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ssaflorencem · 6 months

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The thrill of killing you| BAU x unsub reader

Warnings: This chapter briefly mentions Spencers drug addiction. Towards the end there is the illusion to smut (that will be the next chapter). This chapter makes it seem the BAU team are just as bad as the reader.

Summary: The reader talks about what they know how the team, and follows them to a bar.

Chapter four: The narcissist

I know I said I wasn’t going to leave anything at the crime scenes, but the FBI are letting me get away with what I am doing far too easily, and I can’t let an innocent person get put away for the crimes I have committed. Also, I’ve heard stories of SSA Aaron Hotchner and Dr Spencer Reid. They aren’t innocent men, are they? I heard what Mr Hotchner did to that man who killed his wife, and well Spencer, he’s spent time in prison, and he’s made friends with someone like me.

I knew it wouldn’t be too long till they were on my case, I mean some of my friends had been trying to kill someone on their team. Miss Garcia, the smart, computer nerd. She’s the one who solves the majority of the cases, but everyone else takes credit. I kind of feel bad for her, I mean she was once on the right side of justice, but then she joined the FBI. Miss Prentiss, she once worked with, well actually dated, someone who was once in the IRA, so she doesn’t have the best track record either really. Mrs Jareau, someone who was once a media liaison and then got taken away from the FBI to a war zone. Mr Rossi, the man with so many ex-wives and a racist past, who fought in a war and helped create the BAU, not much to be said about him. And finally, Mr Alvez. He’s my favourite, war veteran, with a love for his dogs. He seems like the nicest out of all of them, I wish he wasn’t in love with Garcia.

All of them think they are better than me, what because they work for the law. But how many people have they killed because they have been certain they have committed terrible crimes. They all have troubled pasts, and that’s what led them to join the BAU. But so did I, and so did basically everyone I knew, but none of them joined a government agency and none of us had ever killed someone who was innocent.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized that they were all just hypocrites. They were supposed to be the ones upholding the law, but they were just as flawed and twisted as the criminals they were trying to take down.

Though I liked paying cat and mouse, I was going to take a break from killing for a while, just so they wouldn’t catch me before I wanted them too. I also wasn’t worried about them trying to connect me about my job, like they did with Cat Adams, because unlike her I thoroughly screen the people asking for my help.

For my time off, I went to Washington. I needed to keep a close eye on them, I mean I knew them, but they had no idea who I was. I saw they would visit this bar regularly; it was cute to watch them all sit around a table and drink, share jokes, and laughs like they weren’t all killers.

As I observed them, I noticed something interesting. Dr Reid was always the quiet one, the observer, the thinker. He would take in everything that was happening around him, like he was seeing through people's masks and into their true selves.

Then, I saw SSA Hotchner enter the bar, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on the table where his team sat. He walked over to them, his demeanour serious, and they all seemed to straighten up in their seats. It was like they knew he was the boss, the one who held all the power.

But as I watched them, I realized something else. They were a family, dysfunctional and flawed, but a family, nonetheless. They had each other's backs, no matter what. It was nice, sometimes I wished I had a team like that, but I knew I worked better on my own.

I continued to watch them, intrigued. They were all so different, yet they worked together seamlessly. They were all intelligent and skilled in their own ways, but Dr Reid stood out to me. There was something about him that drew me to him, something vulnerable, something broken. I wondered what it was that had led him down the path he had taken.

I knew his basic history, his troubled mother, his absent father, the bullying he had faced and how he had then lost his only other father figure, Jason Gideon. But I wanted to know about him.

I decided to approach Dr Reid. I knew he was smart, but I didn’t expect him to see through my disguise so quickly. He looked at me with his beautiful brown hazel eyes, I knew he was sizing me up.

“What can I do for you?” he asked, his voice calm and measured.

“Are you Dr Reid, I know this may seem creepy, but I saw you standing here I couldn’t believe it, so I’m just making sure it’s you.” I said with a soft smile.

“I am indeed. What’s your name?” He asked in a neutral tone.

I hesitated for a moment. I knew I had to be careful. “My name is Emily.”

“Well, Emily, what exactly can I do for you?” He asked with a smile, well more like a smirk.

“I wanted to talk to you about your work with the BAU. I’ve read some of your papers, and I think you are pretty amazing” I said, hoping to gain his trust.

Dr Reid raised an eyebrow in suspicion, but he didn't seem to be hostile towards me. "Thank you. But what do you want to know exactly?" he asked, his gaze never leaving mine.

"I'm just curious about the work you do, the cases you solve. I find it fascinating, and I thought it would be great to pick your brain a little," I said, trying to sound as friendly as possible.

Dr Reid gave me a small smile, and I could see the gears turning in his head. "I see. Well, I can't talk about ongoing cases, but I'm happy to chat about the work we do in general," he said, his tone polite.

I nodded eagerly, feeling a rush of excitement. Dr Reid was actually talking to me, and I could feel a strange connection forming between us. "That's great. So, what's the most challenging case you've worked on so far?"

Dr Reid's face grew serious as he thought back on his experiences. "There have been many challenging cases, but the ones that stick with me the most are the ones involving children. It's heart-breaking to see the amount of suffering they go through and the pain it causes their families," he said, his eyes filled with sadness.

I nodded, feeling a pang of sympathy for him. "That must be tough," I said, my voice soft.

He looked at me, his expression curious. "Why are you interested in this? Are you a student of some kind?"

I shook my head, trying to keep my composure. "No, I just find it fascinating. The human mind and what drives people to do the things they do," I said, hoping he wouldn't see through my lies.

Dr Reid continued to study me, his gaze piercing as he tried to determine my true intentions. I could feel my heart racing in my chest, wondering if he could sense my true nature.

Finally, he seemed to relax slightly, nodding in understanding. "I can certainly understand the fascination. It's a complex and often troubling field, but one that can also be incredibly rewarding," he said, his tone thoughtful.

I smiled, relieved that he didn't seem to suspect anything. "Exactly. I've always been drawn to the darker side of things, I suppose," I said, trying to sound casual.

Dr Reid's expression grew more serious, and he leaned in slightly. "Be careful with that kind of fascination. It's easy to get lost in the darkness, and it can be hard to find your way back," he said, his voice low.

I couldn't help but be intrigued by Dr Reid's warning. It was like he knew something about me that even I didn't know.

"I'll keep that in mind," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Dr Reid nodded and leaned back, seeming to relax once again. We continued to chat for a while, discussing various cases and theories about criminal behaviour. I found myself drawn to his intelligence and passion for his work. It was like he could see right through me, like he knew my every thought and desire.

As we talked, I couldn't help but feel a growing attraction towards him. There was something about his vulnerability and his intelligence that made me want to know him more intimately. I knew I should be careful, but the pull was too strong. I had to have him.

I could see the desire in his eyes as he spoke, the way he looked at me with a mix of curiosity and intensity. It was like he was trying to figure me out, to understand me on a deeper level.

I knew I had to make my move. "Hey, do you want to get out of here?" I asked, my voice low and seductive.

Dr Reid looked at me, his expression unreadable. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice cautious.

"I mean, do you want to come back to my hotel room with me?" I said, my hand reaching out to touch his arm.

Dr Reid pulled back slightly; his eyebrows furrowed in concern. "I'm not sure that's a good idea. I hardly know you," he said, his voice hesitant.

I leaned in closer, my lips almost touching his ear. "You know me enough. Trust me, it'll be worth it," I whispered, my hand sliding down his arm.

Dr Reid hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering between my face and my hand on his arm. I could see the conflict in his eyes, the desire warring with caution.

Finally, he made his decision. "Alright," he said, his voice low.

I grinned triumphantly, leading him out of the bar and towards my hotel room. As we walked, I could feel his eyes on me, studying me intently. It was like he was trying to figure me out, to understand the darkness that lay within me.

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dotster001 · 1 year

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Headcanons for Aquia, Lance, Dia, Sherry and Rio when they find a doodle of them with little hearts around it in the reader's notebook?

A/N: Oh my gosh, this is so cute, I can't even. I hope you like this, cause I had fun writing it

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They had to miss class yesterday. But they knew you would be a dutiful student and take notes. And you were always so kind, so you didn't think twice when you handed them your notebook. As they started flipping through to find yesterday's notes, their eyes were drawn to their name, surrounded by hearts, in the margins of your pages. Oh boy!

That can't be his name, right? Maybe you had intended to write Guy Avari, but then had gotten distracted by him talking to you? (Sure sweetie, whatever makes sense to you.)

He has your name with hearts around it in his diary, but he can't seem to wrap his head around the fact that it's his name in your notes.

Probably won't ask you about it. He'll just pretend he didn't see it. And he'll gaslight himself about it too. He didn't actually see his name with hearts around it, he just wanted to see it. So his brain made it up. Yeah, that's it!

It's gonna be you, who randomly remembers one day that you let him borrow your notebook that you may or may not have written his name in and doodled some fun hearts around. It's gonna be you that shakily approaches him with the ever awkward "Hey…"

He's flustered but so excited when he finds out you did indeed mean to put his name. He's happily reaching for your hands, running his thumb along your knuckles, as he tells you he does the same thing. Quickly starts blushing when he realizes he was rambling. Overall, a good start to what's sure to be a very sweet relationship.

God, this absolute nightmare. I'm sorry you have to go through this boo, because he will torture you until you die.

He had actually been going to classes recently, for no particular reason of course. So he was really irritated when he overslept due to his nightly activities with his drinking buddies. But his irritation quickly faded when he got his hands on your notes and saw Lance Ira with hearts circling it in several spots.

"I saw something terribly interesting in your notes."

You don't know if you've ever heard so many words leave his mouth at once. But it makes it easier for you to immediately know what he is referring to. And it's that moment you know how fucked you are.

No excuse you can come up with will save you. He has a response to all of it. And it only takes two classes before you just want to punch that smug smile off his perfect face.

"Dragon's teeth, your lucky you look so cute when you're teased."

And now you're flustered for a new reason. And you're ready to tell him to fuck off when he runs a thumb along your bottom lip, before laughing and leaving you high and dry.

Absolute nightmare part two. It takes even less time to remember Dia Akedia written in flowery writing with little hearts in your notebook than it would with Lance. Because Dia is immediately smirking and making his way into your personal space.

"Don't tell me you're trying to escape now?" He'll hum at you with that perfect, infuriating smile ever present on his face.

Honestly, for the better well being of your heart, you should pull his card and hide in your room all day. Because he's going to be sitting slightly closer, whispering in your ear, and calling you all manner of nicknames, All. Day. Long.

What will break you will be when the day is over, and he gives you the saddest look, as you announce you're going to bed for the night, and says something about you being so cruel with his heart. He thought you loved him?

Just kill him. He's going to come to class every day from now on just to tease you until you admit you adore him. Just kill him. It's your only way out.

She's torn between wanting to tease you, and wanting to admit her feelings for you. So she does both.

"Y/N, have you chosen a paramour? Because I have a certain someone I'd like to recommend."

She's so cute, and that giggle she gives is so pretty, that you're distracted and don't realize what it is she's referring to. So you probably just say something like "uh huh" which makes her giggle again.

She realizes that she's going to need some advice on how to proceed, so she goes to Violet to come up with a game plan. Violet's plan is super simple. But they both know it'll work.

Essentially, Sherry returns the notes, pretending she didn't see her name with hearts written around it, and invites you to tea after class. When you arrive, she gives you a flower, and asks you to be her paramour. Maybe she'll tell you what she saw in your notebook after you've been together for a little while. But rest assured, it will come back up when you least expect it.

*Sighs heavily* this himbo.

He totally thinks it's in a friend way. Which is good if you're not ready to ask him out, but bad if a part of you wanted him to see his name with hearts written around it and FINALLY NOTICE YOUR FEELINGS FOR HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Aw, you're such a good mate, Y/N."

God bless Thoma for trying to get him to see how you feel about him/he really feels about you. But it's to no avail. And now a part of you is wishing you had written someone else's name in hopes that he would get jealous and maybe you two would finally move forward.

I'm sorry to tell you, but this is not going to be resolved. You're going to have to try something else my dear. Oh, and you're going to have to explain to Lynt why Rio has written his name with hearts on a paper that he had assigned.

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stylesloveclub · 9 months

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hiya ira bestie! i've missed u so much and i'm sorry i've been ma but i've been writing!!! i'm like actually so excited to share it bc it's nearly finished but i don't wanna get ahead of myself... we need to talk 😤. sunshine and grumpy r DELICIOUS and i've conjured up a couple thots abt them bc they're js so.

i like that grumpy has taken the roll of teacher vv seriously. he's started helping her with her other course work too, not just math, and he's sooooo sweet and helpful :(((( he gives sunshine kisses every time she gets a question right, and he never yells at her or gets upset with her when she doesn't understand :(( but... as sweet and helpful as grumpy is... he's also terribly touchy... he can't help it! not when sunshine's so pretty and soft and cute, asking for his help like she'll be lost without it, like she just needs him to take care of it for her :(( and grumpy lovesssss to take care of things for his precious lil sunspot, he js loves to take care of HER :(((( so one thing leads to another, and the hand that's supposed to be giving her thigh reassuring squeezes starts pawing at her instead. and what d'ya know? sunshine's on top of grumpy, with BOTH of his hands on her thighs, tugging her into him, desperately trying to press them as close as possible. he keeps nudging her with his perfect nose but he won't kiss, of course not. why would grumpy kiss her when every time their lips brush and he pulls back before she can slot her lips to his, he gets to see the way her brows pinch in just a bit more, her bottom lips jutting out more and more, her cute little sounds growing louder :((( and he wants to feel bad when she fists at his shirt and pulls him closer, wants to feel bad when her thighs start to squeeze around his, but he's js having too much fun!!! he only relents when her eyes start to gloss over, her expression pathetically pained, like she'll shatter if she doesn't get his kisses :((( he literally DEVOURS her from the moment their lips touch. he groans into her mouth, laves his tongue over her own, desperate to have her taste bleed into him. it's messy and noisy and filthy and everything they both love :((((( they don't stop until sunshine's too breathless to keep up, but even then, she keeps trying to nip at his lips in attempt to pull him back in, and honestly, who's grumpy to deny such a precious thing :((((

-t*mmy r*ding anon 😵‍💫

LIKE . please just write my fics for me atp . NO WAY SHE'S HIS PRECIOUS LITTLE SUNSPOT. :( I LOVE UR BRAIN . THIS IS SO YUMMY. IM SO EXCITED FOR WHAT UR WRITING LIKE i will probs be ur #1 fan . there is just a certain vibe that u have i feel like there are few writers who have the VIBE u know . like the moonchildstyles jawllines vibe . U KNOW.

#sunshine concepts #me and lindsee always talk about The Vibe

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nicholasluvbot · 4 months

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RIIZE birthdays & fun facts:

Osaki Shotaro

-born Nov 25, 2000

-From Kanagawa, Japan

-Has a younger brother and sister

-formally of NCT

-representive emoji: 🧋(Taro milk tea) (sobs we will miss the otter)

Song Eun Seok

-born March 19, 2001

-Has a younger brother born in 2015

-Is the voice actor for the new Trolls Movie in Korea.

-representive emoji: 🪨

JUNG SUNG CHAN

-born Sept 13, 2001 (my Virgo baby 🥺)

-Has an older brother (b. 1999)

-is the tallest (confirmed by Anton)

-representative emoji: 🐸 (I still miss the deer TT)

Park Won Bin

-born March 2, 2002

-born in Seoul but raised in Ulsan

-Has an older brother

-choreographed a dance with Taro

-Him and Taro helped choreograph their recent comeback Love 119

-Representative Emoji: 🎸(cuz he can play guitar)

LEE SO HEE

-Born Nov 21, 2003

-has an older sister(?)

-not much is known about him.

-Representative emoji: 💂‍♀️(bc his hair looks like that in the morning 😭)

HONG SEUNG HAN

-born Oct 2, 2003

-Has an older brother

-is on hiatus (bring him back SM >:<)

-representative emoji: 🫧 (bc he’s pretty)

ANTON LEE / LEE CHAN YOUNG

-born March 21, 2004

-eldest son of producer Lee Yoon Sang and actress Shim Hye Jin

-has a younger brother named Junyoung (b. 2009)

-born in Boston, Massachusetts but raised in New Jersey.

-Was a swimmer and a cellist (watch his cello performance on MAMA I cried)

-representative emoji: 🦕”because of the Brachiosaurus being the inspiration of his nickname “Brachio”.

I hope this helps a bit ira. I’ll also help you get into ZB1 but there’s nine members so I’ll have to DM you for that but if you have any questions feel free to DM me!

omg tysm for this 😭🫂💓

shotaro is so cute i didnt know he was from nct tho that explains why i thought he looked familiar 😵‍💫 and why is eunseok kinda- hes so fine

and sungchan being the tallest??? i was watching the love 119 choreography rn and i was looking at him the entire timee!! ive always had something for the tallest members

just when i thought wonbin couldnt get more attractive i learnt that he plays a guitar... that man is so,,, idk i dont even have the words to describe him

and sohee is my child <33 istg hes so adorable especially in the memories performance video (?)

and sunghan my man im gonna burn down the sm building if he doesnt come back soon

anton is so adorable <33 wanna keep him in my pocket hes so precious

and thank you so much for this <3 i reallly appreciate all the efforts youve taken to type this and this really helped ♡

#i think eunseok #i was watching all the reels riize posted and eunseok is so-#— ira rambles ⋆#— ira is a simp !#— moots ⋆

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gaycey-sketchit · 10 months

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@lmaoirrelevant tagged me to share 9 lines from a WIP--thanks Ira!--so here's a little something from one of my Sicktember prompt fills. I don't think I've shared anything from this one yet, here's the boys being cute.

Tagging @musashi @garyandash-trash @chikoritadave @torchickentacos and if anyone else wants to do this consider yourself tagged!

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Her ears pricked and she whinnied a friendly greeting just as cold hands pressed against the back of Tracey’s neck. He yelped and dropped the hoof pick in surprise, whirling around to see a familiar face grinning mischievously at him. “You’re the worst, Gary!”

“But you love me anyway,” Gary said, which was true.

“Yeah,” Tracey conceded, pulling Gary into a hug. Then, knowing Gary couldn’t see the sly grin spreading across his face, he ran his hands down to Gary’s sides and started tickling in retaliation.

Gary made a sound between a yelp and a laugh before swiftly giving into the fit of laughter, making a halfhearted attempt at pushing Tracey away. “Okay, I get it! Stop!”

Tracey relented, giving Gary a kiss on the nose and then letting go. “I missed you. How was the research trip?”

“It was great,” Gary said. “But are you okay? I know the cold’s tough on you.”

Tracey nodded, kneeling to pick up the hoof pick he’d dropped and standing back up. “I’m okay. Just cold and tired.”

Gary’s gaze lingered on him for a moment, eyebrows drawn together with concern. “You work hard, don’t push yourself too much.”

“Of course,” Tracey said. Teasingly, he added, “You sound like your grandpa.”

“Well, he’s right,” Gary replied. “Take breaks when you need ‘em, things will go faster now that I’m here.”

#oakshipping #gary oak #tracey sketchit

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bitchkay · 1 year

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Playing Hooky♡

~Lance Ira

CW: [n]sfw 18+, fucking in a closet, fucking standing up, yall skipped class to fuck in a closet standing up, gender neutral, no pronouns, got on a skirt tho, afab vagina, you get a big ass hickey on your neck, lots of kissing, Lance dick game go so stupid😩😩, Lance is in fact inside you for 100% of this without exaggerating, Toa is disappointed in yall

Word count: 1334

Rating: Explicit (18+ mdni)

Note: @voltagefandomproject lol I made this on the whim cus I was like 'yk what I wanna be fucked in a closet' and went to town

— voltage fandom ccc masterlist

"L-lancee, we have to get to class..!" You said though, did not protest as your arms wrapped around his shoulder.

"Surely it's nothing important," he said, gripping your hips as his thrusts increased pace.

It was hard to get Lance to go to lectures usually, you didn't force him knowing he'd rather do anything else but the times he did go, you knew it was because he just wanted to spend more time with you, not that he'll admit that. When Lance did go to class though he was always diligent in his studies, which you were grateful for when you needed to ask for help.

Today wasn't any different from any normal day you'd dragged Lance to his lectures, tugging him through the halls, a spring in your step at the idea of spending the majority of your day with him. Though Lance did agree to come with you —begrudgingly if anything— he was in no mood to actually attend lectures; as is always.

He thought you looked so cute practically skipping with him at your back he couldn't help but be reminded of the lewd grins you tossed his way the night before. Try as he might to throw his perverted thoughts out of his head, you wore his jacket at present, swamping you in the fabric. He thought himself a weak, weak man for seeing you as irresistible like this. He scolded himself as his self control wore thin, spying a closet on the far end of the hallway.

Missing one class wouldn't hurt you, and he's missed plenty of classes already, another one wouldn't make a dent.

"Mmm… you feel so good~" your nails dug into his shoulders as you threw your head back against the wall.

"I thought you were worried about classes?" Lance teased.

Lance had you pinned to the wall of the closet, skirt hiked up and underwear discarded. One of your legs was hooked around his waist as his hard cock buried inside you, fucking you standing up.

If you told anyone you were able to resist him, you'd be lying through your teeth.

"Mmph!" You bit your bottom lip, minding your volume as you were still in a very public place.

"You didn't really want to attend lectures now did you?" Lance egged on keeping a consistent pace, trying not to make too much noise.

"Oh shush… I don't care what we do- mmh~ I just want to be with you," you said glaring in his direction, finding his jewel-like brown eyes in the dimly lit closet. "If I can get you to come to class with me then it's still a win… I don't want to advance to the next rank while you're still at the bottom."

Nothing you said was particularly lewd or arousing yet Lance felt his cock twitch nonetheless. The feeling of your warm wet walls around him combined with your sweet words was just too much. Oh he was going to ruin you.

Lance locked lips with you with such force your head knocked against the wall as he slammed into you, his balls slapping your ass. He was stirring up your insides, ramming you with his cock as he groaned against your mouth.

"Mmm!...ha… lance…" you moaned against his lips tightening around him.

He was rearranging your whole reproductive system the way he plowed into you, kissing you so hard you're sure your lips would bruise. You felt like you were floating on air, surrounded by the scent Lance's heavy jacket around your shoulders gave off combined with the man himself thrusting so deeply inside you. You nearly forgot where you were.

"I adore you…" Lance mumbled against your lips holding you firmly so as to not slam you against the wall.

You'd forgotten all about class at this point, immersed in your scandalous escapade in a deserted closet at the end of the hallway.

Your one leg on the floor did nothing to actually hold you up, your body completely supported in Lance's arms. In one faint toss Lance hooked your leg that wrapped his waist over his arm hitting you deeper in a slightly new position, stretching your legs further apart.

"Hup--" you hiccupped biting down on your tongue to silence your moans feeling your end near.

Lance kissed you, sucking your tongue of the blood that drew from biting it as your cunt tightened around him. He licked your lip of the drool that fell looking at your blissed out expression under the dim lights. Fluttering eyelids under furrowed brows, your pupils dilated as you looked back at him.

"C-close- s'close," your words slurred together, your bottom lip quivering, your body feeling sensitive all over.

You looked mesmerizing in his eyes, the epitome of pleasure, bouncing on his cock coming undone in his jacket surrounded by all that is him. Lance got a sick thrill off of this. The primal urge to mark his territory right here in this closet, while lectures are going on as you fuck. He leaned in pressing open mouthed kisses to your neck, grazing his teeth over your pressure points relishing in the sounds that spilled from your lips.

"I'm gonna- I'm cu- MMN!!" You came hard and messy as Lance bit down on your neck leaving a dark mark on the side of your neck.

You soaked his cock in your cream, a ring of white around the base as he rode out your orgasm, softly and soothingly pressing light kisses on and around the place he'd marked you.

"I can't believe we just did that…" you said, catching your breath.

Lance nodded looking over your disheveled form. Both of you had the look of a couple that just had a quickie in a closet. Hair mussed up, clothes disheveled. How long have you been in here anyway? Still connected at the loins you held each other close coming down from your rush of adrenaline.

Kissing each other slowly, your muscles relaxed leaning into your partner.

In truth, not a lot of time has passed but to you it felt like an eternity. Despite fucking in a dim lit old closet, you still felt cherished and cared for as Lance adjusted his grip on your leg, carefully loosening his hold on you.

In your share of post orgasm intimacy the whole world was blocked from your minds. The hallway was no longer crowded, everyone in lectures, leaving a feel of faux privacy, though in this quiet time you both failed to hear the click of footsteps coming in your direction.

It's true you didn't hear it, that is until the click of the door opening.

"Toa?!"

At your shriek Lance tightened his hold on you gathering you in his arms like a boy protective of his favorite teddy bear, shooting cold glare at the Qelsan prince. You couldn't help but flush very much aware of how Lance was still inside you.

"......" Toa paused before speaking, his face twisted with disappointment. "... of all people that could have been here.. it was you."

Your skirt gathered around your waist and waterfalled down your ass and the side of which leg was around Lance's body —thankfully the one closest to the door— plus Lance's jacket on your shoulders, hid your bits and kept you both moderately discreet, but with Lance's pants around his thighs and both of you being especially intimately 'connected' it was very clear what went on in here.

"Why do you loiter?! Scram!"

Toa opened his mouth to say something but quickly decided he didn't wanna know. He turned to leave, only saying this to part.

"Next time show some restraint Ira. This is an educational institution not your playroom." If he didn't close the door behind him he would've been subject to Lance's incessant barking. Lance shouted after him muffled by the door enough for him to ignore.

Somehow Toa was disappointed but not surprised.

Well at least now you have a reason to skip your next lesson.

©bitchkay.tumblr.com

I just had to add the part of you getting caught, yall aren't allowed to have peace

#voltage fandom ccc #lance ira #court of darkness #fanfiction #otome fanfic #tw smut #voltage inc #cod fanfic #smut #18+ minors dni #court of darkness fanfiction #kay's writing

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thesims4-adventure · 2 years

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Not So Berry Legacy Challenge Generation One: Mint

Domingo a tarde fomos levar Bartolomeu de volta para a mãe dele e aproveitamos para fazer uma visita aos meus pais.

**Sunday afternoon we took Bartolomeu back to his mother and took the opportunity to visit my parents.**

Meu pai não dava moleza para Baltazar, que ainda não tinha um emprego.

**My father didn't give Baltazar easy, who still didn't have a job.**

E o bebê parecia que estava tentando sair pela minha boca.

**And the baby looked like it was trying to come out of my mouth.**

Eles estavam se desafiando? O que eles iam fazer? Meu pai era capitão da polícia, não quero nem imaginar o que poderia fazer com Baltazar.

**Were they challenging each other? What were they going to do? My father was a police captain, I don't even want to imagine what he could do with Baltazar.**

A única coisa que me assustava mais era a cara de Charlote quando pediram para ela levar a louça suja.

**The only thing that scared me the most was the look on Charlotte's face when they asked her to take the dirty dishes.**

Jogar? O desafio era jogar?

**Play? Was the challenge playing video games?**

O que poderia acontecer não é? Charlote morder alguém porque perdeu?

**What could happen isn't it? Charlotte bite someone because she lost?**

Aproveitei para conversar com minha mãe, ela me contou algumas novidades. Sobre meus irmãos gêmeos que foram para a universidade, sobre os filhotes de Carl, sobre a aposentadoria do meu pai.

**I took the opportunity to talk to my mother, she told me some news. About my twin brothers going to college, about Carl's puppies, about my father's retirement.**

Que saudade que eu estava dessa velha mandona.

**How I missed that bossy old woman.**

Ela desligou a TV e precisou enfrentar a ira de Charlote que é claro, era muito mais comportada com a vó do que comigo.

**She turned off the TV and had to face the wrath of Charlotte who, of course, was much better behaved with her grandmother than with me.**

Meu pai e Baltazar conversavam um pouco lá fora e nós aqui dentro.

**My father and Baltazar talked a little outside and we were inside.**

Depois fui conversar um pouco com Carl, ele foi meu melhor companheiro nesta casa. Meus pais o adotaram quando eu era criança e agora ver ele velhinho assim me dava um certo aperto no coração...

**Then I went to talk a little with Carl, he was my best companion in this house. My parents adopted him when I was a child and now seeing him so old made my heart a little tight...**

...enquanto o bebê me chutava loucamente.

**...while the baby kicked.**

Era hora de se despedir.

**It was time to say goodbye.**

Charlote ficou feliz em vir, era muito ligada a avó.

**Charlotte was happy to come, she was very close to her grandmother.**

O filhotinho de Carl era uma fofura, quase o escondi e levei embora.

**Carl's puppy was so cute, I almost hid him and took him away.**

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jashne-bahaaraa · 2 years

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#i've come to scream about the ending of u/tsukushii kare #IT WAS SO CUTE I WANNA CRY #i really really liked it so much aaaaaaa #ngl i thought it'd have a super sad ending for some reason but i'm so happy it didn't end the way it did #can we talk about ep 6 tho???#like damN #and just ep 5 anf 6 in general #we got to see k/iyoi's pov and i was???#i saw someone say that he actually likes h/ira more than h/ira likes him and tbis was before ep 5 #and i was like no wayyy #but then ep 5 happened and BOOM #gosh the ending of the drama tho 😭😭😭#i really wish there would be a s2 #also i love how there's only 6 24-minute eps but nothing feels rushed or missing #really impressed with how they did that woooo #i'm kinda satisfied with the fact that it'll be the last drama i'll watch this year #man this year ending doesn't even feel real sighhh #ny.dramas

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hauntedwitch04 · 2 years

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Hey girl, how are youu??

Hope everything's all great with you😊

Can I request touching,number 16, but specifically giving them a wing massage, with adult nyx?

Stay great,kisses😘

Magic hands

Nyx x reader

Words: about 1.8k words

Warnings: none, just pure fluff

Author’s note: Hi! I'm quite good right now thank you, school isn't giving me much homework these weeks so I'm hoping to be able to post more, but I don't know how much I'll be able to from the next few. Moving on, I loved your idea (they are always great), and immediately came up with this oneshot. It's a continuation of the other two oneshots on Nyx, sorry not sorry, I really like the relationship between the two characters in those oneshots, and I immediately had a super cute idea between the two of them. I hope you're all doing well, and I hope you enjoy it!

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Today was a particularly tough day. Cassian decided to increase the training of us Valkiries, and I'm not kidding to say that Az, who trained with us today, was out of breath at one point from how heavy the training was. I couldn't feel every single muscle in my body anymore, the wings were heavy on my back, but the determination to go home to my mate kept me going. Nyx had a day off today, so he stayed home, and I think I've never had a tougher mission than leaving my bed this morning, when I was wrapped in his arms, watching the sunrise through our window curtains and the sunlight faintly kissing our faces. The view was not the one through the window though, but the one next to me: my mate, his bare chest rising faintly, his dark hair illuminated by the sun, his violet eyes that struck by the light looked like a lavender field in summer and his smile capable every time of making my heart stop beating. My desire to return to him, however, was not immediately fulfilled. After the hard morning of training, some of the priestesses of the library stopped me on my way out of the field where we train, and asked me for a hand. I couldn't say no to them, and so I found myself going up and down the library stairs a billion times, carrying books, delivering messages, and rearranging papers. After what seemed like ages I manage to escape from that hellish place, but my escape route is immediately blocked by Rhys in front.

"Hello my dear, I was just looking for you, couldn't you run an errand for me? I would be extremely grateful."

I stop and look at the clock hanging on the library wall and see that it is already six o'clock in the afternoon, and I hesitate to answer the man in front of me. I want nothing more than to go home to Nyx, but I don't want to disappoint Rhys, but just as I'm about to answer, he interrupts me.

"You know what my dear, it's okay. You look very tired and I understand that you want to go home to Nyx. You can run that errand for me another day. Take a day off tomorrow, tell my son he's off tomorrow too." He says with a smirk as he gently takes my arm and miter in front of the door to the apartment Nyx and I share.

After vacationing at the Summer Court, as promised to Az, we took the whole family and sat them down, then told them that we are together and that we are mates.

When we finished talking they all burst out screaming, happy with our relationship, while Nesta turned to Az and shouted "I told you so!" and he replied "ButI already knew!". I'm not kidding when I say that she was mad at Nyx and me for a week because we didn’t tell her. From that moment until now none of them has ever missed an opportunity to tease us, with jokes, smiles or glances. we knew it was going to be like this, but it could have been worse. In general they were very understanding when Nyx told them that we were fine with their teasing, but that we demanded some privacy, and for that I am extremely grateful.

"I would recommend relaxing and letting him take care of himself. I know how important it is for a partner to know that their company is okay." He says smiling at me as he watches me walk to the door and put my hand on the handle.

"I will.Thanks for the ride." I reply smiling in turn.

"You're welcome daughter-in-law." He says before disappearing winking at me.

I laugh and then turn the knob to finally enter my home. Immediately a delicious smell of food, my favorite dish, comes to my nose. I close my eyes and then lean against the door behind me and enjoy that delicious smell, when I hear the voice of the man I love say my name.

"Y/N, honey, you're finally home, I was starting to get worried. I made your favorite dinner, I don't know if it turned out well, but I followed Aunt Nesta's recipe step by step. I wanted to make you a hot bath, but I didn't know when you would arrive so I preferred to wait, so in the meantime I tried to clean the house a little. You must be exhausted, just wait let me help. " She says as she walks over to me. He makes to reach out a hand, to help me remove myself from the door, but in return I take his hand and pull him towards me. He rests his hands on my hips, being careful not to hurt me as he rests his forehead on mine. I see he's wearing a pink apron, which I've never seen in the house before, soiled with something, and I can't help but laugh.

"Why are you laughing love? Did I do something wrong? I knew I was out of line...."

"No, no honey you were amazing, really, I don't deserve this. But I'm laughing at something else...Where the heck did you get this apron?"

"It's nothing to laugh at, it gives me a more professional look...Nesta gave it to me, I didn't wear it at first, but after changing my shirt three times, I realized maybe it would be a good idea."

"I have to say it makes you look very...sexy."

"Ha ha funny honey, really funny."

"You're really touchy you know...Let's see if I can make it up to you that way." I say before wrapping my arms around his neck and drawing him even closer to me to kiss him. The kiss is slow and passionate. Our tongues caress each other as I run a hand through his hair, pulling him even closer if possible. His hands move from my hips to my buttocks as he pushes me against the door harder, deepening the kiss. I suddenly feel a twinge of pain in my wings from the pressure on them since they're between my body and the door, and immediately Nyx's lips leave mine as he looks at me worriedly.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

"No, no relax, I'm fine, it's just that Cassian has stepped up his training and my wings hurt a little."

"You should have told me, I wouldn't have crushed them."

"Never mind, don't worry. Am I forgiven then?"

"Let me think about it...I'd say... yes, totally. And by the way, you deserve everything I've done, if not more. I couldn't ask for a better mate." He says as he nuzzles my cheek.

"Well then that makes two of us, because I couldn't ask for someone better than you either." I say kissing his forehead.

"Come on, let's go eat so you can take a nice hot bath afterwards to relax and then you can go to sleep." I nod at his words as he lifts me up, his hands still on my buttocks, and I bring my legs around his waist. He carries me to the kitchen countertop, sits me there, and hands me a plate. We eat, talking about this and that, while I congratulate him on a great dinner. When we're done, I try to propose the idea of washing the dishes, but he immediately shouts at me saying that he would take care of it. He picks me up as before and takes me to the bathroom. He sits me on the edge of the tub and turns on the hot water. While we wait for the water to get to the right temperature he helps me get out of my dirty, sweaty workout clothes and then helps me into the tub.

"Take all the time you need honey. I'll be there as soon as I finish doing the dishes."

I nod as I watch him walk out of the bathroom. I sigh wondering how he found such a perfect man (believe me honey I wonder that too). I lean my head against the wall of the tub and let the heat seep into my veins, and I relax so much that I don't hear my mate coming until he speaks.

"Baby did you wash your hair." I nod my head no and he nods as he continues saying. "Don't worry, I'll do it." He sits on the edge of the tub, after pulling his pants up to his knees, as he dips his feet into the water on either side of my head, then grabs little bottles on the side containing soap and starts washing my hair. I almost fall asleep to his gentle massage as he runs his fingers through my hair to clean it. I realize it ends because I lose that sweet contact, and I open my eyes.

Once the bath is over he helps me out of the tub and hands me a towel.

"Do your wings still hurt? I could give you a massage just in case, if that's okay."

I feel my muscles lock up for a moment as I consider this option. Despite the fact that we've been doing well for months, and there's a relationship of extreme trust between us, I hadn't shown him my wings yet, at least I hadn't allowed him to touch them. Then his father's words come to mind and I decide to let go.

"I would love that since they still hurt a little." He immediately nods and goes to get a small bottle of oil resting on the bathroom windowsill above the sink. We make our way to the bed where I lie on my stomach on the mattress, my wings lying on top of it as well. I feel the bed move under the weight of my mate. Then a cold substance touches my right wing that makes me jerk a little, and soon after a light touch caressing it. I enjoy those expert movements, which relax every muscle in my body and suddenly I find myself in another dimension, of total relaxation, where not even the most important of thoughts could reach now.

"You have magic hands." I say in a sleepy voice as I hear him shift to the other wing. I hear him laugh, then everything gets fuzzier and fuzzier, my eyelids getting heavier and heavier and all of a sudden I'm completely asleep, thanks to Nyx and his amazing massage. I only realize I've fallen asleep in the morning, when I wake up with my shoulders light and still relaxed from last night, Nyx holding me tightly in his arms still asleep, under the covers.I fall back asleep with a smile on my lips, happy to had found him, and to be his mate.

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Mark and Gemma get a pet - p XXIV

Cw for BBU, pet whump, nudity, referenced caning, referenced noncon/dubcon, but mostly this is relationship drama.

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"What the fuck, Gemma?" Mark almost slipped on the wet floor as he lunged forward and caught the cane before it could rain down onto Ira again. "Are you insane?"

His girlfriend's eyes were glistening with tears, salty streaks on her cheeks. She didn't fight when he tugged at the cane, let go off it, and didn't even look down, when he dropped it to the ground.

He held her by the shoulders, fought the urge to shake her. She was trembling, eyes flat and cold, glued onto the naked pet on the bed.

"Thank you," Ira whispered, as if to herself. "Miss... Miss Gemma. Dis..." She gasped. "Dis... ah. Discipline is important for the balance and wellbeing of a pet."

Gemma didn't seem to hear her. "What did you do, Mark?" She asked flatly. "What did you do with my pet, in my bed?"

Mark looked at Ira, at the thin bloody lines over her breast and stomach. She was barely moving now, her breath flat, shoulders shaking. Her eyes were closed, as if she could just hide from the world like this.

She hadn't been like that just minutes before. She'd been good, perfect, without Gemma interfering and making it all about herself.

He'd just taken her, however he pleased - three or four times, he guessed, depending on how one would count it - and after her initial show of acting up she'd played along. She'd enjoyed it, too. Of course she had, it was her single purpose. If Gemma wouldn't give it to Ira, he would.

"The fucking question is what you just did! Did you really beat her up for serving her one single purpose?"

"I asked you not to touch it."

"And yet I did," Mark felt his hands curl into fists. "This is my place, too. You don't get to tell me what to do in my own home."

"I asked you to," she replied stubbornly. "I asked you for one single thing Mark, and that's to keep it in your pants for one afternoon. But I guess I don't mean anything to you."

"I... I fucking get it. You - you're jealous." Mark pushed her at arm's length, stared down at her. "You're jealous that I fucked the pet instead of you?"

"That's not -" Gemma began, but he couldn't bear her flat apathetic voice.

"You want us to have an actual sex life? You know what, try to actually come home from work at night, maybe, or to get rid of this stick you've got shoved up your ass. Maybe treat me like a person instead of a burden? Like I'm actually worth something? Guess what, then I might have wanted to fuck you instead of the dumb pet." He pointed at Ira. "She looks at me like I matter. Like I can be the center of her world, like my touch makes her happy. You? You look at me like you're sorry for me, like you're disappointed that even you, perfect Miss Gemma couldn't fix me."

Gemma still didn't look at him, just at Ira spread on the bed. "She... It said, it said no."

Mark scoffed in disbelief. "Well she's made to be fucking obedient. She said it for you, Gemma, because that dumb pet still finds it in her to love you, and wish to obey you. As if you could be loved. You can't be loved, Gem, but you know what? You deserve her. You can keep her. She's the only one who can stand being with you even if you're the cruel cold controlling bitch that you are. Because I..." He shrugged and stepped back. "I can't."

Gemma's head spun, clear eyes boring into his. "What the... What the heck, Mark. Are you - are you breaking up with me? You? You, the one who did every even remotely possible thing wrong? You have the audacity to think you're the one to break up? No. No, Mark, it's me, I'm in charge, and I -" She brought up her hands in fists, tiny, delicate fists, and he almost laughed at how ridiculous she was. How he couldn've had this little woman keep him prisoner in this relationship for so long.

"You what?" he teased.

The anger boiling up in her was cute to watch. He could see her gaze fly down to the cane. "Oooh, you're going to beat me up? Like you did her? No Gemma, you've lost this one. I'm out." He backed out, a wild thrill rushing down his spine. He was free. He was fucking liberated. It felt fantastic. "Have fun with her. She's amazing with her tongue. And she can make it all just about you, the way you like it, right?"

He grabbed his pants from the floor. Gemma was frozen in place, hands still balled into fists, face contorted between anger and disbelief.

"Fuck you, Gemma," he said softly, as he reached for the doorknob. "And if you feel too good to do it yourself, use her." He wondered, for a moment, if she would. Or if she'd beat her to death, insane as she was. He didn't care, he realized. As long as he was out of this.

"Bye."

He pulled the door shut behind him and stepped out of his life.

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Soulmarks, Part 11

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She let her pleasant smile drop as the door closed behind the most recent akuma. Her grip tightened on her yoyo.

She and Adrien had missed the akuma’s appearance. Again.

“There’s just not enough time,” she hissed.

Adrien flopped onto the pavement with a groan. “Christ, Nette, why is working in two cities so hard?”

Marinette shrugged and tossed her lucky charm with a mumbled “miraculous ladybug”. Ladybugs swirled around them both and she felt the bones in her leg repair themselves. Perfect. Now that she could, she kicked the nearest lamppost as hard as she could and grinned at the tiny dent that it made.

“Property damage isn’t a good look on you, M’lady,” said Adrien.

She scoffed. “Fuck it! We save this city once a day, we get a little bit of property damage!”

“Fair enough.”

They ducked into an alley and detransformed, bitter expressions stuck on their faces.

They slipped out into the dark of the night. There was no one out, they’d been surprised to even find an akuma at this hour. Hawkmoth must have kept an alarm for three so he could catch people out when their emotions peaked due to exhaustion.

“School’s starting soon and there’s been no progress on Joker or Hawkmoth,” she whined. “There’s no way we can keep going back and forth like this.”

“Can’t you just do your creepy stalker-y thing and find this guy?”

Her face reddened and she sent him a glare. “The bats can hear us, y’know!”

She heard a click in her ear to indicate someone had turned on their comm and her face burned even hotter as she heard Barbara’s laughter.

“Of all the things for you two lovebirds to have in common, the stalking would not have been my first guess.”

There was a silence as this sunk in…

Then Adrien started cackling. “OH MY GOD HE DOES THAT TOO?!”

“Yeah! It’s how he found out our identities!”

He grinned. “It’s how she found out mine, too! Oh this is so good.”

“Shut up!” Said Tim and Marinette at the same time, which only made the others laugh harder.

“I only stalked you to figure out if you were my soulmate,” she tried to defend herself. “You were hot and nice to me! Those were my main two requirements!”

He snorted. “And Kagami?”

“She was hot and nice to me. I literally just said that was all it took.”

She heard the bats gasp. Shoot. Time to rush past that!

“Besides, you should be thanking me! I figured out she was your soulmate for you!”

He rolled his eyes and laughed.

“You shouldn’t be laughing, guys, stalking is serious,” said Dick.

Marinette blinked. She hadn’t realized he was on.

Adrien’s eyes widened in surprise as well. When he spoke next, he’d sobered a little. “It’s creepy, Nette… but it’ll be useful. So, I’m hereby giving you permission to stalk Hawkmoth.”

“I don’t need your permission.” She hesitated, pulling a yoyo from the pocket of her hoodie and messing with it. “I’ll do it, though. School is starting soon, and since our class is so good for akumas, I guess it’s the best time for me to do my thing.”

“I’ll help,” said Tim. “If we work together we’ll be able to do this way faster.”

She blinked. “You’re going to help from America?”

“Nope, I have an idea.”

She and Adrien gave each other confused looks.

The three of them stood at the base of the steps, eyeing the unfamiliar building warily. They were all new students there, and none of them looked eager to begin their first day of high school.

Tim shuffled awkwardly in his uniform. He hadn’t attended school in years. His parents hadn’t noticed, and it gave him a lot of time to do what he actually enjoyed. It felt odd going back, especially since he’d be in a group with people who were two years younger than him and French and oh god he was going to be the new kid oh fuck.

Marinette and Adrien also looked like they wanted to run as far in the opposite direction as they could. When Tim had asked, they’d both instantly said that it was just ‘first day nerves’. It obviously wasn’t but they weren’t going to fess up and it wasn’t like he was going to interrogate them.

Even if he wanted to, getting them to talk about something that stressed them out was a dangerous thing in Paris. Especially for Marinette and Adrien.

The bell rang, pulling the three of them from their thoughts and they quickly joined the throng of kids struggling to find their classes.

In true Marinette fashion, she stumbled into class five minutes late with a shouted apology. However, this wasn’t at all normal for the two boys that rushed in after her. The class giggled a little and went back to what they were doing.

He was told to remain at the front of the class and both Marinette and Adrien sent him pitying looks as they took two out of three of the empty seats at the back of the classroom. They fastened tiny nametags to their chests, probably mandated because he was new, and Marinette flashed him a thumbs up.

He gave her a tiny smile and shoved his hands in his pockets.

Tim cringed internally as he looked up at everyone. Fifteen students when you included Marinette and Adrien. At least they didn’t seem all that interested, listening to a girl in orange talk about some prince she apparently knew. Maybe he could just coast through the school year without drawing attention --.

The teacher gave a pleasant smile and clapped her hands for attention. It didn’t work, so she raised her voice slightly to speak: “Welcome back to school, everyone! Before we go over our syllabus, I’d like you to welcome our newest student. Would you please introduce yourself?”

So much for that idea.

He jutted his chin out. “Hello. I’m Tim Drake-Wayne.”

Everyone’s eyes snapped to him instantly.

“Yes, that one. Great, we’re done here.”

Their gazes never left him as he made his way up to Marinette and Adrien. He tried to brush it off, but he just couldn’t seem to ignore the pair of eyes boreing into the back of his head. He turned slightly and looked at where the girl in orange sat.

She smiled and batted her eyelashes at him.

He rolled his eyes. He’d gotten used to people like her long ago. People always did that when they heard his name.

To her credit, she didn’t look at all phased by his blatant annoyance by her.

His eyes flicked down to her nametag and he clenched his fists in his pockets.

Lila Rossi.

He shook his head slightly and kept walking, taking his seat beside Marinette.

The teacher was trying desperately to pull everyone’s attention back to her as she practically shouted her syllabus, but it was useless. They were all whispering among themselves, not even bothering to hide the fact that they were staring, and he was thrown a few pitying looks.

He didn’t know why he was getting the pitying looks, he doubted it was because of all the attention, but it wasn’t like he could just ask.

The only people who were actually paying attention to the teacher were Marinette and Adrien, who were copying down everything she said diligently.

Tim looked back at Lila and narrowed his eyes slightly. She was a bit two-faced, but he didn’t quite get why she was so important that she had a spot by Hawkmoth. He supposed even superheroines have personal problems but, damn, that was definitely some skewed priorities.

Still…

He glanced at Marinette’s free hand resting on the table and laced his fingers with hers.

He watched Lila’s flirtatious smile morph into an ugly scowl and tried not to smirk too much.

Tim’s gaze found its way to Marinette again and his smirk softened into a smile. She was a brighter red than her costume and her already ghastly penmanship was now, somehow, even worse.

He reached into his bag with his free hand and pulled out a pen and some paper. As cute as Marinette was, he doubted that he could glean anything from her notes and asking Adrien for his would work but likely include a lecture on how he should pay more attention.

He could feel Lila’s glare the whole time he copied down notes.

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Another Weird Flash/Rogues AU

Awhile ago on AAO3, I read a story with a basic premise of “What if the Kryptonians had left Krypton before it was destroyed, traveled to Earth, fallen under the leadership of Zod (or another group of evil Kryptonians) and enslaved the human race”? The story mainly focused on Bruce Wayne and Kal-El (the latter of whom quickly came to realize the wrongs that the Kryptonians were perpetrating), but, being a huge Flash nerd, I thought: What if I used that same basic idea, but focused on the Flash characters instead? This is the result.

This AU is comparatively very early in the timeline; Barry Allen is 20 years old, Wally is about five, etc.

-Barry Allen was about seven years old when the Central/Keystone area was taken over and its population enslaved. His mother, Nora, was sold away from him shortly thereafter. He and his father (and most of the familiar Flash characters) are owned by some unpleasant Kryptonian, as are most of the characters detailed below. (Superman fans who know the names of evil Kryptonians other than Zod, feel free to make suggestions.) In this universe, Barry’s rather timid and submissive overall. He’s very kind and wants to help people, but unlike Iris (whom he has a massive crush on), he’s not brave enough to stand up to the overseers.

-Nora Allen passed away a few years after the Kryptonian takeover, far away from her husband and son. After mourning for a few months, Henry Allen remarried to a widow named Martha Scudder, and adopted her son, Samuel Joseph Scudder, as a second son. Martha and Henry are devoted to both Barry and Sam.

-Sam Scudder-Allen is 16 years old, four years younger than his older brother. He was three years old when the Kryptonians arrived and was crippled at the age of seven when a heavy piece of farm machinery fell on his leg. He uses a crutch to walk and works as a tailor, since he’s not able to work in the fields. He is rather self-conscious about his “bum leg”, since it means that escaping slavery would be almost impossible for him. He’s also much more willing to stand up to the Kryptonians than his older brother currently is, mainly because he figures that, as a crippled slave, he really can’t get much worse off.

-Iris West, age 19, lives with her father, Ira (her mother died before the Kryptonians arrived), and her nephew, the five-year-old Wally West (both of his parents were sold away shortly after he was born). Fiery and rebellious; she’s been pushing boundaries ever since the Kryptonians arrived and is determined to learn how to read. She thinks Barry is very cute, but refuses to date him until he grows a spine. She won’t allow her children to grow up enslaved to a bunch of aliens.

-George “Digger” Harkness, age 17, was sold to the Central City area from Australia when he was 14 years old. His stepfather, Ian Harkness, hated him so much that he actually volunteered to have him sold away, and Digger found himself living and working alongside total strangers. He’s mouthy and stubborn, but is afraid enough of the Kryptonians that he’s not openly rebelllious.

-Evan McCulloch, age 6, was sold to the Central City area from Scotland only a few months ago. He’s terrified and misses Miss McCulloch badly. He’s also been semi-adopted by Henry and Martha Allen.

-Claudio and Marco Mardon, aged 18 and 17, respectively, and their parents, Paloma and Mattias, immigrated to the United States from Guatemala a few years before the Kryptonians conquered Central City. Surprisingly, the family was not separated and has remained together ever since. Marco, the younger of the two, is clumsy and awkward, but generally keeps his head down and doesn’t cause trouble. As a result, he, ironically enough, is actually the golden child in this reality. Claudio, with his passionate love of learning, rocks the boat too frequently and gets into trouble too often-he’s even taught himself how to read, something that humans aren’t allowed to do under Kryptonian rule. Paloma and Mattias have tried to dissuade him, but to no avail. Marco, on the other hand, greatly admires his older brother and wishes he had his courage, and the two are very close. The family speaks as much Spanish as it does English.

-Roscoe Dillon, age 16, lives and works in his Kryptonian owner’s estate alongside his mother, Rosa. (His father, Reginald, was sold off when Roscoe was nine.) He and Rosa are isolated from most of the other humans; as result, Roscoe has few friends. He’s also more than a little odd (thanks to being on the autism spectrum), but, fortunately for him, his love of routine and organization mean that no one can find fault with his work. He still loves tops and has created dozens of them to play with when he’s not required to work.

-Mick Rory, aged 22, is a soft-spoken gentle giant. His family was killed in the Kryptonian invasion, and he still mourns their loss, but otherwise his life hasn’t changed as much as most of the other humans’. Having grown up on a farm, he’s used to working in the fields and adjusted to the farm labor the Kryptonians required much more easily than did most others. He is friendly and helpful to everyone and has taken in a 7-year-old girl named Linda Park, whose parents were sold off.

-Giovanni Giuseppi, aged 10, lives with his mother, Helen. He and his family, used to a migrant lifestyle from their time in the circus, managed to evade the Kryptonians for quite some time, but, when the Kryptonians finally captured them, his father, Alessandro, was killed; being dropped from a high height. The six-year-old Giovanni, already terrified of heights, was traumatized by this event. He and his mother were then sold to the Central City area. Giovanni is terrified of Kryptonians; as a result, he never disobeys orders. Once lively and energetic, Giovanni is now rather timid and reserved-but he’s still incredibly intelligent.

-Joan Garrick is the widow of Jay Garrick, the Flash, who was murdered by Zod in order to prevent his speed from becoming a threat. She is determined to carry on his work by educating as many people as she can; in the hopes that this will enable them to escape and eventually overthrow the Kryptonians. She is very close to Iris and Claudio, and hopes to teach them everything she knows.

-Hartley Rathaway, age 9, lives with his parents, Rachel and Osgood Rathaway. When the Kryptonians first arrived in Central City, Mr. and Mrs. Rathaway struck a bargain with them; giving them all the knowledge they would need in order to take over the city with ease in exchange for being able to maintain their own wealth, freedom, and power. The Kryptonians used the information provided by the Rathaways to take over the Central/Keystone area...and then enslaved the wealthy couple along with the rest of the city’s populace anyway. Needless to say, Mr. and Mrs. Rathaway are not particularly well-liked by their fellow humans. Not at all accustomed to physical labor or powerlessness, they often get into trouble with the Kryptonian overseers, and aren’t likely to receive much help from any other humans. As a cruel joke, Rachel was allowed to keep her jewelery, and, when the Kryptonians hand out the yearly supply of clothing, they always receive the finest clothes...which are, of course, of no use at all for hard physical labor. Hartley is better-liked than his parents, but he’s deaf and mute, and, since no one had the time to teach him sign language, he struggles to communicate with anyone other than his parents. It also means that the Kryptonians use him for their own amusement, rather than having him work in the fields or in a trade; mocking the obvious inferiority of the human race that he represents. That being said, he has grown suprisingly close to Giovanni Giuseppi.

-Leonard and Lisa Snart, age 18 and 13, respectively, are unusual. Of all the humans of the Keystone/Central area, and perhaps the planet, they are the only ones who are not enslaved. When the Kryptonians arrived in the area, Leonard was 5 years old, and his sister was a newborn. His biological father, Larry Snart, was an abusive father and husband, and regularly beat both his wife and Leonard. One night, in a drunken rage, Larry accidentally killed his wife and was preparing to brutalize his son when several Kryptonians broke into the house. Larry attacked them and was promptly killed, but, fortuitously for Len and Lisa, Zor-El and Alura arrived on the scene and adopted the children as their own, in the hopes of saving them from the slavery they knew Zod and his allies had planned for humanity. To avoid raising suspicion, they claimed that they had adopted the children because of both children’s icy blue eyes, which strongly resembled the eyes of most Kryptonians. The children had the eyes of Rao; they said. They had been blessed with civility and intelligence that was unlike that of other humans; they deserved the chance to be raised as Kryptonians. The argument was broadly accepted, and so Lenonard and Lisa Snart became Len-El and Lisa (pronounced LYE-za) of the house of Jor-El. They were raised as Kryptonians, and, although Zor-El and Alura refused to own slaves and secretly helped many humans escape to freedom, they could not allow the children to spend time with members of their own species, lest it raise suspicion about their work. As a result, both Len-El and Lisa think of themselves as Kryptonian, and, since they are surrounded by Kryptonian children and taught by Kryptonian teachers at school, both of them firmly believe that humans need to be controlled by Kryptonians. Lisa thinks of other humans almost as cute pets, having never met another member of her species, but she is curious to learn more about them. Len-El despises the fact that he’s human. Thanks to his horrific experiences with his human father, Len-El believes that humans are cruel and barbaric, and he wants nothing to do with them. He wants to be Kryptonian, just like his loving parents. He and Lisa also have a little sister, Kara Zor-El, who is 7 years old. They adore Kara, and she adores them. They’re also both quite fond of their cousin, Kal-El (age 19).

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Tim was grateful that the mission was wrapping up. It had clearly been a set up, but not for them. It would probably make the drug ring even more difficult to track down since they had gone to such lengths to move the whole production, but that would be a problem for another day. Every one of the families, even the ones at locations they had not been aware of, had moved into their houses within the last week as part of a program to provide affordable housing for in need single parent families. He felt bad for all of them considering they were all pawns as part of a much larger scheme but he was far too worried about Marinette to be overly concerned about them now that they were all safe.

Without having captured even one person associated with the drug ring and having exhausted all their known locations, Tim feared they may not be able to find her quickly. He did not know what they could have possibly wanted with her unless they were sure she was Rouge Gorge and thought she had information about them. Although he chilled at the thought that they may have figured out exactly how much information about the drug ring had come from her. She had managed to be in the wrong place at the right time enough to give them all of the major leads they had followed throughout the case.

Oracle was attempting to trace her phone but having no luck. It was no more than he expected. Her phone was basically a burner phone. He had never seen for sure but he suspected she kept no information on it and that she took measures to make sure it had no way to be tracked. For all he knew she could be being held at her apartment. He had no idea where she lived, just that it was within walking distance of her work. That was only a guess based on knowing she had no car and had always walked to meet up with him.

He was dejected as he prepared to head back to the base. He didn’t know what would happen when they all arrived back there. Nothing had been resolved from the recent upheaval. They all were just ignoring their interpersonal issues in order to take care of the immediate issue with the coordinated attack on the drug ring. But the radio chatter even while they were all busy was not nearly as easy going as it tended to be when they were all getting along. He might be channeling Jason because he just wanted to punch someone until he had answers. Maybe he shouldn’t head back while feeling that way in case he decided to punch Batman. Even if he was working on learning more about her work as Rouge Gorge, Tim felt she would not be in this position if it were not for the threats.

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He was still in the room but he remained silent. He was somewhere behind where she was sitting. There was no other movement in the house. Marinette suspected everyone else had left to deal with whatever excitement had everyone moving around this evening. He hadn’t even asked her many questions at all. She suspected he was just trying to make her nervous so she would just spill everything but without knowing what he knew telling him anything could be very bad for her. She couldn’t do anything that would risk the miraculous box even if it was herself she was risking. It was a few minutes before movement from another person proved her wrong about everyone else being out of the house. A hushed conversation took place behind her before she was once again approached by the man in charge.

When he came over to where she was, he was holding her laptop. She wasn’t sure what kind of information an expert might be able to get from it. She used it mostly for her online sales or for listening to music and watching shows. She kept no pictures or any information about who she was in France or at all really. She was fastidious about leaving no trace of herself online anywhere it could be found. She had not even used her name in any legal or official capacity since she had run from the hospital there. Everything she did was over the internet using passwords and fake log ins. She was especially careful with her recent communication with Adrien. She preferred using email with a hidden location so he wouldn't know she was still in Gotham; she wasn’t sure how effective that would be from her phone. She also tried to clear her history frequently but she could see he had it on the website where her orders came in so she had clearly missed something.

“Even the most careful person leaves a trace somewhere, but this is the only history my best guy could find on your laptop.”

“I don’t know what you are looking for but those beaded headbands are really cute.”

“I had thought you could get me information to stop annoying interference in my business, but clearly you are hiding far more than a secret night life.”

“Maybe I’m just a very boring person. I don't have information. I work, I play Mecha Strike and I sleep.”

“No, it is more than that. You are completely hidden. Your work. Your apartment. Your life is all completely anonymous. Who are you hiding from?”

"I told you, I'm a private person."

"We shall see when I get you to tell me about yourself. I wonder if your apparent concern for children is greater than your desire to hide things from me."

"I don't even know what that means."

He leaned in close to her. He held her still bound hands so they pressed against her. She couldn't even shift to move away from him as he leaned over spoke low right next to her ear.

"I know you are the masked girl and you were very worried about the children that night. You were more concerned for them than for yourself. My men are on their way to see them now unless you have anything you want to tell me."

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“This isn’t over,” Jason said into the comms once he and Arsenal had gotten away from the warehouse and they could safely speak.

“Wrap it up for the night. We will regroup later.” Batman said.

“I have a lot to compile before I even know where to start with finding more locations for the drug ring. But I’m starting with any more information on where the missing girl is. I’m searching cameras near where we think she lives for any suspicious behavior or known associates of the ring.” Oracle explained.

“No, you don’t understand,” Arsenal spoke this time, “Penguin had the bulk of the force out working for him tonight.Penguin just ordered his men to attack. Falcone was taken and all his men at the warehouse are dead.”

“We should deal with this immediately if we want to keep it from getting out of hand. Penguin likely intends to kill Falcone but would want to do it publicly.” Jason added.

“Agreed. Regroup at Wayne Tower to form a plan. Oracle, see if you can find any movement we can start with.” Batman said.