#i need forestry to get the fuck out

[ireallylikehickorysticksyay]

it always makes me somewhat irrationally angry when i hear british people bitchabout rain... like, no fucking shit sherlock, it's a god damn past tense rainforrest's rotting corps youre living in. you think your ancestors cutting down the trees and getting rid of every fucking "unsavoury" wild animal would cut down on the rain as well? No. now you just have insufferable heat in the summer too, and substantially less filtration for the rain you're still (ungratefull for) living with dont get me started on the fucking pizza oven maze you got going on for your biggest city like.... ? were your designer daddies trying to kill you? there's trees who are considered interesting and gated honourably because they arent small baby sappling christmas sized. YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE SUROUNDED BY TREES THE WIDTH OF FIVE MORBIDLY OBESE ADULT HUMANS YOU SHOULD BE ABLE TO HAVE AT LEAST FOUR AND A HALF PEOPLE BE ABLE TO T POSE AS THE WIDTH OF SOME OF THESE TREES the "bIg TrEe" you're celebrating is a fucking CHILD compared to the TITAN GODS OF LUSH EVERGREEN your supposed to be guarded by the elements with. THESE TREES ARE SUPPOSED TO WIELD ENTIRE ECOSYSTEMS AND OTHER PLANTS ON THEIR BRANCHES WITH EASE they stole this from you, yet you complain about the weather? why are you not infuriated by what people in power before you have smothered out?

NO FUCKING SHIT YOU'RE ALL MISERABLE BASTARDS (no offense of course ^-^) YOU SHOULD BE FUCKING PISSED OFF

but also no. shut the fuck up.

im especially angry because i know my home is probably going to end up the same way, of course i dont hate the actual loggers, they're just trying to survive in a capitalist hellscape, i get that they have families to feed and dont get a real say in what is going to get cut down whether they quit/get fired or stick around for the paycheck to avoid homelessness. but the pencil pushers who think it's a good idea to shave down what we still have? the remorseless pieces of shit who hire those pencil pushers? i will not miss them if or when they go missing.

grrr

it always makes me somewhat irrationally angry when british people bitchabout the weather. because they should be angry about what they dont seem to understand what was taken from them, i wish they'd get angry, because if they cant then im scared what that means for us, and our next generation. i feel like there's nothing i can do as corrupt forestry propaganda hollers how forsestry builds jobs as they tear everything down before moving to the next fifty acres because there's no more feasible work left for them in the area.bC wAs BuIlT oN fOrEsTrY ... okay? so what? bc was built (partially) on forestry (also fishing and fur trade and water distribution and the art inspired by the lack of habitat loss compared to places lik the uk on top of so so much more than JUST forestry you self centered propogandizing tumors) in the same way canada was built on genocide. in the same way elon muck was built on child-slave labour. in the same way most pimps are built on human trafficking. it doesnt make it right it doesnt make it sustainable. people before us needed to log to make room for homes the eurocentric way. we have more than enough human habitat, lets leave the rest so we can actually thrive in it rather than just kill everything including ourselves?

BC ALONE IS 25 PERCENT OF ALL TEMPERATE RAINFOREST LEFT. DO YOU UNDERSTAND. the ENTIRE FUCKING WORLD. WE HAVE A QUARTER OF IT AND YOU'RE RAKING IT AWAY.

we are a first world country if we cant protect our forests then what the fuck does that mean for other rainforests temperate or not in third world?

(emotional support martens because dopamine, they're the most adorable mischievous little shits you'll ever meet <3)

i live specifically on vancouver island, so NOT cutting down trees so we can be better protected against landslides and the elements is even more important, any issue wed have would be magnified

#undescribed image #image undescribed #undescribed images #old growth #politics #rant #bc #canada #vent #climate change #tw climate change #im scared and angry and tired #tw im being a bitch right now i know. if you want me to shut up suck me off then we'll talk..er... not.. talk #im sorry #i need forestry to get the fuck out #litterally just farm the fucking trees dude #I WISH BRITISH PEOPLE WOULD STOP BITCHING ABOUT RAIN AND GET MAD ABOUT THE SUBSTANTIAL LACK OF FOREST THAT WOULD FILTER THE RAIN AND FIX TH #WATER POLUTION PROBLEM THATS OVER THERE THAT WOULD FIX THE HEAT STROKE RISK THAT COMES EVERY YEAR THAT WOULD FIX THE POLLUTION PROBLEM #they smell amazing

[aynavaano]

Beautifully blind

Tech x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 4.6k

Summary:

Ever since you joined the Bad Batch you had your eyes on Tech, he is everything you could possibly want, soft, intelligent, caring but also strong and protective. You’ve been flirting with him for a while without any response and gave up thinking he is just not interested in you. But one day when you are left alone working on one of his modifications on the Marauder together it turns out the whole time you were speaking a language he didn’t understand.

Notes:

I really really miss Tech in S3 so I wanted to write some sweet soft smut with him. This work is inspired by “The beginners guid to Osculation” but I took things a bit further…

It’ a first time sex fic Tech x F!reader. Reader is experienced and in love with him. There is fingering, oral (f and m recieving) and unprotected sex but also a lot of fluff. It’s my first time writing Tech and a hope he is not too OOC.

You and Tech are standing in the Cockpit of the Marauder, fiddling with some cables, hanging from a wall panel, together just as Crosshair, Wrecker, and Hunter prepare for another supply run. It's been a few rotations since your arrival here, the Marauder carefully concealed in a secluded forestry patch a few klicks away from the next settlement. During this time, you've managed some much needed repairs and some of Techs planned modifications, as well as restocking on supplies. While the last supply run was a joint effort, today you and Tech decided to remain on the ship finishing his latest project and preparing for your departure, as there's little left to gather from the nearby town. Just when they're about to leave you overhear Crosshair boast to his brothers about his plans to fuck the girl from the market again, telling them they don’t need to wait for him on the way back because he’s planning to take his sweet time with her, a smug grin adorning his face, as always and a toothpick dangling in the corner of his mouth. As they make their way out Wrecker pats Crosshairs shoulder jolting him a step forward and they all burst into laughter, leaving you and Tech alone in the cockpit.

You caught a fleeting glimpse of disappointment, perhaps even a hint of sadness, in Tech's eyes at Crosshairs words and try not to think about it too much, but you can’t ignore it, you care too much about him. After silently working alongside him for a while, handing him tools and lending a hand you approach him cautiously. "Tech," you start, "I couldn't help but notice your reaction to Crosshair talking about the girl from the market. Were you... also into her?"

"What brought you to that conclusion?" he asks hesitantly, tilting his head towards you, his voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty.

"I saw your face when Crosshair mentioned her, you seemed disappointed or even sad," you say, breaking the uncomfortable silence that hung between you for a moment. He doesn't respond immediately, the weight of your observation sinking in.

To ease the tension, you quickly add, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. It's none of my business," before turning back to continue working on the panel. After a moment, Tech sighs and let’s his arms sink down, his gaze fixed on a distant point as he gathers his thoughts.

"It's not about that particular girl," he begins, his voice tinged with vulnerability, "but rather that I have never experienced the kind of intimacy Crosshair was referring to." He pauses, struggling to articulate his feelings. "It's always my brothers that succeed in getting a woman because it is extremely difficult for me to understand the subtle signs and the body language of someone I am attracted to, even if I've did a lot of research about the topic. I have accepted it but sometimes, when they brag about their experiences it’s difficult for me"

His confession catches you off guard, and you look at him with wide eyes, trying to comprehend his revelation. "Are you saying you've never been with someone... in that way?" you ask, your voice filled with disbelief.

Tech nods solemnly. "Correct, that's exactly what I said," he confirms. The realization hits you like a blaster shot to your guts – the handsome, beautiful man before you, that you’ve been admiring for such a long time, has seemingly never had the chance to experience any kind of sexual activities, and has accepted it as his fate.

"You're telling me you're a virgin?" you blurt out, startled by the revelation.

"I don't particularly like that word, but yes, that is the proper term that would apply to me," Tech responds, his expression vulnerable yet resolute. "However, to be precise, there was one incident where my brothers tried to pair me off with a woman, but I stopped it immediately, it felt extremely uncomfortable." He pauses, reflecting on his research. "For some people, it seems to be pleasant to have casual sexual encounters, while others prefer to have an emotional connection to their sexual partner. I think the latter applies to me, it needs to be with someone I know, someone I feel safe with, and am more than just attracted to in a physical way." He admit, his vulnerability shining through as he reveals, "Someone like you," the last bit of his sentence, slipping from his lips before his mind can stop him.

You almost choke on your breath, caught off guard by Tech's unexpected confession, but a giggle escapes your lips nonetheless. However, the lighthearted moment is quickly replaced by a look of embarrassment on his face. He tries to compose himself, his words stumbling out as he apologizes, "I'm… sorry,… I shouldn't have said that. Please don't ridicule me for it. I may process moments and thoughts differently, but it does not mean that I feel any less than you." He hesitates before continuing, "You don't have to say anything. I know I would never have a chance with you,"

"Oh Tech," you respond softly, reaching out to gently touch his arm. "I've not been laughing at you. I just couldn't grasp what you were saying, and how beautifully blind we both seem to be. I've been into you since forever, literally since I became part of the crew, and I've been trying to flirt with you for months, but I thought you were just not interested in me, so I gave up and let you be, because I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable."

Tech's eyes widen in surprise at your confession. "I... I thought you were... maybe interested in Wrecker because you recently spent so much time together," he admits, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

"Oh, but that's just because Hunter wanted me to learn more about explosives, that's why, you know how bad I am with handling that kind of stuff," you explain, hoping to clear up any misunderstandings.

"Undoubtedly I see why Hunter ordered that, you almost killed us all on Onderon with that thermal detonator. I’m relieved to know you’re taking care of it” he says, adjusting his goggles to have a better look at you. You giggle gazing up at him, almost loosing yourself in his beautiful brown eyes.

“The thought never crossed my mind that someone like you would be attracted to me like that," Tech confesses, his tone tinged with self-doubt. "While I exceed my brothers in many aspects, this is a particular field where I never stood a chance against them. I see the signs, but I cannot interpret them. I observed that you've come closer to me, you are touching my arm and that your face has slightly reddened, indicating an accelerated heartbeat, but I don't know how to proceed with that information."

"Tech... stop talking," you hesitantly interject, inching a little closer to him and seeking his gaze. "Do you want to kiss me?"

Your heart races as you feel the tension building between you, his eyes locking onto yours, a sense of understanding flickering over his features.

"Yes, I would very much like that," he responds earnestly, his voice filled with anticipation. "I am positive that you already know that I am recording everything, but I want your consent if I keep recording. Will you let me?" he adds slightly nervous.

You nod in agreement, giving him the permission he seeks.

"Do you want me to kiss you, or do you want to begin?" you inquire, seeking his preference.

He pauses for a moment before expressing his desire for you to initiate the kiss and guide him.

With a soft smile, glancing up at him seeking his gaze you lean in and wrap your arms around his neck. Gently, you pull his head slightly down towards you, tilting yours upwards, eyes shut, closing the gap between your lips. It's a soft kiss, yet filled with a hunger, hoping to leave him wanting more. His lips are incredibly soft and your body starts to tingle a bit by the realization that you are really kissing Tech, it’s not another one of your daydreams, he is right here in your arms.

He doesn’t respond to the kiss, but he allows you to kiss him for a little bit longer and when you part, you notice his dilated pupils and feel the rapid beat of his heart against his chest. ”How did that feel?” you whisper, as your eyes meet, arms still wrapped around him.

"I very much enjoy how my body reacts to you, unfamiliar but very pleasant," he admits, his voice tinged with awe and slightly out of breath.

"Do you want more?" you offer selfishly, glancing up at him with a smile. He nods eagerly in response.

Encouraged, you kiss him again, now with a bit more passion. And this time he instantly responds, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer, his lips eagerly moving against yours. You brush your tongue against his lower lip and he opens up letting you in. You can barely control yourself anymore and when your tongues meet you feel the heat rising in your body, pooling between your legs. “Tech..” you moan softly, not parting the kiss.

Suddenly, he picks you up maneuvering you to the other side of the cockpit and onto the control panel of the Marauder. You instinctively wrap your legs around him, feeling the subtle pressure of his growing arousal against you. The intensity of the moment causes him to break the kiss, gasping for air as he tries to compose himself.

You gently cup his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips, and ask, “Do you want to try more than just kissing?” His eyes flicker with uncertainty, and you try to voice it more clearly, “Do you want to have sex with me Tech?”

His response is eager, almost breathless, as he nods and replies, “Yes, I want.”

With a sense of anticipation coursing through you, you don’t wait any longer an swiftly discard your shirt, revealing the contours of your body to him. His gaze lingers, wide-eyed, on your bare chest, and you feel a rush of excitement at his reaction. “Touch me,” you whisper, your voice barely above a breath, inviting him to explore you further.

He hesitates, his hand trembling slightly as he reaches out, his fingers tracing the curve of your cheek before trailing down to your chest. As his fingers gently slide over your nipple, a soft gasp escapes your lips, eliciting a smile from him. “I very much like that sound,” he murmurs, his voice filled with a hint of wonder.

With a tentative question in his eyes, he asks, “Can I kiss you there?” You nod in response, a mixture of anticipation and desire coursing through you. Slowly, he leans in, his lips brushing against your skin as he trails soft kisses down your neck, lingering at the curve of your breast. Each touch sends shivers down your spine, and you can't help but let out a few more soft moans, encouraging him to continue. He slowly gets more courageous exploring you and begins to suck one of you hardened nipples into his mouth eliciting even more gasps and moans from you. It feels like he is enjoying to test what kind of sounds he can get out of you.

Trying not to break from his touch you wiggle yourself out of your pants, leaving you clad only in your little satin panties, grateful that you put one of the nicer ones on this morning. His eyes widen with a mixture of excitement and nervousness as he takes in the sight of you before him, his gaze roaming over your exposed skin, drinking in every curve and contour.

“Explore my body, Tech,” you urge him, your voice filled with longing. His fingers trace over your skin, trailing along the inside of your thighs, hesitating slightly as they brush over the soaked fabric of your panties, already dampened by your arousal. "I studied some publications about female arousal," he begins, his voice laced with curiosity, "telling from the level of wetness I assume you enjoy this a lot. Is it because you haven’t been with someone in a while? I understood that once you tried and enjoyed sexual activities, it can become something of a need?"

A soft chuckle escapes your lips at his earnestness, and you reply, "It’s not because I need it, Tech. It’s because I want it, because I want you. Your touch and your kisses caused that."

"Interesting," he remarks, his tone thoughtful as if he's processing the information. At your instruction, he carefully removes your panties, his excitement undeniable as he takes in the sight of you naked body before him. His gaze roams over you, exploring every inch of your nakedness, before he drops to his knees to get a better view.

"Touch me," you encourage him, leaning over the control panel, pressing a button to seal the entrance to the cockpit, just in case the others come back earlier than expected. With eager anticipation, he trails his fingers over your slick folds, the slightest touch sending shivers of pleasure through you. He slides one finger between your outer lips, gently parting them, his movements cautious yet purposeful, and he asks, "Is that ok?"

"You don’t have to ask for my consent anymore, Tech," you reassure him, your desire evident in your voice. "I want this. I want you."

With that assurance, he very carefully begins to slide a finger into you, and you moan softly at the sensation, encouraging him to continue. Another finger follows suit, and he begins to move hesitantly, exploring the depths of your warm core. It feels incredible, his touch igniting a fire within you that threatens to consume you entirely.

So many months you had spent fantasizing about something like this, but after he didn’t react to your flirting attempts you gave up and now you are here, completely naked, spread all over the control panel, with Tech between your legs and his fingers pushing into you.

He curls his fingers up, finding that sweet, soft spot that sends waves of extra strong pleasure coursing through your body and you can't help but cry out his name. His touch is intoxicating, each movement bringing you closer to the edge of an orgasm.

Feeling yourself on the brink, you gasp, "Tech, I won’t last long if you keep doing that." He hesitates for a moment, unsure what to do, but you encourage him to continue. "No, it’s good. I just… you will make me cum very quickly if you keep doing that," you assure him, your voice filled with desire.

Surprised but delighted by your response, Tech eagerly returns to his attention to your core. "Oh, I would love to give you an orgasm if you let me," he admits, his enthusiasm undeniable. You nod “Please” and with your consent, he thrust back into you, his fingers moving with purpose and determination.

Leaning in closer, he focuses his attention on your clit, his tongue adding a new dimension to the pleasure. It's a revelation, the intensity building with each thrust of his fingers, you cant believe he’s never done that before, but then again he is the man that knows everything.

You feel your body tensing up already and it takes only a few more flicks of his tongue against your clit before you cum. Stars shatter before your eyes and it feels incredibly good to ride out your orgasm on his fingers, your body trembling with the force of your release. You moan his name, lost in the pleasure pulsing through you, your head thrown back, eyes rolling in bliss.

Looking up at you in awe, Tech savors the sight before him. He's completely captivated by the way your body responds to his touch, determined not to miss a single moment of it.

After you slowly descend from the heights of your orgasm, he carefully slides his finger out of you and rises to his feet, standing before you. You lean up and press your lips to his. "Do you want me to explore your body?" you inquire, and he eagerly nods in response. You gracefully slip from the control panels, your eyes locked on him as he swiftly sheds his armor with practiced hands. When he's down to the bottom of his blacks, you gently guide him backward into the pilot's seat, a silent invitation for him to surrender to your touch.

You approach him with a mix of excitement and tenderness, fully aware that this is his first experience and taking care not to overwhelm him. You position yourself between his legs, one hand trailing over his chest and you leave a few heated kisses on his neck before you kneel down, your eyes lock with his, offering reassurance. "Relax, Tech. Let me take care of you," you say softly.

With a slow and deliberate hand, you begin to undo his pants, revealing his evident arousal. Your gaze flickers to his cock, noting its impressive length and girth, feeling a surge of desire as you prepare to pleasure him. Slowly taking him into your mouth, you start with gentle movements, savoring the taste of him as you explore each inch of his beautiful thick cock.

Tech's breath catches in his throat as you work him, his fingers tightening on the armrests. "Do you like how it feels?" you murmur, your voice a soft hum against his sensitive skin. He manages to nod, his expression a mix of pleasure and wonder as you continue.

Adjusting your pace, you find a rhythm that suits him, teasing and tantalizing as you build his arousal. With each movement, you feel him growing harder beneath your touch, his hips shifting instinctively to meet your mouth. "I…I’m close," he gasps, his voice strained with desire.

Despite the temptation to push him over the edge just now and see his beautiful brown eyes flutter, you hold back, knowing that you want to give him more. With a loving smile, you ease off, allowing him a moment to catch his breath. "Not yet," you whisper, your voice laced with anticipation. “I would like to ride you, do you want that?”

Tech's eyes widen with surprise and need as he understands what you want to do. With a hungry look in his eyes, he nods eagerly.

You rise from your knees, moving with purpose as you straddle his lap, positioning yourself above him. With a delicate touch, you guide his throbbing cock to the entrance of your slick, wet core, feeling the anticipation building between you. The pressure of his length against you already sends shivers down your spine, aching with desire for more. "Are you ready?" you whisper, your breath hot against his ear as you pepper his neck with soft kisses. Unable to speak, Tech nods eagerly, his eyes filled with longing as he awaits your next move.

As you lower yourself onto him, a wave of pleasure washes over you, his thick cock stretching you in all the right ways. You moan with satisfaction, relishing in the sensation of being filled by him. Tech's heartbeat quickens beneath you, his shallow breaths echoing the intensity of the moment. "Breathe, Tech," you murmur, planting tender kisses along his jawline, allowing him a moment to adjust to the feeling of being inside you.

With a slow, deliberate pace, you begin to move, rising and falling on his length, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through both of you. Tech's composed facade begins to crack, his control slipping away as he succumbs to the ecstasy of your union. You enjoy to see him slowly coming undone in front of you. Tech, who is always in control, always composed is coming undone. And you love that you can do that to him.

As you increase your rhythm, Tech's hands find hold on your waist, his touch grounding you as you ride him. You brace yourself against his shoulders, granting him a beautiful view of your bouncing breasts right before his face, fueling his desire even further. You feel him tensing up, his cock pressing even harder against your walls with every move. “It’s okay Tech” you reassure him, “cum inside me”urging him to let go and release within you.

You lean down to leave a few kisses and gentle bites along his neck, increasing your pace further and it doesn’t take long until he succumbs to the overwhelming pleasure, his cock pulsating within you as he spills his warm cum deep inside your core. The sensation of him filling you up is so overwhelmingly good it triggers another orgasm, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. You cry out his name as you clench around him, the intensity of your orgasm echoing his own. He looks at you in awe by the sensation of your pussy tightening around his cock. Collapsing onto his chest, you both bask in the aftermath, your bodies entwined and slick with sweat, lost in the euphoria of your connection.

Tech catches his breath first, his chest rising and falling as he composes himself. "I would enjoy doing that again sometime," he admits, his voice filled with a hint of longing but also uncertainty.

You smile warmly, reassurance in your eyes as you reply, "Whenever you want, Tech. I'm yours." Leaning in, you press your lips against his, a soft and tender kiss filled with promise. “I love you,” you whisper, your words carrying the weight of your affection.

As his softened cock slowly begins to slip out of you, you feel his warm cum dripping from your core onto the seat beneath you. "I should clean that up before we make a mess here," you remark, a playful glint in your eyes as you glance down at the evidence of your shared passion.

Tech nods in agreement, his gaze lingering on you as he gestures towards the fresher. "Go on. I'll take care of the cockpit," he offers, his tone gentle yet determined, showing his willingness to share the responsibilities.

Before you can leave, he pulls you close, his lips capturing yours in a deep and passionate kiss. "Thank you," he murmurs against your lips, his gratitude evident in his touch as he expresses his appreciation for your connection.

"For what?" you wonder, eager to understand the depth of his emotions.

"For communicating with me in a way that I understand," he explains, his words resonating with sincerity as he acknowledges the significance of your connection and the efforts you've made to bridge any gaps in understanding.

With a smile and a soft kiss, you accept his gesture, making your way to the fresher, mindful not to leave a trail of cum behind as you prepare to clean up. As you go, you're filled with a sense of contentment, knowing that despite any challenges, you and Tech have found a way to connect deeply, both physically and emotionally.

When you tap out of the fresher, all cleaned up, clothes back on, you are relieved to see that the others seemingly still haven’t returned, giving you and Tech a little more time together. Glancing over at the cockpit, you notice it looks nice and clean, as if nothing had happened. Satisfied, you step outside the Marauder and find Tech sitting in the low grass, his datapad in hand and connected to his ears. He smiles at you, and you can't help but return the smile as you approach him.

"What are you doing?" you inquire, curiosity lacing your tone.

"I'm listening to the sounds you made," he responds, a happy glance in his eyes. Your cheeks flush at his words, and he chuckles softly. "I enjoy this very much, it's already my favorite recording."

He pulls you in for a kiss, and you melt into his embrace, feeling a sense of warmth and affection wash over you. You make yourself comfortable in the grass next to him and he hands you a cup of fresh caff, asking if you feel good.

"Haven’t felt so good in a while…and thank you for cleaning up the cockpit," you express your gratitude, but a hint of worry creeps into your voice. "But I guess that Hunter will smell it anyway. He can smell a Bantha ten klicks against the wind."

Tech laughs, reassuring you. "That is precisely right, but don't worry. I spilled some caff to cover up the scent for now. However, we will need to tell them eventually that we…we…”

“…had sex in Hunters ship and will continue to do so?” you offer to finish the sentence with a wide grin on your face.

“That we are engaging in a romantic relationship. And that is MY ship" he corrects you. “But I fear their response to this news will not be that elated at first.”

You furrow your brows in concern, prompting him to explain further. "Why do you think your brothers won't be happy for you, Tech?"

He adjusts his goggles, his expression thoughtful. "Because shortly after you became part of our crew, they made a bet on who would get… who would succeed in having sex with you first. And the bet was not on me. And not on a relationship either, rather on a more... casual encounter."

"Who was it?" you ask, curious to know the outcome.

Tech sighs, his gaze dropping momentarily. "On Crosshair. It was on Crosshair. I bet on him too. Statistically, he has the highest success rate, so it was a safe bet... I thought."

You chuckle softly, realizing the implications, of course it was Crosshair. "Well, that will dent his ego a bit, but he'll survive it," you laugh, needless to say Crosshair is a handsome man with an aura that is best described as intense but he’s just not your type, you prefer soft and nerdy but lethal, and sometimes a bit unhinged, just like the beautiful man sitting beside you.

Feeling a sense of content wash over you, you happily lean into Tech, resting your head on his chest as you revel in the comfort and security of his embrace.

Shouldn't we finish the modification we abandoned?" you inquire, gazing up at the sky.

"I would much rather enjoy the time with you out here," Tech responds, his voice filled with warmth. "It is not often that we are on a planet where the atmosphere is breathable, meteorological conditions are predominantly pleasant, and there is no extremely hostile wildlife that we have to pay attention to. Besides, with your help, I can quickly finish the modification later. We will need to learn to enjoy the moments we get together without my brothers, as they will be scarce."

You gaze up at him in awe, feeling a sense of gratitude wash over you as you cuddle closer to him. "Well,if we have time, then tell me everything you know about those little fuzzy creatures up there jumping around in the trees," you say, pointing towards the playful fury animals in the distance.

He smiles down at you, his eyes reflecting fondness. "Gladly," he responds, before leaning in to give you the softest, most loving kiss.

As he begins to speak, his voice takes on the tone of a database, filled with information about the local wildlife. You've always loved animals and listening to Tech talking for hours about the local wildlife and its possible dangers or benefits during missions has fascinated you each time. But now, wrapped in his arms, experiencing this as private lecture and stealing a few kisses in between is the best feeling in the galaxy

#the bad batch #star wars #tbb #tbb tech #bad batch fanfic #tbb fanfiction #tech x reader #tech x you

[ducknewtonscoolhat]

On this day I present

Every single time Duck Newton is horrible at lying !

Episode 7

Duck: Yeah, it’s a nickname. Listen, y’all got a van handy, why don’t you hop in and get on trucking. Don’t forget to— don’t worry ‘bout your clothes. We’ll drive them up seperate.

Swimmer: Why can’t we take our clothes?

Duck: [freezing up] You need to— you need— uh. Here, I’ll get them. Y’all start loading in the van and I’ll bring your clothes out to ya’s. Just another one of the many services we offer from the Forestry Service.

Episode 10

Pigeon: Well, I know how to do it, I just wanna know why.

Duck: Perfect. Perfect. Why? It's for firefighter training? Yeah, it's for firefighter training. It's been a little while since I last told someone that, so I had some time to forget it. But it's for firefighting training, cuz we can't get enough water pressure to fight the fires, forest fires.

Pigeon: Out in Monongahela?

Duck: Yeeeeeeep.

Pigeon: Duck, that's on the opposite side of town. I can find other places that I can get you some more water pressure instead of pumping it out of the water park almost a mile away.

Duck: Yeah, but the water park is definitely gonna be closed. If you can tell me somewhere where you can guarantee that they're not gonna need that amount of water that's using that amount, I'd love to hear about it. Cus, off the top of my head, I can't improvise anything.

Pigeon: There's a reservoir right next to Monongahela.

Duck: The reservoir is a source of water but it's not gonna give other— fuck, listen Pigeon, here's the thing. I... love... to… practice fishing. But... the running water... frightens me, it's called hydrophobia. And I would love to practice my cast in a real water environment where I can get in a large body where I can guarantee that running water won't be a factor. And I would just love to practice my cast in a guaranteed still body. But here's the other thing, sometimes if you do it in a lake, that's what you're thinking, a fish will bite it and normally that's ideal, but I'm just trying to practice casting. It's like, when you don't want to catch, that's when they're biting, y’know what I mean? So I need a still body of water that I can guarantee won't move to practice my fishing casting.

Episode 13

Duck: I should’ve put some time into it, honestly, but I uh… I was real busy with family over the holidays, so I didn’t make much—

Mama: You literally just said you didn’t have any family in town over the holidays.

Duck: God dammit. Dammit!

Mama: I mean, it’s fine if you couldn’t dig anything up, but you don’t gotta lie to old Mama, you know?

Duck: Dammit! Dammit, Duck!

Mama: You don’t have to beat yourself up about it, Duck, I mean po—

Duck: Fuck!

Episode 14

EMT: Do you know what happened to him?

Duck: Oh boy…um…do you want the truth or a more convincing lie? Um, nah so, okay, right… so the Pizza Hut sign started to fall, ‘cause of the weather, and he ran up there on… a fire escape… and tried to push it? …With a bat? Damn it. Nah, he just pushed it, and it fell, but then he fell ‘cause he got shocked. I bet… mmm…I didn’t see. I was in-Ah, shit! Alright, hey fol-hey guys, rewind. I-hey guys, rewind a second. Ah fuck! I was inside, I didn’t see. Anything! I don’t know… this man. I do know this man. His name-Fuck!  Alright, I Ned, hi, here's-hmmm. Alright, so this man’s name is Ned, and he’s a friend of mine, and I don’t know what the hell happened to him, but you know this guy. He’s always getting into something. I don’t know, I was in the building, I almost got killed by a Pizza Hut sign. I might be in shock!

Episode 18

Duck: Honestly… uh if I gotta tell you the truth, Juno, I’m— I was trying to get into character. I’ve been—

Juno: You’re going undercover with these teens?

Duck: —I’m going undercover. I got a undercover teenage identity. It’s— it’s Frick Richums and when I assume the identity of Frick Richums, I’m trying to get undercover, with the Hornets [hisses] so I can find their illegal grow thing. [grunts]

Juno: You are a truly miserable liar, Duck Newton.

Duck: Goddamnit! I put on such a good— damnit!

Juno: Hey, when you’re finished with the… with those, those nails. Would you mind taking them back to the station? I need to sort of keep going around the perimeter see if I can find something to, you know, maybe help with your investigation to take down those— those drug kingpins, the Hornets.

Duck: Yeah, Juno, about that. I— I was kidding about that, of course. I was just having some fun. But I did… I did hear some of them talking on...... Facebook about you and how they were gonna target you. Like they need to get you out of the way. And it kinda freaked me out a little bit. Can you think of any reason anybody would wanna get you… outta the way? Or— or be targeting you? Like… for this?

Episode 21

(Deputy Dewey is asking for alibis)

Duck: Me— Me— Me too.

Deputy Dewey: You too what? You were

Duck: Yup.

Deputy Dewey: Alright…

Duck: Me too. I was— Yup, I— Yup, me too, for both. Yup, me too. Mmm…

Aubrey: Duck, are you okay? You look like you need to use the bathroom.

Duck: Nope. Yeah, I do. Yup. Uh, Burritos, alright… Bye.

Episode 22 Featuring Ned and Aubrey also being bad at lying

Morgue Technician: Can I help y'all with something?

Duck: Well, we would like to see the bodies of--

Aubrey: My brother!

Duck: My dad.

Ned: My son.

Duck: His brother. Her-- His-- His son, her brother, my dad.

Aubrey: Not related. There's two of 'em.

Ned: But you have to figure out which two.

Duck: We need to see a body for a dare. I'm sorry about all the lies from before but we need to see a body for a dare.

Aubrey: I was dared to look at the body of my brother.

Ned: And my son.

Aubrey: I was dared to look at the body of his son. Who is also my brother. Because he is my father.

Episode 32

Duck: Um… yup. It‘s… Harpo. Uh, all… [imitating crackling noise] Y‘all hearing this? [imitating crackling] The… radio break up. Radio break up. Mrrr.

#taz amnesty #duck newton #the adventure zone #duck newton fan account #taz

[marthawrites]

Pretty Girl

Modern Aemond Targaryen x fem reader

Word count: 6.8k+

About: There's been some weird stuff happening in the woods and your boss buys top of the line security cameras. You definitely weren't expecting to hit it off so well with the tech guy who is much more than a tech guy.

Includes: Meeting, first date, some drinking, explicit sexual content (fem receiving oral, p in v)

Note: Hello lovely reader! This is my first modern Aemond story. This idea has been rolling around my head for a good month or two. I wasn't expecting to go so deep, but the ideas kept coming and I ran with them! Reader is nondescript and implied to be 21+ due to alcohol consumption. As always, please enjoy! ♥

read pt 2 here

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The bright chime of your text tone cut through the mellow voiced narrator of your current podcast obsession: supposed real life horror stories. Perhaps not the smartest thing to listen to while alone ten miles deep into the forest in the ranger's cabin. But, whatever. What's life without a little risk, anyway? Swiping your screen open revealed your boss' message.

Hey kid. Running late. That tech guy is scheduled to be there for the installation at 9:30. We had a minor family emergency here. Everything is fine. I'm working to head out within the hour. Text you when I'm on the road.

It was already 9 and you knew there wasn't a chance in hell Joey would be there by the time the install person showed up. Great. You ran a hand down your face and, since you were alone, didn't fight the groan that adamantly broke free. Customer service – this could be considered customer service, right? – was never your forte. There was a reason you went to school for forestry. Mostly so you wouldn't have to deal with customers on the regular. You texted back:

I'm glad everything is fine! But, if I end up ax murdered by this freak I'm going to haunt you forever. Also, you're to take care of Charles. He's very needy.

A minute later the chime broke the podcaster's voice again:

Oh please. They're a very respectable family. How is a fish needy? Don't they just need tap water?

You laughed out loud, reading the message in Joey's rumbling baritone.

That's right, boss. Tap water and cheerios!

When you didn't hear back from him within the next few minutes you could only assume he started driving.

You had a good twenty minutes to kill while waiting for this person and weren't quite sure how to spend your time. A cool early-spring rain poured all morning, and an angry late-winter wind sent the trees swaying all around. You weren't going out there if you didn't have to. In fact, you threw another log into the wood stove and brewed up a fresh pot of coffee. No reason to stress about trying to look busy when you knew your boss would be doing the same thing if he were here with you waiting.

Once the coffee was finished you fixed yourself a cup and sat by the fire, completely absorbed by the tale in your ear: friends camping with no one else around, being taunted by something. A truly unsettling tale regardless it it were paranormal, a druggie, or a stalker.

A knock on the front door nearly sent the remainder of your hot beverage spilling and your fingers visibly trembled as they touched your earbud to pause the story. Jesus Christ. Did the person arrive in a fucking spaceship? You didn't hear anything coming up the gravel road nor parking in the gravel lot. Taking a few deep breaths to settle your racing nerves, you stood and walked to the door. You cracked it open to the width of your head, just enough to see the person standing on the, thankfully, well covered porch. “Can I help you?”

“Hm. You don't look like a Joey Wagner,” the man on the porch mat said, a single pale brow arching.

Holy shit. He was really handsome. “No. He's my boss. I'm one of the forest rangers beneath him. What can I help you with?” You opened the door wider in an attempt to get a sight of whatever vehicle he showed up in. Despite not having much knowledge in cars, you knew that “T” anywhere. So, you were right: he might as well have shown up in a spaceship.

“I'm Aemond Targaryen. I'm here to install the Vhagar security system and cameras,” he paused and looked around, curious of the exterior of the ranger's lodge and surrounding woods. “I'm.. a... I'm a little surprised you want such a system here.”

“You and me both. Apparently it's your best one, right? I dunno what's been spooking Joey but whatever it is must be pretty weird. That thing's probably my entire yearly salary and then some,” you laughed dryly, gesturing to the briefcase he held. “I'm Y/N,” you added with a smile. “He's running late this morning, but told me you'd be here. I was expecting someone more, uhm...,” you tilted your head and closed one eye as if you were looking at him through a telescope. “Nerdy?” You mused aloud, nose scrunching with the somewhat embarrassing admission.

That sent a grin across his face. His chin tilted up as he regarded you down the long straight line of his nose. “I could say the same about you and forest rangers.”

Beneath your green and tan uniform your skin prickled. Something in you thrummed. This was bad news. Very bad news. When the hell was Joey going to be here? You tried to shake off the sensation his sweeping gaze gave you. He had a long paling scar over his the right side of his angular chiseled face, and there seemed to be something off about his right eye too. You didn't say anything about it and tried not to stare. “Anyway, wanna get started? It's warmer in here, I promise,” you gestured a thumb over your shoulder and swung the door wide so he might step inside.

“Yeah, thanks. It'll take awhile to get all finished. The rest of today and maybe half of tomorrow or so, too,” he admitted as he strode inside.

You whistled lowly at that – at his remark, not his backside – unaware it'd be such an ordeal. “That long?” His hair was long and beautiful in a way you didn't often see men wear their hair; so blonde it was a silvery-white. He had it pulled back in a simple ponytail. It hung a little loose and you couldn't help but wonder if he put it up in haste this morning. Aside from his Adidas shoes (which stuck out adorably, you thought to yourself), he wore all dark colors. Blacks, grays, and only the barest hints of white. Jacket, sweater, the neck of what you assumed was a t-shirt, and straight legged pants. Casually and mindfully layered.

Inside was much warmer, indeed. So much so that Aemond immediately took his jacket off. The simple gesture sent clean laundry and the faintest trace of cologne wafting your way; the fine muscles behind your ears flexed with the reveal. His sweater looked unbearably soft and you hated yourself for being so drawn to a man you literally just met three minutes ago. He was unfairly good-looking, yeah, but what if he was a jerk too because of it? "You weren't lying," he said, giving you a glance from his left side. "It's cozy. Is it just you here?"

You gestured him to follow you through the place. "For now, yeah. Here's the security room. Everything's open and unlocked so you should be able to do whatever you need to. Joey will be here eventually." The room was a little cramped with multiple monitors, desks, cabinets, and general clutter; papers, writing things, wrappers, cups, the like. "Oh shit. Sorry sorry. I should have cleaned it up. I didn't realize the boss left it such a mess," heat rose in your cheeks as you rolled your eyes, annoyed.

"I'm not worried," he replied calmly, seemingly unbothered by the mess. Taking advantage of a clean space you just cleaned, he placed the briefcase atop it and opened it up. With your back to him he found himself giving you another glance or two, grinning privately. How could someone make that uniform look so good?

"Care for coffee or water?" You asked, all the counter space now clear of clutter. Various wrappers crinkled in your pockets and you held four empty cups between both hands.

"Coffee, please. Black," he answered.

You pushed the door further open with the help of your foot and butt, leaving Aemond alone to get started on the lengthy process. Once in the kitchen you gave yourself a few extra minutes to collect yourself. Frankly, you felt half-silly for being so enamored by this tall, lithe, long haired stranger. He probably had a girlfriend back home!

"Here you are," you said upon returning, placing a mug down for him.

"Thank you," he said, turning his gaze up to you appreciatively. "Do you ever see weird things on these in the middle of the night?"

Instead of sitting down you opted to stand with one hand on your hip and the other flat atop the desk. You leaned against the edge and turned your head to look over the various monitors in an attempt to not stare at him. "Sometimes," you answered honestly, weighing how much you wanted to divulge. "Lights with no apparent light source are a more common occurance. Sick animals can look extremely strange," you paused and chuckled nervously. "Of course, there's always random homeless people, vagabonds, and even drunk or drugged out people." From your peripheral you realized he hadn't taken his eyes off you and it sent a shudder of embarrassment down your back. Did you have something on your face? "What?" You asked, turning your attention to him, then, breath catching in your throat.

It was his turn for color to creep in his cheeks. "Ugh. I was staring, huh? Sorry. You're just, uh... really pretty," he said, caught and guilty, rubbing the back of his neck. "I was expecting a Joey to match that deep voice on the phone. Not like a Dawson's Creek Joey."

Before you had a chance to reply the front door swung open and the booming voice of the actual Joey called, "hey, hey, so sorry to be late! Damn dog killed another squirrel and my youngest was the one to find it. Poor thing nearly had a panic attack."

"Oh damn. Sorry to hear that, boss," you hollered back, cringing.

"Hard lessons for kids to learn," he said, appearing in the doorway sipping on his own cup. He was a big man and easily took up the whole width of it, and the chair he sat upon groaned beneath his weight. "Enough of that though! If it isn't Aemond Targaryen of Dragon Security! I was surprised as shit to hear it'd be you installing these. Don't you normally have grunts to do this work?"

Aemond chuffed and shook the older man's massive hand. "Usually, yeah. My dad's fixing to retire soon and my older brother doesn't want to take up the mantle. So here I am doing boots-on-the-ground training to get a feel of things before taking his place."

"Good boy! You'll be the youngest wealthiest mother fucker around!" He belly laughed and clapped his free hand atop Aemond's. "Now! Walk me through this. This ain't no joke. There's been some wild shit going on and I intend to catch whatever it is. If I get famous I'll be sure to mention you too, boy," he drank half his coffee in a single chug and put his game face on.

"I've got rounds to make. I'll check on you guys in a couple hours," you said with a grin. You lingered on Aemond a moment longer. When you caught his gaze you give him a little look, letting him know you heard him and thought similairly. At least, you hoped that's what you silently communicated.

You never believed in love at first sight. But, lust at first sight? Maybe that's what burned low in your belly.

Through the single window he watched you jump into one of the ranger's newer model orange jeeps. A perfect ride for out here, he thought, distracted as you backed the wrangler out and drove away – a stark difference to his Tesla.

-

Your rounds took much longer than originally anticipated and you didn't return until nearly 5 o'clock. Thankfully, the turn of seasons was happening and it was still light outside. Pulling in to park you were surprised to see Aemond's car still in the same spot. It seemed the day was longer than anticipated all around! With the assistance of your visor mirror you took your hair down and ran your fingers through it, glad to finally let it fall free after a day's work. Joey was still here too, and you wanted to at least say bye to him before leaving for the night. You hopped out and started making your way in that direction.

"I'm right here, don't let me startle you," the unfamiliar voice of Aemond called from the tree line. Thank God he said something because he would have startled you out there.

You let out a half strangled laugh. "Thanks for the heads up. But, what are you doing?" You asked, curious steps walking in his direction. He was on a ladder about halfway up a tree. Each time he reached up the hem of his shirt lifted to flash a peek of the pale skin of his lean abdomen and slender hips. Damnit. He must have ditched his sweater sometime ago for he only wore his plain white t-shirt now.

"Just finishing getting the cameras up. Twenty-four in total across the nearest five miles or so," he replied with a final click. "There." Despite the chilly temperature sweat still glistened on his face and neck. He tipped his head down and rolled his bicep up at the same time, using the arm of his tee to wipe his brow. As he came down the ladder you saw his ponytail was replaced by a sloppy bun instead. Loose strands stuck to the dampness of his skin, and some of the more wispy fly-aways stuck out at varying directions. If you thought him handsome before, he, somehow, was even more so now.

"Joey made you do that all by yourself!?" Five miles of carrying ladders and equipment? You wanted to smack your boss.

He shook his head as he landed on both feet, momentarily breathless. "No. We've been together until just, oh, maybe fifteen minutes ago. Wife called him," he gestured to the lodge.

"Oh. Good! I was gonna kick his ass." Secondhand tiredness crept into your bones. "I'm gonna go say bye before heading out. Need help with anything?"

He shook his head for a second time. "I don't think so. Mostly just want to get back to the hotel and shower. I feel disgusting." Lifting up the neckline of his shirt he used it to wipe his face dry, thankful to finally be on the ground to do so without fear of falling off. "And I am starving. What's the best place to eat around here?"

Was he fishing or were you wishing? "There's a really good sandwich place just as you're getting into town. That's where I'm stopping to get dinner anyway," you smiled, belly rumbling loudly in answer.

He sighed contentedly at the idea. "I'll be hitting it up, thanks. If I didn't have to stay and finish a few things I'd ask to meet you there, but...," he paused, eyeing your reaction. You didn't say anything, yet he must have caught the excited glimmer in your eyes. "Maybe next time."

You smiled and unintentionally fluffed your hair up from the roots, hip propped out with your casual stance. "Sounds fun. Good night, Aemond. Drive safe," you said before turning and walking with a little too much purpose to the lodge, gravel crunching beneath your heavy work boots.

"Hey, Y/N," he called after you after a moment, long strides closing the distance between you. When you stopped and let him catch up, he asked, "can I get your number? So I can warn you when I'm here tomorrow. You looked a little scared this morning. Don't wanna do that again." His features remained neutral. His eyes (eye? that one seemed almost completely unresponsive and you weren't sure if it was even real), however, sparked with a mischief that sent your stomach flipping. Obviously you barely knew the guy, but you swore his voice dropped a little lower with the new closeness.

You exhaled. "I was that obvious? Dang. I was hoping I played it off more cool," you tsked yourself beneath your breath, pulling your phone from its pocket. He did the same and you both swiped them open to exchange numbers. His thumb tapped a few times on the screen and your phone dinged. 'Aemond' appeared at the top and a single dragon emoji was the only thing his text read. Despite yourself, you smirked.

"See you in the morning, ranger girl."

-

The next morning you found yourself fixing another fire and pot of coffee, peacefully idle and waiting for the others to arrive. Your phone chimed. It was a message and photo from Aemond.

Hope you're hungry. The girls at your fave sandwich place knew your order. On my way now.

Attached was a photo of a paper food bag seat belted into his passenger seat. Something more than excitement rose in your belly and you actually giggled. Handsome and sweet? No way he was single.

Fifteen minutes later he arrived with a soft knock. "You didn't have to get me breakfast. Way too kind of you, honestly."

He squinted and smirked softly. "Good morning to you as well." He stepped inside and closed the door behind, happy to be where it was warm. "It really wasn't a bother. Gives me an excuse to spend a little more time with you," he winked.

"Were your ears tingling last night? I only thought about texting you fifty times, at least," you admitted, flirting back.

"Should have. Hotels by yourself are terribly boring."

You two ate fully loaded breakfast sandwiches and you were more than a little surprised he ate all of his. Those things were huge! Before any time at all passed, it was already noon and you and Aemond had chatted the morning away in the security room. Everything seemed to be working well. He'd done a fantastic job at setting the cameras up yesterday and Joey beamed in excitement.

"I need to do my rounds before I don't. Catch you both later," you said reluctantly.

Just as you were stepping out of the room, Aemond called after you, "hey Y/N! Before you go..." His face spelled mischief. You arched a brow at him, waiting. "About Lord of the Rings and Frodo's journey...," – your conversation a few tangents ago – "why didn't Gandalf just call the eagles for them to fly to Mordor? Seems like that would have been a lot faster and smarter."

You were dumbfounded. "Excuse me?" You asked, fluttering a series of blasphemous blinks at him. "Seriously Aemond? And here I thought we were vibing. We're not friends anymore." You slammed the door but not before flipping him off. With both middle fingers. In the hallway you snorted and laughed in disbelief.

The door did little to block Aemond and Joey's uproar of laughter.

Handsome, sweet, and a jerk in good humor? How dare him!

-

The next day you didn't hear from Aemond, and you weren't going to lie to yourself: it kind of sucked. Despite knowing him for so brief a time, you missed him!

Thankfully, it was time for your weekend though. It was full dark by now and you were worn out from the week. You quickly changed into pajamas and flopped on your bed to find something to watch. Settling on reruns of one of your favorite shows, you found yourself staring at the black screen of your phone. Should you text him? As if your thoughts had traveled miles away right into Aemond's brain, it chimed with his message.

Hey ranger girl. I wanted to swing by the lodge today but wasn't able to. I'm in town for a few more days and was wondering if I could take you out to dinner before I go?

Holy shit holy shit holy shit. You texted back embarrassingly fast.

Only if you swear to never talk bad about LotR again.

Pinky promise. Tonight?

You looked down at yourself and snorted.

Definitely not, sorry. Tomorrow?

Yes. God I can't wait to see you out of that dorky uniform.

You had nothing appropriate to say and left him on read, lest you say something humiliating you'd regret.

-

The following evening was a clear cool night and you were glad you wore pants instead of a dress, and a leather jacket instead of a cardigan. Part of you was sad to leave the toasty confines of your 4-Runner, but it quickly dissolved once you saw Aemond standing outside the bar and grill restaurant talking to someone on his phone. He wore an elevated version of the outfit you originally met him in. What caught you off-guard, however, was his hair. Those long silvery-white tresses were pulled back into an intricate braid and you couldn't help but gawk. He looked devastatingly handsome. You saw him notice you, and butterflies turned in your belly at the heat and weight of his gaze.

"A leather jack and red lipstick? How did you know that was my favorite?" he asked as you hopped up next to him, twirling playfully for his attention. "Shit, you're lovely. I'm so glad you said yes to this."

You smiled at him, pretty white teeth beaming as you tired to reel your excitement in. "So are you. I'm going to have to sit on your lap so no other girls think you're free for the taking," you half cooed, black lashes giving your eyes an opened appearance that only elevated your playfulness.

He hummed and gave you a long look, tilting his head in direction of the entrance. "You'll get no argument." He reached out and you took his hand, suddenly bashful as his long fingers laced between yours. His palm was very warm; thoughts and images filled your mind of those hands all across your bare skin. The natural bow of his mouth lifted in a little smirk.

The restaurant was fairly busy tonight: you were lucky to snag a booth by the window. You both ordered a drink and agreed to skip the appetizer to instead indulge on something from their dessert menu. Him, an old fashioned bourbon, and you, a gin with pomegranate liqueur and lemon juice. Conversation flowed easily while you waited, the ambiance of the restaurant absorbing both of you in with ease.

With the help of a little liquid courage, you found yourself asking a question that'd been on your mind since first meeting. "I gotta ask," you started, looking over the scarred half of his face curiously. "What happened?" You gestured over your own face letting him know what you meant.

He briefly bit at his bottom lip. "Childhood accident," he answered with a sigh. "It was pretty brutal, actually," he added with a dry half-laugh. "One of my nephews got me with a knife. We were wild boys. Them moreso than me, but still, wild like boys can get. I ended up loosing my right eye and opted to get a prosthetic one instead of having an empty socket."

You gasped, truly in shock, and reached across the table to squeeze his hand. "Oh my God, Aemond. That's horrible."

He wasn't hot or sweaty, but your skin was delightfully cooler than his and he got more comfort out of it than you realized. "It was. The scar actually looks much better now than in the past. I've learned to live with it well enough. Driving is sometimes a struggle because of it, though. That was a big learning curve."

The waiter came back for your food order. Aemond chose the pork tenderloin with apricot almond chutney, herb roasted potatoes, and broccoli, and you chose the crusted ahi with cucumber, bell pepper, and red onion salad topped with a ginger soy vinaigrette – with no onion. Red onions, raw or cooked, destroyed your palette.

Both of your drinks were nearly gone by then; you couldn't speak for Aemond, but you were definitely feeling looser. Not drunk by any means, but a warm buzz that blushed your cheeks, hooded your eyes, and made your smile all the easier. "So, Aemond Targaryen of Dragon Security, what else do you do in and outside of your work?"

"You looking like that across from me is making focus very difficult," he replied, idly trailing the tip of his finger around the rim of his glass. He leaned back and flashed you a little smirk, the lovely color of his eye seeming to shrink. "It's a family business. We make high quality security cameras. My brother's invention, the Sunfyre system, specializes in daytime monitoring, and my sister's invention, the Dreamfyre system, specializes in nighttime monitoring." He sipped at his drink, wetting his lips with the smooth, fragrant liquor. "And mine, the Vhagar system, takes and elevates both. The beefest and strongest system by far. So, whatever your boss wants to find in those woods, he'll have the absolute best chance with what I set up for him."

You listened, genuinely interested, and did your very best to focus on his words and not the he sat across from you. "Honestly that's an entirely different world than anything I know," you shook your head amusedly. "Gross rich people stuff."

You continued talking about it until your meal came. It looked and smelled divine. "I'll check on you again shortly," the waiter said with a wide handsome smile.

Sticking out like a sore thumb was a pile of red onions atop your salad. All it took was a single glance between you and Aemond for him to know you wouldn't mention anything about it to the waiter – instead choosing to pluck them off your plate and try to enjoy your dinner regardless.

He wasn't about to let that happen. "She asked for no onions," Aemond said flatly up to the other man, one of his pale brows arching up in silent judgment.

"Oh! I'm so sorry! Let me have them remake it for you," the waiter said apologetically, disappearing with the plate quicker than you could say it's okay.

You wanted to sink down into the booth and disappear. Before you could stop giggling, and before Aemond could wipe the smug expression off his face, your new plate arrived. As well as a refill of your drinks.

"Her entree and both beverages are on the house tonight," the waiter said brightly as he placed everything down. You reached for the drink and sipped appreciatively.

"Just a refill for the lady, thank you. I'm driving," Aemond said with a hint of that same expression as before. That worked for the waiter and he was off again, busy with other tables. "Hey," he muttered to you, lower and softer than you've heard him before. He scooted closer to the window and patted the spot next to him. "Come sit by me, pretty girl."

An excited blush crept into your cheeks as you did so, and you leaned your knee against his beneath the table. His free arm draped across the back of the booth, engulfing you with the warmness of himself. You both ate and chatted, and you found out he travels far and wide. "French is my favorite language," you admitted blissfully. "So lovely to listen to. I can't speak it for the life of me, but listening to it?" You made an approving gesture with your hand.

"I don't quite have the accent down, but I'm fairly fluent in it...," he said, low and husky, as he tipped his head closer to yours. He whispered by your ear, and his breath fanning across your skin tickling your spine. "Je veux parler français entre tes cuisses."

A satisfied sigh escaped your lungs. You reveled in the way the natural rasp of his voice sounded with the language. "What did you say?"

"I want to speak french between your thighs."

A breath caught in your throat and you nearly choked on it. "Shut the fuck up. You did not just say that," you sputtered, immediately turning your head to meet his gaze.

He chuckled, palm trailing across your thigh beneath the table. "I did say that. And I do mean it."

"Aemond Targaryen...," you whispered in return, looking him square in the eye. You were pleasantly buzzed and the courage it gave you prompted your next movements. "Let's say we get out of here and you can show me that boring hotel room of yours." With a tilt of your head you slowly pressed your mouth to his, kissing him with the fire that began building in your core.

He hummed into the kiss and deepened the affection, holding the side of your neck with a need of his own. Pulling away, he quickly laid more than enough cash on the table, not bothering to wait for the tab.

The smear of your lipstick matched the faint stain of it on his own lips as he lead you out of the restaurant.

-

In the room, Aemond closed the door with a deliberate click and wasted little time in pushing you up against the nearest wall; your arms draped over his shoulders all the while, lips barely leaving each other. "You have no idea how bad I've wanted to do this since I first saw you at the lodge," he rasped against your mouth, kissing down your chin and throat with sloppy need. His hands were somehow all over you at once: waist, hips, ass, throat, everywhere.

You gasped, arching between him and the wall, shuddering in anticipation and excitement alike. "You should have," you murmured in reply, hands tugging off his jacket in near desperation. "I almost had a heart attack when I saw your hair in that stupid bun. I should have taken your clothes off to help you cool down right then and there," you teased in response.

A groan came from the back of his throat. "Je suis peut-être tombé amoureux," I might have fallen in love he rumbled with a smirk. You didn't know what he said but you also didn't care, because next thing you knew his teeth sunk into the slope of your neck and shoulder and you moaned. "Like being bitten?" He asked, doing it again in a slightly different spot.

"Yeah," you managed to gasp out, turning your head to entice him along. His laugh vibrated against your neck as he sucked the sensitive skin between his teeth, aiming to leave a mark. "Hey!" You gasped, giggling.

"Not gonna let you forget this, pretty girl." He tore your jacket off and threw it near his, already gripping the hem of your shirt. "Plan to make you feel it tomorrow," he added smugly, lifting your shirt off and tossing it aside. You wore one of your fun bras, lace and straps accenting the curve of your bust. "Oh, fuck, look at these beautiful tits," he groaned again, immediately bending to kiss and lick over your bare cleavage.

"You're a big talker. Are you sure you can follow through with all of that?" You questioned as if your skin wasn't already goosebumped, nipples weren't already pebbled with need, and the apex of your thighs wasn't already hot with the primal desire to be fucked and stuffed full.

He growled with your challenge, single eye looking down at you darkly. "That's the plan." In three motions he wrapped an arm around your waist, turned with you flush to him, and stepped to push you onto the bed. You landed heavily, thighs clenching as you watched him discard his shirt. He was long and lean like a swimmer, with a pale patch of hair at the center of his chest and trailing below his navel to disappear beneath his pants. A new wave of warmth pooled between your thighs and your pants felt much too tight.

"Stronger than you look too, Targaryen," you taunted, squeezing your thighs together. You looked up at him with heavy lidded eyes. Lust burned through your blood and you couldn't help the heave of your breasts.

Both his hands moved to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants to ease some of the pressure on his obvious arousal. He made no move to do anything else. "You're a big talker too." Kneeling at the edge of the bed he pulled you further down the mattress, calculating and amused. You helped him help you out of your pants, hips squirming so he could pull them down your legs. Carefully, he parted your legs and laughed a deep mocking sound. "I haven't even touched you and you're wet through your panties. So needy," he crooned, thumb barely grazing down the line of your covered slit.

You shivered, unaware and unable to bite back a whimper. "Aemond...," you gasped, the shocks his touch gave you sparking yet even more heat to pool inside you.

"And sensitive," he purred, watching your face as he continued to slowly trace along you; heavy eyed and smeared lipstick made you look all the more adorable. "Si amusant à manger. Embrasser. Lécher." So fun to eat. To kiss. To lick. He kissed the inside of your thighs in punctuation, the sounds of them sending embers up your spine. Wide hands trailed up and down your legs, over your belly, across your hips. He kissed your covered mound until the full length of your legs tightened.

"Take 'em off... move 'em to the side. Something," you panted, eyes already threatening to unfocus with the tantalizing teasing.

He had nothing to say, his mind just as clouded with lust as your own. Tugging the damp center of your panties to the side, he licked a long line up through your soaked, silky folds, groaning a hitched sound from the center of his throat.

You rolled up against him while your hands flew down to his head, fingers sinking through the smoothness of his intricate braid. Pleasure left your parted mouth.

A little moan of his own answered yours. Lick, suck, kiss. Over and over again with varying speeds and pressure, pulling more of those lovely sounds from your pretty mouth. The combination was nearly obscene; wet, lewd, eager. He carelessly pulled your panties full off and discarded them.

"Oh my God...," you drawled, gripping into his hair as he continued his delightful assault on every part of your pussy. Sucking your clit, sinking his tongue inside your saturated walls, licking over everything as if his own orgasm depended on it.

Stopping for only a moment, he reached up to the front of your bra and pulled the cups down to send your breasts spilling free. He palmed over them roughly, squeezing the soft flesh until you hissed between your teeth, body arching for his mouth's attention once more. He pinched at your nipples as his head dipped down again, hot tongue and handsome lips going right back to work.

"Yes... please, fuck! I'm so close!" Your core burned and tightened, and you were past caring if anyone in the neighboring rooms heard you.

"That's right... be a good girl and come so I can really fuck you," he hummed, delving right back in until you were trembling beneath him.

The intensity of your climax left your fingers tingling and toes curling as your thighs squeezed around his head. You were sure you'd rip some of his hair out, but the near desperate groan that left his throat told you he fucking loved it. He eased his actions on you but never truly stopped, increasing and lengthening the waves of your pleasure as you rode them out.

Once you were done, basking in the afterglow of your orgasm, he finally stood and joined you on the bed. "Open the front pocket of my bag right there. Yeah, that one. Grab the condom for me," he said as he kissed over your jaw and neck, beginning to shift out of his own pants.

"I have an IUD. We're not using that bullshit," you replied cheekily, helping him out of his pants. He kicked them off and his briefs followed, and you instantly saw why he made sure you came first. Not only did he have a beautiful cock, but it was big.

"Fuck, babe, you're gonna let me come in your pretty pussy?" He asked, gripping your body to roll you onto your belly.

You moved with his prompts and nodded. "Yeah," you said and looked up at him from over your shoulder, shifting your legs to prop your ass up. It accentuated the natural curve of your spine and that sight alone would have gotten him hard.

With one hand he held onto the soft meat of your hip while the other held himself, lining up with your hot little cunt that was on full display for him. He inched in, drawing back once half of him had sunk into you, only to plunge into you all at once. "Shit...," he hissed, grip denting harshly into your flesh.

You fisted the sheets, whimpering at the absolute fullness of his cock buried in you. While nestled in you, he unclasped the back of your bra and helped you out of it, briefly lingering on the faint lines it left on your skin; an odd sort of intimacy making him appreciate the sight. "Take me," you whispered, breathless, belly slowly building up with a new coil of bliss.

Pulling his hips back, he snapped them forward against you. "Taking me so well, pretty girl," he praised. Using both hands, now, he propped you up into a better position, steadily rocking into you as he did so. The sounds that poured from your mouth were a mix of elation and lust, desire taking hold of all your senses as your body yielded to his intrusion. The way he slid in and out of you, the way your tight walls gripped around him, and the way the muffled whines that came from you each time he rammed into your deepest parts made him half insane. "Getting sooo messy, baby," his words were accented by his pelvis slamming against your upturned ass; sticky, squelching, skin on skin.

You were embarrassingly close again, eyes rolled closed. "Feels so good," you cooed from beneath, mind fully drunk on him.

"Yeah? Gonna fuck your pretty face into the mattress. Can't have you so loud that someone comes knocking," he said as he fisted into your hair, turning your head into the blankets and pillows that smelled like him. His pace grew faster, sloppier, and you knew he had to be close too. That deep sensitive spot inside you was being absolutely bullied; cockhead slammed against and past it, meeting your deepest wall, only to drag backwards along it, over and over.

"Aemond!" The mattress muffled your cry of pleasure and your second peak left you numb and weightless, mind totally blank save for the man who drove you there.

With a final push he drove into you with a guttural groan. The full length of him twitched inside your pulsating walls, coating your insides with his release. An obscene mixture of your creamy arousal and his seed oozed out from around him to dribble onto the bed. You both laughed in the aftershocks, static buzzing your brain as the lewd, heady scents of sex filled the air around you.

"Fuck, that felt good," he rasped, slowly pulling out of you and watching his cum leak from your core. "I'll get us a towel in a minute. I just need to catch my breath," he added with a lazy, glorious smile, laying flat on his back with momentary exhaustion.

You laid on your belly beside him, taking in the angles of his face and how they softened in his post-sex bliss. "No. Not yet. I'm not finished with you yet," you said slyly, pushing yourself up to flip a leg over his middle. You bent and kissed him, pushing your fingers through the damp hair from his hairline to his crown, braid no longer neat. Already half hard again, it didn't take long for him to catch his breath beneath you; fiery and refueled from your display of sensuality.

"What about you car?" He asked, biting the top of your shoulder.

"What about it? We can get it in the morning. I wanna ride this big cock."

There very well might have been some noise complaints from his room that night. Neither of you cared. Once you were both finally satisfied to the point of silliness, sleep came easy. When the morning came and he drove you back to the restaurant? You were mesmerized at how his features glowed golden with the cloudless sun.

"A 4-Runner? Lots more room in there than mine...," he teased and gave you a questioning look, testing the waters.

You hummed thoughtfully, returning his look. "Well, yeah. But, might need to put it to the test. Just to, you know, see which one is better."

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[rxsilabeth--er]

OKAY LETS GOOO

could i get a regulus black and male reader, modern au or just a muggle au? (up to you tbh) where the reader is ghostface and regulus finds out. i would like to ask of it being suggestive or to where you limit your nsfw requests, but if you're not up for it you could change it up to however you feel fit! (..i may send more regulus requests because i'm severely deprived-)

:: Oh please be with me tonight, Mr.Ghostface!!

Now calling......author: "Hello? Yes, this was a bit hard to write, I will admit cause I'm not sure about Ghostface....But I love my Reggie and he deserves love..."

Now calling......synopsis: "...Through the night, Regulus finds himself running through the forest followed keenly by a certain someone he knows...and when he's caught...may god help him..."

Now calling......warnings: "Stalking, blood, murder, running through forest, Male!Reader, sexual content (not smut), ghostface, Reg has a mask kink? Don't know, degradation...Anyways, tell me if there is something I didn't add...Modern!AU. Trans!Regulus.. This is so shitty.."

Paying for it, she quickly pulled a newspaper, reading the top news, "...Wow, second murder in the city..No wonder they're sending us home early..." Dorcas said reading the newest case, sighing as she walked beside Regulus who nodded with her. Barty, Evan & Pandora's houses were on the opposite side, thank god Dorcas's house came in the same direction as his..It was getting dark..

As he and Dorcas parted ways and he reached home, he removed his shoes and began taking off his tie as he sat on his bed, sighing. Changing into his home clothes, he looked at his phone, a message from Barty:

"Hey Reggie, do you mind coming home to tutor me for a while? Dad approved of you, ma is out of town?? :>"

Regulus contemplated a while since it was nearly dark outside and the city wasn't really the safest after dark and Barty lived on the near outskirts of the city, which is more often than not goes through a bit of a forestry area...But he couldn't really refuse if Barty needed help. Sighing he figured he'll bring some shit to protect himself, he isn't an idiot..

Sighing, he texted Sirius,

"i'm going out, don't make dinner." and texted Barty as well,

"Alright. I'm staying over though cause it's fucking dangerous outside."

Before he simply walked out of his house, putting on some sport shoes, a taser in his pocket, softly fiddling with his keys softly. Walking, it started out normal, the sunset was actually rather pretty with it's splashes of pink, orange and blue, it made him feel happy, but he hurried his steps through the sidewalk. Greeting the florist lady, from whom he regularly took flowers for his friend group, with a sweet smile and a nod...

Walking with his hands in his pockets, he held the taser tightly as it began to get darker with the orange and pink turning into a dark blue and black..the further he walked, the more deserted it got, until Regulus was walking with his keys in one hand and the taser in there, alert at even the most minor sound.

The looming sound of the night is never something that doesn't scare a person. It's not the darkness that scars the person, it's what insides that scares you, but Regulus won't be one to say he's brave enough, cause he's truly not... Walking softly on the highway, pulling up the hood of his hoodie, as he walked. The bridge wasn't too far away, just crossing that and a bit more walking before reaching Barty's house.

a strange aura filled the highway, something looming over, his gut telling him to turn over and run, yet his brain tried to stay rational and stay calm, he had his taser and it would be easier to reach Barty's home than turn over...God, why was Barty's house to far away? It's not his fault though...

Walking as he walked down the road to the bridge, it was totally pitch black in the sky, the weird feeling not going away and only getting stronger, his breath becoming heavier for no absolute reason, the bridge and the area reeking of danger and desperation...

Softly walking, his steps fast yet he was making sure his steps didn't make much noise, no idea why, his gut told him to do so..walking closer to the road under the bridge, he heard pants, and the sounds of deep breaths and metal rubbing against stone along with the smell of wet metal...Getting closer and closer, he had no idea why his body refused to obey him now, he was gonna get killed! He leaned over softly and his stomach twisted into knots..

shit...

Blood everywhere with a body laying there, a black figure over it with a ghost face mask holding a hammer dripping with blood..Shitshitshit..Talking a few steps back, Regulus tried to make sure he wasn't breathing as if his single breath could get him killed tonight...

Just as he turned, his hand slipped as his taser fell with a cling on the floor

..fuck.

Regulus didn't even realize how he legs carried him down the road down to the edge of the forest, running as fast as his body and legs would allow him, but the sight of the figure following him was enough to tear him up from the inside as he ran through the forest, not knowing where he was headed...sounds of the dried leaves crunching underneath his feet as he ran with a towering figure's shadow covering him as he ran with the person behind him..

How long had he been running for? It did not matter as his legs started to cramp up, but he couldn't possibly stop now..No...He continued to use his hurting, tired legs to run until finally his heart twisted...Dead end.

Looking for anything as he reached the wall of another high-way bridge, he had no where to run as his vision was covered with shadow of black and red as the figure stepped closer and closer, a laugh spilling from the person's mouth... Regulus had no where of going...

The figure walked closer, inches apart, they banged the hammer beside Regulus's head, a hand snaking to wrap around his throat, pressing down softly, making Regulus's breath hitch as he lost his breath,

"Oh, sweetheart, sorry you had to see that.." a voice said, deep and clear, said clicking his tongue, making Regulus look down. the hand wrapped tightly around his throat, pressing down more making Regulus look up as both his hands wrapped around the person's wrist, blood has started to stain down his throat and cheeks from the blood of the person's earlier victim...

shit..

There was something messed up about himself.. Regulus felt, his cheeks warming up as the man wrapped his hand around Regulus's throat...

"Now why don't you try to forget what happened back there? Hm...?" the man asked, leaning close making Regulus's breath hitch, was it excitement, nervousness, fear, arousal, or something in between?! He could not tell!

Why was this happening?!

The man applied more pressure on Regulus's throat, his knees becoming weak and were about to buckle beneath him and give out, arousal had begun pooling in his stomach or was it his clit...? He couldn't tell, why was this turning him on!? This shouldn't turn him on! The man dropped the hammer, the pressure on the throat not allowing him to breath softly loosened as the man's voice came out in a mocking laugh,

"Regulus?...Regulus Black?! From school?" the man said with a mocking laugh making Regulus whip up, as he tried to struggle out, which only resulted in him being pushed against the wall more with the man's body pressing against his, their knee in between his thighs, brushing softly...fuck

The man angrily wrestled him to the ground, trapping his arms in their own muscular arm, before the man tied them behind his back with their belt, now completely forcing him down as the man clicked his tongue,

"You're fucking lucky I know you so well...You won't be recognizable and they wouldn't even find half your body...You're truly lucky, sweetheart." the man said again wrapping his hand around his throat, turning him on his back,

"Now, struggle again and you won't move a muscle again." the man said threatening, tightening his grip around his throat...Regulus could not understand who this man was, he understood they went to school together, but who was it..?

Regulus's mind wasn't working, all he knew was this guy was pinning him on the ground, his arms were tied behind his back, this guy was probably gonna kill him, this man had a hand wrapped around his throat, this guy had his knee in between his thighs pressing against his clit and Regulus was getting wet...

This was messed up...fuck...Not only that, Regulus could tell this guy knew what he was feeling on his thigh which was pressing against his cunt.

Embarrassment pooled in his stomach, clouding his mind as he squeezed his eyes shut... As if reading Regulus's mind the man laughed softly, the hand wrapped around his throat loosened as it snaked up to his jaw and his cheek, cupping his face roughly.

"Open your eyes." the man ordered, refusing to obey this or open his eyes due to the major embarrassment Regulus felt, the man squeezed his cheeks more roughly,

"I said open your eyes or your pretty skin will be stained with blood not that idiots but your own now." The man whispered calmly but the words were alarming, making Regulus open his eyes softly to stare at the Ghost face mask above him, the man sighed softly,

"Aren't you fucked up? Is this how you feel when someone holds your life above your head, you whore yourself out, Regulus?" The man said chuckling, his other hand rubbing up and down his side,

"Aren't you from a esteemed family, from a rich and respectable family? And you're here being a cheap whore to someone who might just take your life in a matter of seconds?" the man asked with a mocking laugh, his hand going back from his cheek to his throat,

"I can feel your cunt on my thigh, you're getting wet, aren't you?..Tch" the man simply clicked his tongue, "Keep this in your mind, Black. If my name gets out about being a murderer, your body won't ever be found if it's the last thing I do." he whispered before taking off his mask to reveal..You.

YOU?! You, the great, respectable, sweetheart, chaotic person he liked from high-school but never had the courage to talk to?! You, you kill people?...That's so fucked up...yet why was it turning him on more when you glared down at him...

He felt himself throbbing now..this was not good...

"oh, getting excited, are we? Tch...stupid slut." you said clicking your tongue as you leaned down, cupping his cheek while the other hand rubbed his side softly, as your hand cupped his cheek roughly, softly painting his cheek with red..

Oh how good it looked against his pale skin, you just wanted to bruise him and see how pretty he'd look... You sighed, pulling him up to peck his lips softly,

"..Fuck, pretty boy...guess you're gonna be a bit late to where you headed this late..Huh?"

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[princeloww]

Stuff We Know About Campbell Bain (From Both the Show and the Play)

Since the play has some things that clash/contradict with the show, things I've taken from the SHOW will be marked (S) and the PLAY (P).

- (P) Campbell comes from a small place (Hector calls it "dead wee") called Invergellen, which is in the middle of nowhere. There are not a lot of job options, but there does seem to be some kind of tourism industry - the only job options Campbell can list are "sheep", "fish" and "tourists".

- (P) Campbell's dad lies about where Campbell is, telling people that he's off doing a youth volunteer placement in Africa. He even makes Campbell lie to his friends about it, too. Campbell says it's because he doesn't want anybody in Invergellen finding out. He also says his dad is reluctant to visit too often, out of fear that people will grow suspicious of his trips to Glasgow.

- (P) Campbell has siblings: an older brother and an older sister. His brother owns his own building company, and his sister works in Forestry - possibly for the government? Regardless, Campbell views his siblings as very successful and compares himself to them. He also believes that his dad compares him to them, and calls himself a "loser" who's "never gonnae amount to anything".

- (S) Despite having many past jobs and dreams he was seemingly dead set on achieving, Campbell states that he's never been good at anything other than the radio. He includes flirting with/getting girls in the things he's bad at. He also only learnt guitar to impress said girls, but must have failed pretty miserably based on his comment.

- (S) Before Campbell came to St. Judes, things must have been hard at home/school. Campbell's dad says that his mother is so worked up about the whole thing that she's had to take medicine, and (P) Campbell says that his dad says he "doesn't want to put (Campbell's aunt) through what (Campbell) put (Campbell's dad) through".

- (P) Campbell is excited when his dad is coming, and he is disappointed with him constantly letting him down/not showing up. I believe that Campbell's parents do love him and do TRY to understand him, but simply don't, and end up thinking/acting selfishly instead. They want to help but do not understand their son, and therefore do not give him the support he needs. Whatever Campbell "put them through" was likely due to them not understanding him or knowing how to react to his condition, or the education system and teachers also struggling to understand and accommodate for his needs.

I assume worry was also a big part of what he "put them through", but the line about Campbell's auntie still rubs me the wrong way.

- (S/P) Campbell's dad believes the radio is just another one of Campbell's "loony ideas" and thinks he is manic. Campbell (P) seems disappointed by this, and says he thought he'd be proud of him. Which is just kind of heartbreaking.

- (P) Campbell has to be wrestled by Stuart as he screams at his dad, the doctor and then eventually Stuart, too, to "fuck off". Which is very sad but also kind of funny because Stuart deserves that. This is after he finds out he has to go back to Invergellen (before he then fakes the manic episode).

- (P) Campbell believed he was the greatest comedian in Britain at one point and even went to the BBC in Glasgow to tell them. They were less eager to give him a chance and ended up calling the police on him. He says it's "kind of how" he "ended up" in St. Judes, which adds a bit of an extra layer onto (S) the police being called on him, Fergus and Rosalie when they snuck out.

There's probably, definitely more that I've forgotten to mention, but there's what I've got. There's obviously also the big difference between the show and the play with Perth/Invergellen, which makes some things canon only in the play and others only canon in the show. I'm totally choosing to take Campbell's siblings from the play and accept them as canon all around though,,, and the extra family details we get too.

OK thats all, stay proud loonies

(Sources - Takin' Over the Asylum (TV), Takin' Over the Asylum (official stage play script book))

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[ladykailitha]

Ser Stephan of Harring’s Town Part 3

Tag list cap is 20.

Also guys, this part is going to hurt. A lot. I’m sorry.

Part 1  Part 2

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“You come to a clearing,” Eddie said. “It’s small mostly surrounded by trees. To your right you can see the beginnings of a mountain path. Everybody make a listen check.”

Everyone but Steve rolled low to mid-range. He rolled a natural twenty. Eddie tore off a piece of paper and jotted down a note. He handed it to Steve. He lets him take time to read the note.

“So what are you going to do, Steve?” Eddie asked after a moment.

“Can I tell how many there are?” Steve replied.

“Roll for a knowledge forestry check,” Eddie said.

Steve rolled and it was a fifteen. “Fifteen plus...two. So seventeen.”

Eddie smiled. “You can’t tell for sure but there are more of them then there are of the party.”

Steve frowned. He looked down at his character sheet. “I run screaming from the clearing, banging my shield to draw them off.”

“There is a snarling gasp as a pack of wolves come out of the trees to chase Steve. Roll for initiative.”

“Steve!” Lucas yelled. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Yeah,” Erica protested. “You can’t just take them out on your own.”

“Your character might die,” Will told him.

“Screw his character dying,” Mike hissed. “If we don’t get in on the battle, we don’t get the XP or any of the loot.”

Steve shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “You told me to do what I would do in any given situation. This is what I would do. To save the party.”

He looked down at his hands.

“But not like this, dude!” Dustin protested.

Steve looked up at him and said, deadpan, “I know it’s what I would do because I’ve done it.”

Dustin was suddenly on his feet. “Don’t you dare. Don’t you fucking go there man. It’s only a game. You can’t do it. Not like this. Not again.”

Eddie held up his hands. “Whoa, whoa!” Everyone turned to look at him. “It appears I’ve accidentally sent off a landmine here. So why don’t we take a break. Cool our heels for a bit. I’ll talk to Dustin and Steve separately and see if we can’t find a solution that doesn’t involve trauma mining.”

“Where should we go?” Dustin asked as the rest of the group filed out.

Steve cleared his throat. “The pool area has a small room to the side that we can go to.”

Eddie nodded. “Lead the way.”

Steve did.

“I’m going to talk to each of you separately and then together,” Eddie said once they got to the ‘viewing’ room. “Who wants to go first?”

Dustin and Steve looked at each other.

“He can go first,” Steve mumbled. “I need a smoke.”

Eddie and Dustin nodded.

Once Steve was firmly ensconced in a lounge chair, Eddie turned to Dustin. “What the honest fuck?”

So Dustin spilled the beans on the junkyard and the demodogs. And how Steve had locked them in the trailer so that he could lead the beasts away from the kids.

“Okay,” Eddie said. “That would have been nice to know. You guys are going to have to sit me down and tell me everything you have gone through, because I am serious about the trauma mining. Because there is a difference between me discussing it with you before hand and you guys being prepared emotionally for it and what just happened just now.”

Dustin nodded.

“Go get Steve,” Eddie said, cocking his head at the door to the outdoor pool.

Dustin got up and shuffled outside. Eddie watched as they exchanged words and then hugged. He breathed a sigh of relief. At least he didn’t have to broker a truce between them.

Steve opened the door. “I didn’t mean to ruin the game. Session. Whatever.”

Eddie stood up and took Steve’s hand, leading him over to the sofa. He sat down and tugged on his hand to get Steve to sit, too.

Steve sat down, but didn’t let go of Eddie’s hand. Eddie gave it a squeeze.

“You didn’t ruin anything, I did,” he said softly. “But only because you guys have only told me the tip of the iceberg when it comes to what you all have been through. And frankly I’m amazed any of you are still sane at this point.”

Steve chuckled. “I don’t think I ever was.”

Eddie started rubbing Steve’s knuckles with his thumb. “The best people are always the least sane. Look at me!”

Steve really laughed.

“But I think we leaned a little too far into doing what you would do,” he continued. “I understand that you want to protect them, but these aren’t the kids. These are trained adventurers. We have a wizard, a ranger, a paladin, a druid, a fighter, and barbarian, that’s you.”

Steve nodded. “It’s just I have a hard time imagining it, I guess. I see those faces and I‒”

“Can’t help but want to protect them?” Eddie finished.

Steve hung his head. “Yeah. I know it’s a game. But this time it just...fuck!”

“Trauma mined the wrong scar,” he finished again. He reached up to cup Steve’s cheek.

Steve leaned into Eddie’s touch and sighed. “Can we have a do over? Go back to before I fucked up?”

Eddie smiled. “Sure thing, baby. But let’s get Dustin in here before he freezes out there.”

Steve nodded, but he didn’t want Eddie to let of his cheek. He sighed when Eddie stood up and opened the door to call to Dustin.

Dustin came in and sat down next to Steve.

“Have we learned a valuable lesson about not telling your DM everything?” Eddie asked cheekily.

Dustin and Steve looked at each other and then nodded.

“Good.”

He led the way back to the group and everyone sat down.

“All right, everyone had a chance to calm down?” Eddie asked.

He got a bunch of nods.

“So Steve has asked for a do-over,” he continued. “His mom instinct took over and forgot he was traveling with adventures and not his kids.”

Steve nodded. “I’ll try to treat your characters like I treat Eddie or Robin or Nance or even Jonathan and Argyle. You know, adults. But I’ll mess up sometimes. So just tell me, don’t yell at me. Or I will stop.”

The kids looked at each other and all nodded in agreement.

“All right-y,” Eddie said rubbing his hands together gleefully. “What do you want to do, Ser Stephan?”

“Hey, guys,” Steve said to the party, “you know how the woods only get quiet when there’s a predator around?”

“Everyone roll knowledge forestry checks,” Eddie said.

This time the game proceeded as normal. The party did the smart thing and slowly backed out of the clearing.

They still had to fight some of the wolves but it wasn’t the whole pack, so everyone survived.

When they were done for the night and began to divide up the loot and hand out XP, Will spoke up.

“While you and Dustin were talking to Eddie, me and the rest of talked.”

Steve looked over him. “What about?”

“We keep forgetting that you aren’t as well versed in this game as we are, and we reacted badly,” Lucas said.

“We spent so much time trying to get you to play with us,” Erica said, “that when you finally agree, we treat you like crap. And that’s not fair.”

“So we’re going to try and be better,” Mike said. “Because when you get into the game, it’s actually a lot of fun.”

Steve smiled. “I appreciate it, guys.”

Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

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[thecameronchronicles]

Catch and Release

TW: Mentions of death and murder. Language. Public sex. Smut. Perilous situations. ROUGH sex. Degrading. Spit Spit. 

DARK CONTENT!

SUMMARY: Your existence alongside Rafe Cameron alters tonight as he corners you in the woods. 

WORD COUNT: 1300

REQUESTED

Hii since you literally write enemies to lovers so good, I have an idea:

Rafe and Y/N being enemies... Like they really hate each other and he is constantly trying to actually kill her, but she thinks he's so hot, so she keeps teasing him and making sexual jokes to him and he's pretending he isn't affected by her... So maybe one day they're in the woods and he pulls out a gun and points it at her, saying he'll kill her but she's all smug and says to him "Aww, but I want you to fuck me first..." and she gropes him and he gets all flustered and stutters & she almost kisses him so he finally has enough of her teasing and it leads to rough sex 🖤

Catch and Release

You were the absolute last person he ever wanted to see in the same way he was your first. But for the very same reason. You hated each other. The amount of loathing consuming you both was enough to cause embarrassment for both of your families as you would bicker and toy with each other every chance allowed. If you worked an event, you made it a point to emasculate him and be the reason for his lack of self-assurance. And for you, he would put in word to get you fired from said event. But where he loathed your existence as a pogue with the belief that you were completely useless aside from fixing a car or a drink, you loathed him because of how easily your mind arranged sexual scenarios between the two of you. So where he hated you to death. You hated him all because you just needed a good fuck…

"I've had it!" He suddenly turned to you with the woods, a gun suddenly pointed at your direction as your eyes flared with a blaze. It was a mix of horror and exhilaration as you saw the same mirrored within himself. Just as you had fought to act on all of the times you had been in close proximity, he had fought to allow it. But you had both agreed to help in the search for the missing pogues, prompting you within the forestry, as he risked anyone seeing you, even though you were far enough that nobody would even hear a gunshot between you. And as it should have terrified you, it exhilarated you. 

"You gonna shoot me, Rafe?"

"Don't think I will?" You sauntered closer. 

"You'd really kill the girl who could give you the best head of your life?" He was flustered. Fumbling and stuttering as you smirked. When intelligence eluded him, he optioned for violence, pinning you against the tree, gun beneath your chin. 

"Don't…mess with me…"

"Why would I do that when I'd rather just fuck you?" You teased his lips, all to move past him, managing two steps, before his hand wrapped on the back of your neck. 

"Always wanting to push every one of my buttons to see how far I'll go…calling my bluff…embarrassing me. Well that ends tonight-" He groaned, turning you to face him. 

"Tonight!" He spat as your smirk faded as he pushed you back towards the tree, dropping low enough to tear down your pants, but not allowing you a moment's comfort before wrapping your hair within his fist. 

"You WILL swallow like a good little whore. But for right now…spit-" When you only smirked, stubbornness not fleeting for even a moment, he took hold of your jaw, spitting on your tongue. 

"Spit!" He ordered as you obliged solely for your own pleasure before he turned you back to the tree. 

"Such a fucking slut always saying such dirty things in public. So you're gonna get fucked in public…" He brought the gun back beneath your chin, "Death makes you wanna come?"

"You do…" You groaned as he teased your sex. 

"You won't hurt me-"

"No?" He pulled your hair tighter. 

"Nope. Not when I'm the only one who will fuck you…" You turned to face him, his cock in your hand. "Not when I can quell all those nasty little kinks and I'll even say thank you…REALLY pretty just for you." 

His hand came to your jaw. 

"You think just because I fuck you I won't kill you?"

"There is no other girl who would be willing to ride you with a hot gun in your hand…" You led the weapon towards your sex. "One who would let you use it when you got tired-"

"I don't GET tired-" 

"No? Well I'm tired of talking …so fuck me or kill me, Rafe, either way just do something-" He kept the gun at your clit, small circles made as he thrusted slowly in to you. 

"This what you want, you dirty pogue slut? This cock everything you dreamed of?" He patronized and degraded in the matter of two sentences as you couldn't help but be smart against him.

"Oh, you're inside me? Couldn't even tell, thought you'd be bigger-" To this, you were ravaged. Not once would his lips touch yours as he didn't believe you deserved this. Yet, his breath was at a constant state of teasing this as he was hovering over you. 

"For someone who doesn't feel it, you're sure clenching around it-"

"Fuck!" The sensations of his depth had been enough to silence your side of the banter as he smirked. 

"I like you this way…quiet." He glared as he saw the pleasure he was allowing you. For that. He would lift you just enough until he could rut you into the dirt. Turning you away from him, he kept you pinned flat before bending one leg higher as he penetrated you this way. 

"You're gonna come in the dirt like you should. Where you belong. Then you're gonna use that dirty little mouth to make me come. And you're gonna swallow every last fucking drop until you pay for every one of those goddamn comments." He slapped your ass before pounding into you. One hand would round to your breast, tearing your shirt as he quickened still. Not even moans were intelligible as only whimpers and gasps were able to leave your compressed lips as you pinned your hands into the dirt. 

"You better fucking scream or I'll make it so you won't ever make a sound for anybody else ever again-" 

"RAFE!!!!" 

"COME!" He ordered as you unbuckled those reservations through his thrusts. But before you could bask in that high, you were forced to your knees. 

"Hurry the fuck up. I don't want anyone to know I pitied you long enough to come down your throat." You obliged, quickly making yourself tearful over him as he continued to degree you overhead. 

"So fucking desperate. Covered in dirt, fucked, shaking, and still making me come in your mouth-" You only kept your eyes to him. 

"Better enjoy it, because it's never going to happen again." You ignored this as you saw the deception in his eyes, all while you took him harder, focusing on his tip, and feeling him grip your hair tighter. 

"Yeah, yeah…I'm gonna come. For every drop you don't swallow, you get a nice little slap on that little ass…" You nodded before watching his face contort. 

"I hope you miss every bit." You accepted the challenge, swallowing everything but one single final bit, purposely spitting it. 

"Guess you have to spank me…" You spoke while wiping a tear from your cheek. He turned you, supplying two swift strikes before picking the gun back up. 

"You have ten seconds to run. If I find you, you won't have to worry about an excuse to tell your pogues why you look like this. You'll be dead."

"Ten…nine…" 

But you stayed put. 

"Or you could just fuck me again…"

"Guess you'll find out when I catch you."

"If." You corrected before sprinting in the opposite direction.

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[imliketheiceifreeze]

Come Come Kitty- Part one

Recom Quaritch x AFAB Reader

warnings: flirting, swearing, injury, eventual smut, MINORS DNI

In the lab as usual, your eyes glazed over in boredom as you measured out countless samples and prepared for the next days experiments. If you had known you’d still be stuck in a lab 24/7 you may have reconsidered your deployment to pandora.

Sucking in a deep breath as you held the test tube tightly in your hand, you imagined your paradise-running through the pandoran forest, feeling the mossy floor beneath your feet and the rush of wind against your face. Maybe you had your own Ikran if you didn’t die trying to catch it you chuckle to yourself.

Yeah that pipe dream, the only reason you left your old world behind, got squashed pretty fast. This place is as damn depressing as earth with the stupid military men stomping about in their ridiculous boots and the grey and camouflage colour scheme of the whole goddamn base was enough to drive anyone crazy.

"Y/N," a sharp voice cut through your dreaming and you turned your head sharply in surprise. Dr Augustine just stared back at you for what felt like an eternity before nodding her head toward your hand

"Fuck!" You exclaimed, realising your tight grip had shattered the test tube, ramming glass into your hand. So fucking stupid, how had you not noticed your own blood running down your wrist, staining your lab coat. Springing up from your chair you sped over to a sink to contain the blood, assessing the damage.

"are you alright?" Dr Augustine asked, unusually concerned from behind you as you feebly attempted to pull pieces of glass from the cuts in your hand. She grabbed your wrist to stop you.

"Y/N, you need to see the medic," she just said uncharacteristically softly, placing one hand on your shoulder as you said nothing just closed your eyes so frustrated at yourself for always causing this kind of mess.

"sorry," You mumbled as you ignored Grace’s advice and continued to pry at the glass embedded in you.

"stop," She breathed.

You felt it coming, your face growing hot and your bottom lip trembled as you tried to keep it contained, tears welling up in your eyes until you couldn’t see.

"I’m sorry," You murmured again as you felt your obvious sadness slip down your face in front of the woman you looked up to and wanted to impress. You wished you were crying for the pain of being stabbed.

"It’s okay kid, lets get you to the medic."

You knew you must’ve been an awful state for Grace to not have bothered lecturing you about the wasted samples or the shattered glass, only gripping your shoulder as she led you out of the lab towards the med bay. You let your arm drop to your side, small dots of red leaving a trail of evidence behind your every step. "I’ve got someone for you," she called cheerfully as we rounded the corner.

"oh what is it now grace, another lab explosion, or did you poison someone with toxic chemicals this time?" The nurse chattered cheerfully

"just this one, a bit clumsy with the glass wear it seems."

"oh," The nurse only spoke, leaving her mouth in an o shape long after the words left her lips as her eyes finally laid on you. Her nametag read ‘rose’. A pretty name, it suited her with her flaming orange locks and soft red cheeks against alabaster skin.

She hurried over to you and guided you to an empty bed. "Just stay there for a minute whilst I get the doctor," she called, scurrying away and calling out some words about blood loss and shock.

"do you want me to stay with you?"

you almost laughed but didn’t want to be rude. "I’m okay Dr Augustine, it doesn’t hurt," you replied with a weak smile.

"Okay, it's your call kid," she departed swiftly, obviously anxious to get back to her true passion. Navi forestry and the lab. I wish I could find peace in something like that, to actually enjoy it.

"Just lie back now the doctors going to give you some gas and air," a doctor spoke and I suddenly seemed to be crowded by a team of people.

"no!’ You exclaimed harshly."

"No?"

"No I don’t want it, I’m fine without."

"Are you sure? It’s going to hurt..."

"yes I’m sure don’t give me that," you exclaimed as you struggled against their hands pushing you to the bed, moving your head from side to side to avoid the mask coming down over your eyes

"patients heart rate increasing."

"I think she’s going into shock."

"no I’m not don’t put that on me."

"patient needs to be sedated."

You struggled against their firm grip as you felt a needle stab into your arm and the world begin to blur. "No please," you cried out in terror as I felt the world slip away.

"It’s okay, just relax," Rose gripped your hand as you tried to make out their faces as they blurred and contorted. You could feel the panic set in, you wanted to run but the lights went out before you could even try.

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Opening your eyes, you were shocked at the bright lights, quickly closing them again to ease the burn. you were wheeled over to another bed in a quiet room that only one other person seemed to occupy. You vaguely felt yourself being lifted into the other bed and being wrapped in blankets as you allowed yourself drift away to sleep again.

When you awoke for the second time you were alert and able to fully take in your surroundings: a room filled with beds with thin paper curtains as the only small privacy. Overflowing with boredom you decided to get on your feet and explore, Not the easiest task when dosed up on god knows what drugs but just as you were about to grab the door handle you heard a condescending voice

"Now where in the hell do you think you’re going?"

You whipped around and stared at the man, recognizing him to be colonel Quaritch. Leader of the RDA and fearless warrior. You would be lying if you said you weren’t intimidated by him. "Out," you replied curtly, challenging him to stop you.

"So it was you causing all that trouble before, can’t listen to instructions very well can you," he tutted, taking in your dishevelled form in only your jeans and bra with a well bandaged wrist.

"it’s not exactly in the scientist job description, sorry you can’t boss me around like your own private sir," you stood defensively as if he would strike you from his comfortable spot on the bed, only then did you notice the bandage around his oversized torso. His eyes creased as he chuckled lightly at your comment, as though your presence was providing him with pure amusement.

"Come on kitty, what you gonna do? Bite me?’ He cooed mockingly.

"I’ll claw your god damn eyes out," You hissed lowly, never breaking eye contact.

"I see why they had to sedate you for a few stitches now," He laughed again. He was really starting to piss you off when all of a sudden you felt the room spin and felt yourself begin to fell forward, grabbing onto the end of the bed you’d previously been laying on for purchase.

"Whoa easy there," He jumped up to your side, cradling an arm around your waist to steady you.

"Leave me alone, you’re injured."

"And you’re a liability," He replied attempting to help you to your bed whilst you tried feebly to push him away. "come on darling you’re not exactly heavy," he said as he swooped an arm under your legs and began lifting you to your bed.

All you could do was place your palms against his bare chest to keep your balance as your face burned in embarrassment. You tried to avoid looking into his amber eyes but when you eventually stole a glance up, you could see that smug smile plastered over his face.

‘Here you go sweetheart, wasn’t so hard now was it?’ You felt too embarrassed to quip back, only focused on the warm skin that scorched your fingertips, and the rhythmic thumping of his heartbeat with every breath he took as he eventually laid you back down onto the grimy hospital bed.

You only now realised just how close your faces were and quickly turned your head from him, jerking your body back instinctively, yet forgetting that your arms had looped themselves around his neck, effectively pulling him on top of you in the process. You could feel the harsh puffs of breath he released into the crook of your neck as he laughed, caging your with his arms as he forced you to look at him.

"And here was me thinking you didn’t like me, when all you really wanted was a good fu-"

"ahem," A cough interrupted your predicament, one from a very judgemental looking Dr Augustine. She raised an eyebrow suspiciously at the precarious situation, both you and the head of security shirtless in bed with your arms still trapping him close to your body.

Slowly you withdrew them like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar as the tension built in the room before Grace composed herself. "Well Colonel it seems you’ve already become well acquainted with Y/N, I’m sure it will come in useful on the new mission."

"Huh? New mission?" You scrambled away from Quaritch to the end of the bed, practically wagging your tail at the thought of finally leaving this godforsaken base.

"Yes, I had thought I would tell you both separately but I’m sending you down to pandora to collect important specimens as it seems you’ve been getting restless up here." You leapt up of the bed, embracing Grace in a hug causing her to stiffen.

"Thank you so much I won’t mess this up."

"I’m sure you won’t or I’ll have you shipped back to earth,’ she scolded in her usual tone, causing you to nod harshly, barely containing your excitement.

"Well look at that kitty, I guess you’ll have to put a hold on clawing my eyes out," the colonel whispered by your ear so that Grace couldn’t hear him. You only glared, unable to retaliate under her watchful gaze.

"Well I’ll leave you two to get dressed," Grace coughed, once again drawing light on the strange situation, making you roll your eyes, exclaiming,

"nothing like that was going on Dr Augustine," With a groan, hardly being able tell if she believed me or not.

"Hmm," She responded as she began to walk away.

"Oh and Y/N, I want you back in the lab tomorrow, head to your quarters and recover for the remainder of the day."

"yes Ma’am," she nodded satisfied before continuing her departure.

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The sound of the chopper was so loud in your ears as you walked towards the helipad, it threw debris around us in a whirlwind that had you fighting with all your strength to take even a step forward. Your military escort pushed your head down, reminding you not to accidentally decapitate yourself on the propellers, as you pulled yourself into the body of the aircraft.

"There’s my favourite little science puke," His eyes bore into yours with that predatory look as he spoke, arms crossed against his, unfortunately, clothed chest causing his arms to bulge out, glistening slightly in the sun’s rays. For the first time you noticed the eagle tattoo settled on his forearm…

"If you’re done checking me out, we can get on with this science plant extraction bullshit."

Your breath caught in your throat as you realised he was indeed correct about your gaze lingering on his body much longer than necessary. "In your dreams," you scoffed half-heartedly as you took a seat next to one of the other soldiers.

"you alright? I’m Mansk" The soldier turned to you, introducing himself with his hand stuck out. Reaching out you shook it firmly.

"Y/N," you replied with a shy smile causing him to chuckle a little. Quaritch moved his arm in a circle, some kind of military signal, and you lifted off the ground.

"What exactly are we looking for then Princess?" Quaritch questioned lazily as he dropped himself into the unoccupied seat on your side, nodding to Mansk on your left.

You made a noise of disgust at the nickname, ignoring the fluttering feeling in your chest, this man is going to send you into cardiac arrest you're certain. "Its not just the plants, I need to bring back rock, earth, water samples, anything I can get really, this site has never been explored by humans before." You explained in excitement at the prospect.

Instead of making some cheap joke, Quaritch listened intently, eyes trained on yours. You took the time to examine them finally, deep honey coloured pools that stared at you with some kind of blazing intensity you couldn’t place.

"Touch down in T-Minus 5 Minutes," Quaritch shouted abruptly, turning his attention away from you finally. "Be ready boys, this is an easy trip, in and out, I wanna be back for dinner."

"Yes sir," his team replied in unison.

He stood up, leaning on one hip with his hands on his belt before directing all of his soldiers out of the aircraft. You felt bewildered and out of place, unsure of what exactly you should do.

"Come on Darlin’ u wanna be left behind?" He shouted over the sound of the chopper’s propellers, causing you to spring up to follow his team closely, jumping to the ground and hoping not to fall.

Quaritch was the last to leave before the aircraft left you alone in the middle of pandora making you realise suddenly how small and alone you were in this place. Nevertheless, you took in the magnificent view, massive trees and flowers surrounded you, the brightest greens and deepest blues you’d ever seen, it left you completely breathless.

‘Well then brainiac, do what you gotta do,’ the Colonel gestured with his arms towards the forest and expanse of open plane that surrounded everyone.

Not bothering to reply you began to unpack your supplies and examine the area. You became lost in thought as you took leaves, soil, grasses, drops of water-all things you hoped Dr Augustine would appreciate- and when you eventually looked around for the others, they were lounging around in the grass clearly bored out of their minds. You couldn’t really blame them though, you were the only one they were waiting for. Suddenly you felt a tug on your backpack, pulling you off balance.

"Hey! Stop wondering off I’ve already told you you’re a liability once."

You turned your head to him, looking sourly as he gazed down at you equally unimpressed. However, before you had time to formulate a response you were ripped from his grip, the force hurling you backwards to land on your side, when you looked up, to your horror you saw an enormous panther-esque animal, you thought you had heard Grace call it a thanator once…

it had Mansk in its paws whilst the other soldiers attempted to shoot at the animal. This only served to help slightly as more of the panther creatures leapt from the bushes in an ambush. In the chaos all of the soldiers scattered and ran, only then did you realise you were running too, clambering up a large tree to escape their foaming mouths and razor sharp teeth.

to be continued...

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[lilsoftsuccubus]

Part 1 of 5

Summary: Desperate times call for desperate measures. You and Todoroki haven’t eaten since lunch. Luckily there’s a convenience store close by the school. Only, it’s way past curfew and the school is filled with villain-catching security.

Pairing: Todoroki x General Reader (Reader also talks with Shinsou a bit)

Warning(s): Lots of mention of food, hunger. (Reader is fucking hungry okay can you blame them?)

Note: The relationship between reader and Todoroki can be interpreted as platonic or romantic, whichever. This is for my readers who also just want a bestie in crime.

Again constructive criticism is welcomed. I had this in my drafts FOREVER and decided to might as well finish it. Please enjoy!

“Y/N, you’re blocking the view.”

The familiar monotone voice behind you doesn't catch your attention. Your eyes were glued to the show playing on the laptop. The futon was way more comfortable than you expected.

1:34 AM, a school night.

You decided to pay Shoto a visit and somehow never left. Not that he minds. In past conversations, he declared that he prefers to be with you because he felt content.

It’s a normal sight to see either of you entering each other’s dorms or sitting together in the common room or kicking each other’s asses during training (Kirishima is convinced one day that you’ll become a kebab but you ain’t weak lol). You’ve somehow gotten close to him since the beginning of the year, yet it wasn’t easy.

“Y/N.” He raised his voice a little higher, which finally got you.

“Oh, sorry” you quickly replied and moved. “This series is interesting.”

“It’s a genre you typically don’t watch.”

“You don’t watch this sort of stuff either”

“Mhm” he hummed.

The sliding doors to the balcony were open, letting the both of you have a peek at the forestry night. An occasional breeze would come in and the crickets chirped quieter tonight. The laptop was the only source of light in the room and started to strain your eyes.

Your head turned to Shoto’s dresser and onto the ikebana flowers on it. You’ve always admired it every time you came. Little drabbles of the day came to mind when you looked at it.

“Sero challenged me earlier.” you broke the silence.

“After the whole chips incident he declared that if he wins, I would have to buy any snack he requests for a week. But if I win, then he would have to do the same. Don’t know about you but I think-”

You turn your head to see the unconscious boy on the futon.

“What the fuck, Shoto.”

The blanket was under him. You can’t blame him though, Aizawa wasn’t merciful with the training regiment this morning. Still, you weren’t sleepy, or rather, you refuse to sleep.

Suddenly, familiar feeling that greets you too often.

GUUUUUUURGLE

You’re hungry.

Now this wouldn’t be a problem, if a certain red-haired boy didn’t devour the whole kitchen during dinner time. Leaving no leftovers for the rest of the class. You found this out the hard way.

So you brainstorm for a bit.

Asking people for food at this hour is pointless, you could ask Shinsou but it’s most likely that he would just eat it in front of you. You could cook but you didn’t feel like it.

So that leaves…getting it yourself.

Fortunately for you, there’s a convenience store very close to the school.

Unfortunately for you, in order to go there you would have to sneak past the prison fortress of what you call a school. Full of security bots, cameras, a lurking Hounddog, and a gate.

And who are you to not enjoy some adventure?

You crawled up to Shoto's face. You’ve always found it endearing because it’s like he’s at complete ease, without worry, without stress, without anything.

And it’s fun to disturb it.

You cupped his face and shook it a bit.

“Hey. Sho. Hey, hey, hey, hey. Wake up. Wake uuuuuup. Shotoooooo.”

He opened his eyes slightly in annoyance.

“Y/N, we need to sleep. We have school…” he grumbled.

“Let’s sneak out.” you confidently suggested.

His body rose from the dead, as he rubbed his groggy eyes and gazed into yours.

“What?”

“I’m hungry! There’s nothing in the kitchen so let’s go to the convenience store close by.”

He took a moment to process what came out of your mouth and began to adjust his sleeping position.

“We’ll get in trouble. Midoriya and Bakugo made everyone on high alert. You can sleep the hunger away till breakfast.”

He extended his arms towards you. However, you were persistent.

“Come on, I haven’t eaten anything since lunch. There’s no way I can sleep it off. The store is really close too.” You whined.

“Even if we tried, it would be difficult to not get caught. They added more security thanks to those two. It’s pointless.” He mumbled.

“You didn’t eat anything either.”

“Because you distracted me,” he quickly replied.

You shivered a bit from the breeze making him stand up to go close the doors. You watched from the floor.

“I’m going regardless,”

He stopped and stared as you closed the laptop and got off the futon.

“You can wait here. If anything happens, I’ll text you. I’m gonna go to my dorm and get some things. Be right back.” You added.

You didn’t let him reply or think. Immediately leaving the room, you went straight for the elevator, pressed the down button then waited, leaving you time to think of a plan.

All that was left were the dings of the elevator.

Maybe it is stupid.

There’s a lot of security making it almost impossible to enter AND leave. If a villain can’t get past it, what makes you think that you can? Plus, Hound Dog has an incredible sense of smell. To add to the fire, those two idiots had to spar after curfew, so everyone’s on extra guard.

There has to be a way though. Your stomach is depending on it. Like the saying goes, if there’s a will, there’s a way.

Finally, the doors slide open.

The sounds of dripping water filled the silence. You decided that getting some water from the kitchen would be ideal.

You got everything you needed:

Your phone

The Hoodie you wear religiously

Money

Extra clothes

Backpack

Water bottle

You figured that you would have to mask your scent and blend in with your surroundings, which means rubbing dirt on yourself. So extra clothes are a must.

But your real problem is the gate. Using your student card will alert the other teachers, and going through without a card is impossible, so that leaves using an administration card, but there’s no way you could find one so easily. Even if you sneak through everything, the gate is almost a guaranteed bust.

Your eyes wandered to the small puddle in the sink. Your distorted reflection greets you.

DRIP

Food.

DRIP

You desperately need food.

DRIP

You need to get out.

DRIP

The convenience store has it all.

DRIP

Food.

DRIP

“Leaving so soon?���

The voice startled you, and before you was none other than Hitoshi Shinsou.

“Hey.” you quietly responded.

It’s not uncommon to see him come down during witch hours. The man never sleeps. He was in his casual pajamas, holding a dirty plate. From looking at the crumbs it could’ve been tonight’s dessert.

“Where are you going so late?” He asked.

Seems harmless to tell him, better to have at least one person looking out for you than a sleepy Shoto.

“I didn’t eat dinner so I’m going to the convenience store close by.”

His face looked as if he’d been running on 3 hours of sleep, nothing new of course. He lifted his eyebrow in response as if you said something stupid.

“You do know that UA is packed with security right?”

“Yes, I’m aware.” you grumbled.

“Then I assume you have a way past the entrance?” he added.

Nope. Your face said it all.

He tilted his head a bit and glanced at the sink.

“I’m good at stealth, so sneaking past the bots and Hound Dog won’t be a problem. The gate…ehh… I’ll find a way.” You quickly explain.

“And you’re going alone?”

“Well…I’m hoping that Shoto will come but I doubt it.”

He stared at you for a bit, doing his nervous habit of putting his hand behind his head, almost as if he’s pondering. Analyzing you.

The silence took over for the next few seconds.

“I know a way you can get out.” His gaze returned to you.

“But in one condition, well two actually. You get me some things there and Aizawa never finds out I gave this to you”

He reached for his pocket while he got closer to you.

Shifted to your height, and raised his hand directly to your face.

Finally seeing what he was talking about, you saw what lies between his fingers.

An administration card.

You stared in awe and pure confusion. Have the gods heard your wishes?

Wait…

“How do you have that?! DID YOU STEAL IT?!” you whispered.

“No. Sensei gave it to me to help with getting to school early and all that, but this stays between us. It has to be in my hands the moment you come back. So…don’t fuck this up for me.”

He gestured the card to you.

Hesitantly, you took it and inspected it.

Then you smirked.

“Know what you want then?”

You felt a bit guilty leaving Shoto abruptly. His door was unlocked, so you didn’t bother knocking. He probably fell asleep so why annoy him more?

Turning the knob slowly you hoped to not make a disturbance. You only got a few hours to complete this mission before everyone wakes up. Shinsou gave you a piece of paper of the things he wanted, you’re paying of course. Closing the door slowly, you turned around to be greeted with a twist.

The lamp is lit.

The futon, neatly made.

The balcony, still open.

And Shoto on his knees rummaging through his backpack, dressed in dark clothes.

He noticed you for a moment and went back to his bag.

“I’m not letting you go alone, it’s reckless.” He finally spoke.

You couldn’t help but let out the biggest smile, and a sense of relief.

“Are you sure? If we do this and get caught, sensei won’t be happy.” You warned.

He smiled.

“Not the first time one of us did something reckless, is it?”

Always a valuable sight to see him smile.

“Well then…don’t need to worry about the gate anymore.” You informed him.

“What do you mean?” He tilt his head.

You showed him the card, changing his expression.

“Where did you get that Y/N?” His tone now stern and concern.

“Shinsou.” You wave the card. “I ran into him in the kitchen and told him what we’re doing. He only gave me this so that he can get some stuff too.”

“And why does he have an administration card?” Shoto continued.

“That’s classified. But he didn’t steal it if that’s what you're worried about. I’m supposed to give it right back when we’re done.”

He nodded with a deadpan expression. Then averted his eyes to the ground.

You couldn’t help but be really happy that you’re not going alone.

“Hey Shoto?”

“Hm?”

“Thanks”

He stayed silent but gave a nod.

His face was stoic but he felt endeared.

It reminded you of something.

You were walking to school when you saw Shoto in the distance invested on his phone, so as an honorary person of Shoto’s you thought that it was your duty to tackle him to the ground with a hug.

It backfired instantly.

You startled and activated his quirk which led to you becoming a popsicle. It wasn’t a fun time.

But it was okay, he felt extremely guilty after that. (He took you to an expensive restaurant.) That’s when you learned to always ask before hugging him (or tackle him).

Now it’s a lighthearted memory you cherish.

ZIP

You snapped back from your thoughts when you heard his bag close.

“What made you change your mind?” You pondered.

“Oh. I got hungry.”

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[s1ater]

time doesn’t stop.

pairings. bellamy blake x fem!reader

about. you attempt to make up with bellamy

warnings. foul language, gif not mine, set at s3e9/10

ricky rocks. missing bellamy hours

for a long time, a lot of people thought it’d always be you and bellamy. and for a long time, you believed it’d only always be you and bellamy.

it was only after mount weather did the pressure and realization of how hard a relationship really could be in living hell came to light; especially after a gunshot wound and many promises to keep one another alive.

you were fools to believe that dating was even a possibility beneath the pressures of trying to survive and play hero—that’s what you thought anyway.

you were ready to let go. ready to move on to callings of death that had been in your head the moment you had laid foot on earth. you had done many bad things that had ended you up in a cell block back at arkadia. some things that people believed were considerably valid for a punishment of death, which you were never really ready for up in that cell. but right then, right on earth and out of a cell, you were ready to die.

you had cursed yourself when you woke up days after, patched up, and relieved from the bullet a mount weather guard shot at you. you were alive, and all curtesy of abby griffin, an angel in disguise, as bellamy thought.

but that bullet changed so much, and created a great amount of damage that not even abby could relieve you from.

he moved on fast. or more of what you thought was fast.

you had left, leaving him angry and in desperate need of something with the amount of ties he still held to you. bellamy had never felt so much attachment to one person other than octavia. but with both of you gone, off with your curious minds in search for something that neither of you had found yet, leaving him alone, he had to find something to occupy himself with.

you just weren’t content with the idea of him kissing another girl.

but he didn’t know you anymore.

it wasn’t until you finally went back to arkadia to find several crazed chipped adults, including your own savior, abby, who rather seemed in need to kill you—did you come to realization that your time there and playing hero was not over.

“what the fuck was that?” you yelled into jasper’s ear as he drove the rover as fast as he could, away from the detrimental chaos that seemed to have erupted the moment you got there.

“hard to explain.”

“well find a way,” you looked down to raven and then to the back of the rover where camp was getting smaller and smaller till the only thing you could see was forestry. “i’m gone for-”

“yeah, that’s right, y/n, you were gone,” jasper finds his voice and yells back. “a lot happens around here if you hadn’t noticed.”

your disappearance hadn’t just affected bellamy, and you were now just beginning to realize it.

you could understand; jasper was holding a lot on his shoulders and the tension of you and then almost getting shot didn’t help the situation, “jasper, i’m sorry.”

“i’m not the sorry you owe it to.”

you frowned, immediately thinking of bellamy. you kept your mouth shut from there on out and let jasper guide his way toward a cave where the rest of your group was supposedly camped out at.

the moment you got there, you could tell everything was tense, even by the split second of seeing octavia walking away with bellamy on her tail before realizing the rover was there.

he squinted at you, before recognition kicked in and he realized exactly who he was looking at as you got out of the rover and moved quickly to open the back with jasper, helping him the best you could with hauling raven from her deadened position, “need your help! we have to get her inside before she wakes up!”

“were you followed?” bellamy trudged his way toward the two of you before taking raven into his own arms, clearly having a better chance of carrying her than the two of you combined.

“maybe, i don’t know.”

you stepped back, looking at bellamy’s face and the way he transfixed into taking lead so fast. his face was all beat up with fresh cuts and light bruises beginning to kiss his skin. it made you narrow your brows due to the last time seeing him, he wasn’t in this rough of shape.

he glanced to you one last time before walking to the cave, jasper following after him.

your head turned to octavia now, who you immediately reached out for as did she, “i have to leave.” her arms were wrapped around your neck, making it easy for you to hear the solum tone shoved deeply in her throat.

“don’t go now,” you shook your head in the hold you both had on each other. “you shouldn’t be alone, not with all that’s going on. not after lincoln.”

your words made the both of you cringe but they didn’t scare her off like you had half expected. she pulled away, nodding before walking into the cave with you.

“i told you on the radio, raven is not raven anymore. jaha has been chipping everyone,” jasper shifted nervously, keeping eyes on the frail girl while he tried his best to catch everyone up. “jaha is using the chips to control everyone. you swallow it, you forget who you are and you see this thing; alie. it made raven slit her own wrists.”

you watched raven carefully as jasper continued to speak on how he was trying to help her. you were losing your mind and couldn’t understand how your previous biggest problem—pike—just got blown out of the water and turned ten times worse.

“you say a chip, maybe it’s like the one clarke carries,” your eyes met jasper’s, “after lexa died clarke carried a chip that she gave to me for safe keeping,” you were quick to pull it out of your pocket. “this?”

jasper shrugs, “not exactly.”

and suddenly raven was on her feet and running, causing all of you to haul after her like a chain reaction. bellamy rung his arms around hers, attempting to restrain her as she looked around anxiously.

“if raven finds out where we are, so will alie and she’ll come for her,” jasper stabbed a reaper stick into her neck, causing her to drop from consciousness once more.

you all huffed and raven was once again hauled into bellamy’s arms. you frowned, suddenly getting an idea, “we have to leave,” your eyes were trained on raven.

“why, she doesn’t know where we are.”

“but i know how to fix this and where to find clarke.”

**

“you came back.”

you glanced up to bellamy who sat across from you. no one had said a word within the time you had all gotten within the rover to get to nyla’s location. not until now.

“why wouldn’t i?”

“you tell me,” his eyes were soft on you but the tone of his voice was condescending and hurtful—he wanted to hurt you.

and you understood why.

“‘time doesn’t stop,’” you looked to your hands as you mumbled the words before gaining enough courage to meet his hard, but eager eyes. “you remember when you first said that? ‘time doesn’t stop, not for me, not for you, not for anyone’… you’re good with your words.” an airy laugh came past your lips as you reminisced about bellamy when you all first landed and he gave a lot of leader speeches to the 100.

you couldn’t help but feel sadness seep in at all corners of your soul of how long ago that was and how your problems dealt with actual people and not a.i.’s.

“time doesn’t stop and i couldn’t handle that, bellamy. i wanted it to, but it just didn’t and i… gave up.”

“on us,” he clenched his jaw, hating how he felt sympathetic for you, hating how he wanted to hold you.

his mind thinks to the gun shot wound, and the blood that stained his hands as he kept pressure to your stomach, watching life fade from your eyes. he wasn’t scared of anything, but you dying proved that statement wrong.

“god, bellamy, i never wanted to.”

“i have a hard time believing that,” he frowned. you could tell he was trying to hide his emotions the best he could by the way he bit his tongue and was so overall tense. “you never looked back.”

“but i did,” you leaned forward, touching his face lightly to which made him slightly flinch, no longer used to the feeling. you almost pulled away but the touch with your finger tips turned to the palm of your hand, hovering over his fresh cuts. “i always did.”

“then you should have come back, should have said something.”

“i am back, i promise, bellamy. i’m back now.”

you could tell he didn’t trust those words even though he wanted so badly to lean into it—to put trust that you were really there and would stay there till the end of your days.

he leaned back, his eyes watching you gingerly, trying to decide on how to feel and what to say, but he just nodded, mumbling, “okay.”

you accepted that as good as mutual ground between you two could get. bellamy was a stubborn person at nature and it was hard to let people back in when they were traitors to his soul, but him defying his morals the best he could just for you was a sign of something positive.

especially when he reached for your hand, and held it tightly between the two of your bodies.

“now, are you going to tell me about your face?”

navigation.

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[law-d-water-trafalgar]

Sleepless Mushroom

Law X F. Reader

Part of Heart Pirates for four years, girlfriend to Law eventually, strong willed, cured, daily life with law.

You ate the insomnia mushroom and the closest island was five days away. As your sanity weighs Law goes to get your medicine to cure you.

"But Law I'm sooo hungry I cant wait" you say as your stomach growls.

"You can wait, you've waited longer than this anyways" he grumbles annoyed. While you both were walking through lush forestry you notice some mushrooms and decide to sneakily pick them you ate two big ones then stuffed the rest in your boiler suit pockets. Feeling super energized you run up to him keeping up with his pace.

"I dont think theres any pirates here but we could send the team out to look for medical supplies" you say garnering a smirk from Law.

"Your right (n) let's go back-" he was cut off by his eyes darting to something falling out of your pocket. He picks it up and then it hits him.

"(N) dont tell me you ate any of these..." he exclaims voice shaken. You pause like a deer in headlights.

"Um well I only ate two of them, I told you I was hungry!" You whined as he grabs you and shakes you

"Those are insomnia mushrooms! Once you eat them you may never sleep until you die or go crazy (n)" he yells at you making you tear up. He stops shaking you now with his hand on the bridge of his nose he just stand there thinking hard.

"Come with me now!" He yells. Grabbing your hand he shouts

"Room Shambles" and your both in the Polar Tang in the med bay. Him searching for a book finding it then flipping through it he starts to prepare a medicine.

"Fuck!" You hardly ever heard him curse so you knew this was serious.

"What's wrong Captain?" You politely ask. You've been with the Heart Pirates for four years now and have taken a great liking to your Captain but you know he wouldn't feel the same so you've kept it to yourself.

"We just ran out of the key ingredient I need to make your medicine dammit!" He yells as he pounds his fist onto the table.

"At the fastest we can go, itll still take five days to get to the island" Law says defeated.

"You'll start hallucinating after seventy two hours, then start to loose it after five days. This island also has rocks and whirlpools around it making it very difficult to get too" he says sadly.

"So why does it even matter if I live or die? Just let me die" You ask morbidly.

"You could die any day now (n) but I refuse to let you die" He just stares at you for a long time then goes up to you cups your cheek leans in and kisses you. Shocked but quick on your feet you kiss him back until you both break for air.

"I cant loose another person that I love that includes you (n)" he states softly holding your hand his face blush rose pink.

"I just meant I didnt care if I died because, I've been so in love with you for so long Law... I dont want to die I just wanted true love" he looks at you with a deepened blush as your blush deepens too.

"I never could tell that's why I never said anything before" he says.

"Since there's a chance you may die I just had to tell you" he says gently.

"I need that medicine Law" you say concerned as he nods.

"I'll go to the control room and tell them to adjust course. It will take five days to get there. Do you think you can handle that?" Law asks concern creeping into his voice. You just nod a little unsure but you would dam hell try.

-☆-

Three Days Later

-☆-

"Trafalgar where am I again?" You question face planted on the desk. You both have barley left the office since he found out you ate the insomnia mushroom. He would bring you sleeping pills but they wouldnt work.

"In my office on my desk. I asked you to do paperwork remember" he says becoming more afraid with every passing minute.

"Since the sleeping pills didnt work heres some coffee, you might as well have some" he says placing a cup down next to your head. As you perk up you exclaim.

"Thank you cutie!" You almost yell as he blushes and pulls down his hat still not used to you calling him pet names. As you sip your coffee you realized

"Hey howd you know how I liked my coffee?" You wonder. As you turn to face him

"I kind of liked to watch you from afar before" he states one hand scratching the back of his head the other with a cup of coffee.

"Aweee that is soo sweet Trafalgar" you squeal getting up and hugging him close. He looks shocked but lays a arm around your waist.

"If you can manage to get through this without going insane, theres something I need to talk to you about." He says as you just look up at him.

"Why not now?" He blushes deeply.

"Your mind is not right, right now." He simply states. Rubbing your back with one hand.

"Okay finnee.. let me continue working now." You pull and breakaway from his warm grasp. Going back to the paperwork hours and hours pass with Law bringing you food and water, since you were so focused all you would say is thank you, and not even look at him until the paperwork was depleted. You sigh loudly.

"What's wrong?" Law asks you.

"Now I'm bored! Do you have anything else for me to do?" You ask politely. He looks shocked that you finished all the paperwork.

"Those were about weeks worth of paperwork and you finished in one day?" He questions.

"Yea I can work fast so what?" You say nonchalantly sipping your new coffee.

"I'm switching your position from guard to the office."

"What?! What the hell? Why?" You ask really liking your old position.

"I want to be closer to you, is that all right?" He asks looking down his hat covering his face.

"Well if that's all you wanted you could have just said so." You state quickly as he perks up and you smile at him making him blush which makes you blush. You motion him over and he obeys. You stand and hug him close

"I'm strong willed Trafalgar, I'm still in my right mind, dont you worry, I'm just sooo tired" you admit.

"I can understand that" he says while looking at the clock. Its three am now wow. I hate leaving you alone." He releases you and says

"Room Shambles" "shambles" then reappears in front of you with a crochet needle and yarns. Surprised you ask

"Whered you get all this?" You motion towards the yarns and needle.

"Bepos room, he was asleep I'll explain to him in the morning. Maybe you can crochet him something?" Law says gently handing you the stuff.

"That sounds sweet! I'll do that thank you ... handsome" you say looking away blushing deep red making him blush slightly. You feel a hand on your chin tilting your head upwards he kisses you, you kiss him back deepening the kiss, using your tounge to flick his around feeling him smirk he uses one hand to play with your hair as the other caresses your back. Your hand find its way to his chest and one plays with his hair as you both break for air he looks like hes about to say something but stops.

"Two more days (n)" Law he reluctantly says.

"Its really late and I need to get some sleep. I'll have to see you tomorrow (n)" he says as he slips his hand off of yours while he heads to his bed. You stay at his desk crocheting well into the night and morning. You realize its nine am now and Law and everyone must be awake. You had just finished Bepos hat so you went to walk out the door but bump into someone.

"Excuse me-"

"Its just me (n)" you hear Law say as you see him holding two cups of coffee. He hands you a cup as you take it in one hand Bepos hat in the other.

"Thank you cutie" you say making Law blush slightly.

"Your welcome ... um dear" he manages to say making you blush a deep red. You giggle and sip some coffee.

"I finished Bepos hat I wanted to give it to him" you state as Law nods and let's you pass by him. Once you find Bepo you hold the hat behind yourself and say

"Bepo! Guess what I've made you?" You say happily.

"Hmm what is it (n)?" Bepo asks. You pull out the hat and shove it near Bepo he looks so happy.

"Awee (n) it looks just like Captain's hat. He told me you borrowed my crochet stuff thank youu" Bepo says.

"Oh yea here you go Bepo" you pull out and hand him the rest of the crochet stuff as he holds it.

"Thank you (n) I'll treasure it forever" Bepo says happily while leaving to his room. You walk back to the office to see a Law at his other desk as you sit down on the free desk holding your head up with you elbow. Plopping your head down on the desk you quickly pick your head back up. Law turns around to notice your strange behavior.

"Its time for a check up" he says nonchalantly. You get up and follow him to the med bay sitting on the bed.

"3.2.1." Law inserts the needle and draws your blood while you look away.

"All done" he says placing a gauze and tape over the hole.

Inserting the vile into the medical machine he stares at the screen as information pops up.

Turning to you he seemingly is trying to find words as he says

"Your fighter cells are starting to turn against your body since you havent slept in four days." You just nod understanding but feeling delirious.

"I feel high Law"

"That will happen when you start to hallucinate.. you should stay next to me from now on until I can get your medicine" Law states patting your head. You nuzzle his hand and he blushes slightly.

"I'm so in love with you" you tell him as he blushes deep red.

"I'm in love with you too (n)" he says appeasing you knowing your probably saying these things due to lack of sleep, but not wanting to hurt your feelings.

-☆-

After All Day

-☆-

After helping Law all day staying close to him following him places to and fore. It became dark and night time. In the office,

"I want you to stay with me tonight it may help you too" Law says gently. You just look over to him and nod.

"Okay what do you mean exactly, tomorrow is the day and you need sleep" you says blankly.

"Sleep with me tonight, um not like that but, just rest with me tonight." He stutters blushing deep red pulling his hat down over his face. You giggle and say

"Okay honey pie" you say giggling your head off.

"Whew I'm feeling it oh yea" you say which makes Law frown.

"Well tomorrow is the day so let's go rest now" he says taking your hand leading you to his room which you've never been in before.

"So quaint and cute!" You giggle loudly. As you squeeze Laws hand. He let's go and goes to the closet pulling out his old sweatshirt and sweatpants.

"Here change into these" he holds them for you as you start to take your shirt off he yelps

"In the bathroom, uh change in the bathroom!" He yells blushing wine redfully to his ears.

"Oh right sorry I guess I'm more delusional than I thought you giggle and laugh. Making Law frown. You take the clothes then change in the bathroom. Once done you come out and see Law staring at you blushing at you wearing his clothes.

"See something you like?" You say seductively.

"Why yes I do" Law chuckles at your tone.

"Come here" Law demands and you obey. Sliding into the bed next to him he wraps an arm around you as you both lay down staring into eachothers eyes as you see him start to drift off you pet his head.

"Goodnight Trafalgar" you say as you give him a gentle kiss on his forehead as he falls asleep. The next morning you had stayed awake unable to sleep but getting to see Trafalgars sleeping face was more than enough for you. As he wakes you coo to him.

"Wakey wakey cutie patootie" you say kissing his cheek until he opens his eyes. Looking a back at first but thinking about something he pulls you closer embracing you in a gaint hug.

"I think it's time to see how far -"

"Captain we see the island!" You both hear Bepo yell through the speaker system.

"Well speak of the devil. I have to go (n) stay here try not to uh yea, just be good" he says getting up getting dressed in his cloak grabbing Kikoku.

"Okay love I'll do whatever you say" you say as you sprawl all over the bed.

"Room Shambles"

-☆-

After Hours

-☆-

Your starting to get worried as it's been hours since Law left to the island. The Polar Tang had to submerge as the whirlpools were to much and rocks where everywhere.

"Shambles" you hear as Trafalgar appears cloak ripped, arm slightly bleeding.

"Oh my god what happened?!?!" You yell as Law just takes your hand

"Room Shambles" your both in the med bay now as he walks over to the medicine he made earlier days before. He took out the flower from his cloak and starts to make it into the medicine. Once done he take off his cloak revealing two deep gashes on his arm. He takes the medical drink and gently hands it to you.

"Drink up (n) all of it" you chug the gross drink until its empty starting to feel the effects of tiredness but refusing to sleep yet.

"Let me fix you up Law" you state getting needle and thread, stitching ready.

"Sit down" you say and he obeys as you start stiching him up him hissing. Once done you sterilize and dress his wound.

"What happened Law?" You ask concerned. He looks at you then gently speaks

"This island is home to dangerous ancient dinosaurs I got slashed by a flying one while I dodged three others to get your medicine." He states softly.

"What?! That was too dangerous I was going out of my mind with worry about yo-" you were cut off by Laws lips on yours, melting into him you give a soft moan. Breaking for air he starts to speak.

"Now remember I had something to talk to you about?" he asks you. Cocking your head to the side you say

"Oh right what was it Law?" You question.

"I wanted to tell you after all these four years I've learn something about myself. I'm in love with you. I love you (n). Will you please be my girlfriend? Now that your of sound mind" In shock you think for a minute.

"I'm in love with you as well and I love you too Trafalgar! Of course I'd love to be your girlfriend!" You squeal in happiness and slip your arms through his and hug him gently. As he hugs you back he stands and leads you into his room.

"Being my girlfriend, you dont have to wear that boiler outfit and I'd like you to move into my room" Law says in a whisper.

"Okay I'll move what I have tomorrow but for today and tonight we both need rest" you say as Law nods leading you to the bed you both slip into it while he wraps his non injured arm around you.

"I love you (n)" Trafalgar whispers in your ear making you shiver in happiness.

Looking up to meet his grey eyes you say

"I love you to Trafalgar" you say as you kiss his neck making him shiver.

"We better wait till I'm healed now" he winks at you, cups your cheek and kisses you deeply.

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[fantasies-fairytales-n-fics]

Code Blue Ch. 38- Devils

Summary: Lee and Jo are a united front once again and stronger than ever. Lee's a bundle of nerves as he faces the music. A new hospital CEO is introduced, to Britt's dismay. Jo gets a comforting visitor who's news get her all fired up. A long awaited decision has arrived. Jo is floored at the ghastly sight of someone. Sinister words are headed. Someone lurks. The cat's outta the bag. Josie runs into her past. Lee is confronted. A hospital dispute occurs with a threat. Someone unexpected has Lee's back.

*Warnings* language, angst, smut, mild violence, grief

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Chapter characters: Lee, Josie, Britt, Elizabeth, David, Cyrus, Orlando, Gerry, Mr. Carpenter

Salem, Massachusetts

March 13, 2023

You and Lee had spent the past five glorious days together, intentionally and happily isolated at his farm, away from all of the outside influences so you both could solely focus on each other, for it was much needed after the eight days of hell without one another. Your phones had been shut off, leaving only his landline open for emergencies and only those that needed to know were told where you were which was Orlando and Britt. Of course you called your mom and told her you'd be away on a vacation so she didn't call on the national guard, that being a pun regarding Gerry, but you didn't tell here where in case she let it slip to Megan, and Britt promised to check in on her daily.

During your blissful time together, you and Lee had spent time at the park down the road where you and he once spent a wonderful night there under the stars, swinging and sleeping on the merry-go-round like before and he finally took you hiking around the 42 acres of forestry like he had promised to do. He wasn't kidding when he said one could get lost out there.

You spent a few nights in the boat house, watching Lee work his pottery magic, rebuilding the sculpture of you that you broke and also making your own magic together upon the unbalanced work table.

Today was Monday, the day Orlando went back to being a doctor and also the day Lee would find out if he had a future as a doctor. Throughout the night, Lee had tossed and turned a lot because of it, otherwise you both had slept soundly with no bad dreams now that you had the comfort of each other's arms.

The alarm sounded at 8 am. You reached over and shut it off as Lee groaned, wrapping his arm over your stomach to pull your backside up against him. You smiled immensely at his morning wood pressing into the small of your back as his warm breath trickled into your ear.

"Good morning sunshine."

"Mmmm mornin baby. You feel ok? You didn't sleep well at all."

"I feel extremely good...if you haven't noticed." he whispered playfully as he began to kiss your neck.

Giggling, you bent your arm up around his head and turned your face to kiss him, then gave him an obvious invitation as you brought your knee forward and gently stroked the tip of his seeping cock.

"Oohhh girl, the things you do to me."

Lee clasped the base of his solid girth as you helped him guide it to your slick entrance.

"Fuuuuck..." he moaned as he slid into you, filling you up with one long push.

The squeaking of the bed filled the room as he rocked against your ass while simultaneously teasing your aching bud in circles with his middle finger and nipping your shoulder with his teeth. This was one position you could honestly say you had never done before and it was driving your core insane, until he did something else that sent it spinning.

Lee placed his hand under your knee to turn you over, legs spread with your back partially upon his chest as he held your thigh up and continued to slowly slide in and out of you. Fuck, his deep moans and grinding motion every time he filled you were going to make you come unhinged at any moment.

His fingers accelerated, torturing your clit in the most pleasureful way, bringing you to the edge. Your gasping and body shaking release brought him along with you as you arched back against his body and mewled.

Lee began to rapidly thrust and heavily pant as he gripped your stomach firmly, holding you in place as his warm seed shot through you in vigorous pulses.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....ah...ah...ah ohhh fuuckkk...shit Jo...baby damn. God I love you."

Lee let you slide down off of him and then you quickly turned over with a glowing smile.

"I love you more." you told him as you caressed his cheek.

Lee gazed into your eyes for a moment as you laid face to face with him and then his expression became serious.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah baby?" you whispered.

"Did you come back for Jacob or for me?"

"Lee...baby what?? Why on earth would you ask something like that?"

"I...I don't know...I guess...it's just...well, once you knew that you were his aunt...is...is that why you came back?"

Your hand snuggly bonded with his to show him he was safe with you as you then provided the words he needed to hear....to believe.

"Baaaaby...how could you ever think that?? Is...is that what you have been thinking about this past week? The moments I noticed you lost in thought at random times? Believe me, I did notice that. Lee, I came to you an hour before I even knew. Reading your beautiful letter that morning, it showed me how ridiculous I was being about Ethan and when you texted me, asking me to meet you, I came running. I wanted to fix things. Did my kiss not prove that? I loved you before I even new about Jacob, I...just didn't know it yet. I literally moved heaven and earth to find you when I left the hospital. Sure, finding your bracelet was a huge help in keeping me from looking like some stalker, but with or without it, I was still determined to find you again. Lee...I came here for YOU. I will ALWAYS come for you and I am so sorry baby, that I ever left you the selfish way I did, or even at all. I swear my soul was inside out without you for those short but extremely long eight days and I don't ever want to feel that way again. I would have came back even if I hadn't learned all that I did. I...I can't stay away from you. Don't you know that by now? You...are my weakness Lee Grinner Pace and the love of my life. There isn't and never was anyone for me but you. I...I am beautiful with you. Do you really still doubt me...us?"

"I'm so sorry. Of course I don't sweetheart. I don't know why I let these thoughts even enter my mind. Old habits die hard I suppose. I should never have asked you that. Everything you just said...I know it's all true. I know you love me. How could you not after all I have put you through and you're still here?"

"Don't apologize for needing reassurance Lee..."

"But I shouldn't need it. Not from you. Now you though, you had every reason to need it from me because I gave you every reason to doubt my love. Do you...still doubt it? I mean, now that you know the entire truth about Ethan? I...I've noticed things too Jo...I feel like something is still weighing on your mind. Tell me what it is baby. Please."

"It...has nothing to do with Ethan. I swear it. You put all those doubts and fears to rest in every way possible. They're gone. I promise. It's..."

You paused and sighed, closing your eyes.

"Hey...it's me. You can tell me anything. My girl, what's wrong?"

"It's that damn dream. Lee, I can't help it. I feel like something really bad is going to happen. It felt like some omen or something and I know, I know...you don't really believe in all..."

"Jo...babe...I see my dead son..."

"Yeah...ok there's that. I'm sorry, I'm ruining this awesome morning and that's why I haven't said anything before this because we have had the most incredible week together, making up for lost time that I caused and..."

"That..I...caused Jo. It's going to be alright baby. I am not going to leave your side and we will stand against Ethan and everything else together...ok? I will never let anyone hurt you. I put my life on it."

You threw the pillow over your head and muffled a scream into it.

"Don't say that Lee!!! Take it back!"

Lee chuckled and tugged the pillow from your death grip.

"Look at me right now. Nothing...is going to happen to me. I am not going anywhere. I am not going to leave you. I prom..."

"No! Don't say it. Don't make promises you can't keep. I KNOW you would never go away of your own will Lee...ok...this is why I didn't say anything and I don't want to talk about it anymore." you huffed and yanked the pillow back.

"My god you're so fucking adorable when you're mad." he said in such a deep sexy voice, then tickled you. As you burst into laughter and squeals, the aroma of coffee crept into the room from Lee's pot he had on a timer.

"FUCK!" he shouted and bounced off the bed as if the house was on fire. "It's 9 o'clock!"

"Oh my god....ok...go...go shower!"

"I have to be there at 10 and the drive is at least 30 minutes and..." he rambled as he cranked the water on and whipped the shower door shut.

"Lee, it's ok! You laid out your clothes last night. We will make it on...." you began to say and then heard a bellowing F bomb as the cold water hit him. Giggling as you shook your head, you hopped up and jumped in the guest shower, long enough to wash your body but not your hair, then started dressing in a god awful skirt and heels since you would be at Lee's side. Fifteen seconds of brushing your teeth, hair up in a messy bun and you were good to go.

Lee on the other hand was now a complete wreck as he dressed in a panic stupor. You knew the problem wasn't so much of being late or what the outcome would be, it was having to face that girl's parents. By the time you both left, Lee was looking like a five year old who dressed himself, suit coat wadded up in his arms, tie hanging loose around his neck and shirt untucked. With a coffee in his hand, you drove so he could try to relax, which didn't happen in the slightest and he was silent the entire ride.

Upon arrival at ten til ten, you saw Orlando's car and parked beside it. You also saw the big red emergency letters that you saw in your dream which sent an immediate shiver down your spine.

Lee froze for a moment as you turned the car off. You undid his seatbelt for him and then took his hand.

"Hey...I am right here with you."

Lee squeezed your hand, offering you a small closed lip smile and then got out. You clung to Lee's arm all the way there, praying that your ankles didn't turn in on you as you internally cursed the dreadful toe smashing heels. You temporarily took them off to make the haul quickly up the two flights of stairs, then slipped them back on just in time to see Elizabitch standing in the vending area.

This was so not what Lee needed right now, for you were afraid that in his state of mind, he would tear into her and accidentally let it slip about knowing Jason was Jacob's father. To say that he desperately wanted to was quite obvious when she just smirked at him and walked away, which you then had to tug him in the other direction as he damn near broke his neck glaring her down with flaring nostrils while watching her leave.

"Fucking cu..."

"Lee! Come on!" you strongly whispered and finally got him to move.

You both finally entered the lobby of the conference room where Britt was impatiently waiting. Needless to say, she was less than thrilled to see Lee's sloppy appearance.

"Glad to see you could make it with literally minutes to spare. Did you just roll out of bed from a night of binge drinking??"

"Hey! Lay off of him Britt! I will help him get straightened up. We didn't have time alright??" you snapped in defense of your highly agitated boyfriend.

"I am only trying to help here because you show up here looking like this and it's only going to scream to Mr. Carpenter of the entire reason we're here. You're a mess Lee. This does not help your case."

"Ok Britt...point noted. You can go now. I'll help him as I said and then we'll be in."

"Ummm no, Josie. You can't go in with him. Lee's a big boy and needs to prove that. You'll just have to wait out here or you could go to the cafeteria. I just saw Dr. Bloom there on my way up. I know he's a bit anxious about this as well so maybe you could keep each other company. This will probably be about an hour. I'm going in now. Get cleaned up."

Britt left and now Lee was a jittery mess knowing you couldn't be at his side and he wasn't thinking clearly, so much so that he tried to follow Britt inside, but you quickly stopped him.

"Hey, no no no, you need to let me fix you up."

You tried helping him with his tie, but he quickly took over, turning it into a twisted mess because he couldn't concentrate and hold still. It was like trying to dress a child for school. You then handed him some mints that you saw on the desk in hopes that the coolness would help him breathe.

"Fuck...Jo...this damn tie...it's choking me...I..I can't..."

"It's ok, it's ok. Just tuck your shirt in and breathe and let me try again. I won't make it tight."

"No..Jo...I go it, I got it...just let me do it."

His breaths were becoming heavy and he seemed a bit disoriented which worried you that he was going to have another panic attack.

"Lee...baby...look at me, look at me." you said, taking his face in your hands as his glistening eyes met yours. "I need you to breathe. Can you do that for me? Just look in my eyes and...breathe. I am not going anywhere. I will wait right here on this couch. The only thing that will separate us is that door and when you come out, my face will be the first thing you see. I love you. I love you soooo much and no matter what happens here today, nothing will ever change that and we'll deal with it all together ok? You can do this baby."

You softly kissed him and stroked his straggled hair into place as he let out a deep sigh through his nose.

"You're the only thing that keeps me sane, I swear to god. I love you too Jo March, more than you could ever know. Ok....you're right. I can do this."

He kissed your forehead and trickled the back of his fingers down your cheek.

"Forever." he whispered and then he went inside.

The very second the door closed, all was silent and you were all alone and then came the uncontrollable tears that you had held back to be strong for him.

You sat down, silently sobbing and pulled your phone out to text Landy, letting him know you were there and that Lee had just went in. He replied telling you that he was praying for Lee and that he would come up but his break was almost over and told you to come find him when Lee was finished.

Lee sat down beside Britt but kept his head down, for he could feel Mr. Carpenter's eyes upon him. Strangely the mother was not present which Lee had noticed at a glance when he first walked in. Also attending were the other staff that assisted Lee the day of Henrietta's operation, including Nurse Amy, Lee and Jo's friend, who cared for her and opposite of them were members of the board. There was also a man that Lee did not recognize sitting at the head of the table. He was a heavier build also dressed in a suit and tie, appearing to be at least twenty to thirty years older than Lee and had long silver hair pulled back in a pony tail. The man spoke quietly with the others for a few minutes, looking over some paperwork and in that time frame, Lee must have eaten every single piece of mint that you gave him as he focused on the image of your face and breathing.

Finally, Britt stood up and began with the introduction and welcoming of the cologne ridden stranger....and her tone caught Lee's attention, for it was forced with a hint of sarcasm.

"Before this meeting commences, I would like to introduce to everyone here our new CEO. Some of you have already had the...pleasure of meeting him this morning, but for those of you that have not, please welcome Mr. Cyrus Renault."

After pacing the room for ten minutes, you found yourself snooping by the door in hopes to hear something but there wasn't a single peep of voices. You couldn't even see light coming out from under the door. Eventually, you sat down with a hard sigh, propping your elbows on your knees and burying your face in your hands....also trying to breathe.

Suddenly, you felt someone sit down beside you and instantly recognized the cologne. Cool Water by Davidoff. How fitting since the one wearing it was none other than your briefly estranged guy bff, Dave.

"Hey you." he softly said with a concerned look in his baby blues that perfectly matched his scrubs.

You slid your hands down just enough to reveal your tear soaked eyes and stared at him in shock, noticing his dark wavy locks had grown longer, which triggered you into sobbing again at the very missed sight of him.

"Heyyy, hey hey." Dave sweetly said and scooted over to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

"What...are you doing here?' you mumbled through your hands. Although you had known the dashing doctor Dave for five years, you still felt uncomfortable crying in front of him.

"I knew about the meeting and I figured you would be here. I just wanted to come check on you."

You swiftly rubbed your tears away and moved back from him, letting him clearly know you were not happy.

"Well, that's nice of you since I haven't seen or heard from you since the day of Orlando's surgery, you know, also the day you took off on me when I told you about Lee and me? You haven't even responded to my texts."

David's eyes fell in shame and then he tried to explain his ghosting actions.

"I'm sorry. I really am. I guess I...I just thought that with all you had going on, you needed space and I..I didn't want to interfere in your new life. I've just been trying to move on is all."

"What, so now we can't be friends anymore because I'm with someone??"

"Friends...yeah." he quietly said, this time his head falling too as he felt the heartbreak all over again in that simple word...friends.

"Look, Josie...I didn't come here to further complicate your life. I...just know what Lee is going through. I've lost patients and I've been blamed. One in particular and similar because she was young like this girl, nineteen. Except it was a common surgery and she suffered a pulmonary embolism. The parents, they wanted someone to blame. That's what grief does to people. So, I just wanted to offer my support and....I missed you and wanted to see you. That's all. You were always around and now...you're not. But as long as you're happy...then I'm happy. Are you...happy?"

Your eyes studied the pain in his expression that he was failing miserably at trying to conceal, and so you lightened up on him.

"I...yes. I am. I'm...just so worried for Lee."

"Well, for what it's worth. I don't think he's responsible for that girl's death. Many here don't. Everyone loves him and supports him. He's a brilliant doctor and surgeon who has just been dealing with things no one should ever have to deal with."

His words made you smile and you took his hand.

"You really are amazing, you know that? And I...I miss you so much. Please don't disappear from my life. I still need you David. I will always need you. Promise me you won't go away."

Dave forced a smile and squeezed your hand.

"I know I've been a shitty selfish friend lately and I truly am sorry. Of course I won't go away Josie. Not unless you tell me to. I'm...I'm just trying to move on myself as I said."

"Apology accepted. So...by move on...have you met someone?"

His hand released yours and his eyes broke contact as he slightly stiffened up.

"Well...I went out with someone, just once and..."

"Ohhh? Do tell! You know you have to tell me now. Spill it Davey. Who is she? Do I know her? Do you like her?"

He chuckled. "I...reeeally don't think you want or need to hear this right now....and I should have known better than to say anything.

"Uh yes I do. You're hiding something. Don't forget who you're talking to here. I know you. Who is it? What's the big deal?"

He sighed and seemed very nervous.

"Dave!....you're kinda scaring me here. Out with it."

"Yeah ok umm..." he said and stood up, almost as if he were steering clear of your reaction. "It's...it's kind of....Nurse...Webber...."

In that moment, you truly hoped that door was a s soundproof as it seemed to be.

"You're dating Lee's psycho ex!!!!" you reeled as you flung to your feet. "Have you lost your damn mind???"

"Woah, hey, calm down Jos..."

"Don't tell me to calm down! I mean, you OBVIOUSLY know about the shit she's done or you wouldn't be telling me to calm down or so damn afraid to tell me who it was! Jesus, does your sister know???"

"Ok, Josie stop. It was one date. I'm just getting to know her. I kind of like her ok? She don't seem anything like what people say and no, Britt don't know..."

"Oh my fucking god...I can't believe my ears right now. What is there to get to know when you KNOW all there IS to know?? I can line up people for you if you'd like to tell you that it would be the biggest mistake of your life to ever get involved with her! I think you know this because why haven't you told Britt?? Because you know Britt despises her! And I am willing to bet that Elizabitch is just using you to aggravate me and Britt both. It's how she rolls Dave!"

"What...so she can't actually like me for me?"

"NO!! She's a cheating whore and she's capable of doing very bad things and I don't want to see you be one of her casualties. People get hurt when she's involved. Just ask Lee. Ask Jason!!"

"Ask...Jason?"

You had to think quickly to recover from the mistake of blurting that out in your bout of anger.

"I..I meant...if...he were here...but he's not, but Britt will tell you. My landlord will even tell you cause he was married to her. key word...WAS. Dave...damn it...please listen to me. I care about you so much and I just feel that you're vulnerable right now and she preys on that shit. Lee....he thinks she is responsible for his son's death although he can't prove it and I believe it too or I would never have told you. But you need to understand. She's trouble with a capital ass T. I want you to be happy, I do, just not with her because you won't be happy! She'll hurt you and so help me god if she does...."

Just then, surprisingly, the conference door opened after only thirty minutes of collaboration. You gasped and spun around, fearing they all heard your raging rant but instead...Lee came out as Britt and others followed, all leaving except Britt....and Lee's face, you couldn't yet read.

You froze, your eyes locked in his as you gulped and then noticed an angered man storm out which you then gathered to be Mr. Carpenter. Once he was gone, Lee finally spoke as a smile formed on his face.

"Dr. Pace is officially back baby. I'm innocent."

Your hands flew to your face, leaving only your gaping eyes revealed and then you found yourself jumping into his arms and being spun around as he laughed and almost cried while kissing your head through your hair over and over. As he put you down, Dave was no longer in your sight. He had left.

"Oh my god baby, I am so happy for you! I knew it, deep down somehow that you would be found unaccountable. Now, you can finally breathe."

"Congratulations Lee." Britt then said, seemingly remorseful for being so hard on him earlier.

"Yes, congratulations Dr. pace." a voice sounded from behind you both that had your jaw dropping as you turned to see who it was.

"Oh my, well isn't this a treat?" Cyrus continued when he saw you with your arm clung to Lee's. "Jo...March is it? We meet again."

"You...you know him?" Lee asked as Britt's eyes widened with the same question.

"Not formally." Cyrus answered for you. "We met briefly outside my son's apartment. Let me properly introduce myself. Once again, I am Cyrus Renault, Craig's father as I'm sure you now know and the new CEO of Salem hospital."

Your eyes darted to Britt in utter confusion, considering you knew he had just been released from prison and Jason believed him responsible for the hit put on him. Surely Britt must know that, you thought.

"You all...look stunned?" he added when no one spoke. "Is there a...problem?"

That's when Britt's good old non-filtered mouth chose to reply.

"I think all who work here are stunned after your time served in prison for polluting Salem with your drug shipments and trying to kill Jason Morgan."

You couldn't believe she just said that to her apparent new boss, although you understood it because you felt the same exact way and now you had to later explain this to Lee because you had honestly forgot about this creep.

Cyrus began to laugh, quite hard for a moment before he made a not so subtle threat to your girl bff.

"Although I admire your honesty, I would advise you to temper your attitude...and accusations if you value your position here as Chief of Staff Dr. Westbourne, among...other things."

By this point, Lee's eyes were wild with wonder and bewilderment as he remained silent, listening to this scene play out.

"And from what I understand, Mr. Morgan, or March should I say? is in fact dead, victim of an explosion, correct? While I, in fact, was wrongfully incarcerated, so it is utterly impossible for me to have had any involvement in his untimely demise. You know, Miss March, I figured out who you were after I left that day. Jason is, sorry correction, was, your brother. I offer you my condolences. Such a young soul to meet such a terrible fate."

You suddenly felt nauseous and lightheaded in your anger as you grabbed onto Lee.

"Hey, you ok?" he asked as he quickly put his arm around your waist to steady you.

"Ahhh, so I take it the two of you are an...item?" Cyrus went on without a single care over his lying and insensitive words.

"I'm sorry, we really should be going. Lee, Orlando is waiting for us." you said with a look Lee understood very well.

"Yeah of course. Britt, let me know my schedule when you have it ready. And umm...it was...nice to meet you Mr. Renault." Lee said with hesitation.

"Oh the pleasure was all mine. Welcome back Dr. Pace. I am sure we will be seeing a lot more of each other. You both take care now."

A shiver ran all through your body at his double entendre of words and you couldn't get out of there fast enough.

"Josie!" Britt loudly called out, then calmed her tone. "I...we will talk soon ok?"

You saw the fear in her eyes and you knew she saw yours.

"Yes. Soon."

As soon as you and Lee rounded the corner, you took your heels off and ran for the bathroom.

"Jo! babe..." Lee called and ran after you, following you right into the women's restroom without a care, which luckily, it appeared empty.

You leaned on the sink, beginning to hyperventilate as Lee rubbed your back.

"Jo, sweetheart, what's going on?"

You filled your palm with water and quickly drank it, then ripped your hair down and ran your wet hands through it.

"Lee....it...it's him. Cy...Cyrus...he's...I forgot to....he's the one....he tried to kill Jason. He...he had....someone else do it while he was in prison....Jason...Jason said he is certain that the Zacchara's...Johnny, the guy you met at the rink...Jason told me...that he and Ethan were hired to do it."

"You told me about Jason saying it was Johnny and Ethan and possibly even Liz, but how do you know it was this guy? Who the hell is he??"

"Well, as you heard, he's...he's Craig's dad...but other than that, I don't know much more about him. I didn't stick around long enough to ask Jason or Craig, but obviously, he's mob and I do know he's Sonny's number one enemy. Jesus Lee...I...I am so sorry I ever drug you into my mess of a life. This all...could put you in danger and god, my dream...."

"Hey, don't do that. Come here."

Lee pulled you close and lightly rocked you.

"You couldn't have known things would ever come to this. You had no idea Jason was even alive until now Jo...."

"Lee...you, Orlando, Britt, even Dave...you all have to work around him and that psycho bitch. I don't like this! I saw Dave earlier...he told me he went on some date with her! I need to talk to Britt later. It's quite obvious she knows who Cyrus really is and she needs to know about her brother so she can talk some damn sense into him."

"What about Jason though? Are you going to tell her he's alive? Or do you think she possibly already knows? Maybe he told her since he loves her?"

"No...he wouldn't do that, risk her life. He didn't even mean for me to find out. I can't tell her. Only you can know."

"Alright. Let's get out of here and go see Landy ok? And then, maybe we can go try and celebrate? I mean, only about my innocence and reinstatement. I will still always feel so terribly awful for that girl's death and what that family is going through."

"I know baby. But yeah, that sounds good. Lee?"

"Yeah my girl?" he asked as you both went out into the hall with him sweetly carrying your shoes.

"I love you, truly... madly...and so deeply."

"Mmmm...right back at ya babe." he replied with a grin as you stood on your tippy toes and kissed him.

After you both left, the bathroom door slowly opened from the inside and out walked Elizabeth into the hall with the look of a cat who swallowed the canary. She had heard everything as she hid in the stall with her feet up and now knew that Jason....was in fact alive.

You and Lee met up with Amy at the nurse's station who informed you that Orlando was just around the corner, already having trouble on his first day back with Nurse Theresa who once again was complaining over his illegible writing.

"I swear she's ruthless. Hey babe, catch up with Amy for a bit and I'll go save him." Lee said as he grinned. "Be right back. Love you."

"Ok." you laughed. "Love you!"

"Awwwww. You guuuuys are so cute! And it's good to see Lee looking so happy. I'm so glad things worked out for him. We were all pulling for him."

"Thanks Ames. But not all were." you snarled as you locked eyes with Elizabeth who was trotting down the stairs serving you a look of gloat. Why was beyond you and it's pissed you off nonetheless.

"Oh that bitch..."

"Oh no you don't!" Amy said, grabbing your hand as you tried to go after her. "Leave the bottom dweller where she belongs. This is a happy day for you and Lee. Don't let her ruin it. Karma will get her. It always does."

"Ugh." you huffed. "You're right. AS always."

"Of course I am. Hey, now that you're here...I thought I would tell you that...Gerry is here."

"What? Why?? Is he following me again???"

"This time I can actually say no. Jo...it's Victor. He had a heart attack last night. Gerry has been here since they brought him in."

"Oh my god...do they think he will recover?"

"Well....you could probably ask him that yourself." she said as she glanced behind you at Gerry walking over to the vending machine.

You're ex-fiance was the last person you wanted to see at that time, or ever really, but you felt bad. His father meant a lot to him and actually to you as well considering he was Bo's father too and almost your father-in-law once upon a time. Not to mention he was special to your mother. You wondered if she knew, that maybe Gerry called her. She always liked the Scottish detective regardless of all that happened, most likely because he was Victor's son and it was one of the reasons she still had issues with Megan for destroying your relationship, although to you, he did that all on his own.

As you approached Gerry, he was cussing out the machine and shaking it.

"Hey....Ger..." you quietly said, trying not to startle him, but it didn't work.

"Jesus shit!" he panted as he spun around, then smiled in embarrassment when he saw it was you.

"Umm..hi...Josie."

"Didn't I teach you not to sneak up a man with a gun?" he joked. although his icy blues, also matching his shirt, held fear and sadness.

"I uh...I heard about Victor. I'm so sorry Ger...how's he doing?"

"Not good. Stable but still critical I guess. He's up in ICU. I came down here to find a machine that actually worked but as you can see...it's a piece of shit."

He turned and gave it another ferocious shake and then groaned as he vigorously rubbed his face.

"Here...let me try. Which one were you getting? The Payday candy bar like usual?"

He stared at you for a moment, seemingly shocked that you still remembered that, or anything about him at all.

"Jesus Ger, what happened to your eye?" you asked about the small bruise below it as you pushed the number selection. Down the candy bar dropped.

"Oh you know, a day in a cop's life. How the hell did you do that?"

"It's called pushing the right number and not the one beside it that has an empty spot."

"Oh..." he flatly said, now even more humiliated. "Thanks."

"Gerry...are you ok?"

"Yep, never better. How bout you? Why are you here?"

"Lee...he had a meeting. So, where's your brother? Are you here alone?"

"Brady will be in tonight. He was out of town. So yeah, it's just me for now. I called mum so she would know."

"How is Margaret? Gosh, it's still so weird that she has the same name as my mom."

"You always thought that was a sign." he chuckled. "Sorry..um, yeah, she's doing alright. Bullheaded as ever. I had to talk her out of flying here just to be with me. I don't really like her to fly all the way from Scotland by herself. She asked about you."

"Well...tell her I said hello. I umm, better not keep you from Victor and Lee will be back shortly so..."

"Yeah...yeah, of course. Go on. It was um, nice...to see you again. You look....happy."

"I...I am...happy. It was...nice to see you too. Gerry, if...if you need anything, it's ok to ask me. I'll do whatever I can for you and Vic, otherwise...maybe keep me updated? I'd appreciate that. I'm sure my mom will want to know."

"Yeah, I um, didn't know if I should call her or not. But thank you, I'll keep your offer in mind and I will let you know if anything changes. Oh and hey...thanks for the candy bar." He said as he gave it a small toss in his hand."

"Not a problem......bye...Gerry."

"Yeah....bye." he softly said and sighed as he watched you walk away.

Lee was with Amy when you returned and he had been watching you and Gerry.

"Hey....everything alright Jo?" he asked as he glanced at Gerry pouring a cup of coffee.

"I hope so. His dad is in the hospital."

"Yeah...Amy filled me in. Jo, sweetheart...it's ok if you want to go and see Victor. He's Bo's dad too and I know you're mom cared for him deeply. And Gerry looks like he could use some company."

"His brother Brady is coming in later tonight. Lee, I'm not leaving you right now, not after you've waited so long for this day and got the news you wanted and deserved. Gerry...he's not....my responsibility anymore."

"I know baby. It doesn't mean you don't still care and there's nothing wrong with that. I mean, I know what he's feeling, because of my mom and all and I too was alone. Gordon was nowhere to be seen and dad was sick. You don't have to go. I just wanted you to know...it's ok if you did. I would completely understand."

You walked up to Lee and kissed him deeply. "God I love you. You have so much compassion for others, even after the way Gerry treated you. You're a good man Lee and you were meant to help people."

"Yeah well...Gerry...he was just jealous. I understand that too."

"You, my guy, are so amazing but....I am...not..leaving you. Now, where's Landy??"

"Oh, he'll be here in a few. He had to check one last patient."

"Speaking of the good doctor, there he is!" you loudly laughed to see Orlando strutting down the hall, all doctored back up in blue scrubs like Dave's and hand's in his white coat pockets with a stethoscope loosely hanging around his neck. And of course, Lee had to be silly and put a musical vibe to his walk.

"Orlando Banando! Well you can tell by the way I walk my walk, I'm a woman's man, no time to talk....Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh staying alive staying alive! Staying aliiiiiiiiive!!" he sang in his best Bee Gee voice, which was pretty damn good, and did the pointed finger dance thing like John Travolta did.

Orlando lowered his head with a grin as he kept up his cool cat strut and you were just enamored at the sight of him.

"Oh my gosh, you cut your hair! It looks so good!" you raved and gave him a hug. "How's your first day back?"

"Well I certainly didn't miss having my handwriting picked the fuck apart but otherwise, it's good to be back. Thanks Jo...about the hair but...I hate it. I look twelve."

Lee busted up laughing and gave Orlando a fast head scrub, messing the short and straight do all up.

"I'd say more like Llyod on Dumb and Dumber."

"Ahhh hell naw!!" Orlando chortled and playfully attacked him, pulling his head down and giving him the good old high school noogie.

You couldn't have been happier in that moment to see the two being bff's again and to see them both so happy...at least you hoped Landy was, for you knew he was a master of disguise when it came to his depression. The happiness was short lived though as you were all interrupted by a very disturbed Mr. Carpenter.

"Well would you look at that? Celebrating and all going on with your lives as if it didn't stop for my daughter. Big win for you today eh Dr. Pace?? Not a care in the world now while my wife and I suffer because that bastard killed my little girl!"

You ran to Lee's side as Orlando stepped right up to block the grieving man's path to him.

"Mr. Carpenter, Mr. Carpenter! No one here is celebrating your loss. I know you are grieving and you're angry and you want someone to blame, but Dr. Pace was found innocent and I believe it in my heart that he is. He is a great doctor and he never would have out your daughter or any patient at risk."

"Of course you're going to defend him! He's your colleague and your best friend. Do you think I didn't do my homework on Dr. perfect here, which turns out he's NOT so perfect at all."

"Don't blame Dr. Pace sir. He had a room full of staff who attest that he was exemplary in every way throughout the procedure."

"Do you hear yourself??? As if they would rat him out. You all are thick like thieves here. My daughter asked repeatably to see you on the night she died and where were you? Off in the E.R. where you do not work, trying to help a fucking mobster who was a s good as dead already and then you went off to tend to his sweet little sister for a measly panic attack when my daughter was recovering from brain surgery that you poorly performed because you were probably high as a damn kite! You left her alone to protect a mobster and his family!!!"

"Exemplary??? I don't think so. I know ALL about you. Did you all seriously think I was just going lie down and ignore this little cult of cover ups here??? Knowledge is power and you may have gotten away with it, but I know what you did!"

"Jo...go wait in the waiting room..." Lee sternly whispered to you, not taking his eyes off of the disturbed man.

"No! I'm not leaving you here with him..."

"Hey...is everything alright here sir???" Gerry asked as he swiftly appeared and stood beside Orlando and face to face with Mr. Carpenter.

"Who the hell are you??"

"Well now, that depends on you." he snarked as he pulled out his badge. "Detective Butler. Salem PD. Now, do we have a problem here? You're in the middle of a hospital and you're making a scene. I couldn't help but overhear and I am very sorry for your loss, but this is not the way to handle things. I'm going to have to ask you to leave and if you insist on continuing, I will be forced to arrest you."

"You're fucking kidding me right? He killed my daughter and you threaten to arrest me?? "

He leaned on the nurse's station and seemingly became more angry and distressed.

"Henrietta is gone! Because of you!" he growled as he pointed directly at Lee.

"Alright...Mr. Carpenter is it? I'm not going to ask at this point. I'm telling you to leave." Gerry firmly ordered.

"Amy...clear the people out of the area." Britt said as she came running up with Dave.

Amy quickly did so, guiding the five viewers in the lobby out and then things went from bad to worse in a matter of seconds.

"And you! Dr. Westbourne. I now all about you too! You were there that night. You could have tended to your lover slash assassin and someone else could have taken care of his little sister here...but no...Dr. Pace couldn't resist trying to land another piece of ass and it looks like you succeeded. Can't say as I blame you too much though on that part alone...she is one fine piece of candy. What do ya say sunshine, you, me, let's get out of here and I'll show you a real coc...."

It happened before you even knew what was happening. Lee's fist connected with Mr. Carpenters face and then he plowed him onto the ground.

"Lee!!! Stop!!!" you screamed as the two scuffled to their feet, still locked together until Orlando and Gerry took over....Gerry grabbing Lee because he was bigger and left Mr. Carpenter to Orlando as Dave moved you and his sister to a safe spot.

Mr. Carpenter had a bloodied nose and a bruised eye, which one came from Lee's sucker punch, you did not know as you stood petrified inside Britt's arms with Dave guarding you both.

Lee panted heavily as he fumed with pursed lips and a red face, struggling to free himself from Gerry's death grip of his arms being locked behind his back.

"Arrest him!! I want him arrested now!!"

What happened this time, blew your fucking mind.

"Arrest him for what?" Gerry asked as he released Lee and gave him a look to shut up and be good.

"What the hell do you mean for what??? He attacked me! You all saw it!"

"I didn't see anything. Did you see anything, Dr. Bloom?" Gerry replied.

Orlando's eyes were wide and confused. "Umm...uh...no. Nope. Nothing." he answered when he finally caught on what Gerry was doing.

"How bout you, Dr. Westbourne, Dr. Conrad or you Josie?"

"N...no." Britt answered and gaped down at you as Dave gave an eye lowered no.

"Nope. Not a thing." you abruptly responded and intensely gazed at Lee.

"Well... they're the only ones here besides myself Mr. Carpenter and no one saw any attack. I think you should be on your way now."

"You're a disgrace to the police department. You're no different than a common criminal. I'll have that shiny badge you abuse. Between cops and criminals, I'm not going to stand for it. My daughter will have justice. I'm going to get it for her. I'm going to get it for her mother, I'm going to get it for me...if it's the last thing I do."

Mr. Carpenter glared at Lee then stormed out, followed by Dave to make sure he left as you immediately ran onto Lee's arms.

"I'm sorry Jo, I'm sorry...I..."

"I think you two should probably head out." Gerry interrupted. "I'll follow you to your car in case he's lurking around."

"Gerry....th..thank you. I..I don't know what to say." you softly told him.

"You don't need to say anything." he said, giving you a quick touch of his hand on your cheek. "Honestly, I would have done the same thing with him saying what he said. He went too far."

"Yeah but...he's gonna cause trouble for you now when you had nothing to do with any of this."

"Nahhh. I'm not worried about guys like him. I've encountered far worse. Lee, you alright man?"

"Not a scratch. So, what she said. Thank you. I kind of lost my mind for a minute."

"Between you and me, if you hadn't done it, I would have. I know what it's like to see red. No thanks needed. I was just stopping you from digging yourself in deeper because it's what he wanted. If he gives you any more trouble, get a hold of me. Come on. I'll walk you guys out."

"Lando...I'll call you later man." Lee told his bff and hugged him. "Thanks for helping."

"Britt...talk soon ok? Tell Dave to text me later. Bye Landy."

You gave both of them a hug as well and then resumed your place under Lee's wing and left with Gerry in tow.

Lee drive this time with you close against him as you saw Gerry standing at the hospital entrance watching you both like a hawk until you were out of sight.

"You ok?" Lee asked as he kissed the top of your head that was snuggled in his armpit.

"I will be once we are home."

"Home huh? I love that you call it that."

"You smiled and closed your eyes. "Because you are home to me."

@redeemer46

#lee pace #lee pace fanfiction #leeepfrog #code blue #jolee #doctors #love stories #dark fiction #dark stories #angst #lee pace smut #smut #britt westbourne #kelly thiebaud #elizabeth webber #david conrad #cyrus renault #jeff kober #gerard butler #gerry butler #orlando bloom

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I love how you write diapered babyspace Liu Kang with his CG’s, it’s so precious! I was wondering…babyspace Nightwolf in diapers with CG Fujin? They’re so cute! ❤️

I'm so glad you liked the others!! :D

(Some strong languageuse) Before we get to the hcs, I want to say that there is nothing wrong with using or needing diapers. Some people use diapers use them for weird kink related things, but with age regression they are used for comfort and unfortunate inconvenience. Do not come to my blog because you wish to relate this with any kind of kink. Kindly fuck off and leave my blog alone, thank you.

^ This isn’t to bash regressors btw!!! This is me saying to fuck off if your a dd/lg or any type of blog like that. <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Fujin w/ Babyspace Padded Nightwolf Hcs

☁️ Nightwolf slips into babyspace on two occasions:

🐺 The first is a very scary case of Reverant Nightmares where he wakes up feeling extra tiny and scared

☁️ ^ It was also the first time he ever had an accident too, poor boy was going through it :(

🐺 Don’t worry, Fujin was able to help calm him down, he could see that Nightwolf was tinier than usual, but in the moment that wasn’t what mattered

☁️ What mattered was making sure his baby felt peaceful and safe again, nothing else 😤

🐺 Nightwolf was also really embarrassed by having an accident, because he’s never had one before!! Why now? Why was this one different? Why did he feel even more fuzzy than normal? It wasn’t fair … :(

☁️ Bathtime helped him cheer up, little Nightwolf loves bathtime, and Fujin gave him extra bubbles and toys <3

🐺 Sometimes when Nightwolfs small or Fujin can tell that he’s been showing signs of regressing, Fujin will put down some of those potty training bed pad things so that their sheets don’t get ruined (he even got one with a wolf design on it! :D)

☁️ Nightwolf doesn’t like that one bit, either he was a big kid or he didn’t need some silly thing!! >:(

🐺 So to make fair, Fujin also had one, and it dimmed down Nightwolf’s complaining (he was still grumpy though)

☁️ He doesn’t want to admit that they’ve become useful though, especially in scary scenarios where Fujin doesn’t have to leave to change the sheets

🐺 And the second scenario (and much happier scenario) is where he just slips really really tiny after a long day

☁️ Baby Nightwolf is also an energetic baby, similar to his toddler headspace

🐺 Fujin looks away to cut a sandwich and- How’d he get to the porch? The door was closed?!

☁️ Luckily baby Nightwolf is also a bit clingy, so he’ll just have Fujin carry him outside instead!! :D

🐺 Nightwolf is a bit . . . iffy wearing padding, especially at first

☁️ He’s Nightwolf, protector of the Matoka, not some baby that needs padding or has accidents :(

🐺 But knowing that sometimes Fujin wore it too when he was extra tiny (I did a different Hc list on this) did really help

☁️ Normally he just needs it for naptime, but sometimes he’ll wear it when he’s in babyspace

🐺 His favorite design would be something forestry, maybe wolf prints or something (although he likes plain too)

☁️ He does end up being more okay using them as time goes on, but only Fujin can know >:(

🐺 Completely off-topic, but baby Nightwolf is a BITER

☁️ I know I said earlier that he wasn’t, but that was Toddlerspace Nightwolf, this is Babyspace Nightwolf . . . So it totally cancels out 😎

🐺 Doesn’t matter what it is, his ax, Fujin’s arm, or an actual teething ring, this man chews!

☁️ ^ Fujin does take away the ax, much to Nightwolf’s dismay :(

🐺 Sometimes it’s harsh biting, othertimes it’s just soft chewing, so Fujin’s got a 50/50 on this

☁️ Although he doesn’t really encourage biting people anyways (unless it’s Nightwolf’s replaces for kisses, because those are always soft) so that’s why Nightwolf has some chew rings

🐺 Does Nightwolf use them? . . . He does, but stuffies make good chew toys too!! :D

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Uuuh, after Hc list words. :3

#age regression #agere #sfw age regression #mortal kombat agere #sfw agere #mk agere #age regression headcanons #mk11 #mk11 headcanons #mortal kombat 11 #mortal kombat 11 headcanons #fujin mk #mk fujin #mk11 fujin #lord fujin #cg fujin #caregiver fujin #mk nightwolf #nightwolf mk #mk11 nightwolf #little nightwolf #regressor nightwolf #nightwolf #windwolf #fujin x nightwolf #nightwolf x fujin

[historia-vitae-magistras]

matthew has babies in a human au? oh pls expound on those disagreements between dad matt and uncle alfred 👀 did matthew adopt them? or had them in a one night stand and took full custody?

He accidentally knocked Katya up when she was 28 and he was 21. Alfred was about 26 and furious about it because of how young Matt was and not even finished with university. And French Canada with its spectacularly high birthrate historically and Katya's native Ukraine where marriage and children generally happen a bit earlier, Matt decides to finish his degree quickly, marry her and start up that family he always knew he was going to have anyway. Francis approves because honestly the man had a child to have grandchildren after Matt was a bit of a disappointment anyway. Arthur's not thrilled about it but Matt rushes through his graduation, gets a job with forestry and fire fighting and builds himself and Katya a life. She has an agriculture and business degree but they decide she'll focus on the kids while he takes up more work.

It's not very happy after a while. Matt's always missing things with the kid, Katya's frustrated with the fact she can't commit to as nearly as many opportunities as she makes for herself because she's the primary caregiver. And then one fire season, Matt gets well smoked and when he's bitten by a tick not long after after half assing a tick check because his kid is calling him to play, gets himself some lyme disease. Stubborn as he is to make this work, it isn't until he is literally at his parents with the wean (who is a very cherubic mama's boy named Florian) because a second trimester-pregnant Katya is in Calgary on a business trip and he's literally to sick and lyme-stiff too get out of bed without crying that he's like "fuck it, you win, we need to change and I need a doctor's appointment. Ow." So he's about 26 when he becomes mostly a stay at home father of eventually four. He goes back to school part time in cultural and environmental management and when the kids are older goes back to work part time but he's really happy as a stay at home dad and occasional woodworker because honestly Katya has such clever and absolutely ruthless business brain she does much better as the bread winner lmao.

#the ask box || probis pateo #my only human au || I feel bad about what I do to these poor fucks in nationverse #matthew || my country is winter #katya || бо лишало на серці сліди #katya and matt || the soil of our souls

[maturemenoftvandfilms]

The King and I

Chapter Four: Royal Gathering at Balmoral

Featuring King Charles III and Prince Andrew, Duke of York

King Charles III and Queen Camilla have come to Balmoral Castle for their first summer holiday in Scotland since the death of Queen Elizabeth II. The estate has long been established as the private summer home of the Royal Family that includes grouse moors, forestry and farmland and is home to a large population of red deer. The king and queen will not be alone in his retreat; Prince William, Kate Middleton, and their three children will visit, as will King Charles's siblings Prince Edward and Princess Anne and their respective spouses. I also managed to get Charles's brother Prince Andrew, Fergie and his daughters to stay at Balmoral with the King and Queen, creating an environment that could potentially foster familial healing.

That day began with Charles inspecting troops from Balaklava Company, 5th Battalion of the Royal Regiment of Scotland. He wore a kilt and a traditional Scottish outfit to inspect the Balaklava Company. My eyes were on the back of his strong hairy legs as I followed him throughout the entire visit. Locking on to one of His Majesty's best features always made me horny and I wanted to take him to the nearest room and start him up, but this time the waiter interrupted and asked what we would like.

Back at Balmoral Castle, I notice Andrew and his daughters had arrived as I watched with a little more than curiosity. Charles was speaking with one of the servants as I admired Andrew. Just then, the 63-year-old prince turned and saw me starring. He winked and smiled a warm friendly, knowing smile. I pretended not to notice. If I wasn't with His Majesty, I would have made a move on him. Once again he looked in my direction and winked. I was thinking what a cute little flirt he was.

Once in the sitting room and the servant excused himself, I again returned my gaze to Charles. Having him in our own private room started my dirty mind up again. I stood opposite His Majesty glancing at the gorgeous king seated across from me. While this was going on he was talking about his meeting and the time he spent with his son. I could barely keep my mind on our conversation, as I was busy trying to sneak a peak at his inviting crotch.

By now I was hard and becoming uncomfortable trying to hide it. Something had to happen, I was either going to leave and find Andrew or bust out of my pants and fuck Charless brains out. Choosing the latter, I stepped closer to him and reached down, unzipping the fly of my pants. Then without a word, I exposed my throbbing 7" cut prick.

Just then, Charles looked at me with a raised eyebrow and asked me sternly. “I sense that you want to added to my work load. Am I correct in my assumption?”

I could tell from the look on his face, he was obviously going to suck me. Then, just as my dick was an inch or so from his mouth, His Majesty slid his tongue up the underside of my shaft and wrapped it around the head, sucking vigorously. Fuck! For a 73-yr. British royal with few male experiences, he sure could suck! He swallowed more and more of my cock, deeper into his hungry mouth. I was finding it hard to hold back as his hand grabbed my nuts in his swollen hand, squeezing them tight while his head bobbed up and down my cock. I began fucking his face furiously, I was going wild…

Charles seemed encouraged by me fucking his mouth, not the he needed encouraging, but he enjoyed it as his own dick sprang to attention underneath his kilt. Lifting it up, his throbbing cock was bouncing up and down and needed to be held. Suddenly he was sucking me and jacking himself off wildly.

"That's it Your Majesty. Suck me. Suck my cock." I said as I pumped my cock down Charles' throat.

The end came far too soon as Charles' skills coaxed my orgasm despite ny best efforts to delay it. I squirmed to let him know I was about to cum and he just shoved his head down farther on me as I began to erupt in his throat. He sucked every drop out of me and when we finished he leaned back, closing his eyes to finish himself off.

"Let me Your Majesty…" I said as I stop him from jerking off.

I knelt in front of him and began to put my mouth over his engorged tool as he moaned his approval. I know he didn't get many blowjobs, if any, from Camilla and my love of his perfect body was about to make him burst. I wanted him to cum with a roar. I pushed his legs farther apart and ran my hand through the hair on his creamy white thighs as sucked his royal cock. I cupped my tongue around the shaft of his cock in my mouth and began to move my head up and down the whole length of his throbbing missile. I could feel the head against the roof of my mouth as I continued to lick and suck and caress the pulsing shaft.

The wonderful aroma of his crotch and the beautiful silver pubic hair was really turning me on.

He was about to cum and he pulled my head off of him. Looking into my eyes, he wanted to see see if this is what I really wanted. No words were spoken as I went back down on him. He through his head back and enjoyed the sensation of me sucking him into oblivion. Arching his back, Charles almost roared and groaned as he fired off his beautiful canon. His cum shot deep down my throat as I tried to drain every drop from him. I savored the taste of him as I pulled off and looked up at him.

"Wonderful. Just wondeful…" was all he could say.

Minutes later, after satisfying Charles, I left his seating room to make my exit. Suddenly, someone grabbed me from behind and pulled into a nearby room. Realizing it was Andrew as he planted a kiss before spinning me around against the nearby wall.

"I've missed fucking your ass." He whispered as I suddenly felt his hand around my waist and his fingers fumbled with my belt. He unbuckled it and unzipped my slacks.

Then next thing I knew, he was pulling my jeans and shorts down until my ass was completely exposed. I wanted Andrew to fuck me. I wanted to feel his pussy-poking dick inside of me as I heard him spit in his hand to wet his cock. A moment later I moaned as I felt his slippery dick head pressing against my asshole. Then he grabbed my hips and shoved his dick inside me. I stiffened up from the searing pain of his brutal entry before he pulled his dick half way out of me and slammed it back inside my asshole.

I gasped for air, knowing I couldn't make any noise as the prince started fucking me hard and fast, pinning me to the wall with each thrust. Andrew pumped his royal rod into me over and over again as I moaned and grunted like a whore getting fucked. Damn this was good!

“You like it? You like my cock up your ass?” Andrew asked as he pumped his dick in and out of me harder and faster.

"Yes, fuck me. Make me yours Your Highness." I answered as I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck.

I desperately wanted to turn my head and kiss him, reaching back and grabbing his head, pulling it towards my lips. I wondered if he could smell his brother's cum on my breath. I slid my tongue inside his mouth and our two tongues intertwined, I was lost in the passion of the kiss, wondering if he could taste his brother's cum. Wheither he did or not, Andrew started fucking me brutally, raping my hole as he clung to me. And like Charles earlier, Andrew shot off quickly. Too quickly for me as I was just getting excited and starting to enjoy it. “Get ready for it!”

Andrew’s warning was followed by him grabbing me by the shoulders and slammed his dick as deep inside of me as it would go followed by a load of cum. My ass made a sucking sound as his royal cum filled it to the rim. When his dick finally slipped out, the prince turned me around and kissed me passionately. Andrew quickly zipped up, then silently exited the room.

I could hardly walk, my asshole was throbbing painfully as I did a quick check up and down the corridor before heading out. Just as I was about to leave, Prince Edward and wife arrived. As they were entering, Edward saw me and me and paused. I wondered if he was reading my thoughts as he smiled, catching me again with those beautiful blue eyes. I wanted to grab him and stick my tongue down his throat.

"Steady, boy," I thought to myself as I left, "Two brothers in one day is enough."

#the king and i #fan fiction #king charles iii #prince andrew #Royal Gathering at Balmoral