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sparklingchim · 2 years

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long way home 21 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 2.7k

genre: dilf!jungkook, friends to lovers, angst

rating: pg

warnings: jaykay being a huge simp for miss oc, he ,,, licks her lip gloss off his face ???? 🥸 don't ask plis, them lowkey acting like a couple but it's all platonic guys !!!!! don't worry !!!! , sad gukkie in the end 😔, his broken heart </3 awakens the lil whore in him 😐

summary: the one where jungkook gives up.

a/n: talking bout this jungkook look in this chapter <3 without the bucket hat tho !!

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08| 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 |

masterlist | long way home masterlist

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4 years ago

"You're early," you say as Jungkook slips out of his shoes in the hallway.

"Was bored at home so I figured I might as well come over." Jungkook bends down to gives you a peck on the cheek.

"So that's why I kept getting Snapchat notifications from you?"

He stops, leaning away from you. "You saw and ignored me ?" There's an accusatory pitch to his voice, the perfect complement to the frown that slowly contorts his features.

"I'm doing my make-up. I don't have time for your silly snaps," you huff and turn on your heels, heading back to the living room.

Tonight Jungkook, Namjoon, Seulgi and you were going to go clubbing. It's been a while since the last time you went out so you're excited...to get drunk.

You hop onto the little cushion you have placed in front of the coffee table. You've been sitting here for a while, doing your make-up while watching a kdrama on TV.

"They weren't silly. I was showing you my outfit." Jungkook follows you and sits down somewhere behind you on the couch.

You turn around. He's wearing a black t-shirt, plad shirt on top and a leather jacket. The tight, ripped jeans he is wearing accentuates Jungkook's muscular thighs and oh wow, the holes on both knees are big enough to get a glimpse of his thighs and...you actually have to gulp to think straight again.

"I like this," you point out, tugging at the plad shirt. Your voice seems a little thick so you turn back around again and busy yourself with putting on make-up to hide your flaming cheeks. You see a little grin playing on Jungkook's lips through the small mirror placed in front of you.

"You can change the channel if you want," you offer as you put on some (actually, a lot ) blush on your cheeks.

"I don't mind."

You furrow your brows. You look at Jungkook through the mirror and notice that he's still staring at you. "Came to watch me getting ready or what?"

Jungkook shrugs. "Better than lazing around at home alone."

"You should get yourself a girlfriend then."

Jungkook nudges your back with his foot. "You don't wanna spend time with me?"

"No but, you shouldn't feel lonely."

"But it's fine when I'm with you."

"What, so you wanna spend the rest of your life with me?"

"Well, yeah?" He says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. As if he couldn't believe that you'd ever dare to ask him such a foolish question. "Obviously I am." Big round doe eyes watching you.

Instinctively, a smile flits across your face as you register Jungkook's sweet words.

"Kinda rude of you not to say anything back," Jungkook utters in the tiniest pout, mock offense leaking through this gentle voice.

"Just keep saying nice things like that and I'll consider spending my life with you."

"You act like I'm hardly being nice to you."

"You bailed on me yesterday," you remind him, grabbing the eyelash curler.

"I told you beforehand that I wasn't sure if I could make it."

"Had to get boba all by myself."

"You could've asked Seulgi?"

Yeah, you could've. But it wouldn't have been the same cause you wanted to go with him.

You don't say anything in return, focusing on making your lashes look longer.

"Watchu gonna wear?" Jungkook asks after a while, but you don't hear him. Well, yes you do actually hear him but you're in the midst of coating your lashes with mascara. Definitely not a good time to start a convo.

Jungkook pokes your side with his foot. "Jungkook," you whine and Jungkook snickers at the immediate pout that pushes at your lips.

"That's what you get for ignoring me."

You smudged the brush of your mascara on your eyelid. When you lean back from the mirror you can see how his smile has him scrunching up his nose and how he gloats over teasing you. Asshole.

"Go get me a cotton swab," you demand, tugging on Jungkook's pants to get him to stand up.

Jungkook pats your head when he brushes past you to get to the bathroom. You shoot daggers with your eyes when you feel his hand, the playful twinkle in his eyes not showing anything remotely close to remorse.

Seconds later he comes back with the cotton swab. "Want me to clean it?" He's standing next to your seated figure, looking hella tall as you look up at him.

"Need to wet it first," you answer, making a grab for the cotton swab, but Jungkook holds it out of your reach. "Huh?"

"Tongue out."

You blink.

What.

Jungkook clicks his tongue, sounding a tad bit annoyed when you don't proceed to do what he told you.

He pops one end of the swab in his mouth for a second and sits down on his knees in front of you, softly grabbing you by the chin to draw your face closer.

Your reaction to Jungkook's weird antics is a little slow - you only manage to squeak "ew" once the wet cotton touches your eyelid. Your fingers fly up to his wrist, though you don't stop him. You curl your fingers around him. "You're so disgusting." You wrinkle your nose.

"I'm just helping you." He mumbles the words to himself and you find it almost adorable how concentrated he is right now.

"Weirdo."

Jungkook tosses the cotton swab on the table after he's done. He remains seated next to you, leans back against the couch and plants his feet on the carpet.

You subtly sneak a peek at Jungkook, his ripped jeans rousing emotions in you that has your skin prickle with a thin layer of heat. Your best friend looks hot today.

Forcing your attention back to finish your make-up, you screw your lip gloss and brush the applicator over your lips. You cover the whole of your lips in the sparkling substance.

"What?" you ask when you see Jungkook staring at you applying lip gloss. You turn to him, holding the lip gloss close to his face. There's a faint dust of pink on his cheeks when you meet his eyes. "Want some?"

He shoves your wrist away.

"Tastes like cherry," you coax him, putting a little more on your lips before you smack your mouth for emphasis.

"I'll pass."

You screw the lip gloss shut and place it on the table.

"Are you ready soon? Namjoon's always on my ass when I'm running late."

"Yeah, just need to change," you reply, leaning on Jungkook's shoulders to get to your feet.

Padding to your bedroom you start to rid yourself of your clothes. You change your bra into a strapless one. Then you grab the black dress from your bed that you selected earlier and quickly change into it. It's a pretty dress you've recently bought. It has a straight neckline and is long-sleeved, but it only reaches mid-thigh and has a slit at the side.

You puff in frustration when you have trouble zipping up your dress.

"Jungkook?" you call him and try with impatient hands to close the zip yourself, but it's no use.

A few seconds later you hear his footsteps on the floor approaching your bedroom.

"What's wrong, baby?" he slowly opens the door and peers in with his head. His eyes are wide when he takes in your whole figure.

You show him the backside of your unzipped dress. "Help me, please."

Jungkook chuckles at your helpless state.

Soon you feel his hand gently pushing your hair to one side of your shoulder. He zips up your dress in a matter of seconds. You don't wanna complain, but feeling his hands on you felt nice. Made you feel fuzzy inside.

"You look really fucking pretty."

The giddy feeling grows at his gaze. You stand on tippy toes to peck his cheek and beam a "thank you".

As you pull back, you see the subtle rosy mark of your mouth on Jungkook's cheek. "Oops."

But then Jungkook swipes a fingers over the shiny stain on his cheek pops his tongue out to give it a little lick.

"What are you-" you stop yourself, looking at him in disbelieve.

"You made me curious with the cherry flavour."

You walk to your bedside table to grab a tissue. "You haven't even had a sip of alcohol and you're already acting so weird."

"Yeah but you're the one who transforms into the weirdest person on earth when you're drunk."

"Pschh," you shush him, trying to wipe the lip gloss off his face as best you can. "We don't talk about that."

Jungkook chuckles and playfully jabs you in the side.

You jerk at that. "Yah, I had enough of that today." You press the tissue against his chest and leave the room.

"Come back to me," you hear Jungkook whine in the back.

You're on your third drink of the night.

Despite your plans to get drunk, you're still pretty much sober.

Namjoon has been getting you drinks he thinks are "so goddamm delicious", but every time you have to disappoint him with an involuntary grimace after taking a small sip.

You shouldn't have told him that you wanted to try something new tonight. Because now he's coming back to your table with his fourth attempt to make you like some of his favourites.

"Here." Namjoon presents you another drink. He sits down next to Seulgi. "This one is really good. I promise."

Warily, you give it a try.

When Namjoon doesn't see you pulling a grimace he says, "See? I told you it was good."

"You said that all the times before. This is the fourth drink," Seulgi points out.

Namjoon shrugs. "My job is done here." His gaze wanders from the bar to the crowd of people dancing on the dance floor. He clasps his hands. "I'm just gonna..." He walks into the crowd of people and you hope he won't try to impress a girl with his poor choices of drinks.

You feel the glass slip in your hand as Jungkook takes it. He's been sitting next you all night.

You watch him taste it. "Isn't this a little too strong for you?"

"Yeah, but I didn't want him get me another one. So I didn't say anything."

"He would've spent the whole night trying to find something you'd like," Seulgi says, sipping on her own drink.

"You think we'll see him again?" you ask Jungkook, pointing at the crowd where Namjoon has disappeared.

"Nah, he told me he needed to get his mind off things today."

You notice a guy looking at you from across the club. He's leaning against the bar counter. You intuitively you move closer to Jungkook. He immediately understands, resting his warm hand on your thigh. And as quickly as the guy eyed you up and down he spins around.

Having Jungkook as your friend comes in handy sometimes.

"Oh, me too," Seulgi groans.

Your eyebrows furrow at that. Nothing has happened in her life recently that should make her say something like that.

"Why?" you inquire.

"I'll tell you later." She pushes the glass you had placed on the table into your hand. "Let's get drunk and then dance, please."

"But..." You examine the drink in your hands. "I don't wanna drink this."

"What do you want? Lemme get you something," Jungkook offers. He holds his empty glass up. "Gonna get myself something too."

"Strawberry Daiquiri, please."

As Jungkook leaves, you feel Seulgi's gaze on you.

You cock your head to the side. "What's up?"

Seulgi downs the rest of her drink. "I don't understand you."

Scooting a little closer to her - now that Jungkook's gone, you can feel the looks of many men ogling at Seulgi and you - you change glasses with Seulgi because whatever it was that Namjoon had got for you, it was a bit too much.

"Watchu mean?"

"I just don't get why you and Jungkook don't...y'know, try to be more than friends."

You quirk an eyebrow but Seulgi remains unfazed. She's confronted you with this question multiple times - most of the times with a sharp sideway glance at Jungkook, eyebrows up on her forehead and then back at you.

"Never."

"At least fuck him?"

"Seulgi."

"You don't think he's fuckable? Y/n, please. Don't tell me you haven't been staring at those thighs all night 'cause I certainly did."

"Jungkook is handsome, but that's not the point."

"Then tell me. What's stopping you?"

You tap a manicured finger on the round of the glass. A sigh escapes your lips.

"What?" she asks. "Does he not meet your standards? Is he not enough for you?"

"I - I don't know."

Seulgi wears a questioning look on her face. "What do you mean you don't know?"

"I don't wanna ruin what we have right now." You shrug. "I don't want things to get weird between us. I mean, yeah, I shouldn't assume what could happen without even trying but ... I don't wanna risk anything. Not with Jungkook." You nibble at your bottom lip. "I can't imagine my life without Jungkook. And I don't wanna lose him because of something stupid that could've easily been avoided."

"As long as I have him in my life I don't care in which relation to me. I just need him," you tell her.

"Jungkook's got you wrapped around his finger," Seulgi says.

"No." you frown, deeply in denial. "I just really like him."

You switch glasses with Seulgi again and take a big sip of whatever Namjoon had ordered.

"Let's talk about something else."

"I just don't get why you and Jungkook don't...y'know, try to be more than friends."

Jungkook comes to an abrupt halt.

Had he really just hear Seulgi say that? To you?

Jungkook shouldn't be listening on your conversation. He knows that. But he had to know your answer to Seulgi's question.

"Never."

Was this his instant karma for eavesdropping?

Jungkook feels something twist in his stomach with a strange pain.

It's not like he expected a different answer. But maybe there was a spark of hope that made his heart beat a little faster.

He almost starts walking again when he hear Seulgi asking, "At least fuck him?"

And that catches his attention again.

"Seulgi."

"You don't think he's fuckable? Y/n, please. Don't tell me you haven't been staring at those thighs all night Cause I certainly did."

He's noticed your glances. But he didn't think anything of it.

"Jungkook is handsome, but that's not the point."

Jungkook has spent a lot of time thinking about what he could do or change for you to make you like him the way he likes you. So what is he missing?

"What?" Seulgi asks. "Does he not meet your standards? Is he not enough for you?"

Jungkook gulps.

Suddenly the whole club is silent. And he's waiting for your answer. Seconds pass and you don't say a single word.

All at once, every cell in Jungkook's body becomes ice cold and every part of him freezes. His feet are frozen in place. He can't move. Jungkook needs to know what you're gonna say next.

He must look ridiculous right now - standing quietly in a club while everyone around him is dancing, chatting and laughing.

"I - I don't know."

Everything is silent in Jungkook's ears, but at that moment, he heard his heart breaking. Right in the middle. And Jungkook knows he isn't imagining it, because he felt it. It's deep and painful and so intense.

And that's Jungkook's cue to turn around and leave.

Jungkook doesn't allow himself to dwell on his feelings. He shouldn't be having them in the first place. It was his own fault. His own stupidity.

So he walks back to the bar, putting both drinks on the counter. He exhales deeply and stares at the marbled counter to calm himself.

In the corner of his eye sees a woman standing right next to him. Jungkook looks at her. She has a playful, teasing smile on her crimson lips. And soon, he feels himself looking at her the same way.

"Hey," Jungkook says.

"Hi." She bats her eyelashes. "Can I have that?" She points her finger at the Strawberry Daiquiri he had originally ordered for you.

"Of course." He hands her the drink. Jungkook won't come back to you anyway.

"What's your name, pretty?"

She giggles at the pet name.

"I'm Sora."

#jeon jungkook #jungkook angst #dilf jungkook #jungkook fic #jungkook scenario #bts angst #bts fanfic #bts imagine #jungkook x reader

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kyouka-supremacy · 3 months

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hii again!! thank you for answering my asks hehe 😊🤭

Going off from your response (about the bsd ladies ✨), I have some random questions for you 💗

Who is your favourite bsd *female* character?

Who is one female character you'd want to rewrite?

And who is the female character you see the most wasted potential in?

No pressure btw!

Omg hi thank you so much for this ask I love sharing opinions almost as much as I love talking about women 💞💞💞

Favourite bsd *female* character?

All of them LMAO. But Kyouka holds a special place in my heart <3 I mean, I think she's quite objectively the best written female character in this series, if anything because she gets an actual character arc beyond the two occasional chapters of spotlight. I really like the inherent duality of her character in being both a skilled assassin and a little girl (and how it can be both tragic and hilarious! The versatility). Her character arc is sincerely compelling, I'm a sucker for any character who's just doing their very best to be a good person even when it feels like going against their nature. Her backstory is so tragic! Her relationship with her ability is so interesting! But I just love how truly… Strong-willed she is, how determined and resolute she can be; she's truly inspiring. If you ask me, she's got that charm of magical girls anime: sometimes you really need to see little girls defeat unimaginable evils with the power of love to heal your heart. And the fact that she doesn't really fit the trope of happy-go-lucky girl is all the more capturing!! Again, I really love the interior conflict - or coexistence - between her dark, ruthless side, and the side that likes bunnies and crepes and girly things; it makes her so authentically and unmistakably Kyouka. I appreciate how she's the only character who can sort of keep up with the protagonist role to ss/kk and s/kk, and she's only 14 eheh. And I LOVE her interactions with the other characters, so much!!!! I adore her relationship with Atsushi (truly. Not even remotely close to how much I talk about them), and I feel like they truly deserve each other in a lot of ways. The way Kyouka's sharp attitude and blunt personality fit and mitigate Atsushi's eternal indecisiveness and insecurity and the way Atsushi reminds Kyouka every day that she can do good and that she is good. How they saved each other and how they keep saving each other every day. I've said it a lot of times that Atsushi is profoundly selfish and that all good actions he does are to be traced back to some twisted conception of self-survival, but if there's really anyone Atsushi loves selflessly and unconditionally, that has to be Kyouka. If there is such a thing as platonic soulmates, Kyouka and Atsushi definitely are for me; they're just so siblings in a way I can't even put in words. AND AND AND her relationship with Akutagawa I've talked about endlessly before!!! Her relationship with Dazai!!! KOUYOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Kyouka and Kouyou chapter my beloved aka the only bsd chapter to pass the Bechdel test). Omg potentially Yosano!!!!! Kenji Kenji Kenji!!!!!!!!! I just. Love Kyouka a lot okay she gets me emotional. Kyouka supremacy forever. (Also, she's dubbed by beloved tpn Emma va Sumire Morohoshi :') )

*Catches breath*

One female character you'd want to rewrite?

Ah, as of now, definitely Teruko. Here's the story I imagine her having: she fought the Great War by Fukuchi's side, as her second in command; despite what her appearance may have looked like back then, she's about the same age as him. She doesn't love or worship him, but she surely admires him a lot; they were comrades and she learnt from him a lot of her ideals on how soldierse have to stain their hands and do horrible, ruthless things in order for the majority of citizens to live safe and happy. She learnt to adore the cause because of him, and she's very loyal to her uniform. She started dressing as a young girl after the war ended, as a way to negate the cruel and traumatic experience of war in her mind and withdraw to the unknowing, happy times of childhood (while still staying her and self-aware; it's just an ephemeral relief). The rest of the story proceeds pretty much as it is in canon, but when Fukuchi reveals to her that he's actually a terrorist working with the doa, she doesn't side with him. She actually feels throughout betrayed, because he had been this pillar of justice and integrity for her, and knowing he was actually a terrorist left her shell-shocked. She DOES act like she's following him, because she is smart and experienced and she knows that she can't take him on her own (differently from Tachihara and Jouno who faced him alone with no backup. Lol. They're a little stupid.), and waits for the moment he lets his guard down to strike and impale him. AND NOT BECAUSE HE ASKED HER TO. WHICH IS HONESTLY TERRIBLE UNDER EVERY ASPECT. Insert here a flashback with her backstory and how Fukuchi himself taught her that justice comes before anything else, because it's the prime tool to serve citizens and pursue world peace. Interior turmoil and trauma for killing the person she respects the most ensues. Now that's how I would write Teruko, because I care about her.

Female character you see the most wasted potential in?

Probably Naomi!!! I love how sly and ingenious she is even in spite of not having an ability, I really hope we'll get to see more of her. I like the theory of her being a projection of Jun'ichirou's ability, although I acknowledge it's problematic in the way it takes away even more agency from her character; even then, it would be cool if she took the form of some kind of sentient ability like Gab in 55 Minutes, or if Jun'ichirou himself was a projection of Naomi (eh. a girl can dream). I really like @frankenjoly's headcanon that she and Mori would be besties, I think about it a lot ahah, I can really see it.

ALSO Higuchi and her ability C'MON I know it's there!!! It MUST be there because bsd so far has been following a very strict pattern where all characters named after writers have abilities, while non ability users are named after novels' characters or non-writers irl people (not to talk about Sakunosuke Oda's The Literature of Possibility passage that's mentioned at the start of the Dark Era novel, with the novel creating a DIRECT connection between writers irl and ability users in the bsd world). I really really hope after this arc is over we'll get an Higuchi arc!!!!

That said, pretty all characters I feel have wasted potential pffttt. Give Lucy and Yosano more screentime!! BRING KOUYOU BACK!!!!!! Finally elaborate on Agatha who's the only female organization leader!!!!! Gin!!!!!!! Wells!!!!!!!!!!

#Sorry for the tag Clau!!!!#kyōka izumi #teruko ōkura #naomi tanizaki #ichiyō higuchi #bsd #bungou stray dogs #mine #people asks me stuff #Thank you again for the ask (ㅅ´ ˘ )♡

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kudouusagi · 1 year

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KSB 14-epilogue spoilers

Chapter is out and it's going to take me longer than normal to translate because I have to take care of my puppy >.> but here is a summary!

A few days later Morinaga shows up at the school and runs into Souichi's helpers who tell him that since Souichi is a young teacher there's all sorts of rumors going around about him. They talk about the girl who hit on him and how he just told her he wasn't interested in her and they're like "yeah that's very like Tatsumi-san". Morinaga worries that she might try to cause problems for him but the helpers say that because the girl already has a reputation for hitting on multiple teachers it wouldn't matter. All of her friends just told her she got what she deserved. But apparently now both guys and girls are going to talk to him all the time and asking how to become his helper because they want to hit on him. Morinaga goes home and finds Souichi sleeping on the couch. He asks why he's so tired and Souichi says that it's because people keep talking to him constantly and he kicks a lot of them out but he can't kick them all out because they have actual questions and stuff. Souichi says they'll get tired of it eventually but then Morinaga suggests they get rings. Saying that it would be a symbol to get rid of people without having to deal with them. Souichi doesn't understand since he never looks at people's hands and doesn't care but Morinaga tells him it will work. So Souichi kind of agrees and Morianga says he'll have one by the next time he comes back. Morinaga goes out and buys them matching rings but when he comes back to Nagoya he finds Souichi already wearing a ring. Morinaga is upset about it since he hasn't given him the ring he bought yet and Souchi says waiting for Morinaga to come back would have been 2 weeks and so would have taken too long so he bought it on amazon for 1000 yen and it has actually worked. People have been leaving him alone. Morinaga takes off the cheap ring and throws it away and tries to give Souichi the ring he bought but Souichi asks why there are two. Morinaga's like "it's because they're a pair that they work!" Souichi says he's not wearing matching rings and Morinaga's like "fine I won't wear it in front of you so it doesn't seem like a matching thing." "I bought them because I thought it would suit you" and guilts him into taking it but then he sees that Morinaga engraved them with "T&S forever" so he gets pissed off about that and refuses to wear it. He agrees to wear it only if he gets the engraving removed.

#koisuru boukun

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mlqueen89 · 11 months

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never find another like me | 01. goldfish

pairing: jamie tartt x OFC (ted lasso)

rating: T(language)

word count: 5,147

summary: i know that i'm a handful baby, uh. i know i never think before i jump. Richmond calling - Nat arrives across the pond for a life-changing opportunity.

A/N: So, this one took a bit longer than originally anticipated – a flu swept through the house and left an exhausted me in its wake. I've got lots of Jamie/Nat planned (already wrote a future chapter) and I want to get to it! Translations are linked to the French and Spanish in this chapter - not a lot of it, just some cause I like to rep the boys properly!

Feedback is always appreciated and let me know if anyone wants to be tagged.

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Last time on Lust Conquers All, Footballer J –

Nat hadn’t realized her eyes had wandered to her neighbour’s screen, the subtitles blinking across the display as the hostess, wrapped in a small green dress, stepped out in front of a couchful of contestants, her mouth moving wordlessly. Nat watched for a minute before the small seatback viewer cut to the British Airways logo and a text screen announced the entertainment had been paused for an announcement.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking. We’ll be making our descent shortly with an expected arrival time of 8:00 AM, 14 minutes ahead of schedule. Local time is 7:31 AM, five hours ahead of the New York area, current weather is 18 degrees with a bit of overcast. On behalf of the cabin crew and the pilots, we’d like to thank you for choosing British Airways and welcome you to London.”

Quietly, Nat began to pack her stuff as the seatbelt light came on overhead with a ping. The numbness of the quick decision had finally started to wear off and the idea that she’d actually done it, jumped and then thought about it, was sinking in. It had never been in her character to do something so... rash. Maybe that had been the problem – maybe that was what had led her into the situation with Adam – she had thought too long on the idea of being with him, immersed herself in his presence nearly every day for two months and manoeuvred her way around all the bright red, waving flags. Adam had been what she thought was a safe choice, a carefully calculated decision she had come to regret. Maybe rash decision making could be her friend in the future... maybe.

Are you free? Nat thumbed out the message, eyes flitting between her phone and the crowd at London Heathrow as she wove her way through to baggage claim when she finally deplaned. Wanted to ask you a few questions about Richmond. Might be thinking about a visit. The message was cheeky, sneaky, and the idea of the surprise on Zoreaux’s face when he saw her had her absolutely giddy.

Free in a few hours, came the reply from Zoreaux’s number, just have a training session this morning and then I’m all ears.

Shit.

Nat hadn’t had a chance to figure out the time she’d be landing before she’d quickly booked her flight to London on her hurried walk back over to the New York Times building. After it was booked, she’d used the elevator ride back up to the writer’s floor to figure out a pitch to Perry – all she needed was a month or two to get her head on straight, to come back stronger for Lenny’s job. To her surprise, Perry hadn’t outwardly hated the idea. In fact, after he’d moved past the pacing back and forth behind his desk and blowing air noisily out from puffed cheeks, hands planted firmly on his hips, he’d come up with a compromise – a job share. A job share would give Nat the space and time and the experience she needed for Perry to justify the promotion, as long as she promised to deliver that Lockwood story. A small speedbump. Without giving herself a chance to talk her way out of it, she accepted Perry’s proposal. The first moment Nat had a chance to even think about what time she might be landing in London, she was three hours into the seven-hour flight.

By the time Nat collected her one suitcase from the belt and found her way to the exit, her phone flashed 8:35 AM. It took her another few minutes to find a cab willing to take a fare.

“Where to, love?” The cab driver adjusted his rearview mirror as he shifted back into the driver’s seat, on the opposite side Nat had expected, after tossing her luggage into the boot.

“Where does Richmond play?”

“That’d be Nelson Road.”

“Nelson Road then, please?” Nat settled into the back seat of the black cab as her thumb slid through her texts, a few messages popping up in her notifications.

“No game today,” The cab driver glanced at her in the rearview mirror for a moment, hesitant, “just closed training.”

“Oh,” a few emails popped up with individual pings, each momentarily distracting her from the cab driver who still stared at her, his bushy brows slowly becoming one solid knit row across the top of his dark eyes. Three messages from Perry sat at the top of the notifications, all titled in varying states of all-caps scream that denoted some level of urgency, followed by one from the building management in New York and one from Virgin welcoming her to the travel phone plan. It took her a second to find the cab driver’s gaze once again as he cleared his throat, “where does Richmond pract- uh – train?”

“Still Nelson Road.”

“Okay. Nelson Road it is, please.”

Nelson Road stadium crept up on the unsuspecting, a giant looming on a slight hill, a stark contrast over the smaller houses and businesses surrounding it. So much so that the sudden stop of the cab shook Nat’s nose out of the middle of her mad thumb tapping email responses to a connection she had at the The New York Post about the Lockwood press conference she’d blown off.

“Nelson Road, Miss,” The cab driver reported as he grabbed her suitcase and set it down outside the door she exited from.

Dragging her suitcase up to the temporary barrier, Nat squeezed herself between two people wearing blue and red jerseys, Rojas and Obisanya printed over the numbers 14 and 24 on their backs. From where she stood, it took her only a second to spot him. Wearing a bright orange hoodie, his Beats resting just off his ears, Thierry Zoreaux stood out amongst a few of the other players.

“Excuse me, Mr. Zoreaux,” Nat called as he approached where she stood on his way toward the club entrance, “Natalie MacCormack, New York Times. Can you comment on your ability to help a girl out?”

For a moment, Zoreaux’s head swivelled, his eyes scanning the crowd before he zeroed in on her and Nat watched the recognition light his eyes. “Mac? No way! Tabarnak.” The Quebecois curse left his lips easily, a force of habit. In three quick, jogging steps, he was upon the barricade and the few people around Nat reached toward the keeper, holding out Richmond gear and sharpies. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

“I was just in town, thought I’d swing by - wanted it to be a surprise,” Nat feigned the nonchalant tone, waving off the “in town” part as if she hadn’t just flown across an ocean on a completely rash decision. “Are you surprised?” Nat spread her arms as much as the crowd around her would allow, her fingers wiggling as if she were some kind of awful birthday party magician, her final trick revealed.

“If I woke up tomorrow and Yeezy started selling heels, I don’t think I’d be more surprised than I am now.”

Nat quietly noted that she wouldn’t be the one to tell him – lest the surprise about Yeezy heels overshadow the surprise of her surprise. “I kind of bungled the timing though. Grabbed the first flight out of JFK, so I wasn’t thinking about what that would mean when I got here.” Nat watched a few players filtering into the club, some hanging back to sign autographs and take photos with fans. Across the way from where she and Zoreaux stood, Nat watched a man with a baseball hat, the word “ICON” stitched into the dark material, sign a woman’s jersey as another screamed and leaned over the barrier for a selfie with the side of his face. Nat could feel herself staring, watching as the man stuck his tongue out and threw up the ‘peace’ sign for the photo when he noticed the camera - she stared until his eyes found hers and she quickly looked away, embarrassed at having been caught. When she looked back at Zoreaux, he was signing a few autographs for the fans that stood around her while others snapped selfies.

“Listen, I’ve got an early check-in, so I’ll head to the hotel and catch up with you when you’re free.”

“Nuh-uh,” Zoreaux was already bent over the barrier, grabbing Nat’s suitcase before he hefted it over the fencing easily. “Not a chance. Training’ll be over by the time you get there, just hang out a bit and you can stay at my place. I have a crazy stupid number of guest rooms.”

In one swift motion, Zoreaux was pulling the barrier back, murmuring quiet apologies and waving off the club security as the fans around Nat shifted to let her pass. The moment she was behind the barricade, the Richmond keeper had swept her up in his arms, lifting her off the ground slightly until she groaned against the squeeze, and he placed her back down.

“Guess you won’t take no for an answer?”

“Absolutely not.”

In another beat, Zoreaux had Nat’s suitcase and started to wheel it away as he headed toward the club doors. “What happened to the I have a job here,” Zoreaux batted his eyelashes and flipped his hand in what Nat assumed was his best impression of her.

“Is that supposed to be me?” Nat hustled to catch up in several long strides, making a concerted effort to not get caught staring at any other players, “you’re awful at impressions, you know that right?”

“My life is here, Zee...” he continued, his voice pitched higher in a comically ‘female’ tone, his hips swaying as he wheeled the suitcase, “and then you accused me of conspiring with your mom...”

“Perry gave me a bit of a break – I have a job share thing here for the next month or two if I can impress a panel during an interview,” Nat interrupted, wrestling the handle of her suitcase from Zoreaux’s grip with a few swats at his hand. The last topic she wanted to get on was that of Eve. “I might have a promotion in New York if I can get my sports coverage up to snuff.”

“Oh,” Zoreaux’s head bobbed in understanding as Nat struggled to keep pace with the 6’3 footballer, “so you’re on like - a loan?”

“A what?” Nat furrowed her brow as Zoreaux opened the door and stepped back to let her in first.

“Like, Man City loaned Jamie to us before -”

“I literally have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Nat shifted to the side of the entrance as a few others filtered into the club after them. Just inside the doors was a small little lobby in front of the security desk where a red-headed woman sat, a husky security guard standing to the side, his eyes directed to the phone in his hand.

“I can wait here. I have an article to finish and send to Perry,” Nat nodded at the small bench under the large crest featuring the silohuette of a Greyhound, the Latin banner underneath Gradarius Firmus Victoria furled out in gold.

Zoreaux scoffed and ushered Nat forward as he nodded at security, “much more comfortable spots to wait.” Leading Nat down a long corridor and through double doors, Zoreaux motioned to a white leather couch sandwiched between a water cooler and backed by a set of stairs.

Nat settled into the couch wordlessly, taking a breath as she waved Zoreaux off when he hovered over her too long. Waiting until he disappeared through the double doors at the end of the hall and around the corner, Nat fished out her laptop and pulled up the article she’d been putting the finishing touches on for Perry. Plugging her AirPods in, she hit play on the last album she’d been playing on the flight.

Nat sat this way for a few minutes before, just out of the corner of her eye, she could see a pair of loafers enter her peripheral. Glancing up, a man in a suit stood before her, a smile on his round face as Nat removed her earbuds and he offered her a short wave.

“Ah yes, hello,” the portly man smiled, his thin, round wire-framed glasses reflecting some of the overhead lighting. “Leslie Higgins, Director of Football here at Richmond. You must be, ‘Mac’, Zoreaux’s friend?”

“Word travels fast around here, I guess,” Nat offered her hand as she stood, which the man took up in his clammy one. “Nat is fine.”

“Ah - American?”

“Canadian, actually.”

“My apologies – the accents are a bit foreign to me,” Higgins laid into the joke, tipping his chin and raising an eyebrow at Nat, “can’t tell them apart, I’m afraid.”

“Par for the course,” Nat reassured him with a nod, chuckling at the joke as she waved off the apology. “Trick is to listen for the eh or the profuse apologizing.”

“I actually came to offer you the use of my office while you wait,” Higgins motioned to the small couch with a jab of his thumb, “these training sessions are notoriously long and truth be told that couch has seen a number of sweaty players.”

As if to punctuate his words, the sound of a dropped bar loaded with weight plates sounded from down the hall. Glancing at the couch, Nat nodded enthusiastically as she looked back at Higgins, quietly considering what else that couch might have seen.

Jamie Tartt pulled his bag out the boot of the Aston Martin, swinging it over his shoulder before nodding in Sam's direction as the Nigerian stepped out of the Tesla parked beside him. With the promotion at the end of last season just a few months ago, Richmond fans had been buzzing with the excitement of the team’s return to the Premier League. City fans, while numerous and proud, had nothing on Richmond fans in Jamie’s opinion. Even though City had been Jamie's team throughout his childhood, thanks to his dad, Jamie had never felt more at home than when he was playing for the Greyhounds. A return to City and a subsequent banishment following his very short stint in reality television confirmed his feelings for Richmond.

Approaching the club, Jamie stopped to scribble a few signatures here and there, posing for a picture or two. He caught the woman on the other side staring, her eyes darting away before she continued to chat with Zoreaux. Jamie was used to women staring at him, screaming his name, in fact, those were the tamer things women had done to get his attention – being stared at wasn’t something that surprised him.

When he’d made his way into the club and stepped into the locker room, it was already abuzz.

“She’s mad fit,” Isaac McAdoo grunted, shoving his bag into his locker before he turned back to Zoreaux, “ain’t no mistake.”

“Who?” Zoreaux was already laughing like it was a joke that only he was in on, “Mac? No.”

“Physically, yes, she is quite attractive.” Jan Maas shrugged, pushing his arm through the Richmond training sweater and zipping it up sharply. “Scientifically speaking. Very symmetrical features.”

“Pourriez-vous me présenter?” Richard’s voice added another layer to the already noisy space, “she is single, yes? You are not seeing her?”

Jamie rolled his eyes slightly before he began to strip his street clothing off and shift into the dark blue Richmond training kit. Jamie could never hope to understand more than a few words of French, most of which centered around “voulez vous coucher avec moi” and “je veux te baiser” which he knew the French model he’d shagged that one time in between Keeley and his return to City had responded well to. The rest was Greek to him. Though he’d never quite understood why French would be Greek...

“Oi, Tartt,” Jamie turned slightly from his locker, Isaac McAdoo’s eyes on him from across the small room, “you see this chick Zoreaux’s been keeping a secret?”

Jamie’s eyes slid over to Zoreaux who waited, staring at him, for the eventual response, “Listen mate, Zoreaux’s secret girlfriend ain’t none of my business, yeah?”

Jamie was secretly proud of himself, the mark of real change in his life and his attitude was the casual disinterest he’d just shown. If this had been the topic of discussion only a short while ago, he’d be listening intently, mentally noting what he could during the locker room chatter about which woman might be the easiest to fuck. If the woman was someone who was off-limits, excluding teammates’ girlfriends of course, it made the chase challenging, interesting and the eventual victory even more satisfying. After all, who was able to resist him? Star footballer, sexy baby with fantastic hair, Jamie Tartt. Not any woman he’d met as of yet.

“No, it’s a no.” Zoreaux’s arms waved in a crossing motion to suggest he was done speaking about the topic, waving off Richard who continued to murmur in French. “There’s no secret girlfriend, Mac’s a childhood friend from Montreal. I’ve known her for like, forever.”

“In Mexico, we have a saying los amigos son como las estrellas, no siempre podemos verlos pero; sin embargo, siempre están ahí,” Dani nodded, his head bobbing up and down smoothly, a wide smile reaching his eyes, his hand mimicking the sweep of constellations in the sky, “but you can also not see when friendship turns to love, yes?”

“Screw you guys,” Zoreaux scoffed, counting off on his fingers pointedly, “first: Mac is like my sister. Second: My mom would kill me if she found out I’d subjected Mac to a footballer. Third: I wouldn’t introduce her to any of you guys, except for maybe Sam.”

“Thank you?” Sam looked confused as he stepped into the dressing room, shooting Jamie a questioning look as he passed to get to his locker across the room. Jamie responded with a shrug, his bottom lip jutting out as if to say he had no idea either.

“C’mon bruv,” Isaac groaned, throwing his hands up as he shook his head, “despite my occasionally disgruntled disposition, I’m a gentle lover.”

There was an eruption of voices then, Zoreaux’s frustrated tone and Dani’s loudly proclaiming he was “for love”, while Richard made his argument about how dating him could be like riding a bike without training wheels. Whatever the fuck that meant, Jamie thought.

“Fine, fine -” Colin’s raised voice cut through the noise as he finished lacing up his boots and stood, waving his hands as if to calm the tension in the room, “I’ll have sex with her.”

The room quieted for a minute before Zoreaux was up in arms again, Richard yelling something in French and Isaac shaking his head, his short bulldog-ish stature moving and pointing and yelling about something Jamie couldn’t quite decipher. “I swear, if anyone tries to mess with Mac, I’ll -” Zoreaux started again, this time from the top of the bench he had climbed to cement his authority.

Jamie smirked, shaking his head as he reached for his boots and found an empty spot where they should have been. Pulling his Richmond heat gear over his head, Jamie’s feet were already leading him out of the locker room and down the hall to the boot room. Halfway down the hall, his foot stepped on something that pulled his attention down, pivoting his foot to see what he’d stepped on, Jamie’s eyes pinpointed the issue – a passport, dark blue against the green flooring ‘CANADA’ embossed across the top in gold lettering. Reaching down, Jamie collected it and immediately looked around for the owner. It took him a second to clock the woman from the parking lot, her suitcase wheeling behind her and Leslie Higgins leading her away in the opposite direction.

“Excuse me,” Jamie piped up, jogging down the hall after them. The woman turned to face him, her hair swept away from her face in a ponytail that draped over her shoulder, her green eyes finding his. “I think you dropped this?”

“Thank you,” she smiled slightly, reaching out and taking the passport before she carefully tucked it into the back pocket of her jeans. “I’d definitely be in trouble without it.”

The quiet and staring between them stretched for a long moment before Higgins cleared his throat, his small eyes staring Jamie down from behind the thin, wire framed glasses, a small, genuine smile growing on his lips. “Yes, thank you Jamie.”

“No problem.” Jamie nodded, his eyes shifting away from the woman for just a moment to the Director of Football.

“Nice to meet you, Jamie.” The woman smiled again, before Higgins continued to walk away and she turned to follow.

“As I was saying – you can use my office for now, I’m on my way out anyhow,” Higgins’ voice carried around the corner. Jamie found himself staring at the curve of the denim as the woman walked away before she rounded the corner and reminded himself he was trying to be respectful, shaking any bloom of inappropriate thought from his head before he rolled his hands up under the layer of his shirt and continued on to the boot room.

Zoreaux heaved Nat’s suitcase up the front steps of his place, ushering her in through the front door. Quietly, Nat had been thankful to get out of Zoreaux’s car alive – not only was driving on what she deemed the wrong side of the road ulcer inducing, Zoreaux was clearly not used to it either. Gripping the door handle, Nat had counted two near accidents in the short 7-minute drive from Nelson Road to Zoreaux's.

“So, this is my place,” Zoreaux tossed his keys into a dish in the front entrance before leading Nat into the main hallway where a staircase opened up to the second floor. “I haven’t even been in most of these rooms, so it's a feel as you go situation.”

A quick tour of the Richmond keeper's house concluded at the door of a second storey guest room. “And this is your room. Not as good as a hotel room, but it’s yours for however long you need.”

“Thanks, Zee,” Nat sighed, an exhale that felt heavy as if a weight had come off her chest, “I don't even know what I'd do without you. I'm serious.”

Zoreaux's features softened, and Nat opened her mouth to continue before he pulled her into a tight hug, the kind that felt comforting, a warmth in the embrace that almost felt like if he squeezed hard enough and held her there long enough, the pieces of her that had fallen apart might somehow stick back together. “You don't have to thank me for anything. I've got you.”

For the first time in just over two weeks, Nat felt comfortable, felt like maybe everything was going to be okay. Like maybe, just maybe, Richmond would be a good thing for her.

“I’m back to the club for a night training session, then heading out to have a drink with some of the guys,” Zoreaux clapped his hands, rubbing them together excitedly, “you want to meet up after and see some of the city?”

Nat found her thoughts drifting to the man in the hall, the one who had picked up her passport, the one who Higgins had called Jamie. Part of her wanted to ask Thierry if he’d be there, but she thought better of it and shook her head. “I’m pretty wiped, actually. I’ll probably just go over my portfolio and send that article to Perry. Call it an early night.”

A look of what Nat could only consider was relief washed over Zoreaux’s face. “Okay, well – if you need anything...”

“I’ll call,” Nat recited for what felt like the twentieth time since they’d shuffled through the front door.

“Oh, and I’ve got a game tomorrow so I might not see you until tomorrow night.”

Nat nodded, taking note of the fact before her hand was on the handle to the room. Every part of her was ready to settle in under the sheets after a long, hot shower to wash the travel off.

Taking that as his cue, Zoreaux was off down the hall. “Just be a goldfish, Nat.” Zoreaux called back as the top of his head disappeared down the staircase, his voice faraway as he followed up, “Richmond is your new start.”

“I have no idea what you're talking about...” Nat muttered, more to herself than anything, shaking her head slightly as the front door closed downstairs.

“Ms. MacCormack,” The Independent Sports Editor Tomas Sharon adjusted his glasses as he flipped through to the final page of his copy of Natalie’s portfolio of work, closing it on the dark oak conference table and folding his hands over top of it. Quietly, the two other men and one woman, whom Nat had been relieved the see, perused the pages in the black folder, all mirroring Mr. Sharon’s body language – closed, cold, difficult to read. “We understand that you come highly recommended by Mr. DeGrossman.”

“Yes. I - ” Nat began, her back straightening as she adjusted herself in the uncomfortable chair, prepared with an answer she’d hashed out on a mental loop through her commute over to The Independent offices in London.

Nat had been so nervous that she’d arrived way too early and so sat in the coffee shop across the street, picking a table right by the window from the office, flipping through her portfolio a few times and sipping on a flat white. The night before had been one of very little rest, her sleepless eyes staring at a darkened ceiling and listening to cars on the street outside, distant sirens or horns going off occasionally. Part of Nat thought that the amount of noise wasn’t the problem, but the lack of it. New York had always been so noisy, so full of life, that Richmond seemed quiet in comparison. Yet another marker that she wasn’t there anymore. A reminder that she was trying to rebalance the delicate nature of her life now. As per Perry’s email instructions regarding her interview, which she’d found herself looking at as her bedside clock hit 3 AM, she expected to meet with Tomas Sharon. What Nat hadn’t expected was for Sharon to be in his early 30s with a slight French accent, his blond hair swept to the side, his look completed with thin, round framed glasses that worked well and that Nat was sure he didn’t just wear in “smart” situations.

Holding up his hand, Mr. Sharon continued once Nat had returned to silence. “We understand that you come highly recommended by Mr. DeGrossman, with whom Mr. Best and I have a close working relationship,” Mr. Sharon cast a glance down to the end of the table where Benjamin Best sat, a small man in a neat suit and cornflower blue tie, his lips tight and unsmiling. From what Nat understood, Benjamin Best had been the youngest Managing Editor the Independent had ever seen when he’d taken over the position at 24 years of age eight years ago – the same age as Nat was now. If she was able to pull this off, Nat would return State side and become the youngest Sports Editor the New York Times had seen. “We also understand this is a job share, to bolster your coverage of sport.”

Instead of speaking, Nat nodded, a sharp jut of her chin only once to confirm she was following.

“Although we have all faith that Mr. DeGrossman would only send us the best, we find the lack of any sport coverage, save for this article on a -” Mr. Sharon paused for a moment to lazily lift the cover of the portfolio under his hand with the mildest form of interest, a glance as if he had forgotten what he had decided on when the server came around to take orders, “ - Lockwood trade, somewhat troubling.”

“That having been said,” Mr. Sharon continued, “your potential is evident. We’d like to offer you a chance to write us a completely new piece in order for us to properly consider your candidacy.”

“I’d be happy to -.”

“As an American, it should only be fitting that the article we want from you is an article on newly promoted Richmond AFC and their success with Coach Lasso at the helm.” Mr. Sharon waved his hand at Nat as if he were doing her a kindness, “two weeks from now. I expect to see a copy of the proofed article in my inbox, with copy to my colleagues. We’ll make our decision then and only then.”

Nat didn’t even have a chance to bristle at the American comment, in fact it had become such a common assumption now that she learned to quietly accept it in moments where the correction was not welcomed or appropriate. Instead, she smiled politely, tightly, pressing the cold panic down into the very depths of her toes, “thank you for the opportunity.”

Nat rose from her seat, collecting her briefcase, the one she’d bought herself when she’d first been hired on under Perry and clicked out of the room in the only pair of heels she'd brought with her from New York. It was only when she’d powered through the waiting area and stepped into the elevator, alone and surrounded by her own reflection in the mirrored walls of the compartment that she’d let the curse she’d been holding in escape her lips – fuck. The cold panic started to surface for a moment before the elevator opened on another floor and a few people stepped on, pushing her back until Nat was squarely in the far corner trying to hold herself together. As Nat’s mind wheeled and reeled, her thoughts an unorganized chaos, the problem now became that Nat didn’t know the first thing about soccer, let alone football.

A/N: Next chapter is all planned out and mostly done! Hope to get that up soon. Remember, feedback, like football, is life.

#jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt #jamie tartt x ofc #ted lasso #ted lasso fanfiction #never find another like me series #ted lasso fanfic #jamie tartt fanfic

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thechaoticfanartist · 1 year

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hi! i got you for OC Bingo, so i thought i'd ask you some questions about your oc grim! 1. what is the biggest change coming from grim ending up in the star wars universe, given she knows how things originally play out?

2. what does grim miss most about her universe? does she ever regret staying in the star wars universe?

3. did you think about giving her any monikers besides The Oracle?

4. how has grim character changed the most since you first came up with her?

5. if she meets them, what is her relationship with rey, finn, and poe like?

-bibaybe

Hi!!

1) The biggest change that Grim caused was likely saving Echo during the Citadel Arc as it would prevent him from joining the Bad Batch. Now I haven't watched that show due to the whitewashing and my support for the #unwhitewashtbb movement so I don't know exactly how much Grim affected with this change but I believe it was probably a lot from what I have gathered about the show.

2) Grim probably misses her family the most. Although when it comes to regrets about staying in Star Wars she doesn't regret that choice. It's something that's brought up in The Clone Wars Gets A New Victim:

"I saw my family again, I saw them, master. When I first decided to become a Jedi, I was awestruck, and yes, I was certain then when I made that decision, the fact that I may never return, I didn't consider that. Don't get me wrong, I don't regret it for an instant…but I can't help but wonder about everything I left behind in favor of this life."

- Grim Kennet in Chapter 14 of TCWGANV

3) Grim actually does go by another name while in hiding. She goes by Rue Kenobi. Especially because she spends 3 of those years hiding with Obi-Wan. Because they look related and have had people assume that they actually are during The Clone Wars they end up embracing it as their cover story on Tatooine.

4) Oh boy. Grim has changed a lot. At first she wasn't as pro-Jedi as she is now, and she was far more willing to kill Anakin. She also originally left the Jedi Order with Ahsoka. However now she is an avid defender of the Jedi, once almost starting a fight with someone for implying that The Clone Wars was the fault of the Jedi. She hesitates at the thought of killing Anakin all the way up until she sees the Jedi Temple after Order 66. She stays with Obi-Wan all the way through The Clone Wars and then for another 3 years. Also her fighting Sidious is no longer a joke. And she has a lot more trauma 😅

5) Unfortunately Grim is killed before The Sequel Trilogy takes place. However, if she did survive she would definitely end up adopting them and training both Finn and Rey.

Thank you so much for asking!

#grim kennet #ocb2023 #oc creator bingo 2023

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neoninky · 1 year

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TWST Fanfic "Her Lost Voice": Chapter 14

Inky's Links: AO3: Masterlist: Third Story Decided! (Coming Soon)

Chapter 14: Wish I Could Be

"Hi Azul...c-can we talk?"

Elise felt every nerve in her body vibrate with anticipation as Azul gently floated down to the sand and when the light made his silvery hair shine as he drew close. She was surprised her tentacles didn't braid themselves together at the sound of his voice.

"What's on your mind, Elise?" Azul's voice seemed a bit heavier than normal but the male octopus retained his usual polished smile. She laughed a bit at the question.

"Oh well, many things. I hope you don't mind?" when Azul silently rested on his tentacles in front of her with a grin, she continued, "Azul, a lot has happened this summer and a lot is still going to happen very soon. And honestly, I'm very...very scared."

The tremor in her voice caused one of Azul's tentacles to gently wrap around hers once again. The only difference was that Azul did it on purpose this time. He didn't speak, only waited and listened patiently for her to explain.

"I appreciate everything you, Jade, and Floyd have done for me," her smile was soft and tentative, "You three aren't nearly as scary or dubious as people make you out to be."

Azul wasn't surprised that their reputations had proceeded them, however, one thing did puzzle him greatly, "You were right there when Jade and Floyd fended off those sharks and you can still say that? To the guy who got you tangled up in his backfired scheme, to begin with?"

Somehow this made her laugh, "Yes, without a doubt. I never want to get on your bad side for sure. But things are different down there than on the surface. Merfolk are more upfront, ready to fight for whatever or whomever they want. To do whatever it takes to get where they want to be. It is a bit terrifying, but I respect that ambition. You're not only intelligent but cunning which can cause some trouble sure," Azul felt a bit embarrassed as she playfully smirked at him," But...it is something I admire about you. You make your own way in life and don't let anyone stop you. So it's not you or them that I'm afraid of, Azul. I...I'm not sure I want to go back to being a human."

A spark of disbelief, and maybe a bit of hope, suddenly lit up in Azul's mind, "Y-You...don't? But why? ...well aside from your horrendous sibling."

Another soft laugh, "Siblings. I have an older brother as well. He's too busy getting ready to take the throne to really pay me any mind though. But that's the problem: he has a purpose. Even Emily. She'll probably marry some prince or lord from another king or queendom to bring more prosperity to ours. And then there's me...I've felt like an outcast every since my mother died. Everyone in my family withdrew from each other since then. And well, you saw how highly Emily thinks of me first hand. But, in spite of all the danger, I felt more wanted, more at home with the Leech Family, with Luna and Cowrie. And you and your family too."

Azul tensed momentarily as Elise unconsciously scooted closer to him. Instead of pointing it out, he merely asked, "The senior internship you had before all of this, what was it and why did you choose it specifically?"

The princess hummed as she confronted the truth of the matter, "I didn't really choose it myself. My brother did. I went along with it because I suppose it was because it reminded me of Mother. Mother always loved the sea and its inhabitants. She advocated for finding a way to continue our export and import trades via our established trade routes but feared that our ships' fuel would only pollute the waters and harm all sea life in the long run. So I was to intern with our fleets to find a better solution...but honestly? I don't think they were going to actually let me do that much being a royal and all. They were more or less just placating me out of obligation to the crown prince."

"I suppose I shouldn't feel too bad about ruining 'your' plans then?" Azul was hiding true guilt behind a bit of sarcastic banter. Elise saw right through it and decided to play along anyway.

"Feel bad? Not at all. You did look kind of cute when I was furiously scolding you, Mr. Ashengrotto. So I feel properly vindicated," she giggled, making him nearly explode on the spot.

"C-Cute?!" his face grew hot as he sputtered, trying to glare right into her amused face, "I am many things, MISS Coralette, but cute??"

"You're right. Handsome suits you more than cute, Azul."

Her words slipped off her tongue faster than Elise could process them. Now it was her turn to be oh so flustered as she slid away from him, "Um I...I mean, yes that is true b-but-"

"But what?"

Azul was suddenly looking her right in her wide eyes with a gaze that was worlds more unwavering than he was moments before. Elise was almost convinced that he had been body snatched while she blinked but no, that was not the case. Azul felt just as nervous and uneasy as he had since he realized his budding feelings for this girl, but now he was feeling something much stronger than all that. Azul felt desperate to know the truth and it only made him weirdly courageous. He could spin a multitude of reasons as to why Elise Coralette wouldn't desire him just as much as he did her but unlike him, she was far more honest in her words and expression. She let slip a hint of what he wanted to hear from her just now. The moment she realized it herself is when Azul saw her real feelings surface. At least what he hoped were her real, genuine feelings. Her shy, girlish blush. The way her eyes went wide only to dart away from him. This was the same sort of body language and cues she gave off whenever Rielle was brought up to her in the past. Surely it meant what he thought, what he wanted it to mean, yes? YES?

"Elise," he coaxed as gently as possible in his brewing state, "Tell me. Please."

His stormy eyes were the most honest she had ever seen. They were frustrated and pleading as he leaned in. They were alone here. Entirely in their own little world. Knowing that and seeing him this way felt strangely sacred to Elise as she started to close the gap, feeling her whole body give in to its unspoken urges.

"Azul...I think that..."

"Yes?"

The last thread of hesitation snapped as her turquoise eyes locked onto his deep blue steel ones. She took a breath and then a leap of faith before her nerves got the better of her.

"I think that I'm really scared of not seeing you guys all the time...of not waking up and knowing you're right here. I'm scared to become human again because then I'll be away from not only Luna and Cowrie, and the twins, but I won't be able to be with you."

A jolt of adrenaline rushed his system as he took in her words. As eager as he had been seconds before, Azul still felt a part of his mind backhand him with doubt, "When you say 'be with you'...?" He almost looked around as if Elise was talking about someone else. The poor boy was caught between self-doubt and wanting.

She blinked in disbelief before gesturing to him with both hands, "Azul, you are the densest clever person I have ever met. Yes, I mean you specifically! I have feelings for YOU! Do I need to sing it for you?!"

For a split second, Elise was convinced she saw part of Azul's soul leave his body. The boy's eyes froze wide on his otherwise blank face and only his tentacles moved. She half expected one of them to slap him back to the present. Seconds later his soul returned and all his blood rushed to his face, "You...YOOOOU have feelings for ME? Wait what happened to your dream prince Rielle?!"

He suddenly regretted his outburst once he saw the scowl on her face, "Ehem, ok 'dream prince' might be a bit much. Forget I said anything."

Elise crossed her arms as the scowl softened, "I know...I had a ridiculous and obviously one-sided to everyone but me crush on him for the longest time. I thought it was 'love' but...it was just bloated infatuation and wishful thinking. If I didn't feel this time was more genuine I wouldn't have said anything."

Azul suddenly felt like his mother was getting ready to appear and whack the ink right out of him with an arsenal of her toughest spoons, "I-If we're being honest, then...you're right, I am pretty dense. I didn't realize I had feelings for you until this summer even though I've been attracted to you since that day you waltzed into my office and struck a deal with me on your own terms."

Elise's tentacles curled in on themselves as she felt a rush of giddiness, "Really?"

He laughed, "I mean you are beautiful. I always thought so but you had such confidence and wit about you that day. I was so accustomed to having the upper hand and you caught me off guard and charmed me and everyone else around you so easily. It was astounding. How could I not be both impressed and taken with you?"

The princess looked him up and down with all sorts of questions in her gaze, "Is it really so surprising that maybe I see you in a similar light?"

"Oh absolutely," he deadpanned. As happy as he felt, the boy still couldn't comprehend the reality right in front of his face. No matter how far he had come, there was still part of him stuck in the overwhelming shadow of his past.

A sweet smile spread across her face as she tucked a wild strand of hair behind her own ear. Uh oh...that look only meant trouble for him. "Azul, you really have no idea how attractive you are both physically and mentally, do you?"

She scooted closer to him, closing the gap once again but even further this time to the point that her lips were just a whisper away from his. Her eyes held the baffled boy to the spot with how they sparkled. "It's ok that you don't realize it yet," she spoke so softly, "It's part of your charm. But know this, I've been in the company of many, many handsome and witty boys. Please forgive me for realizing only recently that none of them hold a candle to you, Azul Ashengrotto. That is the honest truth."

Stardust was the only tangible thing in existence Azul could equate to how he was currently feeling. He hung on every sweet syllable that left her lips until he finally voiced the feeling that had haunted him for weeks, "I don't want you to go."

Before he could even blink, Elise's soft lips collided with his as her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him into her embrace. His arms encircled her waist as Azul leaned into the kiss without a second thought. For the first time, his stubborn legs didn't have to propel him whatsoever. They just relaxed as the two of them melted into each other.

...and what started as a tender moment quickly turned into panic.

A spark formed on Elise's neck before blooming into a burst of light. In seconds, her tentacles melted away into two human legs, her skin became much lighter, and her eyes dulled and widened with terror. Azul's whole body tensed at the sight of the human girl floating in front of him and couldn't move until a flurry of air bubbles rushed out of her mouth. The octopus quickly braced her into him and swam as fast as he could while yelling for help. In seconds, he and Elise were caught by teal and monochrome blurs that quickly took them back to the landing.

The room echoed with Elise's rough coughing and ragged, desperate gasps for air as Luna and Floyd lifted her from the water. Azul clung to the side, still mostly emersed in the water, staring in shock at the drenched princess. The dress she had worn before lost its vibrant color just like the rest of her.

"Elise, breathe. Keep breathing," Luna carefully steadied her friend as Floyd left to find Jade.

Once she settled, Elise slowly sat up and stared at Azul before looking down at herself, "W-What..."

Everything grew hazy as crystal clear tears formed in her eyes. Any voices speaking to her fell on deaf ears as she began to sob. The twins returned with towels immediately. Luna grabbed one and started to dry Elise off. All Azul could do was watch her cry as his heart sank. Her mouth opened to say his name but it was interrupted with another sob as the boy launched himself out of the water just enough to hold her and whisper over and over again to both of them.

"It's alright. You're alright...it's going to be alright."

Azul's office door slammed shut and locked behind him. Jade, Floyd, and Luna were left to speculate on their own in the empty Lounge. Inside the office, Azul laid Elise down on one of the sofas. Neither one of them said a word the entire time Azul had rushed her down the hallway, carrying her in his arms as if she were light as a feather. She sat sniffling as he paced about the room. He wordlessly stepped into a side bathroom and the sound of running water could be heard. She swallowed down a fresh wave of tears and called out to him in a weary voice, "Azul..."

When he didn't answer, Elise began to worry. Doubt began to pelt her like a sudden hail storm. Now that she was human...did Azul's feelings change? Was everything different now? Too different??

"Azul," she began to sob again. Hearing her cries the boy rushed to her side and held her face. He looked so worn and so scared.

"Are you in pain? What is it?" he asked nervously. Elise just shook her head. Ironic that now her voice was working properly all on its own now and yet here she was...absolutely speechless. Azul felt like he was going to fall apart any second now as he stood back up.

"I'll have a warm bath ready for you in just a moment," he couldn't look directly at her, "I don't want you to catch a cold. After that...you...you can sleep in my room. I'll stay in here-"

Azul felt a sudden tug on his sleeve and saw the desperation in the princess' face. More tears rolled down her cheeks as she silently begged him. She wanted him to stay. She was even more terrified now, "P-Please, Azul. Can you...can you please stay with me? I'm sorry if I repulse you now-"

Everything clicked all too fast and he was overwhelmed, desperate to change her mind and to put an end to these thoughts. Azul sat next to her and hid his ashamed face in her damp hair, "Stop it. You don't repulse me. You could never! That's not why I'm acting like this! Everything just happened so suddenly...I-I feel like I'm going to lose my mind. Please know that I meant everything I said before. Please just give me a moment..."

Several long minutes later, Azul left Elise to bathe in peace and recover. He promised that he would be back very soon, that he just needed to fill the others in. When he stormed back out into the Lounge, his anger was palpable. Jade rose from his seat and began to approach his old friend, "Azul-"

"Fine," his voice was rigid, his eyes avoided looking at any of the eels, "Everything is just fine. Elise is human again. Just as she should be....no additional steps needed."

The twins shared a worried look as Azul began to laugh dryly to himself. It sounded awfully familiar and bitter. So familiar they feared he might Overblot all over again. The look in his eyes was barely sane.

"She loves me. She wanted to stay with me, with us, under the waves as a mermaid. A perfect happily ever after! We even kissed and that triggered her reverting back into a human princess!" he laughed wildly, "True Love's Kiss isn't a load of shit after all! Isn't that wonderful?!"

"Hey Azul," Floyd muttered anxiously, "It's not all that bad, right?"

Azul's tone snapped straight into anger so quickly the twins thought the glass tanks would shatter, "Not all that bad, Floyd?! Oh no NO! Of course not! You and Jade found your mates, won the day, and now can be with them without any obstacles awaiting you but me? The slimy, scheming octopus that fucked all this up from the start? Seven forbid I find the perfect woman and have her return my pathetic affections! Our first kiss literally damned her right back to the shore!"

His voice was raw as his hands shook. Luna could only imagine how upset Elise was. Jade and Floyd stepped forward to try and calm the dorm leader down once again.

"Azul...calm yourself. How are you supposed to make a proper strategy with your head full of so many pitfalls?" Jade placed a firm hand on his friend's shoulder.

"Yeah Azul, take it easy. Octi-chan loves you. Isn't that the most important part??" Floyd drawled as he casually put his hands behind his head, "You wanted to get one up on Rielle remember?"

Azul's bitter mood halted on his dumbfounded face as the twins gave him matching smug grins. He immediately straightened himself up, trying to reform even a shred of the dignity he hurled out the window just now.

"Of course I did," he huffed, "Just not...exactly...like this but..."

"Azul-kun," Luna's melodic tone rang across the lounge from where she stayed seated, "I imagine Elise is just as upset if not more so than you. She needs you now more than ever."

The look in the siren's eyes was genuine kindness. Azul felt it warm his core underneath the surface. She was absolutely right. He needed to get ahold of himself before anything else could be done. He sighed, suddenly feeling embarrassed at his dramatic outburst.

"Forgive me," he pushed his glasses up and cleared his throat, "I must look like such a fool right now."

"Eh, a little bit. Reminds me when we were kids and we had to keep pulling you out of your octopus pot," Floyd started to chuckle along with Jade before Luna appeared between them and smacked both of their arms with a pointed look. The siren hushed the brothers and approached Azul with a smile.

"Azul-kun, your frustrations are very understandable. This whole ordeal would be unbearable for a far lesser man," she gave him a supportive nuzzle against his cheek, making her mate pout, but she ignored it, "You and Elise need to rest. It's late now. I trust her in your care."

The siren sauntered back over to Floyd and gave him a tender kiss, "We all need to rest. Let's leave the next steps for tomorrow, hmm?"

The twins returned to their room and Luna to the grotto for the night. When Azul returned to his office, he found Elise clean, dry, and wearing an extra set of his pajamas as she curiously stared at the books lining the walls. She paused and placed a hand on top of the wooden box that held the enchanted dagger. Her hair was straighter, more of a dark raven color like before. Her tired eyes had faded back into their human shade of minty green. Her body language alone was enough to tell him that she felt frailer now. Azul closed the door behind him and wordlessly went up to her like a moth to a flame. She gasped as he suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her from behind as he rested his head against hers.

"I'm so sorry," he barely managed to whisper, "I'm so sorry about all of this."

He felt her cold delicate hands touch his and her head gently lean into his. Elise barely moved at all and yet he felt like she was the only thing holding him up right now.

"Don't be..."

By some miracle, the rest of Octavinelle remained undisturbed by the night's sudden events. Inside Azul's bedroom, Elise was snuggly wrapped in his arms as the two of them rested quietly under his blankets. Any other time, he would have felt it inappropriate to have her in his room let alone his bed but after that night, Azul couldn't stand not having her close by. For a while, neither one of them spoke. There wasn't a sound aside from their breath. Not any light aside from the soft aquatic glow from the water surrounding the dormitory itself.

"What happens now?" Elise's quiet voice finally asked, muffled against Azul's chest.

His entire body and mind ached with heavy exhaustion as he weighed his answer carefully, "I'll find a way for you to come back home with us permanently. I don't know exactly how long it will take but I will make it happen. I promise. And..if you so desire...eventually we could...uh...well, we can talk about the far future another time." 'Become mates' is what he wanted to say but somehow it felt like too much of a request to make right then and there. He wanted it to become reality but for now, he just wanted to put her at ease as much as he could.

He felt her shift in the darkness to look him in the eyes directly, "Thank you, Azul."

Azul melted as he felt Elise press her lips to his again. He swore they continued to kiss again and again in the dark until they both fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning was an immense challenge. When word got out that the Mostro Lounge wouldn't be opening that evening, the entire campus knew something was amiss in Octavinelle. With that said, no one had the guts to ask questions to the towering twin eels or the very exhausted and distracted dorm prefect. No one except a certain redhead.

"Azul...are you alright?"

From the other side of the alchemy cauldron, Riddle watched Azul vacantly stir the pot on repeat like a broken record player. Judging from their last conversation and the octopus' current state, something absolutely devastating must have happened to Azul. And Riddle wasn't too far off.

"...and now she's human again," Azul muttered quietly, still stirring.

Riddle stood frozen, processing everything he just heard, "Oooo...kay wow. That is a lot."

Yes, Azul had told him everything. Everything. Normally Riddle would have flipped his crown over the fact that a fellow dorm leader had been hiding female students in his dormitory but given the circumstances of the very, very complicated situation...Riddle made the rare choice to ignore Azul's blatant disregard of the rules. Plus this did also explain why Floyd was barely paying attention to him lately and who was he to complain?

Riddle did a quick check over his shoulder to make sure the professor wasn't too close by before whispering, "So you need a spell or potion to turn her back into a mermaid permanently. Have you ever made one before?"

Azul sighed heavily before stirring in the next ingredient Riddle had poured in, "Unfortunately even with my thorough studies and experimentation, I have yet to succeed in making the change permanent without some sort of definitive catalyst. Like a stupid kiss."

He had to fight to not roll his eyes at the concept of 'True Love's Kiss' yet again. If he didn't hate it before, he absolutely despised it now! When his grandmother suggested it as a possible antidote to Elise's situation, it sounded like some sugarcoated placation. His face suddenly warmed itself as he remembered their first kiss. Then the second...and the third...and the fourth with her soft form pressed into his under the blankets that still smelled like her-

"You kissed her several times didn't you?" Riddle asked with a very straight face. Azul nearly flung the giant spoon across the room in shock. Before Azul could even string two syllables together, Riddle explained with a somewhat bashful expression of his own, "I remember what it was like the first...couple of times," he cleared his throat and quickly jotted down some notes.

"...Didn't that happen inside the Mostro Lounge?"

Riddle's face turned pink, "I thought we were alone and the moment was too good to end right away, ok!?"

A sudden whipcrack and yell from Professor Crewel made the two boys jump and duck back into their assignment with laser focus.

Elise quietly stared at her reflection in the water as she dipped her feet into it from the Octavinelle landing just on the other side of the Mostro Lounge. They remained unchanged, pale, and human. It was growing late in the day, Azul had told her that he wanted to look into some additional sources in the library before coming back. She began to smile when she saw a familiar black and white shape zip towards her underneath the water's surface. Only when she realized that there were two of them did her breath catch in her throat. Both Cerith sisters' heads poked out of the water as they swam up to her.

"Cowrie!" Elise tried to keep quiet just in case anyone but the twins were outside the door, "What are you doing here?"

The younger sister laid her head affectionately against the princess' legs, "Luna told me everything."

Luna pulled herself out of the water to sit next to Elise as she changed into her human form, "Knowing my sister, I knew she'd want to be here too."

Elise let out a heavy sigh as her eyes grew watery, "Thank you both..."

"I know you probably feel really out of sorts right now buuuut," Cowrie poked the princess' cheek teasingly with the tip of her tail, "You and Azuzuuuu? Ooooooo!! It's about damn time!"

Luna chuckled but still hushed her sister to be quiet. Elise's face bloomed into a glowy shade of pink as she shyly laughed and batted the tail away, "Cowrie stoooop..."

"Is he a good kisser?" Cowrie grinned mischievously up at Elise and Luna gave the poor girl a similar look.

The princess didn't bother trying to play coy and just laughed and rubbed any imposing tears from her eyes, "I love his kisses...I'm going to miss them for a while."

A fresh wave of tears suddenly spilled over as Cowrie and Luna frowned, "What are you talking about, Ellie??"

Elise had made her decision early that morning. She had woken up before Azul and enjoyed the sight of his peaceful resting face. Before she could enjoy it too much, however, she heard her phone buzzing on the nightstand. It was her brother calling.

Thankfully no one else was awake either and she quietly made her way down the hall into a solitary washroom before locking herself inside and answering the phone. Her brother was almost eleven years her senior and rarely took the time to speak with her or Emily. Especially not about anything casual. So when he jumped straight into his reason for calling, she wasn't surprised.

"Big Brother, hello-"

"Elise. I trust you are well," his voice was that of a man on a schedule, "I'm calling on behalf of Emily since you two seemed to have a tiff recently."

Elise rolled her eyes on the other side of the phone. Of course, her sister would wrap the truth up in a polite little bow and label it a 'tiff', "That's one way of putting it, yes. What does she want?"

"You two have never seen eye to eye on much of anything since we lost Mother but we're hoping you can set that aside and attend her wedding. You are still family after all."

A wedding? Already? "Emily is ENGAGED? She didn't mention any suitors the last time we saw each other." Suddenly she was even more furious at her sister for trying to sweeten up Azul right in front of her face!

"I don't see how that matters," the prince said curtly, "Father will be stepping down soon and I want to make sure everything and everyone is taken care of before my coronation. Emily happily accepted the suitor I proposed for her and that ensures another ally for our homeland."

The rest of the information was frivolous compared to what halted Elise at once, "Is Father alright? I thought he was going to wait-"

"Elise, I don't have the time to fill you in on our family's affairs. Especially when you've wasted your time running off to who knows where and disregarded the internship I arranged just for you. Do you have any idea how this will reflect back on me when I have to explain things to your school's administration?"

The princess felt her temper flare and burst all at once. She had had enough. Elise was nineteen years old and legally didn't have to answer to anyone but herself anymore and she'd be damned if she kept quiet any longer!

"You wouldn't have to fill me in after the fact had you kept me in the loop in the first place!" she quietly hissed, "Speaking of which! Did you even stop to think as to why I never showed up for my internship? Or did Emily omit that part? Oh let me guess! Something about me running off with my little slimy creepy eel pets? Just throwing all responsibility right out the window to splash around in the ocean all summer hmm? Well, you know what...believe what you want. I don't care anymore! I'll go to her stupid wedding. I'll say my peace to our father, MY father, and then after that? I'll find my own way in the world without the crown or your help! You can forget you ever had an embarrassment of a baby sister!"

....her brother didn't bother calling back after she hung up on him. No messages. No calls from her sister or father. Nothing. That was that. Elise would give up the royal family name and find a new purpose for herself while Azul did his best to bring her home. To their home.

Luna and Cowrie stared wide-eyed at their best friend as she told them the whole story, both of them absolutely speechless. Elise just sniffled and laughed bitterly.

"There's no point in me staying here now that I'm human again," she rubbed her eyes and continued with conviction, "I won't be gone forever. I just need to go home and set things right. For sure this time. After that, well...there's no way I can graduate on time and get my mage license without some sort of additional study. I'll focus on that while Azul does his best over here. And you guys..."

A lump formed in her throat as she looked at her two beloved eel sisters, knowing everything they had been through their entire lives and just this summer alone. Fresh tears wet her mint green eyes, "You're safe now. You'll both be safe and happy with Jade and Floyd and the Leeches. We'll see each other again, sooner or later. And then we won't ever have to say goodbye again."

Luna wrapped her arms around Elise's shoulders as Cowrie jumped out of the water to hug Elise on the other side.

"Does Azul know?"

He did.

Not every detail but enough to seek help from the library...he just didn't actually say which one.

Madam Lorelei was expecting him any minute now at her usual table at the Leviathan Club. When he entered and rushed past the staff to the second level, both his mother and grandmother were there waiting for him.

"My darling boy," the grandmother said with gentle understanding in her eyes, "Come, sit."

Azul greeted his mother with a hug and kiss on her cheek, not bothering to hide the frustration in his eyes. These powerful women raised him and were far too clever to not notice it on their own. Azul had called and explained most of the situation beforehand but seeing him in person filled in all other gaps.

"So...it would seem she found her prince after all, precious," Madam Lorelei's tentacle lifted the teacup to her red lips.

"It would seem so," his mouth was tight and his voice bitter, "Had I known that pursuing something like this would take her further away from me..."

"Azul," his mother huffed, "Dear Elise returned your feelings. Complications aside, it's a wonderful thing, sweetness!"

"Your mother is right, my boy. I may have had my doubts before but...well, your mother's friend, Madam Leech, had quite a lot of praise for her and her boldness. Besides, this may be a good time for the princess to return to the surface for a time," Lorelei's voice was cryptic as she stared out the windows, "There's a storm brewing across the borders. The further away she is from it, the better."

"What do you mean, grandmother?" Azul asked tentatively. It was no mystery that the two families controlling the city had tensions running high but the waters felt denser than before he left. The worried look on his mother's face spoke volumes as she lowered her voice.

"You boys got those poor Cerith girls out of here just in time. Things have been getting worse between the two houses. Ventuno Muraeni was killed on Leech property just the other day. I haven't seen Indigo Cerith since he came by to tell me you had left for school...I hope he's alright."

Azul had a bad feeling in his gut. He had known the Leech family since childhood. He grew up with this ongoing feud happening right outside his family's door for years. An upset or an event here or there was fairly normal. As long as he or anyone else not involved kept their noses out of it, they were guaranteed safety. But now that the lines had been crossed and blurred between the two families...were any of them safe from becoming collateral damage?

"The dagger I gave her, does she still have it, Azul?" Lorelei suddenly asked.

"I have it. It's safe at my dorm. She has no need for it now so I can return it-"

"Don't be so sure, darling," Lorelei cut him off with a wagging finger, "Before this was a favor for my dear grandson's friend. Now it's personal. I'd rather my future granddaughter-in-law keep it close for the time being. Just in case. She may not need it for any magical purpose but a weapon is still a weapon," she took another sip before giving both her daughter and grandson a sharp look, "Don Leech nor his predecessors have given me any reason to distrust their clan. However, I can't say the same for Don Muraeni and his abyssal scum. We'd all be wise to watch our backs no matter where we are."

Madam Lorelei stood up gracefully from the table as she wordlessly slid a piece of parchment over to Azul before giving one last warning, "Return to school, for now, my dear. I will see what I can do on my end but for now, you were never here and this conversation never happened."

Azul knew how this world of theirs worked, "Of course, grandmother. Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule."

Once Azul stepped into the empty Mirror Chamber, only then did he read the parchment Madam Lorelei had given him. His eyes narrowed and filled with more questions than he could count.

Watch out for Proteus, Don Muraeni's eyes and ears.

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aboutdragons · 1 year

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I HAVE A QUESTION!

I absolutely love how you created a reason for the isekai actually happening - and I was wondering, if i could use it a bit? (Like very vaguely use the whole Balerion and the Fourteen Flames making a very soft appearance in the chapters / having to do with my oc's being transported to the world of Westeros?)

Because I had an isekai idea that was gonna be full of angst and AHHH I just never had a reason for the isekai being an isekai... you know? (Unless of course I just change it and instead of it being the 14 flames it could be the children of the Forest or just the Three Eyed Raven deciding to cause some shit in the past so as to stop even further shit from happening in the future?)

Basically this is me asking permission and willing to give you all the credits

Opinion: you don't have to have a reason to do an isekai. I have an in-universe reason for protag to be isekai'd in 2 of my 6 isekai fics (ttad and CPwUR). Sometimes you just gotta kill a bitch and have her be reborn elsewhere for escapist purposes.

Here, I only really made a reason up because I still want gods to be fucking around with stuff in the background. Mostly Balerion, I have Plans for him.

But alas if you want to go with gods doing a fuckery and dragging a soul to Westeros then by all means. I don't know if I invented it for this fandom or if someone did it before (I haven't touched GoT fics for a good while now) but yes, you can use it/be inspired a bit. Just change it a bit so teacher doesn't suspect as much 😉

You don't have to credit but I'd appreciate it a lot!

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arcaneyouth · 1 year

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How about 🔥 and ⏩ for the top 5 ask meme? :D

🔥: Top 5 Most OP OCs

Immediately disqualifying all the gods I have, they don't get to count there's too many of them and they can all do anything they want. I'm going in backwards order here for the drama

5 - Dara. She's been alive for 105 years she's had so much time to develop a lot of skills, which she does, because she gets bored. The only thing holding her back from fuckin shit up is the fact that she prefers not to. She avoids it where she can.

4 - Tim the Merchant, he runs on Bugs Bunny rules half the time. The other half he's literally just a wet cat but if it's funny enough he can do whatever he wants

3 - Joe for reasons I can't explain :( Spoilers,,,,, but also he likes to kick ass dueling is an interest of his

2 - Tied between Reverie and Engel because they have very similar themes of power. Reverie is a video game protagonist, Engel is the same video game's antagonist. They both are entirely capable of manipulating the code as well as the flow of time.

1- Yijun holy shit dude 14 year old me went OFF with the powers on this guy. They're literally "the weaver of truth" which, when turned into a power, makes them capable of changing reality to their whim. They change the truth of things. They can do literally anything they want. I had to struggle to find a way to make sure the protagonist could actually beat them ASDIUHASLUIDh

⏩: Top 5 OCs you want to work with this year

OHHH THIS ONE'S AN INTERESTING QUESTION!!! I really want to get In a Manor of Speaking fully developed as a story because I'm so close to actually finishing it in my brain. So I've been thinkin about that a lot!

First of all is Merrick. They're the LEAST developed character, aside from maybe Arcade, in IAMOS, which is a shame because they were like. One of the first characters I put into the story. I do have some really good ideas on things to do with them, I just need to work it out in more detail. This funny lil guy deserves a story. And also a personality,

Next is Violetta! She's like the main antagonist of one half of arc 5 and I still don't really know much about her. I know her plot and her basic personality. But there's so much more I need to learn about her. I'm very very excited to find out more about her

3 and 4 is actually going to Lindsey and Cody from The Deathspeaker cause I've just remembered I still desperately need to figure out what's going on with them before I start drawing Chapter 8. Girl help,,,, I love them but they are NOT interesting I need to work on them so bad ILASUDHALISUDH

5 is unfortunately,,,, going to Aiden. I hyperfixated on them so hard for the first half of IAMOS and then I got to arc 3 and my brain went. No <3 What are they doing in all this! They're supposed to be a main character! Fuck dude! I fucked up I need to give them more screen time in. my brain

#asks

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jennagrinsoverml · 2 years

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Asker's ask game- 1)fave fic of yours is also all-time fave; la soeur of ma coeur (I've butchered that title, I'm sorry). 2) favourite chapter maybe your latest Learning to See? I love the pining & the whole chapter was such a rollercoaster of emotions too! 3) I adore Sabine in The Closest Thing. Her being so Knowing is extra good since we see that in Qilin but you wrote it before that came out. Your Adriens are always really good too with his self-deprecation & puns & being a cunning linguist

Asker's ask game pt.2 4)love how you write Adrienette so Stupid(affectionate) but tbh you do all sides well, especially the pining. 5) I'm actually not up to date on A Father's Love! I've only read the 1st chpt. I do want to though! Nothing personal, I'm behind on all sorts of things atm (and I'm doing this ask game instead of any of them 🤣). 6) Alya's 'Babe, they're not even dating' is always really vivid to me.

Asker's Ask game pt.3 7) Lila in The Closest Thing makes me teeth-grindingly angry. But most emotional has to be Betrayal. I just can't even with that. 8) I like how the kids always end up happy and together and they kiss. 9) most looking forward to more Learning to See and Betrayal. 10) you definitely opened my eyes to Ladrien. 11) I hope you write like an epilogue to your Love is Blind series with Adrien and Marinette watching the airing show and throwing popcorn at themselves on the screen

Asker's ask game pt.4 12) I've re-read most of your fics lol. Easier to name the ones I haven't, and I'm planning on re-reading them anyway. 13)yeah I made my partner read my favourite and tell him about others. 14) I didn't expect to like The Closest Thing! I'll explain more when I get around to commenting on the actual fic but I had some hang ups about aged-up fics among other things that I quickly realised were stupid.

Asker's ask game pt5 15) not a question about any one fic but just in general; how do you do it? Like you mum and you work and you put ridonkulous effort into your rec lists and then you have OTHER fandoms/interests too and (i'm assuming) housework and a social life, and yet you ALSO content-create and it's phenomenal and just how?? Cause wow. I wish I had your time-management skills.

I’m sorry I’ve taken so long to respond to this, but I’ve been too busy screaming and crying because this is just such a wonderful thing to receive in your inbox??? I like don’t even know how to respond except to tell you how much this means to me, how it basically made not just my entire day, but my entire week (which has been especially appreciate as last week was kinda rough) and just !!!!! Thank you so much 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

As for how I do it hahaha I don’t know that my time management skills are very good. If anything, I feel like my priorities are often out of whack. Like I didn’t meet my targets at work last year and that’s definitely due in part at least because of me focusing on writing and fandom things when I shouldn’t have been. (Part of it was not having proper childcare and just being absolutely exhausted and burnt out. The fandom stuff was my way of handling the burn out though soooo 🤷‍♀️)

In terms of the recs lists and such, it helps that I read fairly quickly. I also X out of fics I’m not enjoying fairly quickly. I DNF more fics that I finish. And being a frequent commenter means that if a fic sounds familiar, I can flip to the comments to figure out if I enjoyed it or not. And reading is my preferred method of relaxing so that works well for finding fics I want to rec. I email myself the good ones when I’m done with some key words for later, and then it’s just the write ups that require some real effort. And I guess I probably don’t need to go that hard buttttt I do lol

The writing definitely eats up a lot of time, but writing on my phone is a great way of making the most of the time I have since it means I can write when I’m lying down with my kids as they fall asleep or while riding in my car or waiting at the doctor’s office or whatever.

As for the housework...my house is kind of a disaster lol. No, it’s fine, just a bit messy but I’ve accepted that’s going to be the case with kids. My husband also shares in household and kid duties equally with me, which is huge. Like I really can’t overstate how wonderful my husband is. There’s no way I could do what I do without him.

Thanks again for such a wonderful series of answers 💖💖💖

(For the Fanfic Askers ask game)

#ask games #people are kind #my thoughts

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writingsoftrash · 12 hours

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An Update for Chapter 14 of Alice in ML. (For the few who follow me on here, will xpost on twitter imwritingiswear!)

So, chapter 14 is *almost* finished. I know how it needs to end, I know vaguely how I want chapter 15 to go, but real life has caused some major writing blocks haha.

I've been moved out in California now for almost a year come late july, for one and that's been well, a lot haha. My son is a year and a half old, and does have speech therapy about twice a week, and he ofc is my #1 priority!!

But, I think the real cause behind my brain not braining to finish this chapter (and this arc in general.) is that I was actually diagnosed with Hashimoto's disease earlier this week. (Tl;dr, autoimmune disorder that attacks the thyroid. I'll be fine once I'm on the right dosage of hormone, and i've already started!) But it makes a lot of sense now, that whenever I sit down to write, all the words seem to just disappear. Lots of fatigue and brain fog, it's really no fun, because I'll have everything planned out in my head so vividly - I open up my doc, and... it evaporates. Irritating as all fuck.

I think I need to push through the end of chapter 14, and I'll be back on my roll again.

The good news is, this has helped me flesh out the surprise arc that came to mind that's going to precede the final arc of the story. While these chapters have been heavily about Joe coming to terms with the idea of love, as a mecha - I think this next arc gives Alice the growth she needs to, funnily enough, answer the question posed by Claire* at the beginning of the movie, about if a mecha truly loves a human, what does that human owe mecha in return. ...if that makes sense. it probably doesn't just yet cos it's all in my noggin. I will give a small little spoiler, in that Patricia (!!!) will play a minor but important part, because the Patricia in my head is a sweetie.

In any event, I've rewatched the movie twice in the past 24hrs and I'm about to rewatch it again (... don't ask.) and I'm feeling like I may be able to get chapter 14 out soon, so thank you for your patience. 🥹

*the woman who asks this question in the movie is not canonically named Claire in the movie obviously, it's just a personal headcanon for the fic that Claire got into that meeting on false credentials. I forget which chapter Alice mentions this, she adds on that she would have gone but well, she's well known for her views, lol. But I thought the question posed would be something Alice herself would ask, and thus - Claire became that woman. Ignore the scenes where she shows up in the background in other cybertronic scenes lol.

#a.i artificial intelligence #gigolo joe

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bewarethewolfarmy · 2 years

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One Dark Day

(Nameless, Faceless rewrite: Cinnamon style

This one is a long one, just telling you now. But you get to meet a new face...well, not new so much as slightly different...you'll see

Masterlist

Their Gentle Peace (Chapter 12)

An Unusual Investigation (Chapter 14) )

Spencer never should have taken the case with the others.

He had not wanted to either; he wanted to stay home and finish watching the Fifth Doctor's run with Tsuki and keep working on his scarf. He wanted to sleep with his head in her lap while she played with his hair. He wanted to play with Tyler, he rather liked the little kid, and pet Charlie. But he knew he had a job and despite his worries about leaving Tsuki alone, Abby promised that the two would be fine, go have a day out with Tyler and that he needn't worry. It was somewhat comforting having her not question his overprotectiveness, and same for his teammates who mainly just reminded him they needed him and that he could always call her to make sure she was okay. But between the potential unsub causing such a racket at the border and and all the questions, the entire BAU team would be needed to properly untangle this particular case and that meant their genius and somewhat nervous Doctor Reid.

But no one expected it to become the horror show it did. What started with missing homeless people had led them across the border and into what looked to be one of those cases where the stomach turned no matter where one looked. A duo of unsubs, one quadriplegic and manipulative as hell, one developmentally challenged and stronger than any of them; it was not a happy ending, it was not one of those cases that left any of them with a good taste in their mouths and the trip home was solemn, leaving Spencer to just stare at his phone. He had known it would not end well, he had felt it in his bones and in his veins; he'd even asked Hotch but the man, always the most composed of them, tried to keep him focused. Unfortunately his feeling had been correct and between a good man being arrested for murder to avenge his lost sister, and a man who never really seemed to have a chance being gunned down, he felt himself be weighed down.

He wanted to go home. He wanted to be with his solace again; Spencer sent texts to Tsuki, trying his best not to tell her what had happened, still in some small way wanting so desperately to protect her from the worst his job could bring upon him, but she seemed to pick up on something being wrong nevertheless and tried to comfort him without knowing details. The gentleness of her words, reassurances that he could always depend on her, count on her, were almost enough but he knew it wouldn't be until he actually saw her again. A rest would do him well and he daydreamed of just laying on his bed beside her as she read him something, stroking his hair and letting him feel as if all the stress and all the darkness was far away and gone.

The reality though was that the BAU never did seem to get a break. They were barely back, and certainly not rested, when the new case came up; he was just barely asleep in bed, curled up beside her, when the call came in. He whined, he complained, he tried to ignore it, but she told him it would have to be urgent and that things happen. It didn't seem fair, it wasn't like there weren't other teams that could handle cases or things that should be best left to the police first but eventually despite all complaints he managed to pull himself out of bed, and away from her, to go to work. Again. After getting only four hours of sleep. He needed coffee and a lot of it.

“I'll see you once you get back,” she told him, kissing his cheek as she handed him a thermos of coffee; it was warm and smelled nice but still wasn't enough.

“I don't want to be back, I want to sleep,” he said and pouted, causing Tsuki to chuckle at him.

“How is it you keep reminding me of a puppy, Spencer? Go, I'm sure there was a good reason for this; you go work your case, I'll bake us some treats, and when you get back we'll snuggle and relax.”

“You're not gonna be alone while I'm gone will you?” Even exhausted, both mentally and physically, he couldn't help his concern.

She smiled. “You know, you really don't need to worry so much about me; I'm a grown adult and take care of myself.”

Part of him felt bad and he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I know, I know, I just...it's hard not to worry, with my job and what happened...”

Her trembling form in the Library of Congress, that sense of dread when she didn't answer his messages, and the anger upon knowing who had caused her to suffer. He still didn't feel alright about it, though she had recovered and her bruises were almost all gone; the events at the pig farm were still on his mind and he couldn't help a small amount of fear in his bones as he thought about leaving her alone.

Tsuki watched him for a moment then shook her head, moving to wrap her arms around his neck to pull him close in a hug. This too felt warm and she too smelled nice but this too was not enough for him. “I'll see if Abby wants to come over then; I'm sure if you're being dragged back into work, Aaron will too and she'll probably appreciate the company while Tyler's at school. Just try not to worry so much, okay? I really will be okay; Theodore is behind bars and I have faith that if anything did happen to me, I would be swiftly saved by DC's most brilliant non-medical doctor.”

“Is that supposed to be make me feel less worried?” he said though he could not resist a small smile and a little chuckle.

She did not answer, simply leaned up to kiss him lightly upon the lips before letting go. Tsuki was smiling which felt like a good thing. He just figured they would need to work hard to make this got dealt with quickly and efficiently, for both his sake and for Hotch's. That way Tsuki and Abby could both get more time with the men they loved.

At first Spencer didn't really know why they would even be needed for this case. It was one of those events in which the unsub was hunting people but the answer would likely be found easily enough if someone just talked to the would be victim, a Doctor Barton, and look at potential culprits. Though time was of the essence, and new surrogate victims were promised if Barton didn't give the unsub his son Jeffrey to murder instead, the situation wasn't so insane and dire that they might be needed.

But then the kid forced the issue and time became even shorter. Spencer sat in the living room, feeling exhaustion fill his every bone and thought as he listened to all the commotion. Jeffrey had escaped the house and now while Derek and JJ tried to keep him safe at school, Emily and him were assigned the task of trying to figure out with Doctor Barton who could be behind all this.

There was of course a problem: no Hotch. Despite calls, texts, attempts, their leader had not contacted them and no one could get in contact with him. A familiar sense of foreboding came across him and he was suddenly reminded of not too long ago when someone else had been completely out of communication, only to be found terrified and hurt. Of course this was Aaron Hotchner they were talking about, the idea of him cowering anywhere as not so much laughable as it was completely and utterly incomprehendable. There was no way that their stoic unit chief was gonna end up being found like Tsuki was but it didn't mean that he didn't feel a deep unease inside him as each minute went by and Hotch did not arrive or call any of them. The others seemed to be intent on their missions, and he would be too, but it didn't mean that he didn't feel the need when calling Garcia to ask if she had heard from him.

“No I haven't, why? You think something's wrong?” For a non-profiler she certainly could read them like a book at times.

“I don't want to believe it but,” he said and trailed off; he knew she would get the implication.

“Yeah, I understand, sweetie. I'll keep my ears open and my eyes focused for anything; in the meanwhile try to focus on the case, okay? I'm sure your honey wants you home as sane as you left and last thing I want is for that sweet little fairy to be sad, as I'm sure you agree,” she told him and he could practically hear the smile in her voice.

“Thanks Garcia.” He wanted to believe that everything would be okay, or maybe he just had to. The thought that maybe something happened to Hotch too would be too much; the man was the backbone of a team that consisted of brilliant individuals but Spencer would never pretend that there wasn't dangers to them each. Recklessness was their bread and butter and traumas that threatened them in every case, not just him but them all. It was only through the leadership of Hotch that they didn't manage to completely self destruct, that and the deep bonds that they formed from years of working together, and him being out of commission potentially left a bad taste in Spencer's mouth that he had to drown in coffee.

In what felt like no time at all they had their files and a sea of documentation lay before them. He could read them all in a matter of minutes of course but the point was not to read them; the point was to find out which, of any, would point them towards the culprit they searched. Doctor Barton seemed uncertain, antsy, and Spencer couldn't exactly blame him for it; his son's life was on the line and the boy was not in the house but in a public place that was only safe now because of the efforts of his teammates and the administration. This wasn't an ideal situation under any circumstances but it was the one they were in and he was going to do what he could to get this dealt with so they could make sure Hotch was okay, he could go home and get the affection he was promised.

Part of him wanted to contact Tsuki, even if just to send her a text and make sure she was okay; insecurities had strengthened once more with this new situation with Hotch but he knew all it would do was distract him and he needed to focus. She'd understand, she'd probably insist upon it, not wanting his worries and concerns to outweigh the responsibility he had to save lives and catch criminals. He didn't want that either, though knowing this, wanting this and always doing what was necessary didn't always match up the way anyone might want.

Beside him Doctor Barton seemed agitated and Spencer did his best to not so much try to control the situation as redirect energies; he tried to think of how Hotch would handle this situation, or JJ. They were good with people and good at getting the best out of them. He needed to do the same, especially when Emily had left to go see if she could go pick up Hotch, get him over to them; this work should be done with multiple people but Spencer was capable and he was smart and he tried to reassure himself and Doctor Barton that this was not a problem because they would be okay.

It became a problem though when Emily called. His blood ran cold, knowing that there couldn't be a good reason for it and there wasn't. Hotch's apartment had been hit, Hotch was missing, and there was blood on the ground. His head spun some as he thought of things that could have happened and he felt the dread growing exponentially within his chest. There was no point in panicking; he glanced over to where Doctor Barton was wandered over to, their own efforts there being rather stymed. The doctor noticed and asked what was going on, became more upset by Spencer seeming to be wasting time on the phone; this too was understandable under the circumstances and not a single thing here felt comfortable or right. Hotch was missing, his apartment had blood in it, and a teenage boy was in danger of being killed by a person that they still didn't really have a clue about.

“I'll find Hotch,” Emily promised and he trusted her to but it didn't make this more acceptable; nothing could do that and she knew this.

She wanted him to focus, he would, he had to. Hanging up he took a deep breath and took a second to think, just a second; Doctor Barton needed their assistance and they had no time to waste but Spencer needed to think. Reorganize his thoughts, categorize the panic, focus on what was important; there had to be a better way to find the unsub, some clearer clue, something that would point to where they needed.

“We can do this,” he reassured, to the doctor, to himself; Emily couldn't come back, she had to find Hotch, but Spencer Reid was a genius who could read books faster and more effectively than anyone else on his team and the clues were right in front of them; he just needed to look for them.

He got the doctor to sit down again, to breathe and they went over the cases again, tried to narrow them down more. The letter was important, the words used, the actions; this wasn't about something the doctor had done but what he hadn't. It wasn't about a life he'd actively tried to save but a life that maybe wasn't helped at all. Doctor Barton operated on countless people in the span of his day in the ER and that was not a fault or problem; it was simply a fact. But the unsub was angry and the answer had to lie less in the people who knew he had least tried but the people who felt like nothing had been done. Just as they informed him that there would be nothing he could do to save his son.

It felt like an eternity but it was only hours. What made it feel longer was the avalanche that seemed to fall all at once. Doctor Barton remembered a man whose son had been pronounced brain dead before even arriving at the hospital, who had asked about his own children. At the same time Hotch had been found but the details seemed to lead to something a lot darker than Spencer was really ready to handle or face on four hours of sleep between two stressful cases.

The doctor tried to leave, it was time to pick up Jeffrey and this was the Routine which they had told him to uphold anyway, but the negging at the back of Spencer's mind didn't go away and he promised to follow. Then Emily called; LC, living children. And it became all too clear all too quickly the true answer to the riddle they didn't even know was there before them. The gunman didn't want Jeffrey at all...

“Barton!” Spencer's heart rate went up and he rushed to get to the doctor; if he was right, and he was certain he was, this was the moment. When better to go after his true target then when the target was going about his usual routine, going to get his son, thinking this could be over only to find out it wasn't. He just barely got there in time, heard the unsub yell out “doctor” before shooting; Spencer threw Doctor Barton to the ground and felt a sharp agonizing pain in his leg. It made his head spin, more so than when he hit the ground with their would-be victim, but he tried to ignore it, tried to focus. Doctor Barton was alive, the unsub was there, and he needed to do more than let the pain control his mind. Especially as it awoke parts of him that he was already always suppressing; how good would it be to have some painkillers right there, just a little, just a bit. Of course it would be bad and it would hurt him a lot more but pain was a terrible thing and addiction more so.

He needed...many things. Check that the doctor was not hit. Get his gun back into his own hands. Try to get the unsub to calm down and see the reason and reality; his son did not die because of Doctor Barton, he died because of a car accident, because of things that neither father had power or control over. His leg hurt, it hurt a lot, but he focused, he pointed all the adrenaline towards trying to deescalate the situation. The unsub still had a gun and Spencer was on the ground with the doctor and he wasn't wearing his vest; Tsuki would be upset if she knew he was facing an armed suspect without a vest. He seemed to do that a lot now that he thought about it, which was a pretty dangerous. He should rethink that. He needed to focus; things were getting jumbled and sidetracked and that wasn't going to help any of them.

“Your son was killed by a car and this is not what he would have wanted.” After stress and adrenaline and panic on both sides, the unsub seemed to understand these words, letting Spencer's words finally sink in. As the man lowered his gun, Spencer was struck with how much he disliked situations like this, unsubs like this. It was so much easier to handle the monsters, the evil ones, those ones who hurt people because they enjoyed it. Not because there was something that had gone wrong and all they were trying to do was ease some deep pain. He often found himself feeling more sad than anything when it came to ones like this man, wondering if there was a way to help them, thinking of how maybe this was just how humans had to be ultimately. They suffered, they caused suffering; all he could do was try to be one of the people who mitigated as much of the potential as possible.

The gun was down but still there; Spencer begged, pleaded in as calm a voice as he could manage to have the unsub drop the gun but still every second ticked by and he could hear sirens and he could tell that the ending he wanted was not coming. He could still hope, pray, even as the pain in his leg started to twist his thoughts; please let this be the one time they didn't give up, please let this not be a day when I have to shoot someone, please let me forget this pain and not give into all those bad impulses.

He could control the last of those, he could even somewhat control the second. The first though, the first was up to their unsub and he wanted to die. Spencer gave one last plea before seeing the gun raised again and he shot, feeling it in his heart as much as in his hands; he didn't like using his weapon at all but he knew when he had to and he had to. The unsub dropped, the doctor tried to tend to Spencer but he convinced him to go to the unsub as well; Spencer would be fine, he was sure he'd be fine, he was just in pain and bleeding but it was just his leg, knee, somewhere in that area. The unsub though probably wasn't wearing a bulletproof vest either and Spencer knew vaguely where his aim was.

It was strange how things could get busy and quiet all at the same time; it was as if the pressure of everything suddenly burst and all the noise and activity was melding into one. His leg still hurt though, a lot and as he watched Doctor Barton do his thing, the medics arrive, everything start to move towards an ending, he thought again of how much he didn't want to get out of bed today. Would Tsuki be upset that he got shot in the leg? He was trying to do his best to do his job and this was one of those risks; part of him didn't want to worry her, another wanted to see her pout and huff at him. It was cute when she did that.

Oh the doctor was back; he was trying to focus but the pain was spreading into his ears and he could feel his heartbeat everywhere. That was either good or not, he wasn't sure. The bullet went right through? Good, good. He needed the doctor to go to his son, there was his son and Spencer's teammates and his brain immediately went back to the other problem.

“Are you okay?” Oh JJ, did he look okay? Though it was fair, maybe he had just fallen down, and started bleeding from his leg for no reason. No, that was the pain talking; she was worried.

“I'm fine,” he said and repeated that, partially for himself, mostly to keep her and the others focused.

Morgan wanted him to get to the hospital, which was reasonable, not a bad idea. But there were more important things. “You need to call Emily.”

He told them, he told them that something had happened to Hotch, and he could feel the air leave them all. They looked at one another, words unspoken but feelings known; if something happened to Hotch then things were bad. But what had happened and who had done it and why; all of these things needed to be talked about yet he found himself not wanting to say them. Let them find Emily, let her explain, he didn't want to think right at that moment about the truth of what was potentially going on. That that monster was back.

From there he was moved, with a lot of hesitation and complaining on his part because he was Fine and he was certain he would be Okay, but as Morgan reminded him “you got shot in the leg, Pretty Boy, you're going to the hospital even if I have to drag your ass in”. Which was fair he supposed but didn't they have more important things to do?

They located Emily at the hospital and while the team went with her to check on Hotch, Spencer was dragged away by nurses and doctors who wanted to treat his leg. He wanted to see Hotch but a familiar face made him pause, wondering if maybe he was hallucinating. It made no sense that Tsuki would be wearing doctor's scrubs, she wasn't a doctor, she was a bookseller. Though he supposed she was certainly smart enough to be a doctor, she could be whatever she wanted if she wanted and he would support her no matter what. Also where were her glasses, did she even wear contacts? His head was spinning.

“Tsuki, I didn't know you were a doctor, not that I'm complaining but you should have told me,” he said furrowing his brow.

Doctor Tsuki seemed surprised but almost amused by this and a nurse tried to get Spencer to lay down on a bed for them. “Sir, we're gonna give you something for the pain but we need you to lay down.”

“No, no drugs, no painkillers, I'm fine, really, I can handle it.” It really did hurt but if Tsuki was here then obviously it would be okay. He couldn't help but feel better knowing she was there.

“We're going to need to do surgery; the bullet went right through his knee, tearing through the tendons,” a different nurse said but it seemed to be aimed at Doctor Tsuki.

The lookalike smiled with a nod and then looked at Spencer. Those warm honey eyes made him feel like he was drowning. “Okay no painkillers but is it okay if we put you under at least, just so we can get your leg fixed up?”

“As long as if it's you, Tsuki, I'll do whatever you ask.” He smiled, he was sure it was goofy. She certainly chuckled and turned to the nurse holding him, giving orders. There was a response, “yes doctor Kokuryuu” and he didn't much like the auditory hallucinations. He already worried about his genetic disposition towards schizophrenia but the pain was making things much worse and he was feeling off and dizzy.

Wait, no, that may have been the anesthesia. Last thing he saw was Doctor Tsuki smiling at him.

This was far from the first time Spencer had woken up in a hospital bed but it was certainly the first time his side felt so heavy, and not simply because his knee was wrapped up like a mummy. The grogginess lasted for a time after he opened his eyes and he groaned a bit, feeling something shift beside him. Movement, he didn't move yet; he turned his head to check and blinked.

Tsuki was curled up beside him, her head resting on his shoulder and one arm drapped over him. Between her petite form and his skinniness the two managed to fit rather snugly into the bed, and he was aware of that sanitized smell that came with hospitals but there was that far more pleasant scent lingering close, her scent. He could not resist trying to bury his face in her hair, breathing it in; it was comforting to him and though this certainly was confusing, he felt more at ease with that scent.

“Oh look, you're awake.” He nearly jumped, not expecting someone to speak. More so to look up and see Tsuki looking at him; he looked down, there was Tsuki, he looked up, there too was Tsuki. Except, no, not quite; the face before him looked a lot like her, the same long black hair though it was tied back in a professional looking ponytail, and the same sort of amber eyes, and the same smile. But that wasn't Tsuki, the features were off, and the person in the doorframe, even in their more baggy clothing with scrubs and a doctor's coat, was clearly a male.

They tilted their head and stepped further in. “You look confused Doctor Reid.”

“You're...”

“Your attending physican, Doctor Meigetsu Kokuryuu, though you can of course just call me Getsu,” the Tsuki lookalike said and chuckled, “I believe you're well acquanted with my twin sister Tsuki.”

“Twins...” He looked at Tsuki again; she shifted, she stretched, but did not wake yet.

“Yes twins; I'm the elder of the two of us. When your friends brought you in you seemed a bit delirious, called me Tsuki and everything; I wish I could say that you're the first but nope, it's pretty common. Though I was certain that time had made it far easier to tell us part.” His voice was similar to hers too but deeper, it gave him some comfort but only a little.

“Tsuki is here too,” Spencer said and realized he sounded dumb, stating the obvious.

Getsu nodded. “After we managed to knock you out and tended to your leg I called her. Considering how you were acting, it seemed like you would want her here; she's been sticking to you like glue ever since she got here.”

Ah there it was, the warm fuzzy sensation again; it made Spencer smile and he looked back at her, still curled up into his side. He tucked some of her hair behind her ear, watching her as she continued to slumber, and he let out a small sigh. “I hope I didn't worry her too much...”

“Well I can't say it's a bad thing that she's here; your injury was pretty straightforward but it will take time for you to properly heal. You won't be able to walk for a time, having someone to help you will make the situation a lot better for you.” He sighed again. The agent suspected as much, though part of him had still been hoping that it wasn't going be that serious. It did give him a pretty good excuse to stay home with Tsuki he supposed but this would greatly limit the things they could do together. Not watching shows and movies of course, or reading. Oh he wouldn't be able to go to Nevermore, or at least visit her apartment for a time since she only had stairs and no elevator; that was certainly a shame, he was hoping to spend time with her there again soon. But at least his apartment complex had one, he wouldn't need to worry about getting home at least and she already was staying with him so...

“You really do like to space out, don't you?” He was basically at this point hardwired to react when he hears Tsuki's voice and her brother's was close enough to set him off, pulling him back to reality. He blinked a few times then turned red and embarrassed, tucking back his hair behind his ear.

“I don't mean to...”

“It's cute, leave him alone, brother.” Now that was his Tsuki, though her voice sounded groggy and small. She sat up on the bed, rubbing her eyes and stretching; her glasses were stuck in her hair and Spencer chuckled before pulling them out, watching her. She took them back and smiled back at him, “Spencer.”

“Oh look, the gremlin woke up,” Getsu said smirking and tilted his head, “What have I told you about sneaking into people's hospital beds?”

“You make it sound like I repeatedly get into people's beds!” she said indignant, glaring at her twin; Getsu continued to look amused and she huffed before turning back to Spencer; her gaze softened and she took his face in her hands, “How are you feeling, you're not in too much pain right?”

He leaned into her touch, it really did feel so nice. “I'll be fine, please don't worry.”

“Spencer, I'm going to worry no matter what; I love you after all. Now answer me properly.”

“...I'm in a lot of pain but really, I'll be fine. I was aware as an agent that this can happen to me, getting shot, so it's not that big of a deal. And your brother said it was pretty straightforward so it's not serious.”

She huffed again, furrowing her brow. “You got shot. You won't be able to walk without assistance for quite a while. That certainly sounds serious to me.”

“If you're not careful, you could exasperate the injury and thus cause yourself permanent damage, resulting in lifelong pain,” Getsu added, “Not taking your injury seriously would be a grave mistake, Doctor Reid.”

“I'm taking it serious, promise.” Something about having two near identical individuals semi-scolding him about his injury made him feel more like a child than anything else. He knew he had to be careful and he knew this was more serious than if he had just gotten hit with a blunt instrument or something. His ability to do his job was temporarily on hold while he was like this and he couldn't help but feel both antsy and bothered. Especially as he thought about how Hotch had been attacked and his team needed to figure that one out too; two members of the team being out of commission wouldn't help anything and he got the sense that Hotch would be no more willing to stay still than he. But at least Spencer currently had Tsuki; Abby likely would go see Hotch but who knew when that might be.

“Sorry to make you leave Abby when you two were probably having fun doing something,” he said deciding he preferred to move on; he didn't want to be scolded more.

“It's fine; she understood when I told her what was going on. You can't just ignore when your loved one is injured after all,” she answered and smiled at him, something he couldn't help but return.

And feel a bit bad about at the same time. “Tsuki...I wasn't the only one hurt today. Hotch was too.”

“He was at the scene as well? But Getsu didn't mention anything about that.” She looked up at her brother and he was frowning. Spencer could tell he knew about the agent but unlike with him and Tsuki, he was more tightlipped about that one.

“He wasn't at the scene; he was at his apartment. Someone...Emily found blood and apparently he was brought here by someone.” Not just someone; they had had Morgan's badge, Morgan's credentials, used Morgan's name. And there was only one person who they knew who could have those outside of Derek Morgan himself, a person who had been captured only to escape. Someone with a reason to hate Aaron Hotchner. “I don't know, I only know he was in pretty bad shape. I don't know if anyone's contacted Abby yet, I'm sure they have or won't depending on how important it seems to them...”

“I'll text Abby.” It was not a suggestion, it was a lot more concrete than that, and part of him understood. Getsu had called her about him because he'd understood that she would want to know if Spencer was hurt; no doubt in Tsuki's mind it was only reasonable, right that Abby be given the same consideration. He understood this and no one did anything to stop her as she shifted, still beside him in bed as she pulled out her phone and started to text quickly. A strange sort of emotion filled him, both ease and concern, a sense that something was wrong and yet that everything was fine; it was the contrast between having Tsuki there who gave him such comfort, while somewhere in the hospital his boss lay badly injured. He took a deep breath and rrested his head on her shoulder, causing her to absentedly start to stroke his hair as she continued to communicate with her friend.

Her expression changed. There was a furrowing of the brow and more concern and she paused for a moment before turning to Spencer. “Spencer, why would they need to put Abby into witness protection? What is going on?”

His heart sank and he didn't know either. Hotch was attacked and it was by someone who was best described as a major enemy for the BAU, but he wasn't entirely sure how that related back to Abby. Maybe Haley, they were divorced but she was still important to Hotch on multiple levels and not just because of Jack, but Abby...

“There were some developments and it's been deemed necessary for Abby Phillips, her son Tyler, as well as Hotch's ex-wife Haley and their son Jack to all go into witness protection.” Spencer stared towards his door where JJ was. She looked solemn, that expression she often wore when trying to explain something to a victim's family; it wasn't cold so much as it was as much controlled as possible, not Hotch's emotionless expression but a JJ interpretation. It was Not A Good Thing and he felt his heart drop.

Tsuki did not appear to count that as an explanation but for her credit she did not ask more questions immediately. Haley, Abby, Tyler and Jack; combined with what had happened to Hotch, Spencer could only guess why this was necessary and it wasn't good. He put an arm around Tsuki to pull her closer and JJ, noting this, sighed some before turning to Getsu who had simply been watching this whole situation silently. She opened her mouth then stopped, the same sort of confusion as Spencer had felt crossing her face; she too glanced over at Tsuki then back at Getsu and blinked a few times before speaking, “Um, doctor...?”

“I'm Tsuki's older twin brother Getsu,” he answered trying his best not to laugh now; he was very good though, “I'm a doctor here at St Sebastian's. I assume you were wanting to ask for a moment alone with the patient?”

“Yes, if you wouldn't mind.”

“I have no problem with that but I think Doctor Reid and Tsuki might have feelings about being separated.”

Tsuki bit her lip and started, with hesitation, to try to dislodge herself from Spencer's side. “I can go temporarily; I'm certain it's something important.”

Part of him was tempted to stop her, tell her not to go and that she should stay. It wasn't just about his own comfort; Abby was her best friend and witness protection meant that her friend was in danger, she was not going to be able to see her or talk to her for an unknown amount of time and that would be hard and unfair to ask of her to have to handle without letting her know why. But at the same time knowing could put her in danger and it was likely involving Hotch too at the same time. They couldn't just release important, and dangerous, information to a civilian. This wasn't a simple situation, there was no simple answers; he put a hand through his hair and she smiled lightly at him, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“It's okay, I'll be outside with Getsu.” That didn't really make him feel any less bad about this situation but at least she seemed to understand. Tsuki walked over, grabbing her twin by the arm and dragging him outside.

The room fell into silence, neither JJ nor Spencer spoke at first. She approached slowly, furrowing her brow as she looked over his injury then at his face. “How are you feeling?”

“I could definitely be better but Getsu seems to think it's a simple enough situation; I'll need to be off my feet for a time, on crutches for a while, but it didn't sound like any permanent damage was done as long as I'm careful,” he answered giving a small shrug and he laid back in the bed, “Why is Abby going into witness protection, JJ?”

She sighed; he doubted she expected him to cut his part of this so short but he wanted to know. No, he needed to know, even if Tsuki didn't get to.

“Foyet attacked Hotch in his home; we didn't get many details from him, I think he remembers more than he's saying but none of us want to push the issue, but he took two pages from Hotch's address book.”

“Two? Why two?”

“I don't know but they're the ones that Haley and Abby were listed on, as well as leaving inside Morgan's now returned credentials the picture of Haley and Jack he keeps with him. We got all four into custody and brought them to talk to Hotch on their own; I'm fairly certain this is the first time Haley has met Abby's girlfriend and I really didn't want to see how that plays out.”

Somehow he wasn't convinced but he kept that to himself. Spencer sighed. “So for their safety it's been decided that all four need to go into witness protection.”

“Foyet wants to make Hotch suffer and how better to do that than attack his son and the woman he's in love with,” JJ said nodding, “I know it's not exactly following with the profile we have on him of course but in the circumstances...”

“He choose not to kill Hotch for some reason, brought him here to where he could be treated for his wounds, and left clues that made it clear that not only does he know about Haley, Jack and Abby but he is willing to go after them. George Foyet enjoys making others suffer, he especially enjoys tormenting and harming couples; Haley is Hotch's ex-wife but Abby is the woman he's with right now and a far more attractive victim in terms of proximity to Hotch and potential for causing psychological damage. Only Jack, his son, is a better target but as long as Haley is kept safe, Jack will be too. And Tyler can't exactly be separated from his mother considering the situation with his own father so two small children uprooted from their lives along with their mothers because one serial killer...” It didn't seem fair, it didn't seem right, but neither of these were important points when it came to handling serial killers. Especially in the case of ones as intelligent and sadistic as George Foyet.

“It should only be until he's caught, then they can all come home.” The implication was left floating. Foyet had already escaped custody once and he had gotten away again after taking Hotch to the ER. It was hard to be certain how long it might be until they manage to catch him again, how long those four would need to stay hidden away to keep them safe, to prevent Hotch from losing those he loved.

JJ sighed and continued. “It's likely they'll all be kept together so at least this means they won't be entirely alone, and Haley and Abby will both have an adult with them to help with the boys.”

“I suppose,” Spencer said though he wasn't sure if that really made the situation any better, “I assume you don't want me to tell Tsuki any of this.”

Fair, it really was dangerous information and knowing probably wouldn't make it better. Still she was worried and she cared a lot about Abby and Tyler; it felt wrong to keep everything from her. “It would likely be for the best that she not be told everything, just that there's a threat to her friend's life that needs to be dealt with,” JJ said with a gentle smile.

“Understood.” A silence fell again; he didn't know what else to say, or what else could be said. Hotch was injured, four people were going into witness protection, he had been shot in the leg and now couldn't walk for a while; this had been a terrible followup to the horrible events in the pig farm.

JJ placed a hand on his shoulder and there again was that kind smile. “I'm gonna go tell the others you're okay; just focus on healing up and getting better, alright? Listen to your doctor and your...nurse.”

He turned bright red, staring at her with wide eyes as she chuckled and turned to leave the room. Tsuki peeked in and looking at her, he just felt more embarrassed. Leave it to his teammate to find ways to leave him flustered.

His girlfriend approached, moving to his bedside but didn't move to climb back beside him. “Are you okay?”

“I'm fine,” he said still blushing.

“Everything alright with Hotch?” Her concern was sincere.

“He'll live.” He waited for what he was certain would be an inevitable question but it never came. Instead she reached out to touch his forehead and her cool touch made him shiver a little.

“You're red.”

“JJ was teasing me.”

“Oh.” That caused her to chuckle and he too smiled.

“May I join you again?” she asked and this caused him to look at her again, smiling.

“You don't need to ask, Tsuki.” He scooted over some and with a smile of her own, Tsuki climbed back onto the bed, cuddling up to him. She was warm and soft and the comfort of her presence made him feel more at ease again.

There were bad things that had happened and there were bad things that had yet to happen that surely would; Spencer was certain that the days to come, weeks, months would prove to be difficult and challenging, for him, for Hotch, for Abby and Haley and the kids, for all of them. But he wanted to focus on each day as it came and do as JJ had suggested: to recover so that hopefully he could get back to helping his team sooner rather than later.

God knew that what was coming would require all of them.

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TMI Tuesday

Tuesday, and the second day of Summer School. Happy day to you all! You can call me a Rottweiler if you’d like, but in spite of the minor angst they cause almost every week, I’m not quite ready to give up TMI Tuesday just yet.

Here’s what I’ve been up to this week, and I am (hopefully) looking forward to answering your asks. Here is a link to my inbox.

Also, if you read a fic you enjoyed on AO3 or on Tumblr (not just mine), please take the time to comment and/or leave kudos. It means a lot to the content creators and I have noticed lately that a lot of writers (this one included) are feeling the lack and some are moving away from Rumbelle to other things…

Posted this week:

I have not posted anything this week.

Stuck record time (skipping CD doesn’t quite sound the same), so I’m gonna say it again for the people in the back - Writers NEED engagement… And not just from readers - talking with other writers too, engaging writer to writer is just as important. Whether it is deserved or not is open for debate, but when nothing is forthcoming, a writer stagnates, becomes burned out, feels unappreciated and inspiration fades, no matter how much the muse might be rattling the bars of the cage.

On the cards for this week:

Lover’s Leap Series - Part 14

Rumplestiltskin has fallen foul of a fairy curse, and Belle volunteers to take on the curse herself in order to help break it.

Laer o Faen - chapter 26

A near fatal encounter with the Serpents of the North leaves Greenwood the Great’s queen with but one choice, one that cost her own life, but she makes a promise to her beloved King, born of a love that has already lasted through more than an age of Middle Earth, and remains the only hope to warm a heart fallen behind a wall of despair. (Mingled Movie/book canon, the span of the entire story takes in events from the 1st - 4th Ages of Middle Earth.)

Next up:

Breathe - Chapter 5

As the Lucian Alliance attack Icarus Base, Doctor Rush makes the decision that dialing back to Earth is too dangerous, though that may not at all be his reason for attempting to dial the ninth chevron, persuaded by Eli, and by something Belle had said to him previously, he substitues Earth for Icarus, and the connection is made. In spite of hurrying to urge Belle to the ‘Gate room and through the 'Gate, neither he, nor anyone else believes that Belle actually made it on board Destiny…

Ask suggestions

Ask something about any of my fics (full list is below the cut). If you want specifics from some fics that are already outlined, you can ask about:

Disparate Pathways, Chapters 41 through 54 All Our Past Mistakes, Chapters 11 through 44 Lover’s Leap Series, Stories 14 through 31 Time’s Curse, Chapters 4 through 10 Laer o Faen, Chapter 26 Stargate: Atlantis, Harms Way or any of the 20 fics in the series.

Ask something of any of my characters in general or you can get really specific if you like - for example you might want to ask Gold from Pawn Shop a question about a chapter, a thought, a feeling… (the world is your oyster really)

Ask about my process as a writer, what makes me tick,, or even ask about me personally.

Also, if you want to see a specific character or fic featured in Three Things Thursday, or Saturday Secret, feel free to send in prompts, if no one does, then either the choice will be random or they just won’t happen at all. I made an analogy for why that might be in a different post about a car stuck in the mud with spinning wheels.

You can find all my fics currently on AO3 here, and there is a full list under the cut.

Storybrooke’s Best Kept Secret - Rumbelle

Darkness In Hyperion Heights - Woven Beauty au

Seven Tastes - Rumbelle

Tuesday - Rushbelle AU

The Language of Flowers Series - Rumbelle

Disparate Pathways - Rumbelle AU

Scattered - Rumbelle AU

All Our Past Mistakes - Rumbelle AU

What the Actual Fuck! - Sutherelle

Breathe - Rushbelle

The Lover’s Leap Series - Rumbelle

Awakening - Rumbelle

War Is Coming To Storybrooke - Rumbelle

Given No Choice - Rush

Thoughts On A Happy Ending Series - Rumbelle

Darker Hearts Series - Wish!Rumbelle

Modern Wonders - a OUAT/Alice crossover

Time’s Curse - Rumbelle

The Pawn Shop On Main Street - Rumbelle

The Mansion On the Edge of Town - Rumbelle with a side of Jefferson

Cobra: In Your Prayers - Cobra/FatWS/UC:Undercover et al

To See Series - Rumbelle

Nobody Knew (Bingo) - Rumbelle

Secret of the Seas - Rumbelle AU

Butterfly and Phoenix - ST:DSC

Laer o Faen - Tolkien

Ship’s Rats - ST: DCS

I Amar Boe Men Heb - Tolkien

Coming Down - Halt and Catch Fire

Armor of Ice - Halt and Catch Fire

Duath i-Achas Eriol - Tolkien

Balance of Terror - Sleeper Cell

What To Believe - UC: Undercover

If: In The End - UC Undercover

Precious - The Mummy Series

Forbidden - The Mummy Series

Power Is - The Mummy Series

Angel of the Heart - The Mummy Series

Star of the Morning - The Mummy Series

Here are fics that haven’t yet been started, but are in the Muse’s bucket.

The Miner’s Day Festival - Rumbelle

Aftermath - Rumbelle (with a side of madness)

Saving The Dark One (WT) A twist on a twist of Rumplestiltskin.

Brought To You By The Color… (Red)

Calcul(us)

(In)consistent equation

The Boston Storybrooke Line

Breaking the Waves (Movie AU)

ILP (or IEP) for Rumple.

One Last Wish

In Service to My Son

Playground Games

Bright Eyed and Bushy Tailed

“Only Remembered For What We Have Done.”

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sparklingchim · 2 years

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long way home 08 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 2k

rating: pg

genre: dilf!jungkook, friend to lovers, angst

warnings: jk helping oc to get changed, jk having some dirty thoughts🙄, he's kinda obsessed w her boobs

summary: the one where you're drunk and ask jungkook a question and he unknowingly crushes all your hopes with his answer.

a/n: the last update in 2021!!! 💫💫🌸💗

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08| 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 |

masterlist | long way home masterlist

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3 months ago

When Jungkook got texts from you at 4 am saying "hello" - "i hope ur still awake bcause" - "i called a cab and" - "here's the thing" - "i forgot my address" - "so i told him urs" - "sorry" - "u better be awake" "im tired and i wan cuddles" he knew that he was in for a long night.

It had been a long night already. His two month old baby refused to have a decent sleep this night. By now, Jungkook has figured out Nabi's weaknesses though - she loves hearing him softly sing a lullaby for her. And despite her falling asleep within seconds after he begins to softly hum a tune, she wakes up minutes later, crying and screaming. That cycle went on for hours and hours tonight.

Right now she's fast asleep again, Jungkook already counting the minutes till she will wake up again.

Although it's the middle of the night and Jungkook barely got any rest - he doesn't feel tired. His baby girl wailing in his arms for countless of times this night hasn't allowed drowsiness to swamp his body. His sleeping schedule is messed up anyways.

That's why Jungkook is slouching on his couch in the middle of the night, watching some movie on Netflix that he randomly selected from the action category.

He texts you that he is, indeed, awake and that you're welcome to spent the night at his.

Jungkook is actually glad that you're coming over. He's seen you a lot these past weeks because you try to help him with Nabi as often as possible, but he could never get enough of you being with him. Your presence is making him happier, a fact that would always stay the same.

Jungkook takes a sip from his beer that he just fished out from the fridge. He closes his eyes for a second. Maybe he's not tired but he feels the exhaustion lingering in his limbs.

He loves Nabi - he really does - but on nights like these he gets reminded of how hard it is to have a new born and to come accustomed to drastically changing your whole life and routine to have your baby's needs in the center. Especially if you didn't know that a new born would be thrown into your life without having any preparation for...anything.

It still gives Jungkook big fat headache whenever he thinks about his ex.

,,Sora," he mutters, spitefully - perhaps even in a disgusted manner.

But no, he wouldn't let his mind drift off to that cruel woman. Not tonight, at least.

"Jungkooook," you sing-song with a giggle following right after, softly knocking on his door.

Your voice instantly causes a smile to fall on Jungkook's mouth. Leaving his beer on the table he gets up and opens the door for you.

"Hiii, Kookie," you beam, almost collapsing into him with how much power you let yourself fall against his body. Your arms are around his back and your cheek is pressed against his chest. He wasn't even properly able to see your face before you snuggled against him.

Jungkook closes the door behind you before he rests his palms on the curve of your hip.

"Hey," he greets back, looking down at your face squished against his body. "You're not falling asleep right?"

"Noo, just, " - you rub your cheek against his muscular front, taking a deep breath through your nose - "missed you," you finish.

"We had a movie night yesterday, baby," Jungkook reminds you. His hands wander up your cold and bare arms. "Didn't you wear a jacket? Y/n, it's freezing outside." He scowls, rubbing your arms to warm you up.

"I..." you raise your head, staring at his chest with furrowed brows and deep in thoughts. "I had one on," you say. "Must have forgotten it somewhere."

Jungkook is already enough concerned about you catching a cold every time you wear these flimsy low-cut dresses to a nights out. Like, he can look right into your cleavage and god, your tits look amazing and he'd like to squeeze his head in between them for the rest of his life, but the temperature outside are fucking low and now you tell him that you forgot your jacket somewhere? Maybe you should catch a cold to learn your lesson. When he thinks about it, it actually sounds nice because then you could stay at his place and he could take care of you.

Jungkook blinks a few times. You're barely a minute here and already got him confused in the head - from being concerned to thinking about his face between your gorgeous tits to taking care of you when you're sick.

He sighs, shaking off all his thoughts. "Let's get you warmed up again."

Jungkook guides you to his bedroom by your hips. He sits you down on the edge of his bed, opening his closet to get a pullover from his and some sweatpants that you've left here a while ago.

Returning to you, he sets the clothes next to you on the bed. Jungkook kneels down, fiddling with the strap of your black heels before getting them off for you. He remembers you saying that these are the most comfortable high heels you've ever worn. He doesn't quite remember why he remembers such trivial things. With the knowledge he has about your heels he doesn't need to ask if you're feet are fine or if they hurt but he decides to ask anyway, just because he wants to make sure.

"Do your feet-" He gets cut off, well, not really cut off more like distracted by the fleeting view of the underside of your boobs before they vanish beneath the pullover that you pulled over your head. You had pulled your dress down to your tummy, fixing the pullover that now covered your upper half.

"Hm?" you ask, looking at him with those big gullible eyes because he didn't finish his sentence.

Jungkook gulps, mumbling a "nothing" under his breath.

You lift your hips, getting the dress off completely.

Jungkook doesn't mean to stare, he really doesn't, but - oh, are those new? He doesn't remember ever seeing you in some baby blue lace panties. They're cute though, look fancy and just absolutely radiate push them to the side and fuck you in nothing but these pretty panties on energy.

And then shove his face between your boobs and his night would be saved.

His thoughts are moving around dangerous territory right now and, what a surprise, he feels something moving and aching between his legs as well. He blames his 2 month long dry spell for this.

Nevertheless, Jungkook pushes those thoughts away and helps you get into the sweatpants.

"Where's my little baby?" you inquire, hands around Jungkook's biceps to help yourself up from the bed.

"Sleeping. And if you wake her up I'll never forgive you."

"Hmm, though night?" Your arms naturally loop around his neck.

Jungkook nods, your presence giving him much needed comfort. He draws you closer by pulling you by your waist.

"Let's sleep?" you suggest. "Want cuddles," you pout.

"I can tuck you into bed. I'm not tired yet."

"Watchu doing?"

"Just gonna finish watching that movie."

"Okay, I'll come with you."

Jungkook doesn't even care about the movie.

He cares more about paying attention to how perfectly you're body fits into his. You're cuddling him from the side, leg thrown over his lap, arm across his front.

He has a lazy arm thrown over your shoulder, thumb grazing over your clothed body.

"Jungkook?" you say, handing him the glass of water that he gave you to sober up a little. He leans forward to place it on the table.

"Mhm?"

"I just had a thought."

"Congratulations."

You ignore him his teasing. "What if parallel universes were a thing?"

"Would be pretty dope, I guess."

"With like the same people and stuff," you continue.

Jungkook hums, acknowledging that you've said something but not commenting on it.

You gasp a little. "What if there's a parallel universe where we're not friends but enemies?" Your eyes widen in shock.

Jungkook smiles at your cuteness. "That'd suck." His hand slips underneath your pullover, thumb rubbing over your warm skin on your hip bone.

"Or one in which we don't even know each other." There's a scowl on your face like that thought alone makes you sick.

"Then I'll take the enemies one. Can't live my life without you." It's sounds corny but it's the truth.

"You know what I also thought about?" you ask almost hesitantly, fingers brushing over his chest.

"Hm?" His hand on your hip pulls you closer to him.

"A parallel universe in which we both would be dating."

"You think that'd be a good idea?" he asks.

"Well, better than not knowing each other." You frown. "What do you think?"

"Not a good idea."

Your frown deepens, bottom lip jutting out in a pout. "Why?"

"There are too many reasons not to be with you."

You raise your head to look into his eyes. He can't decipher what's going though your mind right now. But you look a little startled, maybe he'd go that far to call it hurt. But that's...why would you feel hurt? Was he too harsh? It's not like - no, it's definitely not like you're hurt because you have feelings for him...right? That couldn't be.

But that look in your eyes stays for a little longer and Jungkook doesn't know what's the truth anymore.

When he thinks about it - why would you think about him and you being together? You're drunk, he tells himself. You don't know what you're saying. He shouldn't put a deep meaning into you drunkenly fantasising about things.

Aren't drunk words sober thoughts, tho?

But then, thankfully, his suspicion gets proved wrong when you look away with a roll of your eyes. "You're rude."

Jungkook heaves a little sigh of relief. "I'm just stating facts. We're better off as friends."

"That's true," you agree. "But you're still rude. And your facts are stupid."

"You're stupid."

"I hate you."

"I love you."

"Shut up."

"You started."

The banter continues till Jungkook feels your palm colliding with the back of his head.

"Hey...why are you still awake?" Jungkook wonders as he looks down at you.

After the movie Jungkook brought you to his bed. You're head rests atop his chest and for the past minutes you've been staring into the darkness, your head full of thoughts.

You shortly avert your eyes at him before continuing to stare up at the ceiling.

"You know, if you want to fall asleep you'd have to close your eyes," he tells you, fingers brushing trough your hair.

You don't have the energy to answer him. You just grumble something incoherently.

"Baby, what's the matter?" he inquires, his question only a whisper and you hate how much he cares.

Because you thought maybe, maybe after all this time he'd feel the same. Just a little bit.

He gave you an answer tonight. You didn't even notice where you were steering the conversation at. But then you had that thought in mind and you just went for it because...well, there was still hope in you left.

Now you know. And you realise you were foolish to have hope left.

When you're about to answer with a stupid excuse as to why you're not able to sleep, Nabi's cries resound through the apartment.

Without another word Jungkook pushes your thigh off his body and climbs out of the bed to get to Nabi.

As soon as you're left alone there are tears stinging your eyes.

You shut your eyes close, burying your face into the pillow and desperately try to fall asleep. To not feel the pain anymore.

When you wake up tomorrow every thing will be fine. You'll forget what he said to you.

But it's hard going to sleep when there's this annoying thought looping in your mind. It's unstoppable and insufferable.

When Jungkook comes back you pretend to be asleep. He doesn't notice. He simply gives you a peck on the forehead and pulls you into his arms. You hate how you're heart feels like when he does all of that.

So you lie there awake for the whole night, with you're heart aching and your hope only existing as broken pieces, and Jungkook's remark embedded in your head.

There are too many reasons not to be with you.

#jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook fic #bts fanfic #bts scenario #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #bts x reader #dilf jungkook #jungkook angst #jungkook smut #jungkook f2l

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boldlyvoid · 3 years

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Million Dollar Man | Chapter Five

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summary: Spencer's therapist recommended he branch out and meet new people who don't want to talk about his work... she didn't expect him to sign up for a Sugar Daddy website.

Content warnings: sugar daddy!spencer, age gaps (14 years), daddy kink, blow jobs, handcuffs, thigh fucking, public sex, exhibitionism, edging, vibrators, dirty talk, dom spencer

word count: 4.6K

a/n: updates on Wednesdays and Saturdays

Chapter Five | Masterlist

He’s ripped from a peaceful slumber by his work phone ringing on the night table. Y/N asleep on his chest, he tries to reach for it without waking her, successfully he answers with a groggy whisper, “hello?”

“Morning sleepy head?” Emily laughs, “it’s 10 am, Reid, why are you whispering?”

“I’m with my girlfriend, she’s still asleep,” he realizes he’s never told the team flat out that he was seeing someone, they all guessed but none of them had really asked.

“Oh,” Emily seems just as shocked that he said it. “We have a local case, I need you here for the geo profile and then you can go back to your mandated break.”

“I’ll be in, in 30,” he replies before hanging up.

“Can I come?” She whispers against him, obviously awake from all the commotion.

“Sure,” he shrugs, “if you don’t mind seeing and hearing about whatever horrific thing happened this time.”

“I don’t,” she sits up and stretches, “come on Mulder, we’ve got a case to crack.”

He laughs, “sure thing Scully.”

—

He’s nervous in the elevator on the way up to the BAU, Y/N on the other hand is so excited she’s practically vibrating. She’s dressed for the part, with her little visitor's badge and Spencer’s hand held tightly in her own, she basically drags him towards the bullpen when the doors open.

“Spence!” Luke calls for him, Tara and Matt turn around with big smiles to see him. “Who’s this?”

“Uh,” Spencer swallows sharply, “this is my girlfriend, Y/N this is Luke, Matt and Tara.”

She lets go of his hand to shake theirs, he watches as they all smile and introduce themselves to her, causing the rest of the team to notice the new person in the room and rush over. They have a lot of questions, they’re all very surprised she’s as young as he was when he started at the bureau and that he’s actually bringing her around.

When he finds out what’s going on, he’s really glad he brought her in. There’s been a few bomb threats in D.C, one of which is the building across from Y/N’s apartment. They’re trying to keep hysteria to a minimum, he knows he wouldn’t have been able to tell her if he didn’t bring her, he also knows he would have broken protocol to get her out of there.

She sits at his desk while he works, looking through all his things for a while before Spencer hears a familiar voice in the bullpen. Penelope was called in for backup, making eye contact with Y/N as soon as she walked in and cheering. “Oh! You’re here!”

Spencer leaves the briefing room, abandoning the geo-profile to introduce Penelope to the girl she helped him find, he runs down the stairs and wraps his arms around her.

“Spencer,” she relaxes into his embrace and holds him close, “I’ve missed you so much.”

When Spencer pulls away, the smile on his face is remarkable, “Penelope, this is Y/N,” he says her name and Penelope automatically knows who she is.

He told her right after he bought her whole Wishlist, Penelope has known about her the longest and yet she’s never been able to meet her. She turns to Y/N with a smile, “are you a hugger?”

Y/N stands and wraps her arms around her, “I think I owe you a very big thank you,” she whispers in Penelope’s ear.

“For what?”

“Teaching grandpa over here how to use the internet,” she teases him, “and for your helpful tips, he was the nicest one I met on there.”

“You’re very welcome,” Penelope pulls back with another smile, holding Y/N’s face in her hands, “and thank you.”

Y/N pulls her into another hug and now everyone is watching, Spencer knows he’s going to be bombarded with questions eventually but for now, Y/N is going with Penelope to her office and Spencer has a map to look at while he stresses himself out.

Matt, Tara and Emily head to the scene to join JJ, Rossi and Will, leaving Luke with Spencer in the briefing room.

“Can I ask?”

Spencer nods, “go ahead.”

“How did you meet her? Was she one of your students?”

He doesn’t know how to answer, not because he’s ashamed of it or of her, rather because he doesn’t know if she’ll want people to really know. “Penelope helped me get online to meet people, I made an account on a sugar daddy website thinking it would be easier to pay someone who doesn’t know me to hang out rather than try and make a new friend.”

“That’s smart,” Luke nods along as he listens. “She seems really cool.”

“She’s the best,” he smiles. “She’s really smart and talented, she’s an author actually, her books coming out in January.”

“I’ll have to get a copy,” Luke smiles right back.

“Her publisher and I have actually planned a big birthday party slash final draft party, if you and the team want to come and have drinks and get to know her more, that would be really nice,” Spencer offers, knowing it’s about time they all celebrated something together.

“I’d love to come, and I’ll bring Penelope,” Luke’s just as excited as he is.

“I’m a little surprised you didn’t know already, being with Penelope and everything?”

He shrugs, “we don’t talk about work or really gossip about the team now that she’s not working here, it makes her a little sad that she left but she’s doing a lot better just coming in occasionally.”

“I didn’t think I’d like my months off at first, either, but now I’m also debating leaving,” he knows it's a lie. He’s already written his letter of recognition, he’s just waiting for the go-ahead from Y/N that they’re moving to California.

“16 years is a really long time to be doing this job,” he agrees, “I’m sure if you wanted to leave the bureau would offer you your full retirement package early, given everything you’ve been through for this country.”

Spencer nods, “don’t let this job take your spark, you’re very wonderful, Luke, and I’d hate to see you lose it for the greater good.”

“My greater good is just down the hall,” he smirks, “I make the world a better place for the woman I love, she’s the reason I get up every day and come to work because I can’t wait to get home to her safely.”

Luke has always loved Penelope, it’s been very obvious, and yet she didn’t want really anything to do with him until Derek advised her to be nice. She was so busy thinking about all her other babies leaving the nest after Derek that she didn’t take the time to consider bringing in Luke to the nest for warmth and love as well.

“When are you asking her to marry you?”

Luke turns bashful, a slight blush on his cheeks as he stares at the table, “Christmas, it’s her favourite time of the year.”

“Have you talked to Derek?” Spencer only worries slightly, after what happened with Kevin he doesn’t want to see it happen to Luke.

“Nope, I’ve talked to her brothers though, we’re going to California again this year for Christmas and they all said they’d love to have me in the family,” Luke smiles, “the Garcias are my favourite.”

Spencer isn’t normally a hugger but he walks around the table and wraps Luke up, “I’m asking Y/N in a week.”

“No way?”

He nods, “she’s the greatest good I’m ever going to get.”

“Amen, brother.”

—

Penelope’s job was incredible, she was in awe as she watched her tap away at her keyboard and answer a million and one questions. She reminded her of Ned from Kim Possible and she knew if she said that to anyone she’d give away just how young she is.

She’s gotten a lot of looks, she knows people are talking about it and yet she doesn’t really care. There isn’t any malice behind the stares and the whispers, they all seem genuinely surprised that Spencer has a girlfriend over the fact she’s in her 20’s.

There’s a single dull moment and she turns to Y/N, “can I please have the juicy details, please,” she begs and it makes her feel giddy.

She’s never really had any girlfriends like this, and she certainly didn’t have anyone to tell about Spencer. “He’s the love of my life, I’m completely serious.”

Penelope squealed, “that’s all I’ve ever wanted for him, ugh this is so exciting! Are you guys serious? How long has it been?”

She nods, “not long, uh he got me this necklace a week or two ago and we’ve been moving pretty slow for his sake. In the last 10 months he’s become my bestie and I’ve convinced him to move in and he sleeps in my bed now and I love waking up beside him… he’s a real gentleman.”

“That’s good, he’s never been able to take the scenic route in life… I know you’re only here cause he trusts you and if he trusts you that means you know everything and if you know ever—“

“Yeah,” she cuts her off, “I know about all of it and everyone who’s hurt him and how he’s hurt himself but what’s more important is that it doesn’t phase me, he’s just a person trying to deal with the life he’s been given, we all are.”

Penelope wraps her up in a gentle hug, “he’s always needed someone like you.”

It makes her heartbreak just a tiny bit thinking about how as long he didn’t have anyone. Sure, he was surrounded by his friends at work and loved enough that they all brought him back home but he was never cared for the way she would have done it. There’s a weird maternal instinct that comes over her with Spencer and she knows exactly why, all she knows is she wants to love him and care for him for the rest of his life.

If she lives to be 100, she hopes he lives to be 116, because there isn’t a day she wants to spend on this earth where Spencer Reid isn’t alive and beside her.

She’s not going to cry in Penelope’s arms after just meeting her so she pulls back with a smile, “but what kind of juicy details are we talking? Cause I can’t embarrass him too bad…”

Penelope’s laugh is evil as she rubs her hands together, “a little birdie whose name rhymes with shmerek said he knows how to use that mouth for more than just talking…”

It makes her laugh almost a little too hard and she starts to feel her face heat up, she simply nods, “yeah, we haven’t gone all the way but from what’s happened so far, I can agree.”

Penelope turns in her rolling chair and laughs, “ugh that’s so great, I’m glad you’re having a good time— I mean I always thought Spencer would be good in bed after all the chats we’ve had about kinks and shit, he’s really educated, obviously, but I always knew that it would translate from paper to real-life very easily.”

“Oh totally,” she nods feverishly, “we talked about that before actually, virginity is simply a construct used to control women and make them feel pure or dirty, to feel like they can take something from a woman and yet virgins are so sexual and in tune with their needs and wants that they typically are good or at least know what to do from whatever porn they’ve consumed when it comes down to it. How the more in tune with someone's sexuality that they are the better they are in bed because they apply what they want to their partner and almost get off more on the fact someone is enjoying them than the fact they’re being pleasured.”

Penelope shakes her head with a loving smile, “you listen when he talks, you love every part of him and you’re beautiful… he really hit the jackpot.”

She brushes it off with a laugh, “I got pretty lucky with him too.”

Her phone rings before she can agree, answering with a cheerful tone, Spencer is on the other end, “do you have my beautiful girlfriend with you still?”

“Present,” she answers for herself, “are you still here, dad-Spence?”

She bites her lip and closes her eyes, fuck.

“Yeah, uh, I am, we think we got the actual building with the bomb, they’ve sent the team down there to clear it and check it out.”

“I’ll head back to the bullpen, then,” she stands and heads to the door, not wanting to face Penelope after almost calling him daddy right in front of her.

“Hey,” she calls to Y/N, “don’t be embarrassed. I get it, believe me, I’ve answered some calls in here with the dirtiest remarks to the completely wrong people. But, I’ll see you later?”

She smiles, “yeah, I’d love to see you again.”

In the bullpen, Spencer’s by his desk all alone. His teams cleared out and now it was just the office staff wandering around. She wraps her arms around his waist and rests her head on his back, “ready to go home?”

“Uh, not yet…” he turns to look at her, “I don’t want to bring you back to D.C unless the case is closed.” He looks nervous and she understands it perfectly.

“Okie Dokie, she smiles, leaning in for a hug to get close to his ear, “can we fuck in a storage closet to pass the time?”

He laughs but he takes her hand and he pretends to take her on a tour, he leads her down the hall and towards the filing room where he knows no one will be. “No one has really used this room in ages, since we went digital, and Penelope had all this stuff put online anyway.”

“So you can bend me over that table and rail me next time we come back?”

“Or?” She hears his playful tone and smirks to herself, letting him manhandle her hands behind her back as he bends her over a table, “I could fuck these big beautiful thighs of yours?”

“So only you can get off? Please,” She scoffs at him, wanting to piss him off to see where it gets her, wiggling her ass back against him as she does so.

He unbuttons her pants and drags them down her legs to leave her in just her thong, taking a handful of her ass and squeezing before laying a hard slap against her, she gasps at the feeling but also at the fact it was so loud.

“They’re going to hear you?!” She whispers with a disappointed tone.

“Isn’t that what you said you wanted? You wanted everyone to know only daddy can take care of you?” He uses her own words against her and she whines. “That’s what I thought.”

“No, but seriously,” she turns her head to look at him, “check my pocket.”

He does exactly that, finding one of her little bullet vibes in the front pocket of her jeans, “you planned this?”

“I knew we’d be having some kind of sex somewhere in this building,” she smirks. “Also my safe word is red but keep going.”

“Alrighty, then,” she can hear the smirk on his face as he thinks it over.

He takes his handcuffs out of his back pocket and cuffs her, “you know, it’s public indecency looking like this in here, technically it’s a federal offence and it’s my duty as a federal officer to make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

She swallows sharply, pushing back against his groin and gasping when her bare asscheek meets the cold metal of his gun in his holster. Sometimes she forgot he was a real FBI agent, sometimes it didn’t feel real to her because he was just her nerdy boyfriend and he never had any of his "cop props" with him… suddenly they weren’t just accessories to her anymore, he was actually a cop who just bent her over a table and cuffed her and now he’s going to fuck her "big beautiful thighs" as he called them.

“What’s the sentence, agent?” She plays along because damn he’s hot like this.

He presses his chest to her back as he leans in close to her ear, “It’s doctor, and you know that.”

He turns on the vibrator and rests it inside her underwear, right against her clit at the lowest setting, her thighs twitch at the feeling and all she wishes is that she had something to hold on to.

She whines again when she hears his belt buckle dangle and his zipper open, he grips his cock at the base and drags the head between her cheeks before slipping between her things with a sigh, “and it’s taking my time, you’re just going to have to, rather impatiently, deal with it.”

“Yes, doctor,” she closes her eyes and waits for the feeling of his cock between her legs but he doesn’t push in.

He places his feet on either side of hers so that she can't open her legs any further and finally, finally breaches her thighs. He groans at the drag of his cock against her skin as the vibrations from her panties continue to make her legs quake. She lets out a shaky breath and reaches for his shirt as he presses against her once more. Grabbing his tie instead, she pulls on it and he gasps for air.

“Sorry,” she mumbles with a smirk, not sorry at all for slightly choking him as she continues to hold his tie.

He swats her hands away from his tie and grips the cuffs to separate her hands, pushing them further up her back until it’s almost uncomfortable. The most uncomfortable thing about this was the fact he wasn’t inside of her, she felt so empty as she clenched around nothing. The stimulation on her clit was nice, the feeling of him taking her from behind is ungodly and yet he’s not in her. It’s the worst punishment in the whole world.

It was nowhere near enough to get her off and he knew that she wanted so much more that she wasn’t going to get, whining as he kept his thrusts at the same slow pace. It was agonizing, she squeezed her legs together more to tease him but he ended up liking it. There was nothing she could do for more, she was just going to have to let him take her, and that thought was what brought her closer.

“Please?” She begged, sounding just as desperate as she thought she would and not giving a single fuck.

“Please what?” He snaps his hips against her just a bit harder with each thrust.

She gasps again before biting her lip to hold back a moan, “finish in my mouth?” She begs once more, “please?”

He pulls off of her and yanks her off the table, turning her around, she drops to her knees without being told and opens her mouth immediately. He grips her by her hair and guides her towards his cock, slipping it past her lips and right down her throat.

He groans at the feeling, she closes her eyes for a moment to enjoy the feeling of his heavy cock in her mouth. Taking him more forcefully than ever before, he’s too caught up in the moment to realize he might be a little too rough but she also doesn’t mind. Breathing through her nose to stay calm she takes him as far as she can, pressing her nose to his pubes he can feel how hot her breath is as she struggles to breathe.

“Such a good girl,” he pulls her off so she can breathe for a moment, “you want my cum so bad don’t you?”

“Yes please, daddy,” she replies with a rasp in her voice that makes it obvious where he’s been.

She takes him in her mouth once more, sucking earnestly to get him closer and closer to the edge. He’s whining, pulling her hair and doing everything in his power not to thrust against her face, even though she’s okay with it.

She knows when he’s close because his cock always twitches in the same spot, it’s a tell-tale sign that he’s going to cum in a second. She applies more suction, running her tongue along the underside before taking him all the way once more just in time for him to cum right down her throat with each swallow.

He’s not quiet, anyone walking past the door will hear him panting and gasping, muttering good girl under his breath, he’s more fucked out by this blow job than she’s ever made him before. She can’t help but smirk as he pulls away and leaves her there on her knees, covered in spit and drool and unable to wipe her own mouth due to the fact she’s still fucking handcuffed.

She rests against his shoe, pressing the vibrator against her clit a little more, she twitches at how good it feels but it’s still not enough to get her off, and a part of her doesn’t want to.

He pulls her up to her feet and sits her down on the table he was just pretending to fuck her against. He attempts to spread her legs and get between them but she stops him, “leave the vibe where it is and let’s just go home?”

“You want to walk out of this building with a vibrator in your panties, and say goodbye to my co-workers and friends knowing you could cum anytime?”

She smirks, “yes, but I won't cum cause this pathetic toy isn’t as good at you.”

He clicks the button to turn it up a speed and she gasps, pushing against the feeling and moaning into it, “I’d like to see you try that.”

—

He takes her on the rest of the “tour” with that vibrator in her panties, she’s getting more and more flustered the more they look around. Eventually, he shows her the library, getting her alone in the back corner where he can talk to her without the risk of people knowing what’s going on.

“I can’t,” she whines as he presses her against the shelves, “please?”

“Please what?”

“Turn it off, daddy, I can’t take it anymore,” she grips his suit jacket tightly as she looks up at him with the eyes he can’t say no to.

“Mmm,” he hums, reaching into her pants to free her from the stimulation, she relaxes finally. “What do you think you deserve now?”

“Don’t wanna cum till we’re at home,” she whispers, “but you’ll have to make it quick because we have a flight to catch at 8.”

“Fuck,” he whispers like he forgot. “I hope we can get back into the apartment in time.”

“Why?”

“The bomb was in the basement of the building beside yours,” he admits and the whole facade fades, “that’s why I’m not taking you home yet.”

“That’s why you wanted to fuck me,” she whispers with a giggle. “You could have at least told me this was a ‘you almost died’ rush for you.”

“I didn’t want to say it like that,” he admits and a depression washes through his blood, he feels the low settle as he drops, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she takes his face in her hands and makes him look her in the eyes, “I love you, I’m glad we’re both safe. Everything in there is replaceable, you and me aren’t. This is a really good thing, Spencer.”

He nods, doing what she’s told him so many times she wants him to do, telling her his thoughts so that he’s no longer haunted alone, “when I told my friend Derek about you, he said dating a younger woman means I’ll never have to worry about you dying of old age before me. That’s one of his fears being the same age as Savannah, but I’ve lost so many people I never even thought about getting old with you I’ve just wanted to keep this version of you safe and with me forever.”

“Penelope said she always wished you’d find someone like me, and my only thought was If I live to be 100, I hope you live to be 116 because there isn’t a day I want to spend on this earth where Spencer Reid isn’t alive and beside me,” he whispers with a smile, “but now I’m thinking if you live to be 100, I don’t want to go past 84.”

“You can’t say that,” he whispers, tears bubbling in his eyes, “what if I die tomorrow? I need to know you’re going to be fine and not end your wonderful existence because I’m not here anymore. You’re too wonderful to put all your worth on me.”

She doesn’t want to cry, she already looks like she’s been fucked and now she’s a mess, she pulls him into a kiss so he’ll stop talking and they can just be together, it was hard enough for her thinking he was going to die eventually, let alone him hypothesizing dying tomorrow.

She rests her forehead against his, “we always do this.”

“What?”

“It’s like orgasms open the emotions or something,” she snuffles which turns into a laugh, “do you think our kids are going to find it weird that you’re so much older than me?”

Everything takes him for a loop, “uh,” he struggles to find the words, pulling back and looking at her as her face drops, “I um—

“You don’t want kids anymore?” She looks genuinely saddened and he doesn’t know how to answer.

“I do,” he nods, “just—“

“Not with me?” She puts the words in his mouth.

“With you, just not yet,” he holds her by the shoulders, “I need more time with you before we have a kid, I need to love life and be in a good place and somewhere where I can focus all my attention on them, and I can’t yet.”

“I want a baby by 30,” she whispers before pressing her lips together awkwardly, “46 isn’t too old to be a dad, I’ve seen men become fathers at 80.”

He laughs as the anxiety leaves him, “a little California surfer baby wouldn’t be too bad.”

“Well, we fuck like rabbits, we might get there sooner than you planned,” she nudges him, “you’re a wonderful boyfriend, and if you don’t mind, I’d like for you to stay my boyfriend for a little longer? I’m not ready to be a wife or a mom and change my name when I just got it put on a published book.”

“I’ll change mine to yours,” he replies like it's nothing, “or keep yours and we’ll hyphenate the kid's names.”

“It’s plural now?” She teases him once more.

“Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you,” he assures her, “forever.”

“You’d pluck a star from the sky for me wouldn’t you, Doctor Y/L/N?”

He laughs at how it sounds but he kinda likes it. Her word choice is even funnier to him, however, because he’s actually gone out of his way to pluck a star for her. She has no idea, but her last present is a big one.

She struggled to get her own name on a book for so long, now there’s a star named after her, in the sky for everyone to see for the rest of time.

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