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blue-jisungs · 11 months

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HEYYYY i read some of ur works and ur like a rlly good writer and i was wondering if u can make a fic where minho is playing league and y/n is all tired but cant fall asleep without him (as usual) and so hes so soft for her so ofc he lets her sit on his lap while he plays and she gives him a head massage and he falls even more in love w her so he eventually turns off the game but is already so comfortable that they just end up falling asleep on the chair and both wake up w neck pain and bickering abt whos fault it is💀

neck cramps

a/n. eeeeerrr i hope it will meet your expectations bc?? i don’t know what to think about this one 😭

you stepped into the room, a soft purple light from the leds making minho’s face appear more softer. you smiled at that… before you realised what he’s doing.

“felix oh my god! you suck at this game!” lino yelled out, only to burst out laughing.

you stepped closer and tapped his shoulder, a frown on your face.

your boyfriend turned around, his features softening upon seeing you.

“what’s wrong?” he asked, tilting his head. he already had his headpiece moved so one of his ears was uncovered. he always did, just in case you needed something. just like now.

“i can’t fall asleep… you promised you’ll finish like… hour ago” you huffed and took a glance at the screen. and the tiny character moving around… or whatever was going on in the game.

“boo hoo, now come back or i’ll kick you out” han’s voice sounded up in his ears.

“i’m sorry” he sent you an apologetic look and muted himself (god forbid them hearing him all soft for you) “if you want you can stay with me for a bit and then we’ll go to sleep, okay? i promise i’ll be quick”

“you better be or else next time i’m cuddling dori to sleep” you huffed, a smirk tugging at your lips. minho shifted a bit, allowing you to plop down comfortably on his lap.

“just… be aware that they can get loud sometimes” lino hummed and looked you in the eye. you nodded lazily. before unmuting himself and going back to the game, he placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

while resting your face in the crook of his face, delighting his embrace, your fingers sneaked up to his neck. at first you just mindlessly played with the ends of his hair. ever since they started preparing for comeback, he kept his hair longer and you absolutely loved that.

you couldn’t help but snooze off a bit, listening to his friends’ voices. your hand traveled a bit up, massaging his scalp gently. and minho tried his best to calm down his racing heart.

“hey man you’re there?” felix’s sudden question made him snap back to reality… even though he didn’t even realise he’s spacing away.

because you’re just here, sleeping practically with your breath tickling his neck and you expect him not to… be stunned?

“yeah, yeah… sorry” he mumbled and placed a quick peck on your hair “i think i’ll get going”

“is it because of y/n? with all due respect… you’re no fun” jeongin spoke up, earning a giggle from all of them

“shut up. we’ll talk once you get a partner, brat” lino huffed and left the game “night night”

he closed all the apps and carefully took off the headphones. minho looked at you in awe, your quiet snoring making him smile gently.

now, he could wake you up and carry you to bed. but… he’s too lazy… besides, he’s comfortable like that!

with one slow spin and one hand holding you, he reached a blanket that he kept in case he got cold and covered you.

with one last kiss on your head, he leaned his neck against the heading and closed his eyes. god, he’s so whipped for you.

in fact, he’s so whipped that he let his neck suffer for the whole day (that’s what he says, at least).

“it’s your fault!” you whined, placing a hand on the back of your neck

“you suffocated me!” he groaned, copying your gesture. you punched his arm, bursting into laughter.

“are you suggesting i’m too heavy?! i’m offended. to death!” a dramatic huff left your mouth and you crossed your arms, looking away. the morning light shone through the curtains, making lino look up at you in awe (as always though)

“what am i supposed to do for you in order to forgive me?” he let out a deep sigh, fighting a smile

“a neck massage. and a big kiss” you grinned.

“i guess i can do that. however, i still stand by the face that you are the reason of our–“ he started teasingly

“oh just kiss me already” you chuckled and pulled him closer by his hoodie.

if his league game sessions were always to end up like that, he’s ready to play it all the time. despite the neck cramps.

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darthgloris · 1 year

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Hi! Could you maybe write what Berlin would be like if his girlfriend/wife got pregnant? Can be a one-shot or just headcanons <3

A/N: Hey! Of course you can, this is actually an adorable idea!! Here it is honey, hope you like it ❤❤

Warnings: pregnancy, fluff, spoilers

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I think Berlín would be a bit shocked to find out that he got his girlfriend pregnant

Especially when they were dating in secret

He'd feel extremely guilty for putting her body through that pain

Let it be childbirth or abortion

But most importantly for not telling her that he wouldn't be with her and their kid for long because of his ilness

She had pulled him apart from the others that day to tell him

"Honey, can we... talk for a second?"

"Of course, what's going on? Should I be worried?"

"Depends... you know what, probably..?"

"Now I am a bit worried actually."

"Yeah, um, listen... I took a pregnancy test last night and... it's positive."

Berlín almost fell over

He had no idea how to respond

For once in his life he was at a loss for words

"But- but- how did we... I mean, we were careful..."

"'Oh, no, I have fast swimmers, boo-hoo!'"

He was confused for a moment

He was used to Y/N's sarcasm, but this was the first time he had to hold back his laughter

When she realised that she had snapped, she tangled a hand in her hair out of embarrassment

"Sorry, I don't know what got into me."

"It's okay. What do you want to do with it?"

He wasn't going to force her into anything

Instead of jumping in with a decision for both of them, he thought it was better to let her decide what to do with her body

"I... don't know. I have to think about it."

"Of course. Take your time, honey."

After that day, he was much sweeter and gentler with her

He didn't care if anyone noticed

He'd never let her make any big effort

He'd rub her stomach much more often, trying to get contact with the baby

Y/N saw how he acted with the baby, even if it was unborn

And she just couldn’t take that away from him

"Berlín."

"Yeah?"

"I want to keep it."

His jaw dropped open

"...wh-what... are you sure?"

"Yes."

She'd always remember how his eyes lit up and filled with tears

She was glad she could see this side of him

In fact, her pride grew at the fact that she was the one who got to

The next couple of months were very enjoyable for the two of them

The baby bump was still coverable

So she wore oversized clothes to keep it hidden as much as possible

Soon enough they started thinking of names

"How about... Nadia for a girl?"

"That's a beautiful name. Oh, what if we tried to keep the city name tradition alive?"

"And what did you have in mind?"

"Vienna. Bali. Londres. París. Whatever you please, my love."

Berlín handled her hormones like a pro

He'd never take her attitude moments personally

Comfort her when she cried

Even if it was the dumbest reason you could think of

If she had to be honest, she preferred the cuddly, sweet and thoughtful side of him to the cold, distant one

She absolutely loved the attention and butterflies he gave her

So much so that the relationship was barely even a secret anymore

The gang noticed how he started acting towards her but didn't think much of it

Until they noticed her stomach starting to get bigger

Their secret was saved though, but it came at a price

Y/N had a miscarriage

Berlín was devastated

He had gotten much closer to her than he'd expected

And as much as he loved the kid

There were a lot of things that were taken off his shoulders

For example, breaking her heart by telling her he had a year left to live

And would have left her and their child alone

But otherwise, they were deeply heartbroken

He didn't stop with the attention, though

It kept them both sane

At least enough to hold on until the heist

#lcdp #berlin x reader #la casa de papel #money heist #berlin

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moonylantsovs · 6 months

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RULES | 2.01: THE FORTY-EIGHT

summary: gabriella kane and what is left of the hundred get separated from the dropship camp after the battle with the grounders. people who gabriella buried and mourned join them on earth. when she finds out most of her people are missing, she is ready to go through whatever she has to in order to get them back ─ even if that means making a truce with the grounders

pairings: john murphy x fem!oc, bellamy blake x fem!oc ( slowburn )

warnings: best friends to enemies to lovers, enemies to allies to lovers, swearing, daddy issues, blood and gore, death, trauma, mentions of addiction

taglist: @lotr-got

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Unwavering sunlight.

That was the first thing Gabriella Kane saw once she opened her eyes. The second thing she noticed was her location -- she was on the back of a moving horse in the middle of the forest. Over the pounding in her head, she could hear deep male voices speaking in another language, it sounded similar to English but it had a weird accent and the words were twisted.

"'Bout time you woke up. I was beginning to get freaked out."

Gabriella's head snapped to the sound of the hushed whisper and her eyes connected with Wells'. She let out a sigh of relief. She was glad that she was not alone.

When she tried to sit up a little, she felt that her legs were bound. She tried to move her hands next, only to realize her wrists were bound too.

"Great." The blonde huffed in frustration, tilting her head to connect her blue eyes with Wells' dark ones. "Well...I'm glad we spent so much time together before we died."

"How did you get to be such a dick, Murphy?"

Murphy flinched at the coldness in Raven's tone and closed his eyes, leaning his head against the metal of the dropship. "I'm sorry for shooting you, okay? I'm sorry for a lot of things I did and didn't do that day. Is that what you want to hear?"

"Let me guess. Mommy and Daddy didn't love you?" Raven continued taunting, ignoring his apology.

"No, they loved me." Murphy said, staring at his bloodied hands that lay in his lap, trying to keep the image of a teary-eyed Gabriella watching him leave through the hole in the dropship out of his head.

Raven made a noise of amusement in the back of her throat and mocked him, "Are you gonna cry, Murphy?"

"Screw you, Raven."

"No, tell me. I want to know." Raven spoke, venom in her voice, "How does a kid who's loved by his parents, who has the greatest girl in the universe willing to die for him, turn into a murdering psychopath?"

Murphy stared at the wall, refusing to make eye contact with the wounded mechanic beside him, and spoke "He gets the flu. His father steals medicine that turns out wouldn't help anyway. Gets floated for it and...his mother, she starts drinking pretty heavily after that and the last words she says to him before he finds her in a pool of her own vomit is that..." He swallowed a sob threatening to escape him "...is that he killed his father. Then, he finally gets the freedom he always wanted, gets sent to Earth with the only important person in his life, gets hanged for a crime he didn't commit, and then gets banished because a little girl could not handle the guilt of being a murderer...and when he comes back, he finds out the girl he loves has feelings for the guy that banished and hung him."

"Boo-hoo."

"How do you think they're gonna kill us?" Wells spoke up, in a hushed whisper, after what felt like hours of moving through the woods. They both knew trying to escape would only result in dying sooner and when Gabriella tried to ask them where they were going, she was ignored.

"I don't know, probably chain us up, torture us like they did with John. Or they'll just lock us up in a room together, alone. Until eventually we die from dehydration." Gabriella responded dryly, shrugging her shoulders as best as she could and giving him a mocking grin that did not quite reach her eyes. "That would be painful enough."

"You're hilarious, you know that right?" Wells deadpanned, annoyance dripping from his voice.

"Well one of us has to be." Gabriella sighed, closing her eyes in the hope the lack of light would ease her headache, only for her eyes to snap open in alarm when the horse Wells was on stumbled a bit and made the boy beside her fall onto the ground, right on his bad shoulder. Gabriella's shoulder wound would probably only leave a scar, his looked like it would not heal anytime soon.

Both horses came to a halt and the grounder that kidnapped them turned to glare at Wells, who was too busy groaning in pain to notice anything.

"On your feet." The grounder ordered.

"He can't keep up." Gabriella was quick to defend him. "Give him a minute."

The grounder ignored her and got off the horse he was previously seated on. While Gabriella desperately tried to get Wells to stand up with her tied hands, the grounder stepped in front of them with a murderous glare. "I said get on your feet."

"Come on, Charming. Get up." Gabriella hissed quietly, trying to lift the boy up by taking hold of his good forearm.

Wells weakly stood on his knees, giving Gabriella an apologetic look. Once the grounder saw he was not getting the reaction he wanted out of either of them, he took the sword in his hand and stabbed Wells' wounded shoulder, making him cry out in pain while Gabriella's face flashed in panic.

"That's one." The grounder spat "I lost three hundred."

"Give us a minute and we'll get going." Gabriella glared but her face turned pleading as she spoke her next words. "Just let me help him."

The blonde did not wait for a response before she looked down at a half-conscious Wells, who was looking up at her with hooded eyes.

"If you die I'm gonna kill you, you hear that, Junior? I'm gonna kill you." Gabriella rambled, putting pressure on his wound, just like she had seen Clarke do multiple times. "You're not dying before we get back to Clarke. And even then you can't die" She let out a small sigh of displeasure at the feeling of Wells' blood on her hands. "I haven't run out of nicknames for you yet." Wells let a breathy chuckle escape his lips before he let his eyes close. Gabriella's eyes widened at the sight and she elbowed him in the stomach in hopes the pain from his old wound would get him to stay awake. "Don't fall asleep, Wells. Stay awake."

"I need to keep one of you alive to talk to The Commander." The grounder spoke up again, sporting a bored look on his face. "Now, get up."

"No." Gabriella said stubbornly, not even flinching when the grounder lifted the sword in his hand in the air threateningly. "You can kill me if you want--" She pressed harder against the bleeding wound, earning a grunt of pain that made her realize the boy on the floor was now conscious again, "--but then you won't have anyone to bring to your precious Commander. Wells and I come as a matching set. If you let him die then I will gladly slit my-"

Her words were cut off when a loud "Hey!" was heard behind them. Gabriella's head snapped to the source of the sound to see Bellamy with a spear in his hand. She squinted her eyes at his unmoving figure. Why the hell wasn't he throwing it?

The oldest Blake looked through the trees expectantly -- almost as if he was waiting for something to happen.

"What the hell are you doing?" Gabriella yelled, "Get out of here!"

The grounder did not waste a second before marching up to Bellamy with his sword raised high. Bellamy clenched his jaw and tried to hit him with a spear, only to have it fly right above the grounder's head and next to Gabriella. If this was not a life or death situation, the girl would have his ass for almost killing her, but she was too busy trying to keep Wells alive and worrying whether her co-leader was going to get himself killed. The grounder used the back of his sword to knock Bellamy to the ground, straight on his back.

Bellamy coughed out blood and Gabriella could only stare in horror as the grounder started beating him up. If her legs and wrists were not tied, she would not waste a second to help him but she was helpless.

There was nothing Gabriella Kane hated more than being helpless.

She felt helpless when her mother got floated, when Sam died, when Murphy got hung, when Monty and Clarke went missing when Murphy locked Jasper and Bellamy inside of the dropship and tried to kill them...

And she absolutely hated it.

"Stop it!" She pleaded desperately, her voice shaking slightly. "You'll kill him!"

After a few minutes of the nameless grounder beating Bellamy into a bloody pulp and Gabriella begging for him to stop, he finally did and tied Bellamy up to stand next to them. In the meantime, Gabriella was able to tear a part of her shirt off and wrap it around Wells' shoulder.

Wells grunted and opened his eyes, when the fabric was secure around his shoulder. "I didn't know you cared that much."

"I don't." Gabriella deadpanned. "But Clarke would kill me if she found out I left you to bleed to death. But you and I? We still hate each other."

"Noted." Wells nodded weakly, letting Gabriella help him stand up and flinching as she did.

When Wells was on his feet, Gabriella gave Bellamy a death glare, which he responded to with an almost sheepish shrug.

"Why are you here?" She whispered, wiping the blood off her hands on her shirt. "You're supposed to be in the dropship."

"I didn't make it in time" Bellamy whispered back, defending himself quickly, "so I went looking for you."

Gabriella took a deep breath before turning to the grounder. "Can you untie my feet? I can't walk like this."

The grounder hesitantly cut the rope off her feet, which allowed her to finally properly stretch her legs.

"Why were my legs bound and his weren't?" The blonde could not help but ask, not expecting the grounder to give her any type of answer but he did anyway.

"You kick in your sleep."

With those final words, the grounder turned around and left the three delinquents tied up, with Gabriella not taking her annoyed glare off of Bellamy.

Another surprise to all of them except Bellamy, was the sound of teenagers' battle screams. They turned around to see Finn, Sterling, and Monroe running to them with their weapons in hand.

The trio was not able to get far when a bullet went straight through the grounder's skull. All six delinquents gaped at the dead body in shock and surprise.

Their surprise increased when Marcus Kane stepped out from behind the trees with a couple of guards behind him, all of them armed with a gun. Gabriella felt as the world froze as she watched her father put the gun down and connect his eyes with hers. Her father was alive, he did not die when the exodus ship crashed.

"We're here now. Everything's gonna be okay." Marcus assured them, his eyes flickering from his beaten up daughter to the remaining of the hundred behind her.

The guards untied their hands and Gabriella assessed Bellamy in not falling on his ass again, while Finn led Wells over to Abby Griffin so she could check his shoulder.

"I'm fine. Ella fixed me up. We need to get back to the dropship." Wells said, shaking off Abby's concern, his mind solemnly on coming back to Clarke.

"Hey. Where's Clarke? Is she all right?" Abby asked, mainly looking between Wells and Gabriella even though her question was directed towards Bellamy and Finn too.

"She was when we left." Finn answered, drawing Abby's attention on him. "We'll take you to her."

Marcus was quick to stop them from making their way back to the delinquent camp. "Wait. Slow down." He looked over their shoulders to someone in the crowd. "Sinclair. We're splitting up. One guard detail comes with me to the dropship. Everyone else here goes with you to Alpha Station. You have the coordinates. We'll follow later, as soon as we can."

"Yes, si--"

Sinclair's words were cut off when Gabriella tackled him into a long-awaited hug, her arms wrapping around his shoulders. The head of engineering stumbled backward a bit but hugged back as soon as he realized who it was. Gabriella knew he was not in the exodus ship because he was still needed on The Ark but knowing he was down on Earth and safe, made her feel at ease.

She was relieved she did not lose anyone else important to her.

Gabriella pulled away with a small smile. "I'm happy you're okay."

Sinclair ruffled her already messy hair and smiled back. He noticed she had some blood in it, there and all over her but other than that, she seemed perfectly fine. "You too kiddo. I knew you would not go down easy."

With one last smile, Gabriella turned around to connect her gaze with her father, who was watching the interaction with slight envy, before she made her way back to her friends.

"Okay, you six with me." Marcus commanded a couple of guards before he turned to the remaining delinquents. "You four, lead the way."

As Gabriella got closer to camp, with the three boys, her father, Abby and six guards trailing close behind her, she saw dead bodies lying all over the ground. Some were grounders and some were their people -- her people. Teenagers who followed her and Bellamy into battle without a second thought, teenagers who were willing to fight and die for their ground -- for their home.

"It's too quiet." Bellamy commented, eying the dead bodies with an unreadable look on his face, most likely having the same dreadful thoughts as Gabriella.

The female Kane connected her wary haze with Bellamy's and they both went to stand up from their kneeling position, only for Marcus to take a hold of their forearms.

"We'll take it from here." He said in a dismissive tone Gabriella was so used to hearing whenever he was speaking to her. She tore her unamused gaze away from her father and looked back at Bellamy to see him already looking at her with a knowing look.

The two leaders could faintly hear Marcus commanding two guards to stay with them while he and the four other guards check out the dropship, but they were too busy trying to make a plan only by holding eye contact.

But they both knew one thing, they needed to find out what happened to their people.

Marcus led Abby and four guards inside and left the four delinquents with the two remaining guards. Gabriella pursed her lips in annoyance, the fact that her father was still treating her like a child and trying to act like he's suddenly the one in charge, after everything he did, passing her off more than anything in the last few weeks.

"We need a stretcher!" A voice was heard from inside of camp and all four of them perked up in worry, trying to get through the guards and inside.

Bellamy tilted his head at Gabriella and nodded behind her where she knew a foxhole was located. The blonde leaned her head between Wells and Finn so she was out of earshot to the guards and whispered, "Follow our lead."

And a second later, the two remaining leaders of the hundred made a beeline towards a foxhole, Wells and Finn hot on their trail. They could hear the guards yelling after them but they ignored them and ran straight through the foxhole and into their camp.

Gabriella took a deep breath at the sight in front of her. Everything they built, everything they worked so hard for was ruined, burned down, and with dead bodies burnt to ashes across the ground. But most importantly, it was empty.

"Where is everybody?" Wells asked, echoing everyone's thoughts out loud.

"It was awful. There were hundreds of them and if it wasn't for Raven-- I don't know what happened."

Gabriella's jaw and fists clenched at the familiar voice and she turned around to see none other than John Murphy being carried out of the dropship by a guard.

Once the limping boy caught sight of the four delinquents (but mainly the leaders) his mouth dropped open in surprise and he stuttered out "Ellie, Bellamy. You're . . . you're alive."

Gabriella was about to pounce on him, throw a few punches, until Bellamy beat her to it. She wasn't sure of the exact reason she wanted to be the one to do it. Maybe it was for betraying her trust like that, for holding Jasper at gunpoint, hanging Bellamy, or shooting Raven but he gave her so many reasons to hate him in the last forty-eight hours she couldn't not want to beat the shit out of him.

"You murdering son of a bitch!" Bellamy growled as he tackled Murphy to the ground. He threw the first punch, then another, and another...

If it was any other day, Gabriella would have stopped him and yelled at him for doing so but instead of her, it was Finn who screamed at him to stop. Gabriella could feel her father's curious gaze on the side of her face, probably wondering why she was not doing anything about the situation, but she was not going to give him the satisfaction of turning around. he wanted to know what the hell happened between her and her so-called best friend since they had been sent to the ground.

The engineer was too busy watching the fight to notice Marcus motioning to a guard to pull Bellamy off of Murphy but she took a cautious step forward once she saw the guard step closer with a shock baton in his hand. She did not even get a chance to warn Bellamy before the guard shocked him and he fell off of Murphy and onto the ground with a painful groan.

Marcus brushed passed his daughter and looked down at Bellamy with something close to disgust, speaking in a cold tone. "Place him under arrest."

"No." Gabriella exclaimed, moving away from Wells and Finn to stand in front of Bellamy almost protectively. "You are not in charge here anymore, Kane. We have been surviving on our own these last few weeks and Bellamy has no reason to get arrested." Her eyes flickered over to a blood-covered Murphy lying on the floor as she added, "If you're planning to arrest any of us it should be John."

"Exactly." Finn agreed, "Murphy murdered two of our people. He shot two others and tried to hang Bellamy."

One of the guards took hold of Gabriella's forearms and moved her away from Bellamy so the other two guards could get him up and tie his wrists together.

"I don't care. You are not animals. There are rules. Laws." Marcus spoke, turning around to look at his glaring daughter. "You are not in control here anymore."

"Let me go." Gabriella grunted in frustration, trying to get out of the guard's grip. "Tell him to let me go."

"I can't do that, Gabriella." Marcus told her, but there was nothing genuine in his voice. "You'll stay locked up until we get to our camp."

"Go float yourself." The eighteen-year-old spat harshly, using the back of her heel to kick the guard's shin and making him let her go. She turned around quickly and raised her knee to kick him between his legs and he quickly put his hands over the place, grunting in pain as he did.

Once she was satisfied with her work, Gabriella turned around and flashed her father a sarcastic grin. "Looks like you have to lock me up permanently this time, Dad."

Marcus clenched his jaw and motioned for one of the guards who was holding Bellamy to tie her up as well. When her hands were bound, she was placed next to Bellamy with two guards standing behind them warily.

"That was idiotically Gabriella of you." Bellamy levels her with an unimpressed look, which she shrugged at.

"You're the one to talk after what you did an hour ago."

Bellamy scoffed in slight offense. "Excuse me for saving your ass. Seems like I've been doing a lot of that since we landed."

"I thought it was the other way around." Gabriella snapped with an annoyed glare.

Suddenly, all attention turned to Raven being carried out of the dropship with Abby behind her. Gabriella's eyes flashed in worry, suddenly remembering what happened to her friend before the battle even started.

"Raven." Finn gasped, stepping closer to his ex-girlfriend's unconscious body.

"She's lost a lot of blood. It's a miracle that she's still alive." Abby explained before a permanent frown full of disappointment settled on her face- "There's no one else in there."

"What?" Gabriella muttered to herself, wide eyes connecting with Bellamy's equally confused ones.

"What the hell happened here?"

Gabriella was seated on the ground beside Bellamy with a stressed and pissed-off look on her face. The guards were scouting the area around the dropship, trying to see if anyone else was there but finding no one yet.

"We're leaving." Finn announced as he and Wells marched over to their two remaining leaders.

"What?" Bellamy asked, confusion clear on his face- "This is where they'll come back."

"I don't think they're coming back. The grounders took them and you know that." Finn said, shaking his head solemnly.

Seeing both Gabriella and Bellamy were skeptical, Wells quickly added, "Look, according to Finn, there's supposed to be at least fifty of our people missing from the dropship, which means they didn't leave like that. Clarke would not allow so many of them to go through the woods after the war we just went through."

Finn nodded and scrunched down in front of Gabriella and Bellamy. "We go with Kane to Alpha Station, we get reinforcement and weapons, and then we find our friends."

"One question." Bellamy spoke, still a bit skeptical. "How many more of us will be dead by then?"

Finn's eyes briefly flickered to an unconscious Raven before he turned back around to look at Bellamy. "Abby says Raven needs surgery or she's gonna die."

Tense silence settled among them and Gabriella gaped at his words.

"Shit." Was the only thing that she was able to make out, but even that came out as a whisper.

Wells gave her a sympathetic look. "It's time to go."

And just like that, they were leaving their home behind, again.

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thesandsofelsweyr · 7 months

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For the guessing game: blood, pet, and/or collar

(from Fanfiction WIP Guessing Game)

These three are excerpts from early drafts of fics in My Arkhamverse series 🙃

Pet:

The room is filled with sunlight. He’s still lying on a cold, hard floor. But it isn’t the filthy floorboards of his cell. There’s a pillow under his head and a blanket draped across him. As the fog of unconsciousness lifts, his mind starts to clear as he takes in his surroundings. He’s lying in front of a toilet. Remembers trying to eat some food, real food—how much it had hurt to chew with broken and missing teeth—and immediately puking then passing out. That’s when the fever took him. He doesn’t know how long he was out of it. Tries to sit up too fast. Head is spinning, throbbing, and he winces as a piercing ringing noise fills his ears, drowning out all other sounds. His hand immediately slides into his hair, over the scar where the bullet grazed his skull. He applies pressure, breathing shallow until the ringing and pain both subside. Terrible memories flood over him. He fights the instinct to crawl in a corner and hide, breathing deep, reminding himself that his tormentor is thousands of miles away, that he has finally escaped. But as always, thinking of escape brings back Joker’s terrifying warning of the consequences he’d face, the mutilation he’d suffer. Panic starts to creep in again, illogical panic fueled by the months he spent as a prisoner. Joker had beaten it into his head—physically and mentally, literally and metaphorically—that he was an object, not a human being. That Jason was his pet: his puppy, his “little bird”...

⚠️ cw: smut, mild dubcon (⚤)

Collar:

Aww, that’s adorable, little bird. You think she actually cares about you. It’s not the Clown speaking. It’s his voice. It’s him. A part of him. The part that crawled out of the pit, not the one who fell in. He sounds so much like the psycho who tortured him for over a year of his life. Who taught him everything there is to know about pain. Who taught him how to hate. She’s using you. Oh God but it feels so fucking good. Taking what she wants from you. She’ll leave you all alone. Broken. And you’ll just let her do it because you’re too weak to say no. It was always easier to submit, to obey. Look at her. She’s beautiful. And what are you? Just a miserable failure covered in scars. She knows it too. She knows you’ll follow her around like the pitiful little puppy you are. The dog he trained me to be. He even gave me my own leather collar! The memory makes him burn with rage. He digs his short, ragged fingernails into her flesh. Look at how little she is. How easy it would be to overpower her. You could make her do whatever you want. She’ll be helpless to stop you. You remember what that feels like. No one’s going to want me… Hurt her like she’ll hurt you—you know this will never last. Take what you want before she abandons you. Just like everyone else.

Blood:

“Are you okay?” That voice again. Softer. Concerned. The Clown is there, doubled over in a fit of raucous laughter. “Leave me alone!” He shouts, voice dripping with anger, hatred, pain. At the Clown. At her. “Please, let me help you…” “GO AWAY!” He roars He still can’t breathe. Can’t catch his breath. Vise is still firmly locked around his skull. The invisible hand is still cranking it, tighter and tighter. He runs a trembling hand through his wet hair, feeling for the scar, the bullet hole, feeling for but not finding fresh blood. He’s desperate to escape this misery. The agony is weighing his body down so much he can’t even crawl. He’s dragging his body across the floor, pulling himself with his hand. Where? Somewhere, anywhere, to escape the pain. “Oh, little bird, this is too much! Even I couldn’t couldn’t come up with comedy as good as this!” “Someone actually wanted you and you’re screaming at her to leave!” “A beautiful broad pops your cherry, and here you are, curled up on the floor, boo-hoo-ing like she hit you with my crowbar.” “Comedy GOLD I tell ya!”

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nobodysdaydreams · 6 months

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DUCK BOY IS PUTTING HIS TRUST IN THE WRONG PERSON, BUT I DON’T CARE CAUSE HE APPARENTLY BLEW UP A HOSPITAL.

ALSO: IS LOVELACE AN ALIEN? (or my reaction to episodes 35-37 of Wolf359, plus the end credits scene).

Welcome back dear readers. Thanks again for your patience. Very excited for this end credits scene 👀

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Episode 35: Need to Know

Oh boy. A Kepler episode. 😒

“Are we blowing up?” sad that this has become a routine question.

“certain questions only lead to pain” very true.

“head of I don’t give care do your job department” Well Kepler, maybe I’m the head of the throwing you out the airlock department.

Kepler man you gotta give them better info. The lack of trust is insane. “Don’t forget where you are, I will give you a gruesome death.”

Doug. Doug. Do not trust Kepler.

Do not trust the evil Whiskey man.

oh shut it Jacobi. Every time you speak, you take-

Wait. Hera? HERA?

New file? Emergency scenario?

THE BLACK ARCHIVES AGAIN. 👀

“A violation of Kepler’s trust”. Well, I for one do not think Kepler’s trust is worth anything.

oh my gosh are they trying to tear the Hephaestus crew apart by reviewing their dirty secrets?

This is so sneaky and coordinated. I hate Maxwell and Jacobi so much.

DO NOT MOCK MINKOWSKI FOR HER LOVE OF SHOW TUNES JACOBI!

I want Maxwell and Jacobi to join Kepler in his airlock. For those of you who love SI-5, fear not. I will pack them plenty of Whiskey for the journey.

Fear of… ducks? 🦆 Well. I suppose we found his weakness. See Jacobi you shouldn’t have mocked the show tunes.

Restraining order? What’s up with Maxwell’s families?

A BET?

An internet scam? I don’t care if this is Jacobi pretending to be stupid, he’s perfect for the role. Maybe the airlock will be a merciful death for him. No ducks in space.

Uh… what report is that? Hera?

Oh my gosh is it the ducks again? “Hostile assault on senses?” What does that mean? Snoring? Well, that’s bad.

They got dirt on Kepler now? 👀 Oh. He likes expensive skiing. ⛷️

Wait. We can use this. Maybe we can sabotage his skis. Cause a little accident.

Hera wouldn’t try to kill you! She just wants free will!

“Oh boo hoo I killed a plant. At least I didn’t drug my fellow crew members.” shut up duck boy.

DUCK BOY BLEW UP A HOSPITAL?

I respectfully disagree. These holes are not equally deep. Minkowski loves theater, and Hera just wants free will. Duck boy blew up a hospital.

What’s the file? Her husband better not be dead. Oh is this about Doug?

That was about Doug wasn’t it? Whatever crime he did? The reason he doesn’t talk to his family?

Yikes. Doug what did you do?

Aw Doug. Thank you for apologizing. See Minkowski? He cares about you. He’s not a monster, even if he did do a bad thing.

That’s the real reason Kepler, Jacobi, and Maxwell did this isn’t it? So that they’d lose trust in Doug?

Jacobi shut up. Kidnapping? Child endangerment?

That doesn’t sound good. Was this a custody arrangement gone wrong? That’s my best guess so far. Cause that, plus the family stuff seems like a custody arrangement gone wrong. He mentioned cigarettes and beer a lot so maybe there were substance abuse issues.

But… if I’m right…that means that Doug… has a kid. A kid he probably misses and regrets hurting. And they made HIM answer questions from third graders.

If that’s true they’re awful. I mean, we already knew that, but yikes.

“What about you? Are you going to care? Goodnight 🥰” shut up duck boy. Episode 36: Fire and Brimestone Oh dear is this the Spider lab? 🕷️ It better not be.

“Too early?” You’re in space there is no morning.

“How did they survive without an engineer?” they weren’t supposed to Maxwell, you know that. What you also don’t know is how smart they are.

SL7? Haven’t used it for much? Why do the ships have so many weird and ominous rooms?

“and that’s…bad???… which means???…” me too Doug, me too.

Oh great Duck Boy gets more dynamite. 🧨

Minkowski call him out. And duck boy, no one cares about you.

“Maybe we don’t have to get her out” Exactly what I’ve been saying! Let her go. I wish it was Mr. Duck Boy or Discount Cutter: Whiskey Edition, but at least we could eliminate one problem.

“How do we make this call?” Well, this episode title seems to have done that. I see this as a win. Maxie survives, she gets a shot a redemption. She dies eh… it’s a bit like this hot chocolate I have in my hands. /j

“I couldn’t care less what Kepler thinks” I don’t either, let’s drown him in Whiskey 🥰

What thought? WHAT THOUGHT? Leaving Maxwell to die or killing her?

Look Doug. 99% of the time, I don’t like or go with the murder plan. But you’re in space. They could say you died up here and no investigation would take place. We don’t know what Cutter is doing, but we DO know who is cool with murder for their ambition, and who won’t stop until they get what they want. Other lives are at risk. Maybe thousands. Maybe the whole world if aliens get involved. You need to think about that.

Minkowski. Do not hold that over him. It’s private. You don’t know what happened. Neither do I, I’m making an assumption, but based on evidence presented, I think it’s a decent guess.

“Impossibly smart.” Mr. Duck Boy can be good at explosives but that doesn’t make him smart.

Did they program Hera to snitch? I hate them. I hate the whole SI-5.

I don’t like this. If Kepler hurts Minkowski I swear…

Your hand is not forced Kepler. No one is making you kill. That’s your choice.

I’d trust Doug over Hilbert.

“Then we all go together”. I love Doug the most.

But we still need a plan to kill Discount Cutter. And Duck Boy.

Critical condition? Poor Maxwell. But this isn’t gonna be good for Minkowski. She was only trying to help.

Yeah… it’s weird that they were that perfect. Almost like the stupid boy thing was a front to get you to put your guard down. But I still consider him incompetent.

They better not lock Minkowski in solitary. The last friendly warning? Whiskey boy, nothing about you is friendly. I hate him. Episode 37: Overture Off goes the probe. I wonder if it will find anything.

Sorry I’m doing chores while listening to this one, so reaction might be a bit brief.

Ugh. Of course Duck Boy is the favorite 🙄

THE MUSIC IS BACK! 🎶🎶🎶 And um… more sounds? Concerning sounds? Scary sounds? Very scary sounds?

Oh not the star again.

Translate from her thought stream? Binary code? Yeah, how do we know she’s actually translating.

Good idea Hera. Say something only Doug would know.

Oh more music. 🎶

Good work Doug. Don’t trust Maxwell. She makes you dependent on her to get to Hera, and then lulls you into a false sense of security.

Aliens leaving messages in music? I SAID THIS ON DAY ONE.

Kepler ought to shut his face. Using her love of space and her care for her crew against her? Perhaps the airlock is too merciful for Whiskey boy.

I did ride space mountain once. I didn’t like it.

I bet they did three months until the next episode too.

Now for that end credits scene 👀

I don’t hear anything.

Oh? Cutter’s telephone line?

Yep.

Huh. Jacobi and Maxwell aren’t deep on the inside. Seems like Duck Boy and Dr. Robot are also being played. Interesting…

…but here’s a question for you Kepler. Hilbert thought he was in the inner circle. You laughed because he’s not. Jacobi and Maxwell think they’re in the inner circle. You laugh because they’re not. You believe you are in the inner circle.

But how do you know there is not someone out there somewhere, laughing at you? And why would a man who knows so much about the dangers of space send up anyone he didn’t view as somewhat expendable?

Think about that Whiskey boy. Think about that.

Also: was Lovelace infected by the aliens? or did she make contact? Or is SHE the alien?

Well. I guess that’s all for now.

Thanks dear readers. Really getting through season 3 now. Excited to see what’s in store 👀

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yonemurishiroku · 2 years

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You don’t understand like Jason was the first to see Nico in a positive way (minus Hazel ofc, god bless her heart she loves him unconditionally i cannot express enough how grateful i am).

Yeah we had a glimpse of a lovely enthusiastic Nico before he fell rock bottom, but even then he was only perceived as annoying and bothersome due to the filter of Percy’s POV. Of course Bianca loved him, but then again, she did leave him to join the Hunters. And since that everything went south.

And suddenly Nico was this ball of sadness and rage and grief that no child should be forced to become.

And it keeps on like that. Nico was this brooding sad distant Underworld child no one cared enough.

To make matter worse, all 5 of PJO books are in Percy’s POV and 4 of 5 HOO are in not-Nico POVs. I will not blame them (no that was a lie, i still blame them a lot, but that’s another story) but obviously the fact didn’t help. We never saw the story behind Nico’s sufferings, his mistakes and his wishes, bad deeds and amends. Everything was in some other’s tainted filter. A prejudice.

Yes, Hazel was there. Yet it wasn’t said much about their brother-sister love, either. It was just there. And Rick was too focused in Hazel’s backstory to give their connection, Nico, a decent look-into.

We knew nothing. Not until BoO came to light.

Jason’s witness in HoH was the first glimpse.

The first light shining through the winter clouds, if you may.

The incident was heart-wrenching, yes, it fucking was. It was painful. It was horrible. Cupid is an assho—you know what i mean. It was forceful. Jason didn’t ask for it. He didn’t make effort. It was an accident. But he did the right thing. The winter sunlight was less warm that way. Yet it shines anyway. A prove that a sun is still shining behind all the dark clouds.

And gods, i would do everything to bath in it.

And after that Jason kept on defending Nico and he cares and he wanted him to stay and i cry and akdhwkhdks——

He reached out. And he stayed. The first in so long.

On a black canvas, a single brush of white is blinding.

Jason was a hope. A start. A door cracked open.

And later, Reyna wedged herself in. And Nico let go of the door and the sunlight streams through the door and the house of his soul is bright.

I cannot express how much i appreciate this.

Yes, I still resent Jason. I resent the Six. I resent a lot. But I am beyond thankful for Jason’s presence in Nico’s new beginning and i cannot be the only soul in this.

No i don’t care if it’s romantic or platonic or whatever. Their connection hits deep. Their friendship is precious and i hold it close to my heart and if you hate on them then you don’t exist to me.

Started crying again. I’m gonna lay down and sob now.

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Graves - pt 2

Pt 1

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I decided to keep writing this because I like my babies a lot :3

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“She wants to see me?” Miss Pigeon's voice sounded alarmed as she stepped back, taking a moment to make sure Enoch's bandages were good enough. Her expression was unrecognizable, suspicious. “Peacock wants to see me and sends children to find me? Hm. She's as cowardly as the day I last saw her.”

“We are no children!” Enoch huffed, staring at her. Pigeon seemed unphased by his response. “I am… at least 120. And fuckaroo here is, like, 104.”

“I don't see your point” she turned away, making her way to the wooden stove to put more wood on the fire - anything was good enough to distract her mind. “You two can spend the night here, if you'd like, but I'm not going back with you.”

“I'm fucking sorry?” Enoch asked, a bit too loud, because he immediately groaned in pain. “Why the fuck not?”

Pigeon's ears dropped and she glanced at him over her shoulder, serious.

“I told you not to curse, young man.”

“Miss Pigeon, we kind of… can't turn back bare handed…?” Seamus intervened. “with all due respect, ma'am, we didn't fight the Hollow for nothing.”

“Well, then tell Peacock I died to that thing and you found me all mangled, I don't care.” She put a kettle on the stove, leaning against the counter to not look at them. Her eyes were fixated on the window, distant. “I am pretty sure you guys are able to lie.”

“She'll know you’re alive, ma'am.”

“Yeah, isn't her assistant a lie-detector peculiar?” Enoch barged in again. “She'll punish us for your lie and then drag your ass to her place so she can talk about whatever-the-fuck she wants to talk with you.”

“I'll be gone by the time she gets here.”

“For the things I heard about you, I wouldn't think ol’ war hero Aurora would be such a stuck up brat.”

Pigeon's fur spiked along her arms and neck; she turned around, facing Enoch with pure anger.

“It's Miss Pigeon for you, Mr. O'Connor. You treat me respectfully, or both of you are out of my loop.”

“Well, boo-hoo! I aint scared of ya, oldie.”

“Enoch, shut up!” Seamus yelled, getting between both of them. “Can you stop? This is no way to solve a problem!”

“She started it…” Enoch rolled his eyes, then started to fiddle with his tail.

Pigeon recomposed herself, turning her back at them as she waited for the water to boil. When it did, she resorted to quietly pouring it into a bowl full of herbs and leaves.

“I can't go back to Peacock.” She simply put, using some kind of big crystal to mush the leaves. “She's not someone trustworthy, anyway.”

Sam sat down near her, curious. It was not his job to hear whatever she had to say, but curiosity got the best of him. He waited, in complete silence, the only audible sound being of the paste the woman was making for their injuries.

Pigeon seemed angrier with every second - to the point where Sam feared she'd break the bowl with the force she was using. It was fair, though, because she really seemed ready to punch a hole in a wall.

“That lying betrayal-driven daughter of Sindresh!” She let out, stopping her work suddenly. “She has the guts to do what she did to me and then send you to try and get me back? Fix HER errors? It's been 79 years and she hasn't had the courage to show her stupid face around?”

“What… what happened between you two…?” Sam couldn't help himself - he almost felt guilty for asking, but words couldn't be taken back.

“Nothing you should know.” Pigeon went to wash her hands before taking the bowl and turning to him, to apply her solution to his scratches and cuts.

She made quick work of it - it needed to be applied using one of her feathers and, even if it tickled and burned at first, the pain relief was almost immediate as well. After finishing up with Seamus, bandaging him up, she handed the bowl to Enoch.

“Now drink it.”

“A-what now?” He looked at the weird stuff on the bowl, disgusted. It had a kind of slush texture but somehow worse, with feather-bits between the green. “I ain't drinkin’ it. Its… ew.”

“It's a potion for any injuries and it includes internal bleeding if you happen to have one. It'll also help your ribs heal. If anything, will at least kill bacteria from the Hollow's saliva and blood.”

He stared at her, then at Seamus.

“Why doesn't he have to drink it, then? He swallowed the saliva!”

“I like him better.” That said, Pigeon made her way out of the kitchen, leaving both of them behind.

“Cheer up, Enoch.” Sam smiled, entertained. “How bad can it be?”

“It smells like crap! And looks disgusting! I'd rather get stabbed than drink this-”

“Well, it surely doesn't smell as bad as you do. Just hold your breath and be done with it. Its just… soup. If soup was weird…”

Enoch's lip trembled as he went for the drink. The taste was horrible - and he made sure to let it be very clear by dropping the bowl on the ground and running to drink water. His mouth burned and he couldn't stop coughing, eyes tearing up as he tried to stop the taste.

In retrospect, it didn't make a lot of sense for him to drink it instead of only having it applied to his injuries - but it was clear as day Pigeon only told him to do that because she didn't like him. It would have the same effect if he drank or not, so she decided to have him do the worse option.

“HAH! YOUR FACE!” Sam threw his head back, unable to contain the laugh while watching Enoch scramble around for anything to alleviate his mouth. He looked like he was ready to throw it all up.

Seamus shook his head after a moment of seeing his friend fight the taste, then got up to leave him alone. “I'll make sure to tell everyone back on Blithe your reaction to Pigeon's medicine.”

“Fuck… you…”

Sam kept giggling to himself as he made his way through the house. It wasn't big and didn't seem really lived in. Felt empty, even with so much stuff all around - it was like Aurora kept it just for shows and nothing more. Even with candles here and there, it was dark as night when he stumbled upon a painting on the wall.

It was a young, smiling Miss Pigeon, back when she presumably still had 4 paws and her hair wasn't silvery. She seemed proud with what he assumed was the Ymbryne Academy's uniform and Miss Therese Aracari's hand on her shoulder.

Looking closely at the painting, in one of the lower corners, he was able to find the year in which Pigeon graduated: 1745. Fuck, she really was old.

He couldn't help but wonder what happened, in all of Pigeon's years, to make her the way she was now: an old, seemingly sweet at first, but grumpy and paranoic lady? Sam shook his head and kept going, stoping in front of Pigeon's room.

She sat on the bed, staring out the window, silently thinking.

“Miss P, may I ask you about the painting on the wall?” His voice was low, respectful, but even then it kind of scared her, ripping the woman from her own mind.

“Yes. Yes, what is it?”

“How old were you at the time?”

“Barely 25, I think. It was very long ago.”

“Aracari was your mentor?”

“Yes. I haven't seen her in years. Is she still alive?” Pigeon turned her head to face him, making an invitation for him to enter and sit beside her, on the flowery green mattress. The question was genuine, it showed she still cared for the woman responsible for teaching her all she knows.

Sam did as she asked. “Yeah, she is. She still looks the same, also. It's weird knowing she was your mentor… how old is she, now?”

“Huh, probably around her… 400’s. She has a way of keeping out of trouble and alive. Nothing gets her, you see, not even Regulus and his… minions.” Pigeon's eyes became cloudy once more, she frowned at the mere mention of them.

“Enoch said… he said that Hollow you killed back there was Pansy's one. You know her, right? She sent it to kill you.”

“Then that disgraceful brat is out of prison? Huh, I should've thought she'd get out and come for me. That's what you get for sparing a life.”

“You did?”

“I am old, Mr. Finnegan, but I'm not any weak lady.” Her smile appeared again, proud. “It was one of the last times I left this Loop, though. It's a wonder she escaped and even found me. I didn't know Hollows could enter loops, they evolved.”

“Yeah, they became worse. You know… maybe Miss Peacock wants your help to catch Pansy again? You were the only one able to catch her the first time.”

“Back then it was different. I found her in France, around the 1940's, working for Regulus.”

“The 40's? I was there at the time.” Sam said, looking curious. “Only 1944, though. And she?”

“I'm… i'm sure it was around the same time.” Pigeon looked at him, kind of lost in thought. The day she captured Pansy, she was trying to flee Normandy with a bunch of kidnapped peculiars. Aurora might not have been able to save those children - or at least most of them -, but some did still run away from the chaos that was the fight.

For a moment, Aurora wondered if Sam could've been one of Pansy's victims if he was there at the wrong time. She could tell from his face that he never even saw Pansy, but Pigeon still couldn't help but feel bad at the memory of the kids killed by Pansy and her team's Hollows. None of them deserved to be caught in the crossfire.

“She was very important to Regulus and was taken alongside three other men. One of them died on the way to prison, and I believe another died after some years locked up…” Pigeon averted her gaze once more, trying to remember. “They usually worked as spies to Reg. Pansy was particularly good at it, we spent years trying to locate her. They'd drive those massive trucks around with peculiars locked on the back with Hollows. If anything happened, they'd let the monsters… do their job.” The woman's voice dropped as she heard a wing flutter and a coo, being taken from her memories back to the moment by a bird. Suddenly, she was up. “SPY!”

She sprung into action, grabbing a dagger from under the pillow beside her as a small pigeon entered through the window. She made quick work of it, using her own wings to hit it with enough force for the bird to fall on the ground, trying to flee - for her to grab it, nearly stabbing the creature when Sam stepped in.

“NO, MISS PIGEON, IT'S A MESSENGER!” He grabbed her arm, so the woman couldn't put the dagger in the bird's heart. It cooed in fright trying to free itself from her grasp. “It's okay, let it go!”

She still growled, but ultimately let the bird scurry away, trembling and all puffed up. It had a message tied to one of its feet and Seamus was quick to go and try calming the creature down.

He let the bird in his hands, carefully taking the letter out of its leg. Miss Pigeon, still in her altered state, was fast to grab the letter herself and open it, suspicion taking over her - now she didn't know if she could actually trust Seamus and Enoch.

After carefully reading and rereading it, though, she stared at the man. “Who is Pangea??”

“She's my friend! What happened?” A feeling of urgency took over him and he tried to take back the letter, but Pigeon stepped back in time to keep it.

“You'll answer me first, young man!” And now, she was pointing the dagger at him. “Who's Dean?”

Seamus felt his heart starting to race. “My boyfriend! For the Gods, Pigeon, what does this letter say??”

“B- boyfriend?” she looked at him, confused, then back at the letter. “Men can… what?”

“Things are a bit different in modern days, Miss P, now can I have it?”

She took a moment to think, then handed him the letter. Sam said a ‘thank you’ between his teeth before letting the bird rest on his shoulder to read it.

“What is it?” Enoch asked, appearing at the door.

“Fuckin’ all. Pangea had a vision and now they think we're dead or something. She saw us being attacked. Dean is panicking and Miss Peacock wants to send a rescue team to find us-” he looked over at Miss Pigeon, trying to understand why the fuck she was so defensive of the letter - and scared, honestly.

“Well, now that's fun.” Enoch crossed his arms. “Anything ‘bout dad ‘n Olive?”

“No, I'm not sure if they know yet. Rodion would've already be here if he knew anything happened to you, that's for sure.”

“Then I believe it's time you two go back to where you came from and leaave me alone.” Pigeon put the dagger back under her pillow, facing away from them. “I'm not required to care for you anymore. I killed the Hollow and gave you medicine, you know the way out. Shouldn't let your family waiting.”

“Pigeon, you need to come as well” Sam tried again, but she wasn't interested.

“No, I don't. You two better hit the road, ‘cause if my loop is invaded by your friends, I have every right to protect myself.”

Seamus knew what this meant and his mind went back to the gun she used to kill the Hollow. She wasn't kidding, clearly.

“Alright. We're leaving. C'mon, Enoch, we have better stuff to do.”

“You serious? I got my ribs broken for nothing?”

“It seems so, yes. Well… it was a pleasure meeting you, Miss P. I hope you change your mind.”

Seamus shoved the letter on his jacket's pocket as he got it back from where it was left, before grabbing Enoch by the arm. They both left the house as quickly as possible, going down the steps back to the ruined village, now free of the fog from earlier.

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Seamus took a breath as he stepped out of the room, helping Enoch find his footing. Their heads aching from the shift in pressure of the Pandeloop's portal - going from 1765 to 1886 was sure a big jump to make in time and doing so two times in a day had its consequences.

Both of them breathed in the stale air of the Devil's Acre, their eyes adjusting to the pale yellowish light of the place. They looked around - obviously, it was exactly the way they left it, but they felt like checking just to be sure they were not still in Pigeon's Loop. The bird, sitting upon Sam's shoulder let out a coo before flying off through the window - it needed as much rest as them, after the scare of the day.

Seamus took some steps further, the wooden floor creaking under his weight and, just before he could reach the door, it flung open.

Dean almost hit Sam's face with the speed he barged in, hugging him so hard both almost fell on the ground. “Oh fucking Gods, you are fucking alive!”

“Well, I told you.” Horace crossed his arms, unimpressed by both men's return. He was promptly shoved aside by Peggy and Pangea, though, as they entered the room as well.

“Shit! You scared the hell outta me!” Pang said, grabbing Enoch by the arm to take a look at his injuries. “What the fuck happened? Are you still in one piece? Where's Miss Pigeon?”

“She decided not to come…” Seamus said, read resting above Dean's - who was close to tears, still not believing his own eyes. “But yes, we're alive. She gave us a potion of sorts for the injuries and all that…”

“Was it a Hollow?” Horace asked, curious, looking from afar. “Well, that would explain the smell of you lot. And the clothes are ripped apart, oh my, I told you, Sam, dear, those modern-ish things are not worth a penny.”

“Your fancy-wancy tuxedo would be worse, stupid”, Enoch smiled, taunting. “Ya shoulda seen that thing breaking a gun, tho, it was fucking scary as all hell!”

“Sure, sure. I don't care. I was just here in case those two decided to run after you.” Horace rolled his eyes at Enoch's words, slipping a finger through a dusty shelf to make it seem like he wasn't as anxious and scared as them. “We should still get you checked out, though, and I doubt Mademoiselle Doc Pangs here will be of much use.”

Pangea stared at him. Fortunately for Horace, her patience was high today so she didn't bother with any answers. “By all means, you can get him to a healer. Why not Miss Eleanor, down Hanged-Man Street?”

“Me? And step in that filthy place?”

“Everywhere here is filthy, Mr. James, we're in hell. Now pick the pace, she'll know to call any Bone-Builder if she feels like it.”

Horace wanted to stay and try shoving the responsibility upon anyone else - but he wouldn't be able, so he just accepted defeat and helped Enoch out of the room. They'd have to walk for a bit, so it was better to just go now that the boy's pain was still at bay because of Pigeon's potion.

Dean finally let Seamus go, after he came back to his senses and accepted his lover was alive and - mostly - well.

“We should get going…” he said, after a deep breath. “Miss Peacock shouldn't be left waiting.”

“Nah, she should.” Seamus shook his head, bending down to pat Peggy's body. “I want to go talk to Black Jack first. I have some questions for him.”

“Jack? Why?”

“Because the Hollow inside Pigeon's Loop was sent there by Pansy.” Seamus started making his way through the Pandeloop, followed closely by both his boyfriend and best friend. “He worked with them rather closely, I have to get whatever info he has on her and… and Pigeon, if he has anything to say ‘bout her.”

“Huh. Then things were more agitated inside the Loop than we thought.” Pangea, with hands behind her back, let her eyes fall down upon Peggy, who guided the trio happily through the maze that place was.

#pretz oc #🥨🪶

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like-rain-or-confetti · 1 year

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Okay so just finished a few more episodes of Gotham and i got some shit to say that most definitely doesn't matter but I'm feeling heated. I'm half way through S4 and Bruce is in his partying depresso moment and I hate to say it...

But I'm fed up with him.

I can't help but feel like he's had all the help in the world? He's told what to do and what not to do and then gets upset because he ignored the advice he was given and then feels guilty etc for the consequences of his actions. Consequences he never seems to learn from. Yet I have to hear every 5 minutes that he knows he's ready? If I was him at this rate I'd decide whatever I wanted to do, the opposite has to be done. 😂

I get he's a teenager but if he could actually remember that himself, a lot of his pain wouldn't have happened.

And JFC how does Alfred fall for his shit and let him away with shit. YOU WERE HIS LEGAL GUARDIAN UNTIL HE GOT THOSE PAPERS. IF YOU DOUBLED DOWN AND NOT LET HIM WALK ALL OVER YOU, HE WOULDNT BE DOING HALF OF THIS SHIT. Papa Wayne trusted you to keep his son alive and safe. He said nothing about enabling him!

I'm over here looking at Selina who is a million times more tolerable yet she has NO guardians? She practically raised herself and is less problematic than Bruce?

He's been told time and time again not to go after people, does it anyway and is now all boo-hoo like this happened to him?

Sorry, not feeling sorry for Bruce Wayne at all at this point and the quicker he gets his shit together, the better.

Now show me more Jerome and Oswald teaming up and Riddler resurfacing please. If I need to endure anymore Bruce Wayne -woe-is-me- pity party shit, I'm going to lose my mind.

I feel like that wee kid who was high-pitched screaming "When will you learn, your actions have consequences!"🤦‍♀️

#vanity needs to stop talking #bruce wayne is annoying meeeee #im trying to be short and sweet and not spoil #but believe me i have a lot of shit to say

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helly-watermelonsmellinfellon · 2 years

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Mom signed Bethy up for a like bajillion free backpack programs this month because she starts school in August. So Bethy got one bag yesterday and tomorrow she'll get 2 more from different places. All of them filled with school supplies. She's signed up for like another two next week cuz we can't afford to get her school supplies or even get her new uniforms that would fit her.

So Bethy goes back to school in a couple weeks. We're being kicked out of the motel on the 31st and have nowhere to go. Mom's bank account is bounced so terribly she's nearing $1K in fees caused by a certain someone being a dumbass. When her next check comes in, the bank is going to take all of it(and it still won't even be enough to pay off all the fees) which means we'll have nothing for the storage units which are over $600 in debt by now. And we can't afford to miss more payments.

We have to rely on food stamps and food banks outside of my Ko-Fi earnings which usually gets us gas and food when we're out of other options. Mom's food stamps are on the line because we don't live in a house anymore. We're just waiting for the bad news on losing them. Also, she gets waaaaay less in Delaware than she did in Pennsylvania even though DE allows more options I guess?

We have money for gas tomorrow because I've gotten 3 Novella commissions and am writing my ass off for them! I can't plan for anything beyond that though and I am sick and tired of hearing my step-dad whine about no food and no gas and no this and no that. It's not as if he's done anything to help us besides pretend to be interested in church to get people at Bethy's church to share our GoFundMe. They gave a few hundred like a month ago and it was used on the storage unit to buy us another month.

I'm also sick of him invalidating Bethy's pain. Her knee is still swollen from dislocation and she has to wear this elaborate brace for it. Her leg from the knee up is still suuuuper puffy and she has pain in her knee every time she moves it. She has to do all these exercises too just to strengthen her leg again. And yet this asshole is like, "I'll trade my pain for yours since you wanna whine so much." Like, bitch, she's a 15 year old and her knee was literally all the way to the side of her leg. The pain of it being put back in plus the subsequent pain thereafter isn't something she's used to. She's allowed to be annoyed.

But noooo, he has to turn everything into a fucking competition. My pity for his dumbass knee if long gone by now if y'all couldn't tell.

He failed his stupid diet he put himself on and no doctors will do the leg surgery he needs. He literally had to lose 60lbs and had 6 months to do it and still hasn't lost anything. But what he does do is waste money on shit he don't need and then whine about how he doesn't understand why he weighs the same.

Dude, you ate one salad and a peach once a week and then ate popcorn, pistachios, and chips every single night without fail. You wasted food stamps on shit you didn't need but are out here wondering why you won't lose weight. So no, he had one job and refused to do it. He walks on his injured leg all the time to do everything and has even tried swindling money for the dirt races out of people(so his leg is fine enough for frivolity, huh?) and had numerous chances to get swimming as a form of exercise. He chose not to.

My pity is gone. Boo hoo. I'm out here busting my ass and wrists to write 60,000 words just to get $45 and whatever tips I get on the side for the effort, and he sits there whining day in and day out.

Being homeless and trapped in an 8x8x10 room with 3 other people for months at a time is terrible. -10/10. Wouldn't recommend.

#poverty #homelessness #i'm whining again

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vypcr · 2 years

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❝ I’M SCARED I FUCKED UP MY LIFE, ❞ Tory confesses, wiping away at her eyes. Stop fucking crying , she keeps telling herself, but it won’t stop. Can’t keep acting out every time she feels like shit inside. Too many impulsive decisions, too much letting how she feels control what she does instead of thinking things through. That’s why when this latest bomb dropped on her life, she stayed home. Stayed away from everyone. Currently trying to wait it out. But it didn’t take much for Hawk to figure out that something was up. Texting him helped, but admittedly, having him here is a lot better. She does resist a little, considering what happened the last time they both got worked up, but inevitably she caves, and it pours from her. ❝ It’s not just about me, either. What about Brandon? Kandace can use this shit against me. Not to mention all the other people that got hurt because I started that stupid fucking fight. ❞

She knows she has to sound really pathetic right now. ( Oh boo hoo, Tory’s throwing another pity party. ) Last thing she wants is to keep crying and complaining about the same thing over and over again, especially when it’s something she caused with her own actions, but it’s like no matter what she does, she can’t make it go away. Guilt is like a snake; it’s always there, laying in the grass, waiting for the perfect moment to bite and make everything painful all over again. Even worse is the feeling that says she doesn’t deserve to feel hurt about it , because wasn’t she the one that caused it? Isn’t this just karma or whatever? There’s a weight on her chest, so heavy it chokes her. The only thing that draws Tory’s attention away from it is the arm that circles her shoulder; a reminder that she’s not alone right now. He draws her in, holding her, and the contact alone breaks her. Tory stops fighting the sobs, shoulders shuddering as she lets herself lean into Hawk. For several minutes, all she does is cry. It’s all she can do. ❝ I’m sorry, ❞ she whispers, trying to break up the silence that manifests when she’s finally calm enough to think again. ❝ Your shirt is soaked now. Kinda gross. ❞

@furyof // nonverbal prompts

#furyof #[ic]#⚡ 𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊 ── ❝ 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞. ❞ ( 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐅 )#so anyway I started crying

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pigeonfancier · 2 years

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Occasionally my mother actually manages to get a bee in my bonnet, and I'm never entirely sure if I'm more annoyed at her for being crazy, or if I'm more annoyed at myself for perseverating over this. So a bit of public hissing to get this out of my system, cw she's an abusive ass:

So, tldr on irl bullshit lately!

My brother has been being a disaster - my parents let him live in our childhood house for the past 4-5 years, because they'd moved out back in 2015 or so, and they just sold the house. Once they'd sold it, they found out that my brother has no savings, had not bothered to find a new place, had flown a roommate in from across the country, and expected to move back into my parents basement with this random man.

My brother is, like, almost his mid fucking thirties at this point, for the recooooord.

So, my mother has been obsessing over the fact literally no one except him approved of the "moving-back-in" plan, and she's been furious over how no one has been sympathetic. Because it's just another sign of how he's just hated and slighted by everyone in the family, boo hoo, we are all monsters, etc, etc. Keep in mind: my sister and I have paid his rent before when he was in apartments, my dad only was charging him $300 or so monthly to rent this entire damn house, and on top of both those things, he returned that favour by absolutely fucking over the house through refusing to do any maintenance. My brother has been coddled in basically every way you can be.

Separate from that, I have been having cardiac issues all month, give or take. I've had issues with my heart since I was born, have always had chest pains, went to the cardiologist yearly as a child, so I've been collecting data on my blood pressure and BPM to drag into the office in a month or so. Because without data on everything, it is easier to dismiss me than it is to figure out what's fucking up now - this has been a huge, reoccurring problem for me for most of my life!

As a result, my sister, my father and my friends have all been very fussy about how I should avoid stress right now, stay calm and sit still. Because when you're pingponging between 90bpm to fucking 160bpm while literally just typing on a computer in your air conditioned home, and you have a strong family history of strokes.. no one wants you exerting yourself. For some reason! Irritating, but fair and reasonable. Reason why I’ve gotten off my ass and started properly gardening this year: it’s light exercise that doesn’t spike my bpm, doesn’t fucking wreck me, and has enough productivity to it that it doesn’t make me feel like it’s a waste of time.

No one except for my mother has been terribly interested in helping my brother out! So my mother has been helping my brother find a place and move instead, with my father paying for shit and providing physical labour. My sister is busy! I am busy, and the general consensus from everyone is that I should just hold the fuck still. Do light exercise, keep an eye on my heart rate, try to figure out what’ll bring it down and identify if there’s any triggers to it spiking up.

So, a few days ago, she heard my father and I discussing my heart rate! Specifically, the fact I fucked up my fat ratios on a meal the prior night, and I'd spent most of the day vomiting as a result, so he was expressing sympathy over my dealing with that AND the cardiac issues, and discussing how his heart had been a piece of shit in his twenties, when he decided to replace sleep and food with coffee and energy drinks while training for a fight. Turns out: that was a terrible idea!

My mother, upon hearing us talking, asked me if I'd help her out with getting rid of some of my brothers shit, by taking it and her to Goodwill. I said yeah, sure. Why not? My default inclination to people requesting help has always been to say yes, and the way I figured it was - I'm not moving anything, it's not a far drive, it's whatever, yeah?

It should have been whatever! But instead, once we are in the car and driving, she decided to start trying to scream at me about how my cardiac issues - which I have had since childhood, mind you! - are just from me getting ANXIOUS, and my father and I just like MAKING THINGS UP, and we need to GET OVER IT, etc etc. If I actually had any issues, I would have gone to the doctor immediately, but instead, I was either an IDIOT or else I was just COMPLAINING, and it's NOT A BIG DEAL, etc, etc, this entire laundry list of absolutely bizarre bullshit.

And not screaming, as in "spoke loudly", screaming as in "is she having a fucking psychotic break”, because I can’t say that I’ve ever expected the response to my heart fucking up would be someone screaming at me over it. Someone who does not pay my medical bills, mind, and who heard this all from eavesdropping.

So obviously, the trip did not happen. I did not take her to Goodwill, and I have not spoken to her since!

Because, first off: I have heart issues, because it's her shitty bloodline that has 16 year olds with fucking pacemakers and everyone having strokes. This is a genetic issue, which was exacerbated by medication I was given as an infant, and which I've been getting on and off medical care for since I was a fucking infant. They had the extensive medical bills to fucking prove it.

Second off: what the actual fuck?

This has been a few days now. There's been no apology, or acknowledgement of this batshittery, because, as she's said before point blank - she doesn't need to ever apologise to my father, sister or I, because you don't apologize to family. (She got bit over that, but apparently, still holds to it.) Instead, her solution has been to try and buy me shit!

This is batshit for many reasons, but one is: I do not like gifts. I petition every year for everyone to Just Not Do Christmas. I do not like birthday gifts. I do not like even getting cards. I accept them if they're given, for the most part, but if you spend more than $5 and you aren't my sister, I do not want it. If you’re giving me something period, you’re not my sister, and you have not explicitly asked my permission prior, I do not want it. This has been a thing forever.

The other reason it's batshit: she found my brother an apartment, but she thinks it's too expensive for him, so she's just planning on paying part of his bills every month. So, even if I was materialistic enough to be down with an item over an apology, for her screaming at me for my health issue taking attention away from her son.. I’d probably be materialistic enough that it would fall pretty fucking flat flat to get a $200 dollar item when she's talking about how she's going to have to budget to drop $100 or more every month on my older brother.

Crazy shit! She's always an asshole and you always have to keep that in mind when dealing with her. But this is way, way more overt crazy than I've had to deal with since I fucking turned 18 or so, and I'm just.. as baffled as I am irritated over all of this, because man. Man! She has a TBI that impacts her behavior, but there's really no excuse behind "isolate someone to scream at them while they’re experiencing severe trachycardia", ever, beyond being an abusive chucklefuck. And then trying to buy me shit to win back my tolerance afterwards is just..

Girl, you've been around me for 29 years and you still don't know I hate gifts, after at least 15 years of my saying, at least twice a year, every year, that I hate gifts? You spent the first ten years I was alive having to take me into a cardiologist every year for the EKG[?] weird jelly heart scan shit, and you’re going to scream that I don’t have any problems with my heart?

Literally anything to make my brother more of a victim, I fucking guess. I’m always so thrown and baffled over this shit, because.. I don’t know! It’s unflattering and inefficient and I can’t even imagine what results that she’s trying to get from the vast, vast, vast majority of her behaviour at this point, because it just doesn’t make common fucking sense. Which might be the whole TBI thing, but jesus fucking chriiist.

#d. rambles #just baffling!#baffling baffling baffling

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zombiesama · 5 years

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So since my earlier break down my mom has since 'apologized' but that apology was more so just 'sorry I had a rough day'

Not. 'Sorry I pretty much told you that your pain was an inconvenience while you were hunched over in agony'

So like. Theres that.

#rice rambles #were just pretending that never happened but whatever i cant hold a grudge or itll be worse in the long run #having a rough day isnt a good excuse for making your kid feel guilty for being in pain but i digress...#wasnt like it was avoidable pain either. its not like i injured myself somehow. no. its a monthly medical problem that can either be mildly #inconveniencing or entirely debilitating in terms of pain and this month it just happened to be entirely debilitating *shrug emoji*#like boo hoo bitch you had a bad day that doesnt cover your ass for scolding your kid and causing them to cry to the point of hyperventilati #ng and nearly throwing up #but whatever #whatever #im over it #its fine #vent /#she gave ne cookies as a peace offering and like fine whatever. ill pretend were cool so you can worry about other shit #'im putting the time i put in on your time card so youll have to pay me back eventually' mhm. as if like 12 bucks is equal to 45 minutes of #sobbing and feeling like an absolute failure just for being in pain and inconveniencing someone #but whatever. its fine. were cool. its whatever. mhm.

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genshinlover101 · 2 years

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Hey-is it alright if I could ask for a scenario where the reader had read too much horror books(since it’s still the Tevyat world)out of curiosity-but pretends not to be scared but they later nightmares of them dying and having horrible things happen to them bc of their vivid imagination so they wake up sweating and crying into their s/o’s(Hu Tao,Yoimiya,Ayaka,Yae and Ei)chest while they confess how scared they actually are and s/o proceeds to comfort them-I hope this wasn’t too much and take care!!!

Comforting You After a Nightmare

Characters: Hu Tao, Yoimiya, Ayaka, Yae Miko, Raiden Shogun

Warnings: None

A/n: Ah yes the Inazuma oonga boonga plus Hu Tao 😎

and thank you! You take care as well :)

• Hu Tao loved scary things, but she knew you couldn’t handle it to the same degree. She would give you a ton of horror book recommendations upon request.

• Hu Tao would inquire about your recent read. She also wanted to expand her arsenal of horror books so if you had a good recommendation she didn’t know about, she’d be ecstatic.

• You pretended you weren’t scared in the afternoon, but Hu Tao knew better. She is basically the queen of insinuating fear, so she knows what fear looks like and what it doesn’t.

You woke up in a cold sweat, your heartbeat was on a rampage. You clutched your chest desperately, unable to catch a breath. “Hu Tao-” you could barely let out, weakly shaking the girl beside you awake. “Hu Tao… wake up please.”

“Aiyaya? Why are you waking me up so early, is something the matter?” She had one eye barely struggling to keep open, the other glued shut by pure fatigue.

You nodded your head rapidly in response. “You were right, that horror book traumatized me. I had a dream of getting chased by a graveyard of spirits.” You talked like a child who was calling for their mommy late at night. You clung to her sleeve for comfort.

“Awh- boo hoo my sweetheart,” she felt a little entertained by the situation at hand. She told you that you couldn’t handle this degree of horror yet, but you didn’t listen. You’ve had nightmares before but you’ve never been jolted awake by one before.

She cuddled up against you, placing your head in her flat chest. Making sure you felt her presence in comparison to yours. Her soft heartbeat calmed you down, “Listen the spirits can’t get you while I’m here. If they try I’ll chase them all away.”

• Yoimiya wasn’t a big reader in general. She enjoyed listening to whatever you read, just not the actual action itself. She thought it was boring and took too long.

• You would tell Yoimiya about the recent horror novel you read, which etched the plot into your brain. Each detail you explained was a detail to further pop up in your future nightmare.

• Yoimiya teased you to half to death, she knew you were scared but you wanted to suck it up and pretend you weren’t. Worst mistake ever, you not only traumatized yourself by remembering each and every detail right before bed, but you were too prideful to ask her for extra support.

You shot straight up from your resting position, ripping yourself from Yoimiya’s warm embrace. “Argh-,” you had a mild migraine creeping emerging, you grasped your forehead in excruciating pain.

You looked at your girlfriend who was rubbing her eyes awake, her head tilted upwards in attention to you. “What’s wrong love?” She was still groggy from sleep. You didn’t want to admit but it was too hard to hide your obvious trembling and glossy eyes.

“I just had a nightmare…” you confessed short of breath, you thought at any point the demon from your dreams could lunge at you from the unknown darkness. You guessed Yoimiya could sense your uneasiness even through the pitch black.

Yoimiya was too tired to completely invest herself in calming you down, so instead, she dragged your body back downwards in her arms. The softness of her chest and the familiar texture of loose bandages on your face calmed you down way more than it should’ve.

“I told you not to read those books. But don’t worry, I won’t let anything hurt you while you’re in my arms.” She let out a hearty yawn, “Now go back to sleep yeah? We have a big day tomorrow for the festival.”

• Ayaka is a scaredy-cat. If she has the option to avoid the horror genre she will. She didn’t understand it either, who would purposely scare themselves when you could read romance or something for entertainment.

• would probably lecture you after you woke up after comforting. Afterward would ban you from reading horror books past 8 pm for the sake of both of your sleep.

• Ayaka always warned you not to read horror books that would inflict a strong reaction from you. She knew you would get nightmares and seek her comfort late at night when she was already exhausted.

You woke up with a loud shriek of fear, your body was cold and felt sensitive to the touch. Ayaka jolted to action from your loud scream, “Ayaka please-“ you clawed at her shadowed figure.

She was still half asleep confused at what the danger was, but she could tell your fear by the way your body cowered into hers. “Did something happen?” She asked you in a panic.

“Oh, Ayaka- I had a terrible nightmare where I died after jumping off a cliff from those monsters from my book.” You continued to shake terribly in her warm embrace.

She gave a deep sigh before she drew your body closer into her bosom. It was soft and warm, just the remedy you needed. She was very sleep-deprived from the nights before so you appreciated her willingness to help you without a sign of frustration. Although perhaps it was the adrenaline rush that gave her a sudden burst of energy.

“It’s gonna be alright. I’ll stay up with you till you can fall asleep,” she began gently brushing your hair with her fingers. “Do you want me to tell you a little fairytale that would calm me down? Let’s take your mind off of things shall we?”

• Yae Miko was a sucker for the horror genre, so she allowed a large section in her publishing house for it. But that didn’t necessarily mean she continuously indulged in reading them.

• You had requested Miko to provide you with some of the best horror books from her publishing house. She gave you her worst. They did not fail to exceed your expectations. To say the least, the moment you fell asleep you were warped into your worst nightmare.

• Yae Miko probably gave you that book on purpose. She wanted to tease you when you woke up from a nightmare but didn’t expect your reaction to be so overdramatic. Regardless she would comfort you.

You woke up soaked in your own tears, you patted your face in disbelief. Wide-eyed and snot dripping down your cheeks. You assumed Miko heard your little whimpers and she brought your vibrating body in her embrace.

“What’s the matter? Were the books I provided too scary for you to handle?” Like a mother, she swayed your body. She didn’t need a proper explanation to know the reason for your instability.

“Mhm, I had a horrible nightmare,” you clutched onto her loose nightgown. “I’m scared to go back to sleep Miko.” You buried your body closer to hers.

She gave you a multitude of kisses along your hairline before squeezing your face into her open chest. She was waiting for you to show vulnerability like this towards her so frankly, she was excited.

“Awwh- love I know it was scary,” She pouted with you, her voice was incredibly sultry but it comforted you. “It’s such a shame that series is so well written yet it inflicts this type of reaction. Hmm maybe I should discontinue it from my shelves, what do you say?”

• Ei didn’t understand the horror genre, let alone the concept of nightmares so she couldn’t sympathize. But she knew the basic gist of the definition and how it could affect someone.

• Ei would catch you with a horror book in hands occasionally, but it never phased you. None of the creepy pictures or poems, you seemed invulnerable to them.

• Ei found you in her personal library and picked out a specific horror book from the past that had invoked even a gruesome reaction out of her. She warned you but you didn’t listen, neither did she try and stop you.

You woke up trembling, no other visible reaction other than fear of the monster from your nightmare coming to get you from the darkness if you made a sound. You were so scared you couldn’t differentiate what was a dream and what was reality.

You even shook when Ei placed her hand on your shoulder. “What’s seems to be the matter? What happened?” She was in pure confusion, you remained unresponsive. “I’m not sure what happened, but I’m more than willing to talk about it with you?”

You took a deep breath, “I’m afraid I had a nightmare.” You held your head against your sweaty palms. “You were right I never should’ve read that book. It was too much for me to handle.”

She brought you into her chest, the plump softness was the exact antidote you needed. You heard her heartbeats, they almost seemed unreal but they comforted you. A sense of normality after that horrid nightmare.

“You know I never have any nightmares nothing can phase me anymore…” she tried sympathizing with you. “But sometimes I find myself thinking once more of my sister and friends. If what your experiencing is anything like that, then I pity you. I’m here and will protect you from that fabricated fate your dream exposed you to.”

#hu tao x reader #yoimiya x reader #ayaka x reader #yae miko x reader #raiden shogun x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #hu tao #yoimiya #kamisato ayaka #yae miko #raiden shogun

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of-a-chaotic-mind · 3 years

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That Escalated Quickly

Summary: Reader goes to a party with her friends to gather info on a new group of vampires in town that want Klaus dead. However, she’s kidnapped and Klaus must rescue her. The result? An eternity with the love of her life I suppose.

TW/CW: Klaus Mikaelson x Female!Reader. Canon violence ig? Blood, gun and gunshot wound, knife and stab wound, yeah canon violence about sums it up well.

Requested?: No

Word Count: 1,788

A/N: So, I googled whether a human dying with Klaus’s blood in their system would actually make them a vampire but I didn’t find anything so let’s just assume it would lol. Also, this turned out way longer than I had expected/planned. It’s been quite a while since I’ve watched tvd so I apologize if the transition is inaccurate :/ Anyway, I hope you enjoy the read! Requests are open and as always, love to all! P.S. when I say I would simp for this man... he and Elijah would be the death of meeeee.

Prompt: “Too bad the party is going to be hosted by people who want you dead. I heard they have a chocolate fountain.” “Don’t tempt me.”

Your POV

I adjust my outfit in the mirror as my boyfriend enters the room behind me. “My don’t you look ravishing,” he says as he wraps his arms around my waist and places soft kisses along my neck. I giggled at the tickle of his stubble and worm my way out of his arms to add the finishing touches to my outfit.

I notice him pouting out of the corner of my eye and make my way back to him as I finish my outfit, “Too bad the party is going to be hosted by people who want you dead. I heard they have a chocolate fountain.”

“Don’t tempt me,” he responds as I kiss his cheek and make my way out of our room to head downstairs and join the others. He follows closely behind and when I finally come to a stop downstairs, he wraps me in his arms once again and this time he full on buries his face in my neck. I can tell he’s not happy about the current mission. There’s a new group of vampires in Mystic Falls, the leader of which does not like Klaus at all. From what I heard it’s probably for a good reason but I’m not exactly keen on letting my boyfriend get killed for a mistake he made in the past.

Klaus is under orders to stay home and Elijah and Rebekah are staying behind to ensure that he follows said orders. Elena, Jeremy, Bonnie, Matt, Alaric and myself will be mingling among the party guests in attempts to pick up any information we can about the new vampires but of course at the request of Klaus and supply of Alaric and Jeremy, we’ll all be armed with stakes. Damon, Stefan, Caroline, and Tyler are all tasked with discretely patrolling the perimeter and listening for whatever they can. For the most part, they’re there in case we need back up.

I take the stake offered to me by Alaric and stuff it into the sleeve of my jacket and look around to make sure everyone is ready. As they are, I pry myself away from Klaus and press a quick kiss to his lips before heading out, “I’ll be fine, babe. Try not to worry too much while we’re gone.” I join the others outside and then we head off for the party.

Upon entering the house, my senses are already overwhelmed by the smell of booze and the deep bass thumping music. I follow Elena and Bonnie off towards the kitchen for a drink and leave the guys at the door looking around like lost puppies. I glance back and chuckle at the looks on their faces before turning back around to make sure I don’t lose Elena and Bonnie. We somehow manage to find something non-alcoholic in the kitchen and pour each of ourselves some to drink before departing the kitchen to wander among the crowd filling the large house.

Everything goes without a hitch for quite some time but the information pool is pretty dry. Finally, I decide that my bladder can’t take much more and head for the bathroom with promises to Elena and Bonnie to meet them and the guys back in the kitchen when I’m done. I find the bathroom without any issues, do my business, and then start to head back to the kitchen when I bump into a man who’s blocking the long hallway. “Uh, dude? Could you move? I need to get through,” I say as I try to go around him but he sidesteps to block my path.

“You’ll make excellent bait,” comes a scratchy voice behind me.

I turn around to face the newcomer, “Excuse me?”

“His scent is all over you. Don’t act stupid,” is his only answer. Shit. I drop the stake out of my sleeve and into my hand but before I can even begin to think of an escape plan, the man behind me grabs the stake and tosses it off behind him. Next thing I know, everything goes black and I have a splitting headache.

Third Person POV

Elena and Bonnie pause their conversation as Alaric, Jeremy, and Matt make their way over. Elena tilts her head, “Hey, did you guys happen to see (Y/n) on your way in here?”

They all shake their head and Alaric answers, “No, why? Should we be worried?” Elena and Bonnie share a look. “Possibly,” Bonnie answers, “She went to the bathroom about 20 minutes ago and still isn’t back.”

“I’ll go outside and let Damon and the others know. You four split up and see if you can find her,” Alaric orders before heading to the front door, the others splitting up to search as he does. Once he steps outside, Alaric pulls his phone out and dials Damon’s number.

It only rings once before the oldest Salvatore picks up, “Yeah, what’s up?”

“We’ve lost track of (Y/n) the girl’s said she went to the bathroom about 20 minutes ago but they haven’t seen her since. They’re inside with Jeremy and Matt looking for her now,” Alaric answers promptly.

“Alright, looks like they took the bait. I’ll let Elijah know, we’ll need Klaus to track her down,” comes Damon’s response.

“Are we sure that’s a good idea? This guy wants Klaus dead,” Alaric inquires once again for the third time this evening. “I told you, Klaus can handle himself. The only reason he’s not here is because (Y/n) insisted that he stay out of danger,” Damon replies with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“Okay, if you say so. I’ll round up the others and we can head back to the house for him,” Alaric says before hanging up the phone and heading back inside. Almost immediately he finds Elena, Bonnie, Jeremy, and Matt waiting for him.

Elena who’s on the phone perks up, “Hello! (Y/n)? Where are you?” She’s quiet as whoever is on the other end of the line says something. She looks at the others with concern plastered across her face, “I swear if you hurt her-” she’s interrupted and listens for a moment before hanging up the phone angrily and storming out of the house with the others in hot pursuit. Elena stomps over to where the vampires and werewolf have gathered, “They have her. They gave an address and said to make sure Klaus comes alone.”

“Oh, he’s going to be pissed,” Tyler adds.

“What are we going to do? We can’t just send Klaus in alone, can we?” Caroline questions the group.

Stefan, Damon, and Alaric all seem to share a look before Stefan answers, “We’ll leave that decision up to him.” With that, everyone climbs into the vehicles and heads back towards the Mikaelson’s home.

When the group piles out of the vehicles and steps inside the house, Klaus storms over, “Where is she?”

“Klaus, would you slow down and get your head on straight before you go barging into danger?” Rebekah pleas with her brother.

“Where. Is. She?” Klaus barks.

Everyone exchanges glances at each other, silently arguing over who will be the one to tell him. Finally, Elena speaks up, “There’s an old warehouse just outside of town. They have her there. They said to come alone.”

Without saying another word, Klaus is gone. Everyone looks to Elijah who takes a deep breath, “We’ll follow but we’ll keep our distance. If I know my brother, he won’t want to put her in any more danger than she’s already in, even if it means risking his life.”

As they all head off in pursuit of Klaus, Rebekah speaks up again, “Surely, they can’t actually kill him, can they? He’s a bloody Original for crying out loud.”

“I don’t know, Rebekah. All we can do right now is hope for the best,” Elijah answers.

Your POV I open my eyes slowly but the bright lights overhead still hurt my eyes. I look around and find myself in an old abandoned warehouse. My arms are chained to a rafter above my head and my feet are shackled to the floor. A tall, scraggly looking man steps into view, “Ah you’re awake.”

I recognize that voice as one of the men that ambushed me, “You’re pretty brave, you know that? You must be to kidnap the girlfriend of an original vampire.”

“Awwww boo hoo, he’s getting what he deserves,” the man mocks. Then the front door of the warehouse is kicked down and in walks my boyfriend.

I glare at him with a frown on my face, “I thought I told you to keep your ass out of danger?”

“Did you really think I’d listen?” he responds before launching himself after the men around me. It seems almost instantly that the men are wiped out. However, not before one of them manages to run me through with a knife. I can tell I don’t have long but Klaus breaks the chains holding my arms up and gently lays me on the ground, placing my head in his lap. He bites a gash into his forearm before placing it to my lips. I can sense the others gathering around us as I let Klaus’s blood enter my system. Within mere seconds the wound on my abdomen closes up and stops bleeding. Klaus helps me to my feet and we begin to follow the others back out to the vehicles. Suddenly, I hear a gunshot and feel immense pain in my back.

The man swears but is quickly cut off by Elijah who rips the man’s heart out of his chest. Klaus clutches me close to him, “I’m sorry, love. I should’ve been more careful.”

I laugh softly, “It’s alright, this was bound to happen eventually.”

When I wake up again, I find myself in mine and Klaus’s bedroom. Upon entering the room, Klaus notices that I’m awake and offers me a glass of what’s presumably blood. I down the glass as he climbs into bed beside me and wraps his arms around me. He presses a kiss to my forehead before asking, “What did you mean when you said that this was bound to happen eventually?”

I shrug and wipe my mouth, “It’s not like I want to grow old and die when I have such an amazing boyfriend and friends that I’d leave behind.”

“I suppose that’s fair, but I’d much rather you not have to go through all this,” he replies quietly.

“Don’t start blaming yourself. That will only make matters worse. Besides, I have basically have the professionals of how to be a vampire to teach me, I’ll be okay,” I laugh softly and cuddle closer into his chest before dozing off to sleep.

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Eliminated Part 2 (NSFW)

FanFic Friday Week 4 (Slightly Late) @rebelwrites

Clay Spenser x Reader (Reader is Full Metal’s sister)

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You stare at the invitation with mild contempt. It was overly shiny and sparkly, and covered in glitter. It was just plain gaudy. The amount of pink included should be outlawed. You hated this time of your 20’s. Everyone you knew was either getting married, buying houses, or having babies. Yet, you were still single. You chose your career, over a relationship. Well, according to your ex, that’s what happened.

In reality, you grew apart and lived different lives while struggling to make things work. In the end, they hadn’t worked out, and the problem had to be eliminated.

That had been a year ago. Now you were thirty years old, single, and too focused on your career to even meet a guy outside the office. And the dating world had gone digital in the last decade, leaving you completely out of the loop on where to even begin. The idea of meeting a guy from the internet left you unsettled and turned off.

You sigh and toss the envelope on the bar in front of you and reach for your drink.

Your phone chirps and you reach for it as someone sits in the seat next to you at the bar. Annoyed, you look up from your phone to give whoever it was that decided they needed to sit so close to you in an empty bar, a piece of your mind, only to find the blond haired and blue-eyed charmer known as Clay Spenser.

“Spenser,” you acknowledge.

He leans forward on the bar and motions for the bartender. He orders a beer and then snatches up the invitation. “Holy pinkness,” he chuckles.

You roll your eyes as you skim over the email you just received from a client.

“Always working?” Clay asks.

You glance up from your phone and realize you’re being rude. Sighing, you turn off the screen and set your phone down. “Usually,” you grumble in response.

Clay’s smile is easy, but you can see the way he’s watching you, like he’s reading your mood. “Bad day?” he asks.

“Yes… no… I don’t know.” You sigh and take a pull off your glass.

Clay chuckles again. “I’ve never known you to not have an answer.”

You shake your head and look down at your phone as a text message chirps through. You can feel Clay’s eyes on you, like they usually are, but you ignore him, like you usually do. Ever since that night at your brother’s house, when your ex had been eliminated, things had gotten interesting between the two of you.

The flirting was fun. But that’s all it was. Fun, right? He worked with you brother, he was younger than you, if only by a couple years, but he felt… wholesome. He wasn’t tainted like you were.

Before you can answer the string of text messages that came thru, your phone rings. When Harvey’s face pops up the screen you frown and debate answering it. You were done with him for the day. You groan and answer the facetime call. “Hey.”

Harvey’s smirk is annoying as he looks you over.

You rolled your eyes, knowing what he saw. White pinstripe halter stop that buttoned down the middle and showed ample cleavage but stayed professional. The black matching suit coat was off and draped around the back of the bar stool, so your vibrant black and watercolor tattoos that covered both arms were on display and contrasted against your professional attire.

“You need something?” you raise an eyebrow at him, waiting for his sardonic comments to start rolling in.

“Yeah, for you to get your head out of your ass. Let me guess, you’re at some dive bar, drink in hand, wallowing self-pity,” Harvey shoots at you as he levels you with a typical Specter head tilt.

You narrow your eyes at him as Clay chuckles.

“Boo hoo, your last college sorority sister is getting married. What do you care? You haven’t talked to the chick in two years. Put your big girl panties on and man up. I need you to meet a client.”

You pick up your drink and stare Harvey down as you toss back the remnants of the straight whiskey.

Harvey smirks, “We both know you can handle your liquor. So why don’t you take that SEAL team hot shot you got eating out of the palm of your hand and go meet the client. I’ll text you the address. It’s in Rochester.”

“Harvey, that’s an hour away and it’s a shitty neighborhood,” you shoot back him.

Harvey smirks. “Good thing you’ll have a bodyguard. Oh, and another thing. Get laid.” He hangs up the phone.

You let out a frustrated growl and slam the phone on the bar top.

Clay turns his big body towards you and smirks. “Need a bodyguard?”

You glare at him and grab your keys off the bar. You slide off the barstool and grab your black pinstripe jacket off the back. You take your time pulling it on. Clay’s eyes are on you. Once things are buttoned in place, your black jacket matching your black pants, you look up to meet Clay’s gaze and raise an eyebrow at him.

He smirks and lets his gaze wander over your body. He no longer hides his blatant attraction for you, and while he’s yet to act on it, he’s stared in many of your fantasy’s. How’d he get you off with those deft fingers. That scruffy beard adding pleasure as he ran kisses down your body.

His smirk widens, as if he can read your dirty thoughts. You keep your face indifferent though. You play it off with a roll of your eyes.

“I’ll drive,” he comments and holds out his hand.

You stare at those fingers before you think fuck it and hand over the keys to your Range Rover. You ignore him and turn toward the exist.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” he asks.

Confused you glance at him over your shoulder and groan when he’s holding up the pink wedding invitation. He laughs and looks at it. “It’s pretty horrible.”

“She an old sorority sister,” you sigh with a shrug. “She’s…bubbly.”

“I can’t believe you were ever in a sorority,” Clay sniggers. “Not Miss tattooed, ‘Punk Rock Princess over here.’ Miss, ‘I’ll eliminate any threats to my person.’”

You roll again and turn toward the door. “Bitch please,” you shook back at him. “I’m a God Damn Queen.”

~*~

“That was not what I was expecting,” Clay murmured when he pulled in your brother’s driveway, several hours later.

You glance over at him. He’d been quiet the entire drive back from the client’s house. “My job isn’t always mergers and acquisitions,” you state, knowing where his head was at. “Sure, they pay the bills and I’m damn good at it. But this, is why I became a lawyer. People like Carl Terron. People who were taken advantage of and used and degraded, and in the end lost everything. This case could be the case that changes laws and sets precedents, so that something like what happed to Terron, doesn’t happen to anyone else again. This case could help save lives.”

Clay turned to you during your passionate speech and watched you. When you stopped speaking, he reached out with his large hand and cupped the side of your face.

You freeze. For as much the two of you had been flirting for the past year, he’d never made a move before. His blazing blue eyes bore into yours. His intensity stirs something deep inside you. You wait, watching him, like a deer in the headlights.

His fingers curl around the back of your head as his calloused thumb caresses your cheek.

“Clay,” you say, not really sure why you’re stopping this.

He drops his hand almost instantly and you immediately miss the warmth of his palm. Pain flashes across his eyes, or regret maybe? “I’m sorry,” he sighs, and looks out the front window. “I know you’re still dealing with last year. I shouldn’t have come on so strong.”

“It’s not that,” you sigh, playing with the several rings on your fingers.

“Then what is it?” Clay asks, looking over at you, hurt still evident in his eyes.

His pain strikes you and you reach out and take his hand in yours. “I’m being stupid.” You play with those deft fingers in yours, and a blush tints your cheeks as you think of all your fantasies that those fingers played a staring role in.

“That’s a lie. You’re one of the smartest people I know,” Clay says and squeezes your fingers between his. “What’s going on with you today?”

You look up, startled, and find yourself staring into his endless baby blues. “What do you mean?” you ask, confused.

“I mean, you’re not yourself. Yeah, at client’s house you put on a good show, but before that, at the bar… now? What’s going on with you?” His gaze is piercing, and you find yourself at a loss for words.

You open your mouth, trying to find the words, when a knock on the window behind Clay startles you. “Shit!” you shriek and jump a mile out of your seat.

Clay turns, and you see your brother looming through the driver’s side window, flashlight shining in on you. You reach across the center console and lean over Clay’s big body and press the button for the window. “What the fuck?” you yell at Scott.

“What the fuck you doin out here?” Metal’s voice is deep and commanding.

“Sitting in the fuckin car, what’s it look like we’re doing? Jesus fucking Christ. What the fuck you out here for?” Your anger kicks up.

“It’s my house. I’m allowed to wonder why my baby sister is sitting in the dark in her car late at night. Where the fuck ya been? It’s past midnight,” Metal demands.

Pissed, you climb over the center console and get right into Clay’s lap. “Shit,” he groans and holds his arms out in surrender as you climb fully into his lap.

You ignore him as you settle onto his powerful thighs and get in your brother’s face through the window. “Why the fuck is it any of your business where the fuck I’ve been? Cut the shit Scott. I’m thirty fucking years old. I’ll do whatever the fuck I want, and you can fuck off,” you shout at him.

Scott laughs and you roll your eyes. “Spenser though, really?”

“Fuck yeah, and fuck you,” you shout back him, a smirk on your face.

“Fuck you,” Scott grumbles and heads for the house.

When Scott was gone, you let out a chuckle and lean into Clay. You find yourself tucked against him, your head on his shoulder, in the crook of his neck. “Hold me,” you murmur into his ear.

His arms come around you in a tight embrace and cradles you against his warm body. You’re curled against his chest and for the first time in who knew how many years, you finally felt safe. He is solid and broad and strong, and you relish the feeling of being in his arms.

You take a deep breath, breathing in his scent and close your eyes. He smells like home.

“Y/n, what was that about?” Clay asks softly.

You shake your head, not wanting to break the moment. He’s so warm, so safe.

Clay’s large hand slides up your back and his fingers card through your hair.

“Do you think I’m a bad person?” you ask, before he can say anything.

Clay stills, his hand fisted in your hair. “No. Why would you think that?”

“Before… you had asked me what was going on with me today,” you murmur into his neck, finding it easier to speak without looking at him.

His hand not fisted into your chignon, rubs idle circles on your back. Calming… soothing. “Does this have to do with your ex?” he asks.

You nod slowly. “He was friends with all my friends in college. We met our freshman year. We had all the same friends. So that Wedding invitation just brought up a bunch of old memories, both good and bad,” you sigh.

Clay’s fingers massage your scalp as he holds you tight against him. “No, I don’t think you’re a bad person,” he finally answers. “I think you’re strong and fierce and aren’t afraid to stand up for yourself. You can take care of yourself and others and eliminate any problems that comes your way.”

You find yourself smiling against his neck. You pull back to look him in the eyes. There’s a seriousness in his blazing blue eyes that you hadn’t seen before. It makes you pause and take him in, really take him in. For all the flirting and banter the two of you had thrown back and forth for the past year, you hadn’t really stopped to consider how fucking real he was.

There was a raw honesty in those baby blues that grasped at your heartstrings and pulled. What you had mistaken as wholesome, was in actuality, genuine and real. You were surrounded by fake people on the daily, but Clay Spenser, was as real as they came.

You reach up and run your fingers through his scruffy beard. It was softer than you expect. His eyes are on your face, watching your every move. It’s clear by his cautious gaze, he’s waiting for you to make the first move.

So, you do. You lean forward, lacing your fingers through his beard and pull his mouth down to yours at the same time. His fingers tighten in your hair, and you gasp as he pulls your hair so deliciously. He takes advantage of your gasp and his tongue sweeps in. Your eyes drift close as the kiss turns more passionate.

You shift against him and realize your pencil skirt is ridiculous and not cooperating. You groan when he nibbles on your bottom lip. You try to pull away, but he’s got a firm grip in your hair, so you whimper against his lips.

His chuckle has your eyes opening. His eyes are watching you while he bites down just a bit harder. His hand slides up your thigh and under your pencil skirt with ease. You whimper again and let your eyes fall close. He releases your lip, so you use his beard to pull his mouth back to yours. “Uh uh, baby,” he murmurs against your lips.

You snap open your eyes again, and he’s smirking down at you. “Bu-”

“Shh,” he whispers. “Trust me?”

You gasp slightly and your eyes go wide. The earnestness in his gaze has you nodding though. It’s reluctant and slow, and Clay seems to get that. He presses a soft kiss to your lips before he whispers, “Close your eyes.”

And you do. You rest your head in the crook of his neck and let him take care of you.

His hands work magic on your body. One slides down and manages to undo the clasp and zipper at the back of your pencil skirt while his other hand slides up your thigh to your core and he chuckles when he finds the lack of panties. “Naughty, naughty,” he murmurs.

You smirk and place an open-mouthed kiss to the column of his neck.

The sharp pinch to your inner thigh has you jumping and groaning. “None of that,” he orders, his voice deep.

You let out a pathetic whimper and give into him. His deft finger’s part your folds and he chuckles again, “So wet for me, baby.”

He takes his time sliding one long and thick finger all the way to the knuckle and you part your thighs as much as the now unzipped pencil skirt will allow. He slides in a second finger, and you groan. God his fingers are thick. God damn, do they feel good.

His thumb circles your clit almost teasingly and you thrust your hips up to try and get some friction from it. The pinch to your nipple comes as a surprise and you let out a low groan. “Be good.” Clay commands, softly.

You run your hand through his beard and slide it to the back of his head, curling your fingers in his curls.

His pace is brutal and you’re barely holding on when his mouth covers yours and he says, “Come for me,” against your lips.

You shatter into a million pieces in the front seat of your Range Rover. “Good girl,” Clay’s voice is rough and deep and has you opening your eyes. He watching you with a reverent smile on his lips.

You grin and use his beard to pull his mouth to yours again. His fingers in your cunt swirl again and let out a low groan. “Wanna come inside?” you ask.

He chuckles and swirls his fingers again. “I thought I already was.”

You close your eyes and let out a little whimper. “The house Clay.”

“Your brother gonna kill me?”

“Nah, I’ll deal with Scott.”

“Gonna eliminate him?”

“I’m gonna eliminate you if you don’t finish what you started.” His rich laugh puts a smile on your face, and you have a thought. “Hey, you wanna go to a wedding with me?”

“Do I have to wear a tie?”

Your eyes snap open to take in his goofy face and grin. “Only if you wanna use it to tie me up later,” you smirk at him.

He grins wickedly and curls his fingers inside you, sending you over the edge again.

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