted by his beauty.

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Your mother pricked the cake on the counter to check if it’s ready to eat.

“Perfect.” she placed the cake on a nice plate and handed it to you, “Bring this to the new neighbors, please. And maybe invite them over for coffee somewhere next week.”

You took the plate from her hands and nodded, holding your excitement to meet the beautiful man in.

When you knocked on their door you heard some scrambling and rumbling from the inside but it didn’t take long for the man to open the door. He was about your age and looked at you with a blank expression. You noticed his plump lips and stared at them a little too long before introducing yourself and handing him the cake.

“Oh… thanks. We will enjoy it.” He placed the cake on a dresser close to the door.

“And we were wondering if maybe you wanted to come have coffee at our house next week?”

He nodded, “I’ll ask my mom when she gets home, but I’m sure she’d be excited to meet the neighbors.”

You beamed, “Great.”

For a second he seemed hesitant about something, then he shook his head and opened his door a bit wider, “I have a strange question for you…” he started.

“Shoot.” you encouraged.

“Well, I’m trying to assemble this closet thing but I’m home alone and I could use a second pair of hands. Would you mind helping me out?”

You nodded eagerly, happy you decided to wear comfy clothes today, “Of course I would. Tell me what I can do.”

He smiled and stepped aside so you could walk through. After he closed the door behind you, he picked up the cake again and walked through the hallway into a room, “I’ll put this in the kitchen real quick.”

The house looked like what you’d expect a house to look when people are still moving in. There were boxes everywhere, picture frames stacked on top of each other waiting to be nailed to the wall, and pieces of wood waiting to be assembled into a closet.

“Yes, that's the one. It’s more complicated than it looks.” he chuckled, a lovely sound.

You picked up the instructions and sighed. It did look complicated.

But together it was easier than you’d thought. You learned very quickly, because you asked, that your new neighbor was called Wonwoo. He was the nicest man you’d ever met and were happy to find out he would be starting at your school after summer vacation. Even though you spent the afternoon assembling a closet, you had so much fun getting to know Wonwoo, and you could tell he had fun too.

“I can’t believe it.” he said after the closet was standing in the hall, completed, “We did it.”

His eyes found yours, the biggest smile adorned his lips. You couldn’t help but smile too, and before you knew it Wonwoo’s arms were around you, hugging you tight.

“Thank you for your help.” it was almost a whisper.

He took a step back and you tried to fix yourself up again, trying not to show how shocked you were by his display of affection.

“I think,” he was still smiling, “we deserve a piece of the delicious cake your mother made.”

He gestured you to follow him to the kitchen, where you sat down on a bar stool while he took out a knife to cut the cake.

He handed you a plate with a thick piece of cake on it, together with the drink you asked for, “Thank you.” you said eagerly. You loved your mothers cake, she was the best at baking.

Wonwoo sat down next to you with his cake and took a bite, making sounds which told you he liked it.

“This is amazing! You have to thank your mom for me.”

You chuckled and took a bite yourself.

When he finished his cake he turned to look at you, “So I was wondering something.”

You swallowed the last of your cake, “Shoot.”

He nodded, “Well I had fun this afternoon and I was wondering if maybe you’d want to go out some time.”

Your heart jumped, but you tried to look as calm and collected as you could, “You mean… this wasn’t a date?” you gestured around you to tell him you meant today.

His eyes widened, “Well I didn’t mean for it to be, but it could have been if you want. I mean, I… uh.”

You laughed, “I was joking, Wonwoo.”

He nodded and sighed relieved, “Right, right. Well I want to take you on a proper first date. Maybe dinner and a movie?”

You nodded happily, “I would love that.”

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Pieces and Moments: Words (Jormungand/Amit shipping)

CW: Bullying (past), Discrimination (past)

Thank you so much Ipham2525 for beta reading these for me. Now onto the fic!

It is a truth universally acknowledged that if a man desires a woman, he’ll find some way to spend time with her.

Jormungand sighed at the pile of paperwork in front of him. Compared to the mountains he saw towering over the chancellor’s and the king’s desks, this was a molehill. Yet as he stared at all the squiggles, a sense of discomfort made him shiver.

He had an assistant who usually took care of this work. However, an accident left him with a broken arm and leg. He would be fine, but for at least a few weeks, he couldn’t work. Thus, leaving Jormungand alone with the papers.

“Abi will probably grumble, but will take this paperwork. Still…” the captain lamented, resting his head in his hands.

There was a soft knock at the door. “Captain Jormungand? Sir?”

He looked toward the sound of Princess Amit’s voice. “Ah, come in, my lady.”

The princess stepped in, slightly shaking with each step, carrying a tray covered in a small teapot, a cup, and a plate of cookies, all jumping with each movement.

“Are you alright, my lady? You seem nervous.”

“No…no, I guess. I’m just tired, my lord,” the princess said, slowly setting the tray down. “I…I thought that with all the extra work that has come regarding new treaties with the human countries, I’d offer some help and offer snacks around.”

Jormungand felt a small smile creep up on his face. “Very few could match the princess in kindness,” he thought. “Thank you.”

Her hands snapped back in front of her. “Is there anything else I can help you with?”

“No…” he started but then glanced at the paperwork. It would only be this one time, at least until he could find other solutions. Maybe find someone else who could help him later on. “Well, if you would—”

“I’ll do it!” the princess declared, hands clasped in front of her chest, like she was pleading.

“Yes?” The soldier blinked.

“Whatever it is you need, I’ll do it.”

Stunned, the captain cleared his throat and said, “I…need you to read some papers out to me.”

The princess looked at the papers and then jumped a bit, hand on her snout. “Oh of course. I supposed you’re tired from all your usual duties. I’ll happily read to you.”

“Thank you…I apologize for any confusion you may face while reading.” He motioned to the chairs, mainly reserved for scolding soldiers or comforting families. “Please take a seat.”

“Thank you, my lord.” She sat down. “These documents are for you, are they not? So as long as you understand them, that’s all that matters, right?”

“That is true...” the soldier admitted with a nod.

“Let me see…” The princess picked up the papers. “The swords currently in the armory…”

The two continued like this for a while, taking a break for the occasional snack or drink. The time eased away gently, and even warmed the tension between the two reptiles. Jormungand watched as the princess’s shoulders relaxed, her grip on the papers easing as time went on.

“...Thus we need to seek out available smiths and leather workers in order to repair most of our stock in the armory,” Amit finished, shifting the papers from her face and taking a breath.

“Thank you, my lady.”

The princess nodded, handing him the papers. “There’s no need for that, my lord. Anything I can do to help you, I would be eager to do it.”

As the captain took the papers, he blinked. “Truly?”

“Of course.”

The captain pondered for a moment. “Well… would you be so kind as to write my responses for me?”

“Write for…ah your hand must be rather sore as well.” She took a sheet of paper and a quill that sat before him, untouched. “Shall we begin?”

Now the guilt clenched around his heart. He knew that she admired him in some way. Pretty much every reptile he met gazed at him so warmly. After all, he was the first reptile to join the royal army, the first to become captain of the royal guard. Why else would she keep a scarf from a common soldier and return it decades later? She meant so well, truly wanting to help him for pure kindness’s sake, and here he was deceiving her. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Of course. Sometimes I take dictation for my queen, so I know what to do. And I did say I’d do anything to help you.”

Jormungand sighed, hands gripping on the table. “My lady, I have something to confess.”

Amit’s eyes grew wide. “Yes?” she asked softly.

“Well,” the captain sighed. “You see…I don’t know how to read or write very well…”

“Oh.”

A silence closed in, suffocating the captain. His mind pulled up the jeers and snarls of yesteryears, from his early days of being the only reptile in a platoon of mammals. With the shake of his head, he shoved them away.

“It’s well known that I hail from a common family and in the days of the old king, education wasn’t widespread throughout the classes. When I was a teen, I’d already dedicated my life to the sword so I didn’t bother with formal education much then.”

The princess tilted her head. “Did you have some education at least?”

“As I progressed through the ranks, Abi—I mean, Anubis, would give me a few lessons. But things were rocky in those days; the shifting of power from the council to the king, it made him too busy. I do know some words, but it was easier to hire someone to do the paperwork so I can focus on traveling and battling dissenters. Unfortunately, the man I hired is currently injured, so I’m in a bit of trouble. If you could continue assisting me, I would be most grateful.”

The soldier watched as the princess’s face slowly reddened, snout to eyes like a piece of fabric soaking up ink from its corner.

“My lady?”

The princess started to speak, her body wobbling in her seat, “I…I would be more than h…happy to help you…and if I could be so bold…I…I could give you some lessons. Her Majesty spends more time in m…meetings now so she doesn’t need me to tend to her as much. I…I have plenty of time.”

“Are you sure?” the soldier asked.

The color faded just a bit as Amit took in a few deep breaths and continued, “Pardon me, you still need assistance either way. Whenever you get a break from work, I can give you some lessons. When shall I see you again?”

“Well, I don’t have any expeditions planned in the future, so…around five o’clock in the evening tomorrow, when I break the men from training. We can get to any paperwork first and then go from there. If I can keep imposing on your kindness, I would like to start tomorrow.”

“Won…wonderful,” she said in what Jormungand swore was a sigh. But then feverishly waving her hands: “And please, sir. You are not imposing at all. I’m more than happy to do it!”

He watched as a small puff of steam came out of her head. “Are you sure you’re fine with this?”

Amit quickly shook herself, dispersing the billows. “Yes, absolutely.” She quickly picked up the pen. “Now let’s get those responses down, shall we?”

He smiled at her. “Thank you again my lady.”

More steam rose from the maiden’s head as she wrote down the captain’s words.

Later on, Jormungand watched as Amit stiffly walked out of his office and then heard her steps race away. “I hope I haven’t stressed her out with this.” He sighed.How could he overcome this? “Okay, let’s think of this as a mission. I don’t often fail missions. I won’t fail this one. I’ll need to truly focus this time. Otherwise…”

His mind conjured up images of the past, mammals towering over him as they pointed and sneered. Those images didn’t hurt as much as a new, potential one. One of Amit, disdainful, glaring, and turning her back on him. That hurt so much worse. He didn’t know why, but he would do everything he could to prevent it.

The Captain of Ozmargo’s Royal Guard sat up straight, ready for conflict,tea and some snacks at his side. He was ready for anything.

He did not flinch when there was a knock on the door or Amit’s calling out, “Pardon me, I’m here my lord.”

“Yes, come on in.”

Amit came in, a bag over her arm. “I hope I haven’t kept you…” She took one look at the man at the desk and then slowly stepped back. She quickly said, “I’m sorry. I see you’re busy. I’ll come back later.” With a bowed head, she left the office, shutting the door behind her.

Jormungand bolted out of the office after her. He found her a few paces away, head down. He quickly reached out to her while closing the distance. “Wait! Miss Amit! I’m free!”

Amit twisted back, hands clenched. “Are you sure? It looked like you were about to enter hostile negotiations rather than a reading lesson.”

The captain replied, “I just wanted to be prepared. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

Amit glanced around the hallways, seeing no one else in sight. “I think we should take this in your office.”

“Yes.”

They both sat at the desk in silence, steam wafting from cups.

Amit clenched her hands on the table, looking at them. “If you don’t want lessons, it’s fine. You don’t have to force yourself to learn. If you just want me to be your secretary and go on as you have done before, that’s fine. I apologize for pressing this on you.”

Jormungand sighed, holding the back of his neck. “No no. I’m grateful for your offer. I should have learned earlier, not to mention I should do my own work. No need to rely on others all the time.”

Amit took in a deep breath and then faced the captain. “Lord Anubis is often…vocal about his opinions. I suspect if he didn’t want to deal with your work, he would have thrown his paws in the air and not touched your work at all. Plus, it’s not anyone’s fault that your assistant is gone. I heard he was a pretty good soldier when on the battlefield as well. I’m sure he was happy to help you. As…as am I.”

He now looked at her. If he had to describe the princess to anyone, it would be surprising. When she first arrived at the castle, she seemed so timid and nervous. Yet time and time again, she showed boldness, such as declaring she would be strong, presenting him again with her charm. Once again, he was taken aback by this lady.

Amit set her hands on the table. “Can you tell me why you want to learn to read? I’m not saying there’s no wrong reason to learn something, but forcing yourself to learn something isn’t always helpful. If I know why it’s so important to you, then I can help ease your fears.”

Fears…They seemed numerous. There was a small section of mammal soldiers that envied him, thinking he didn’t deserve his position. The beasts of higher rank couldn’t believe a commoner reached such heights. He could usually push such fears down, use them as fuel to succeed. What could be holding him back this time?

“I don’t want you to think less of me for being illiterate.”

The words escaped his mouth, fleeing the turmoil in his mind without notice. Once he realized what he said, he immediately held his mouth and looked away.

“Sir…I would never think of you in that way. You’re…one of the greatest men I know.”

He slowly turned to the woman. He saw nothing but admiration in her wide warm eyes. “Really?”

“Of course. I mean you’ve led countless battles and saved so many lives. Most of my life I’ve heard praises for you from all kinds of beasts, not just reptiles. There isn’t a man in your command that doesn’t speak highly of you.”

“I suppose so…” He rubbed the back of his neck, setting his other hand on top of the table. “In the early days, the mammal soldiers would often mock me for being different. Scales, eyes, tongue, the physical things that made me reptilian. Of course, I couldn’t do anything about those, so I decided to focus on what I could improve: my sword skills, my strength, and my endurance. And I'm proud of how far I’ve come. Yet, even in this time, I know there are still people waiting for me to fall, waiting for any moment of weakness and they’ll tear me down. I don’t mind the bullying, but I’d hate for the men who trust me with their lives to be slandered by it too.”

Amit placed a hand on top of his. “Sir, I’d say with all of my heart: not knowing how to do one thing doesn’t make you lesser than anyone else.”

The knight released his neck, sitting up straighter . “You think so?”

“Of course, your men would follow you anywhere. I don’t see how not being able to read or write would affect that. In addition, you don’t have to know everything right away. There are those with innate talent for things, but if someone is attacked by bandits, you wouldn’t really expect them to know how to defend themselves with a sword just by picking it up. I certainly didn’t get every recipe right the first time I tried it and even now I still mess up pastries from time to time.”

“Really?” He tried recalling the few snacks he indulged in; they were always so delicious. He couldn't imagine them otherwise.

“Yes. And there’s nothing wrong with making mistakes. There’s nothing wrong with taking your time to learn something. But it is rather tragic that you fear failing so much that you don’t let yourself try.”

He sighed, now smiling. “You’re right. Let’s begin.”

Amit smiled and then noticed her hand on top of his. Her face flushed and she took her hand back, as if the contact burned her. "Well now that we’ve gotten that cleared up, I hope you’re looking forward to our lessons.” She started pulling books out of the bag. “Since you said that you know some words, I've brought some children’s books to start off with.”

Jormungand reached for one of the brightly colored books and opened it up. He could make out some letters, but it all looked like nonsense to him. “Looks like I have a long way to go.”

Amit looked at the book and placed a hand over her snout. “Pardon me, sir.” She took the book briefly so she could flip it around. “I think this will help.”

Now most of the nonsense looked like words to the captain. Now it was his turn to blush. “Ah, thank you.”

She stared for a moment, her eyes wide, and then smiled, “You’re welcome so now let’s begin.”

A few weeks later, Jormungand found himself walking in a daze. Every step the captain took felt like lead strapped to his ankles, heavy and uneven. True, emergency missions were, by their nature, a surprise. When Anubis first told him the news, he accepted it with regular ease, mind figuring out the best route and writing mental lists on what to pack. The shock struck him when he realized that he would no longer be seeing her ladyship most of the time. True, they didn’t hold lessons every day. Yet it was often enough that he would usually see the princess waiting for him with some book in hand. He tried to shake the thoughts off; it was ridiculous. Lessons could resume as soon as he returned. Yet there was still a little ache when he thought about leaving her. As he reached his office door, he took a deep breath and headed in.

There was Amit, smiling softly as she read over the last pages of a light green book. She shut the book and held it close to her chest, sighing happily.

There was something about the sound that made him sigh too. His heart jumped a bit at the sight. “It’s been happening more often lately. Maybe the priest is right and I should take more than one rest day a month…”

“Oh sir!” She rose, setting her book on the desk, and gave a quick curtsey. “Good to see you again. You’ve progressed so much, I thought we could get started on a longer book. I’ve found some novels I think you might enjoy. She started to plop down books, mainly with brown, blue, and black covers, but when she saw the look on his face, she paused. “Pardon me, but is something wrong?”

The captain watched the woman, admitting sadly, “It looks like our lessons will have to be postponed for a while. I’ll be leaving on a mission tomorrow. “

“Ah I see, more conflicts I suppose.” The princess’s snout and shoulders dropped, her hands clasped demurely before her.

“Indeed, Her Majesty often helps resolve conflicts between clans. Still, some will insist on fighting over one thing or another.”

“True,” the princess sighed. But then she brightened, clapping her hands together. “Well, just because you’re going away doesn’t mean you have to stop your lessons.”

“Pardon?”

“It’s actually a perfect exercise. Pick out a book to read on your journey. Try to read a few pages, when you have the time, such as before you go to bed. I’m not asking you to finish the book, just make a little progress. I’ll ask you a few questions about how far you’ve gotten in the story and we’ll go from there.”

He stared at the woman blankly. “Really? You think I can do tha?.”

“Of course, it’s been a great honor to help you. I’d say you’ve learned so much…And…” She glanced away fiddling with her skirt. “I’ve been so happy to help you and I must say…” Now she added in a softer voice, her face flushing a familiar red, “I enjoy spending time with you…very much.”

For a moment, the captain watched the woman taking in her words. He felt himself warm a bit, so he turned away. “Ah yes, your lessons are quite enjoyable.”

“I’m glad. Thank you sir. ” The princess took in a deep breath, regaining her composure. She held a hand out, fingers aimed at the books. “ Now please choose whichever book you like.”

Jormungand viewed all the covers, sitting neatly in rows like soldiers waiting for orders. Yet his eyes kept snagging at the light green novel, set down crooked in haste. When he tilted his head, he could make out the title, Combat and Confidences. He stepped over and picked up the book. “May I have this one?”

Amit blushed. “Really? That one?”

“Yes, forgive me, but I did come in on you reading it and it looked like you enjoyed it. If you are done with it, I’d like to read it for myself.”

“Of course, but…” She started to fidget. “I’m not sure you would care for the story.”

“Really, what’s it about?”

“Well…”

“Well?”

“At its core, it’s a love story sir.”

He blinked and then commented, “Oooh. That sounds pleasant.”

“Are you sure? I fear that this story may bore you. Perhaps you’d like a more adventurous or action-filled story.”

“I’d say I deal with ‘action’ and ‘adventure’ on a daily basis. I think a change will be good.” He idly flipped through the book. “So, is it a story about two people loving each other?”

“Not quite, it’s a story about two people falling in love.”

“Really? How does that happen?”

Amit suddenly brightened, clapping her hands. “Oh, well you see the heroine is having a hard time managing her estate thanks to her relative so she requests a lawyer to come help settle matters. However, when visiting his office, both the lady and the lawyer are kidnapped. They are able to escape, but they fear the villains will try to damage her reputation, so the two team up to figure out who had the heroine kidnapped.”

“That does sound interesting. I look forward to it.”

“Good…. I guess I’ll get going then.” Amit collected the other books and placed them in a bag. “Take care on your mission. I do hope you enjoy reading after all. You just have to try, my lord.”

“Ah yes. Goodbye.”

She gave a small bow. “Goodbye.” And with that she was gone.

He was then left with the green book. It certainly looked a bit thicker than other ones Amit offered him. He wasn’t sure why he wanted to read the book so badly at that moment. The only thing that came to his mind was the little sigh and smile the princess wore…

He picked up the book, carrying it underneath his arm. “I don’t have to read it right away…It can wait until later.”

Jormungand left on his trip. With each passing day, the book somehow grew heavier and heavier in his bag. Even after making camp, finding the attacker’s base, flushing them out, and assuring the locals would be safe, he hadn’t even glanced at the first page, let alone read the book. He knew that Amit would be disappointed in him. Deep down, he knew she would try to brush it off. She would state he probably did not have much time anyway. Maybe just a little sigh and move on but still…

Sitting on his bed, legs and arms crossed, he stared down at the green book. “ I can do this. I’ve dealt with far worse enemies. All I have to do is read a few pages. Just a few pages. Miss Amit said I didn’t have to finish the book, so…” He knew this, but all he could really do was glare at the book like it was a spy not giving up his secrets.

“Captain, are you available?”

He quickly jumped from the bed, in a perfectly alert posture. “Ah yes, come in.”

A young gecko man came in, arms filled with a large rolled-up paper. “There’s been reports of a recent landslide in the area. No casualties, few injuries, but it does block the path we were supposed to take to get back to the capital.” The man spread the paper out. “We need to know which way to go now.”

“Ah good let’s see.”

They spent a few minutes plotting a new course. It would put them a few hours behind schedule, but they should still arrive on their expected day. No need to send a messenger beast to alert anyone of this new development.

“Thank you, sir.” The man picked up the map and started to head to the flap when he spotted the book on the bed. He picked it up. “Huh what’s this?”

Jormungand felt heat crawl up his neck and face. “Uh that…is a book I was reading.”

The gecko’s eyes widened. “What really? You can read?”

Now icy fear filled the captain’s veins, “You…didn’t think I could?”

“Well, most of us reptilian soldiers came from commoner families, like yourself. Most of us couldn't afford schooling, but we still wanted to make a better life for ourselves and families. We just assumed that you were like us in that respect. But I guess that you’re really a cut above us.”

Jormungand looked away. He knew that his men looked up to him. He liked to be an example of what a soldier should be like, especially for reptiles, to show them they can be just as great as their mammal counterparts. However, he never really wanted them to think they were that different. He wasn’t that special, at least not to himself.

“Well, actually I only started to learn recently.”

“Oh really...ah that’s why we’ve seen the princess coming out of your office! People have been wondering what kept bringing her there.”

“Ah yes. She’s been giving me lessons.”

“Oh…” As he set the book down, the gecko muttered, “Well there goes several coins down the drain.”

“What was that?”

“Ah nothing, just a thought sir. Think she’d be willing to give us lessons? Can you ask for us please sir?”

A moment of hesitation. A part of him thought of her gently teaching his men, and it warmed his heart. However, that was quickly overrun by the thought of his soldiers pestering her like a bunch of unruly children, overwhelming her poor ladyship.

“Well, I will pass the idea along to her ladyship, but it will have to be her decision.”

“Thank you sir.”

Once the man left, Jormungand got back on his bed. “I do hope you enjoy reading after all. You just have to try my lord.”

“Just try…” he said as he picked up the book and opened it to the first page.

Chapter 1 In which a sensible young lady must choose between the peril of a careening carriage and mud….deep mud

“Huh, I’ve never worried about such things. But then again ladies are more worried about their appearance. Plus, she might get stuck if the mud is really deep and sticky. Hope she’ll be okay.”

…

“All thoughts of ballrooms and inquisitive glances were instantly drowned by the flow of marvelous sensations coursing through her body and a sudden desire to drag Randolf into the shadows.

They would go back into the ballroom soon…but not yet.”

Jormungand then sighed as he shut the book. What a story! So much tension, even right from the start! He swore he held his breath as the kidnapping occurred. He never saw who the villains were at all until they were revealed! And he was also glad the lady and the lawyer were together now…

“My lord, are you alright sir?”

The captain looked around his tent, seeing light peeping from gaps between the fabric and ground. He then turned toward the opening, seeing light purple clouds from behind a beaver soldier.

“It’s morning?” the captain said.

“Yes sir.” The beaver nodded slowly, looking over his commander.

“Ah forgive me, I didn’t sleep well last night.” He quickly stood up, sliding the book back on the bed. “Let the men have breakfast and we shall leave in about an hour.”

The mammal nodded. “Yes my lord.”

Once the soldier left, exhaustion smacked Jormungand and he collapsed onto the bed. He couldn’t believe he spent a whole night reading a book! Then again, he couldn’t believe he read an entire book at all!

As he prepared himself for the long road ahead, yawns pausing his usually efficient packing, he said, “I wonder what Miss Amit would say….”

He could just imagine her clapping her hands. “ You’ve done so well, my lord! You must tell me what you liked!” And then her face flushing red. “ Well if you liked it. It’s alright if you don’t.” He could also see her waving her hands frantically. “What?!? A whole night, sir please! You must rest!”

All of these thoughts greatly appealed to him, but really, he just wanted to see her again, discuss this book, share some snacks, maybe even get another book recommendation.

He let out a yawn. “Well perhaps after some sleep. Hopefully the next one won’t be as exciting.”

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