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[arsuf]

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[dreamescapeswriting]

Whispers Of Belonging ~ KSM [MATURE WARNING]

CONTINUATION OF THIS PIECE

WORD COUNT: 4.6K

GENRE: mafia AU, cinderella(ish), feelings of not belonging, people speaking down to the reader, Seungmin being the soft boy he is meant to be and making her feel welcome,SMUT MINORS DNI, protected sex, above a crowd, seungmin making the reader feel wanted and special,

PAIRING: Seungmin X Fem!Reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - March 2024

⤜MASTERLIST

As the two of you stepped out of the boutique, Seungmin watched you closely, your hands clutching the bags of clothes he had just purchased for you, not a single thing even breaking his card limit and nothing felt enough for you.

Seungmin felt guilt weighing down on him after one of his men tried to kick you out of the changing room in your underwear and he was determined to make up to you even if it was the last thing he did.

"I'm sorry about Bailey again, he can be overzealous at times," Seungmin added as he shot his guard a glance who was looking anywhere but at the two of you.

"No harm, no foul." You laughed nervously not wanting to make it into a bigger deal than it was. Seungmin had already bought you so much that he didn't need to continue to be sorry.

"Will you still save me a dance?" He arched his brow at you, extending his hand as he carefully lifted it to his lips and kissed your skin softly.

"It would be an honour to dance with you," He added, your heart fluttering as you stared at him. You'd heard stories of the man but you'd never come face to face with him until now. 

"I will try, I'm working at the event as well as attending so it might be a little hard," You admit shyly. You weren't ashamed to admit you'd be working the event, everyone needed to work after all, but you weren't sure you'd even have time to grab a glass of water never mind dance with someone.

"I'm sure we can arrange something with your boss," Seungmin countered as you nodded a little, smiling at him before heading in the direction of your car. 

Seungmin watched you the whole time, biting back a smirk as he felt a flutter in his chest. Bailey watched his boss, it was a rare display of kindness that he was showing to you and he didn't know if he liked his boss this way or not.

"Back inside, I need a suit and I want the staff to find everything that will fit Miss YLN's style and that is in her size sent to her place." He ordered, turning back to the cold boss that everyone knew him as.

Packages had been arriving all week long, at the work office and it was a little overwhelming. Everything from clothes to accessories were inside of the boxes and it was starting to make you a little uneasy. What if Seungmin was expecting something more than just a dance in return for the items? 

"Do you remember the plan?" Your best friend - Chloe - asked you as she walked with you toward the back entrance of the event hall where tonight's ball was being held in. The further you walked inside the more out of place you began to feel in the dress he'd purchased for you. It was a masterpiece creation, crafted from the finest of silk, a midnight blue colour that shimmered every time you moved making it look like it was lit by a thousand stars. It hugged your frame perfectly, accentuating every curve with elegance and grace, dipping with a modest neckline teasing just a little of your breasts. 

"Just one dance, give him some excuse about needing to be somewhere else and then I'll go back to the kitchens, change into my outfit and finish working," You assured her, smiling a little as she smirked at you. The whole week leading up to the ball Chloe had been encouraging you to go through with it, that it would be a once-in-a-lifetime thing but you felt so out of place and the silver tiara that Seungmin had sent for you to wear wasn't helping that situation.

"You look hot," Chloe promises, holding you tightly before smirking at you, straightening out your hair one last time and admiring the makeup she'd done for you tonight before letting you go.

Out of the fishbowl and into the ocean, you stared around at all the people who were inside the ball unease washed over you like a chilling breeze and you realised how out of depth you truly were. 

Every eye in the room felt like a spotlight, casting judgment on you as you made your way through the other elegantly dressed guests trying to find Seungmin.

Whispers started to follow your every move, their hushed tones feeling like a dagger digging into your back leaving you feeling more exposed and vulnerable to the world. 

"Come on," You whispered to yourself, your eyes darting from one corner of the room to the next, desperately searching for any sign of Seungmin.

"I'm sure she served me at an event once," A voice giggled making your heart sink and your hands begin to tremble, you should never have agreed to this. You were out of depth in this place, everyone here had no doubt seen you and it would get back to Seungmin that you were a waitress. An imposter at his ball and he'd probably hate you for it.

As you continued to wander aimlessly through the ballroom, the comments about you working other events grew louder and your sense of isolation deepened with each passing second until you decided to make your way back to the exit. You were almost there when you felt a hand gently touch your shoulder,

"There you are sweetheart, I'm sorry I'm late, I've been looking everywhere for you." You stared up at Seungmin, his eyes warm as he stared down at you with a smile on his face. 

"It's okay," You breathed out, his being near you was like a sense of belonging washed over you and he smiled taking your hand in his and gently placing a kiss on the top of your hand.

"Does he know he's dating the help?" Someone laughed loudly from your left, but Seungmin either chose to ignore them or simply hadn't heard them as he began to walk you through the hall again.

"How about we dance in a little while, I thought I might introduce you to some friends of mine," Seungmin suggested as he linked your arm with his, unease filling you once again as he led you toward a group of men. You were only supposed to be here for a dance, if you were too long Chloe wouldn't be able to cover too much and you'd no doubt get fired.

"Changbin, enough details about your latest heists, I'd like you all to meet someone," Seungmin called out as seven men turned to look at you, your whole body burnt at the sudden attention you were getting from all of them.

"Lovely to meet you, Seungmin's never brought along a date before." The one known as Changbin said making Seungmin's cheeks flush and your whole body tingle.

"It's a pleasure to meet you all," You said, your voice betraying you by giving off a hint of nervousness.

"No need to be nervous, sweetheart. They don't bite," Suengmin whispered in your ear, his hand gently rubbing circles on your lower back, the small action sending shockwaves through your body and yet relaxing you at the same time. For some reason you believed him, you felt safe with him and that no one would hurt you while he was around.

As time grew on you found yourself drawn into Seungmin's world, forgetting all about work and getting swept up in the whirlwind of laughter and conversations shared between all of the men. The more you stood there the more you realised that all of them were more than just members of a criminal organisation, but they were a family, bound by loyalty and mutual respect for one another. Standing there, you found yourself feeling a sense of purpose that you'd been searching for your entire life, a sense of belonging that was filling the void inside of you.

"Welcome to the family," One of the men, Chan, whispered as they finally began to leave you and Seungmin alone once again. 

"Now, can I get my dance?" Seungmin winks at you, your hand placed in his as he leads you toward the dance floor. 

Seungmin led you onto the dance floor, his movements graceful yet commanding. As the two of you swayed to the music, you couldn't help but marvel at the effortless charm and sophistication he exuded. The sense of belonging washed over you as you danced in his arms, the two of you enveloped in your private cocoon of warmth.

Your steps were synchronized, a seamless dance of two souls drawn together by fate. Seungmin's eyes never left yours. In that moment, you glimpsed the man behind the legend, the layers of his persona peeled back to reveal a vulnerability you hadn't expected.

As the music swelled to a crescendo, Seungmin drew you closer, his touch sending shivers down your spine. 

"You're a natural," he murmured, his voice low and husky, as you felt your cheeks flushing with warmth and your heart pounding in your chest.

"Thank you," You whispered, your voice barely audible above the music. As the two of you continued to dance unease began to creep its way through the cracks of your facade. Whispers of guests around you grew louder, their words like poison arrows that pierced the fragile cacoon of happiness you had been in.

You tried your best to ignore them, to lose yourself in the safety of Seungmin's embrace but their voices continued to echo in your ears, mocking and taunting you with cruel words.

"Who does she think she is, waltzing in here as if she belongs?" Someone grumbled as Seungmin spun you around, bringing you back into his chest but you could no longer enjoy this. Their words grew louder to you as if they were all holding microphones and speaking to the whole room.

"I heard she's just using him to get what she wants in life." A female voice mumbled, your eyes shooting over to her to see her glaring in your direction.

"I bet she's fucking him for money, she could never afford that dress alone." Another voice ripped through you,

"Did you see the way she was with Changbin and Chan? She's probably trying to cosy up to the whole crew." Each word was a dagger to your heart until you were unable to bear the scrutiny any longer. You tore yourself away from Seungmin, your breaths becoming ragged gasps,

"Yn? What's wrong?" Seungmin's voice was filled with concern as he stared at you but it was as if you no longer saw him as tears pricked in the corners of your eyes. You stumbled toward the nearest exit, dropping the small clutch bag you had been carrying but no longer carrying as you sprinted out of the suffocating confines of the ballroom.

Seungmin called out to you, his voice once again filled with concern as he bent down to collect your bag, frowning as you disappeared through the crowds leaving him with nothing but a memory of your night together.

"I can help you forget her," Someone breathed out beside Seungmin but he merely snapped his fingers as Bailey appeared beside him, escorting the woman away leaving Seungmin thinking of ways to find you again since he would never be able to ignore the spark that had ignited inside of you both.

The bell above the entrance of the small cafe you'd started working in tinkled and you got ready to greet the next customer. Ever since your mishap at the ball, you'd quit the job you had in hopes it would stop Seungmin from searching for you. You'd never felt so embarrassed in your life and you hoped that the small dance with you was enough for him to leave you alone. Even if it did pain you to never see him again.

"Everyone out!" The voice you'd heard less than a week ago bellowed out, your head shot up to see Bailey standing there with his gun at the ready. People rushed out of the cafe and you stared at Bailey who had a slight smirk playing on his cheeks.

"Boss doesn't like it when people hide from him," He stated with a soft tone, putting his gun away as you stared at him. The bell above the door once again rang,

"I'm going to get fired for this, you know that right?" You cocked a brow at Seungmin, your heart going into overdrive as you saw him once again. You hated your heart for betraying you, he was in a different world to you, and the two of you would never work.

"You dropped this," He said as he held out the small clutch bag, your phone had been in that and you'd been terrified you'd never see it again.

"Thanks, I-I thought I'd lost this," You stammered, your voice tinged with gratitude as Seungmin offered you a faint smile, his gaze softening. 

"Bailey, out. Make sure we're not disturbed." He ordered in a cold tone, a completely different Seungmin to the one you knew.

As soon as the two of you were alone he held out a chair for you before taking a seat across from you.

"I made it my mission to find you...I couldn't bear the thought of...you losing something so precious," He saved himself from wanting to tell you he came for his own selfish reasons because he couldn't bear the thought of losing you. 

"Thanks," You whispered, your eyes staring down at the table not daring to look at Seungmin but he reached across the table, his fingers brushing against yours as he clasped your hand in his.

"I hadn't heard what was being said at the event," He admitted as he gently ran his fingers over your skin,

"Rest assured if I had, they wouldn't live to speak again," He grumbled a little, his eyes flicking with darkness making you bite your lip a little.

"It's nothing. They were right, I don't belong in that world...Your world. I'm not meant for it." You mumbled, trying to take your hands away from Seungmin but he gently squeezed yours softly.

"You belong at any dance I take you to, you belong anywhere I take you. YOU belong in my world." HJe told you, his voice commanding and yet reassuring,

"Anyone who dares to look down on you isn't worth the time of day. They're mere flakes of dirt on your shoe that aren't deserving to be in your presence." He assured you, your eyes brimming with tears as you felt your heart overflowing with gratitude from him.

"I-I don't know what to say," You admitted, your voice trembling a little. Seungmin squeezed your hand gently, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Say you'll give me another chance," He implored, he'd been wanting to get you to come out with him again and this time he was going to show you how much you truly belonged by his side.

"Say you'll let me show you how special you are. How you belong in my world." You stared at him, biting on your bottom lip as you thought about it. Seungmin made you feel as though you could do anything and when you were together you felt as though you could rule the world so you nodded.

"I'd like that," Seungmin smiled leaning across and brushing a small kiss against your cheek. Seungmin smiled as he gently raised from the chair, determined to show everyone that they were wrong about you and that they should worship the ground you walk on.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow night at 7." He said, watching you as you nervously raised from your chair and nodded,

"Sure. I'll wear one of the many dresses you got for me," You teased softly as a blush began to creep its way onto Seungmin's cheeks and a smirk played on your lips. 

"I'll see you then," He whispered before placing yet another kiss on your cheek and leaving you alone, with a lot to explain to your new boss as to why his business was empty.

The night arrived and you were standing by the window of your apartment waiting for him, your heart fluttering with excitement about the night you were going to have. Seungmin had been non-stop texting you ever since the day before, fueling your crush on him even more. There was a knock on the door sending a thrill of anticipation coursing through your veins as you rushed to the door, smoothing down the fabric of your gown.

When the door opened Seungmin's mouth dropped open at the sight of you, he was dressed in a tailored suit and holding a bouquet of red roses for you.

"You look stunning," He murmured, you felt your cheeks flush with warmth and your heart thumped harder against your chest.

"Thank you, you look very handsome," You replied, Seungmin held out the bouquet for you.

"For the most beautiful girl at the ball," He said with a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips, you giggled taking them into your apartment and placing them into a vase of water. 

"Shall we?" He smirked, taking your arm in his and making his way down the staircase with you close to him the whole time. 

"I got a limo for us, I wanted us to arrive in style," Seungmin smirked at you as you stepped toward the waiting car, your mouth dropping open in shock. 

"No back entrances for the belle of the ball," He whispers in your ear before opening the car door and helping you inside, your heart racing at the thought of what adventures awaited you tonight.

As it turned out the night had been filled with you and Seungmin dancing so much your feet were staring to kill you from being on the floor, people had stared a lot but not one had dared to say a word about you tonight. You didn't know if it was because Seungmin had threatened them beforehand or if they were a different crowd from the one from before. But you'd been left with a group of girls all gossiping about their dates, which you'd met at the last ball. 

"We will date dangerous men." You heard one of the women mention as you laughed a little, 

"My ears are burning," Changbin chuckled, snaking his arm around his date and smiling over at you.

"Nice to see you again, Yn," He tipped his head at you before taking his date out onto the dance floor, all of the men slowly coming back and taking their dates one by one until it was just you and Jisung's girl and Jisung who seemed to be talking amongst themselves.

A little worry began to wash over you as you felt alone again, the feeling of not belonging beginning to creep onto you until you felt a hand on your lower back.

"Sorry, I try not to discuss business when I'm in good company but sometimes they have to steal me away," Relief washed over you as Seungmin smiled down at you and you felt your heart stutter a little.

"Shall we go somewhere more private? I want to show you something." Seungmin smiles, taking hold of your elbow and nodding at Bailey to follow you both before he leads you to a staircase at the back of the room that was blocked by velvet ropes and a "closed sign." Seungmin lifts the ropes and walks up the stairs, leading you with Bailey trailing behind.

"Make sure nobody comes up," Seungmin ordered as Bailey stood at the base of the stairs and folded his arms across his chest.

"What are we doing?" You giggle a little as Seungmin winks at you, taking your hand and pulling you along the narrow hallway until you reach a balcony that overlooks the ballroom. Excitement washed over your body as you looked down a the people attending the ball.

"I wanted to show you the best view, to look over the people that had spoken down to you before." He smiled, standing behind you as you were pinned to the waist-high wall unable to move.

"Are we allowed to be up here?" You breathed out, your stomach clenching from just how close Seungmin was pressed against you.

"We're the biggest donors, we can do whatever the fuck we want." His breath caught on your ear making your whole body shiver and your thighs rub together. All night long you'd been needy for Seungmin and it was becoming slightly more unbearable as the night went on.

"I love being able to watch everyone." You admitted, looking down at everyone as Seungmin stared at you.

"How do you feel about them watching you?" His voice dropped an octave, shivers running down your spine as he ran his hands down your hips.

"W-Watching me?" You stuttered out as he pulled the layers of your gown up revealing your legs.

"Say the word and I'll stop...But I need you," He whispered as he dragged his teeth along the back of your neck, pulling your dress up higher exposing the tops of your thighs. You inhale sharply, your heart thumping harder than before, there must have been at least three hundred people down there.

"Do you want them to watch us?" You arched a brow.

"I want them to look up here and have no idea I'm fucking you...But I want you to come in front of all these people, sweetheart. To prove that you own them and that they should be the ones scared of you instead of you them," He whispered in your ear, his hands gliding over your hips and down between your thighs and you automatically spread your legs wider for him. Allowing him to rub your clit in slow, teasing circles.

"I'm going to slide my cock inside of you, fucking you until you come for me,"  He whispered, your hands flying behind him and undoing his belt as heat floods your entire body. You looked out at the sea of people below you, wondering if they had any idea what you were doing. If they were completely oblivious to what was happening up above them while they danced and drank their champagne, 

"You're so wet for me," He groans as he continues to rub your clit, your body shaking and he'd barely started. 

"I've wanted you all night," You admit, your hands gripping the small wall in front of you as you felt the tip of his cock pressing against your cunt.

"Hold onto the wall tightly," HGe orders as you brace yourself against the cool brick, your fingers gripping the edge tightly as he pushes his thick cok into you. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip as you tried not to cry out at the stretch,

"Fucking Christ, you're so wet for me." He groans loudly in your ear, his hips stilling as he fills you completely, rubbing your clit gently.

"You're made for me," He whispers in your ear as you press your lips together,

"You're made to rule over everyone," He told you as he slowly began to pull out of you, only to push back in making you squeeze around him, whimpering a little.

"Fuck," He moans out as you glance down to see if anyone had noticed but no one was paying you any attention and you allowed yourself to moan.

"Oh god," You whimper, your nails digging into the brick in front of you as you let your eyes roll back. Seungmin smirks as he begins to fuck into you ruthlessly, no longer caring if someone were to look right now and see. In fact, he wanted them to. He wanted them to see that you were his and any disrespect that they sent your way had a direct impact on him also.

"Fuck, Seungmin." You cry out as you felt him getting rougher with his movement, the tip of his cock hitting that one sensitive part that made it impossible to keep quiet.

Your legs were starting to shake as he pounded into you, the people below completely forgotten as you gave in to the pleasure.

"Cum for me baby, you're doing so fucking good." The praise sent shivers down your spine as you cry out his name, your head spinning while you squeeze around his cock. You felt nothing but the deep euphoria taking over you as you cum around him, your moans coming out strangled as your legs shake beneath you, buckling a little but Seungmin holds your waist up, bucking into you as he fills the condom he was wearing.

"Fuck," He whimpers, his hips bucking as you continued to clench around him, whimpering his name until the two of you slowly pulled apart from one another. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A year Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Are you sure I look okay? I don't want to ruin their day," You told Seungmin as you once again checked your outfit over, brushing your hands over the small bump that you'd skillfully hidden under the bridesmaid dress you'd been asked to wear by Jisung's wife to be.

"You look beautiful, sweetheart." He assured you, snaking his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him.

"This is your fault," You scolded him, the two of you were more than happy to be starting a family, even if it was only a year since the two of you began a relationship, it felt like the right time and happy accidents happened all of the time.

"I told you I thought it would be fine in the pool." He chuckled as you smacked him with your clutch, making your way to the other girls and all their dates.

"Letting a girl beat you up?" Changbin arches a brow at Seungmin who quickly glares at him.

"Proposed to yours yet?" He teased knowing Changbin was scared to pop the question to his girlfriend yet and was lashing out at everyone else because of it. 

"What dress does she have?" Jisung pried, staring at you all but Hyunjin pulled him back away from his fiance.

"Leave my muse alone, you'll see your girl in less than 20 minutes relax." He chuckled making you all giggle and shake your heads at them, your eyes flicking over to Seungmin as you pictured what your wedding day was eventually going to look like. All you could picture was your little boy or girl walking down the aisle with you toward their dad as you started another chapter of your lives together and you couldn't think of anything more perfect.

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[delfiore]

—DO YOU THINK I HAVE FORGOTTEN ABOUT YOU?

pairing: leah williamson x reader

synopsis: in the end, what is meant to be will always be. or; leah struggles after the break up.

word count: 4.5k

a/n: this is a continuation of LIKE REAL PEOPLE DO. i just have to make things angsty i’m sry, if i don’t i start gnawing at the bars of my enclosure but worry not, this will turn fluffy in the end :)

EIGHT. Paris.

It took about 45 mins for Leah to decide that she longer wanted to be in this damned opera house.

The red carpet was exhausting enough, but she powered through it, familiar faces like Amelia DiMoldenberg’s making it barely enough to get through.

The dinner had gone into an intermission, and she had a moment to relax from the cameras, being sat at a table not far from the stage. Ever since she first attended the GQ Men of the Year Dinner a few years ago, it had created a lot of buzz around her every year, fans speculating whether she would come again, donning outfits so foreign on her body. Back then, she still had a support system that she looked forward to coming home to. Now, maybe the only positive to this night was that, whatever happened, she would eventually get to go home and sleep by the end of it.

She had to tilt her head all the way up to get a full glimpse of the ceiling. The Royal Opera House wasn’t the oldest building erected in London by far, but it was one of most interesting to look at, if she wasn’t so in love with her club and the look of the Emirates that was. It was grandiose, regal and typical of Baroque architecture, the concave ceiling arching over her, stretching all the way back to the five balconies—generously lit and horse-shoe-shaped seating areas—stacked on top of each other. It looked a little bit like the Théâtre du Châtelet in Paris that she got to see when she attended the Ballon d’Or for the first time a couple of years ago. A lot of things can change in two years, and Leah wasn’t sure whether it was for the better or not.

Her agent caught her in the middle of her admiring when he gave her shoulder a light tap, telling her that she was expected at the after-party too. Great, another two hours she’d have to endure as people praise her name for achievements unworthy of praise, just because she was Leah Williamson, captain of the Lionesses. But whatever else he said after that, Leah didn’t register, because her eyes had found a familiar frame standing a few tables away.

You looked dashing in your black nighttime attire, which sparkled every time the limelight happened to sweep past you. A gentle smile adorned your face as you conversed your heart away with a couple of actors whose names were lost on her. When you put your hand on one of them and laughed, your eyed darted over to her for a split second.

Only when those actors had left, did she even think of approaching you, but her feet were planted on the ground.

One, two, three, she counted in her head. One, two, three; come on, Leah . . .

“Hi, you!” There was a residual cheerfulness from your previous conversation in your voice. “It’s been a while.”

“Yeah,” she tried to chuckle away her nerves, wiping the sweat in her hands on her pant legs. “You been okay?”

“Yeah,” you said it so softly that she almost missed it, if she wasn’t watching your lips. “Are you? Beth says you don’t come around her place anymore.”

“You still talk to Beth?”

“Yeah, she’s my friend, Lee. I . . . hope you don’t mind.”

“No! No, that’s . . . it’s great.” Leah said quickly.

You had smiled at her gratefully, and grasped her hand. “It’s good seeing you again.”

“You too.” She had said, robotically, before deciding against it. “Hey, don’t be a stranger, alright?”

You smiled again. This time, you brought her into your chest and wrapped your arms around her neck. “You first,” you said with a glint in your eyes, then you disappeared into the crowd.

And for a few brief moments, Leah Williamson didn’t think about how exhausted she was, only about how much she has missed being held by you. After all, it had been almost two years since she and you broke up, and maybe Leah was never able to move on like she had promised you.

How could she?

NINE. Be My Mistake.

She hated the feeling afterwards. She hated herself for having initiated it, for chasing after the girl like a hungry wolf in that nightclub. Now, Leah couldn’t bear the feeling of her lanky arms and sweaty skin touching her, like the intimacy was warranted, like she had somehow earned it.

Leah knew it was begrudging of her to shove the girl’s arm away so heartlessly and move upright to the edge of the bed, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t bring herself to be intimate with someone else, not yet. Not when every time she felt her skin she imagined yours, soft and scented with your familiar smell; every time she closed her eyes she saw your face like a ghost, refusing to leave her psyche; every time she opened her mouth to let out a noise of pleasure, it took everything in her to hold herself back from uttering Y/N, Y/N, Y/N.

The girl was confused but she was still, no doubt trying to decipher the sudden shift in Leah’s demeanor. She hated her stillness, the way her eyes watched her frame like she was a wounded animal in its enclosure.

“Please leave,” Leah said quietly, begging.

Silence.

“I don’t know what you’re going through, but if . . . you need someone—”

“Thank you, Delaney.” She gritted her teeth. “Please get out.”

Tonight, it was Delaney with the fiery red hair and dimples peppered over her cheekbones. A few nights ago, it was Lisa-Mae with the sultry brown eyes and unforgettable plump lips. Then there might have been an Erin and Hailey and Polly and maybe even a Daniela from when she visited Keira in Barcelona. She hated that she somehow remembered all of their names and kept count. Body upon body, yet she could not forget the one body she was using them all to forget about.

She couldn’t turn to alcohol, couldn’t smoke or do hard drugs because they would affect her performance on the pitch, but God knows she was thinking about it constantly. Anything to take this pain away for a moment, lest she turns into the starving wolf and goes out to hunt at night again. If only the press caught on to what she was doing.

Righteous Lioness turned starving wolf the moment the loneliness becomes a little too much to bare.

But she knew you wouldn’t have judged her. No, you would wrap her in your arms and let her scream, cry, do whatever she wanted to rid herself of the torment. She remembered all the nights you spent on the bathroom floor with her as she battled through her endometriosis, and how you would hold her like the world was about to collapse outside the window.

Leah was on the bathroom floor again, but she was alone this time, and the floor tiles felt colder and harsher than she had remembered.

TEN. Tonight (I Wish I Was Your Boy).

The feeling she got when the three whistles finally blew came to Leah quite rarely. It was one of elation and immense joy that the result of the game was finalized, because she had known half an hour ago that Arsenal would bring home the crucial three points from the match.

She brought her fists in the air as she made her rounds, patting her teammates on the back and shaking hands with opponents. She found Kyra and hoisted her in the air with a tight hug, as her younger teammate managed to score and assist today.

“Thank you, Leah.” Kyra giggled, as she was put down. “Is Y/N here?”

Leah’s smile remained, but she scrunched her eyebrows. “How did you hear about that?”

“How could I not? Y/N Y/L/N, coming to watch us play. I won’t be surprised if social media was buzzing about that rather than the actual match.”

If Kyra knew, that meant the entire team knew. She would endure the endless teasing if it meant getting to see you again, though.

Leah had found where you were sitting right from the start, in the VIP box where her friends and family sat, the usual spot you occupied when you were still together. Back then, she would watch you jog down the stairs with a blinding grin on your face, hop over the barricade and pull her into a bone-crushing hug. It could be a sold-out Emirates Stadium, but the only thing she wanted to watch was you. She still wanted to.

“Hi! Great game today.” You didn’t hug her, but did something far worse. You swung your arm and gave her bicep a quick pat, like a friend would.

“Thanks,” she said. “Should have scored that header though.”

“Hey, don’t put yourself down like that. You were great.” Somehow, your words made her feel worse about herself, and she just wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out again. They felt patronizing.

Not far away, Beth’s joyful laughter cut through her sulking. Turning to look at the woman, she saw Beth wrapping her arms tightly around Viv’s neck and the Dutch spinning her around gleefully. Viv had managed to score a hat-trick today—her first since returning from her ACL injury—and even if she didn’t celebrate such an important feat, she would be dragged into one because her girlfriend definitely wouldn’t leave it alone.

It reminded her of when she would come home and celebrate her wins with you. She didn’t need any fancy parties or lavish gifts, just being in your company was more than enough. You would always end up buying her gifts though. “Just because”, you would say, the I love you going unspoken, but she knew it was there. She could always feel it hanging in the silence, in the spaces in your home, even when you were half a world away filming. She could always feel it, like a hearth, a palpable warmth flickering in her chest.

It made her envious watching Beth and Viv that they had what she once did.

“Y/N! You made it!” Beth’s voice tore Leah from her thoughts.

Despite her sentimental predicament, a chuckle made its way onto her lips as she watched you embrace Beth like two schoolgirls finally united again after the summer holidays.

“How long are you staying in London?” Beth asked.

“I don’t know, really,” you replied. “I’m doing a thing with Stella McCartney, so it might take a while.”

Leah couldn’t help but perk up at that. She could feel Viv glancing at her from the corner of her eyes.

“No way! Look at ya. Moving on to the fashion world already!” Beth exclaimed and gave your shoulder a light shove.

Only when you and Beth had walked away happily chatting did Vivianne elbow her gently.

“They seem happy,” the Dutch said.

“Yeah,” Leah pursed her lips. “That’s good.”

“And you? Are you happy?”

Leah knew that the both of them knew she wasn’t, but that wasn’t the right answer. She would not admit to something that she has been working for two years to get over, because it would mean that her woes were all for nothing.

“I am,” she nodded. “I’m glad they’re happy.”

If anything, Leah still loved you enough to admit that.

ELEVEN. Me.

Leah didn’t sleep much these days. She never really did—adrenaline being her biggest enemy—but she would find herself crying in frustration at four in the morning, unable to fall asleep.

It would be during those torturous hours that she would reminisce on the conversation in which she pulled the plug on your relationship.

It was a slippery slope of miscommunication, both of you were to blame, but she was the one who decided to run away instead of trying to work it out. She still kept the ring in a drawer somewhere, but the memory of your rejection made it to painful to look at.

In hindsight, she could have said it a bit differently, but she was close to exploding the previous days that all of it came flooding out of her.

She replayed the conversation often, like a broken record in her head, swapping out things that she could have said or you could have said that would have lead to a different outcome, maybe one in which she wasn’t so miserable two years on.

It was 1:43am, and she was wide awake yet again. You’d always had an irregular sleep pattern, and she wondered whether you were awake too.

She knew it was a mistake, and that she would regret it in the morning, but she texted you anyway.

hey are u awake?

Slamming her phone on the other side of the bed, Leah curled in on herself, burying her face in the pillows trying not to cry. If she hadn’t looked up in time, she would almost miss the incoming call on her screen. It was you.

“Hey,” she picked up after sniffling her tears away.

“Hey, you,” your voice was soft and lulling. “What an odd time for a footballer to be awake. Shouldn’t you be getting your beauty sleep?”

This made her chuckle. “If I did get all of my beauty sleep, you lot would have no chance.”

“Watch out, everyone. Leah Williamson’s ego is inflating, try not get crushed by it.”

As Leah’s laughter died down, she felt an awkwardness settled over the line. A silence once so comfortable now felt forced, straining under the pull between what once was and the ruins of it. The heavy weight of unspoken words curled on the tip of her tongue, the broken record of her mistake playing ever louder in her head.

“I didn’t expect to hear from you,” you finally broke the silence, your voice teetering between caution and curiosity.

“Yeah, well, insomnia makes one do questionable things.”

Leah wondered if she had accidentally revealed too much, and whether it was appropriate to do so. You two weren’t intimate anymore, you were barely friends nowadays, the finest thread of your acquaintance lied solely on your hangouts with Beth. How strange it was, you were half of her soul. Now you were almost like passersby on the street.

“Is everything okay?” You asked, a sense of concern in your tone.

“Um,” she hummed, trying to pull herself together. “Not really. I-I haven’t been doing too well.”

“Leah,” you said. “I-I know we’re not as close as we were before, but I wasn’t lying when I said I still want us to be friendly at least. I’m here for you. You know that, right?”

“I know.” She said, her voice wavering. She wouldn’t be able to hide her feelings from you, never you. “I know. I’m sorry I didn’t reach out sooner.”

“It’s okay, Lee. It hurt me a lot, not gonna lie, but I understand where you were coming from.”

Leah couldn’t hold it in anymore, and squeezed her eyes shut, her tears wetting the pillow she lay on. “I can’t be your friend, Y/N. I can’t just pretend like the last five years didn’t happen.”

There was a brief silence once more before you spoke. “I know. Might be selfish of me to wish things were different.”

“Then I’m selfish too,” she said, almost a whisper.

There was a pause, in which Leah bit the inside of her cheeks so hard they might start bleeding.

“Are you coming to Beth’s thing on Friday?” You asked.

“I think I’m expected to be there. Why?”

“Good, I’ll be there too. We’ll talk then.”

“Okay,” Leah said dumbly.

“Now, go to sleep.”

She giggled. “You first.”

TWELVE. Sincerity Is Scary.

Leah’s teammates have teased her many times throughout the evening, stating her unnecessary brooding was actually unnecessary this time and that she should liven up. She really couldn’t. Just thinking about seeing you again tonight made her want to have a heart attack and end her misery right there.

But the moment she heard your voice as you stepped into Beth and Viv’s house, a bottle of wine in hand and a bright smile on your lips, Leah felt her anxiety dissipate into oblivion, scolding herself for ever feeling nervous.

After all, it was you.

She waited patiently with a soft smile, her arms folded behind her back as she waited for all the girls to swoon over you. She had all night to keep you company, she was in no rush.

“Hey,” you found her after all the canoodling. Extending an arm, you awaited a hug which she gladly accepted.

“Hi,” she offered to take your jacket and hung it on the rack by the door. “You got here alright?”

“Man, the traffic at rush hour,” you sighed exasperatedly. “That’s the one thing I’ll never get used to. Almost makes me miss you being my personal chauffeur.”

She laughed. “That’s the only thing I was good for, was it?”

You narrowed your eyes at her teasingly. “Not just that.”

Leah wasn’t sure what you meant entirely with We’ll talk then, but seeing as she was the one who stupidly broke up with you, the balls were entirely in your court. She was just happy you were still willing to talk to her after she called you at 2am to blabber her insomniac nonsense.

She wasn’t courageous enough to sit directly next to you at the dinner table, but rather took the seat next to Katie who sat in front of you. Courage wasn’t something Leah felt much lately, and it took seeing you again for her to admit that. Perhaps she was never brave, but you always made her feel like it anyway.

Everyone loved you, the movie star that graced her team’s humble dinner. She couldn’t help but watch in awe as you managed to charm the pants off of everyone at the table with your witty remarks and crazy anecdotes. You had a presence that made everyone want to be your friend; it made her uncharacteristically shy at trying to get you to notice her, that she resorted to watching you from afar. And the few times you would make eye-contact with her, she could only look away, bashful that she had been caught staring, as her courage dwindling with each gaze.

Later in the night, when everyone was scattered around the house chatting, she found you sitting alone on the patio. Upon closer look, she could make out a smaller, fluffy unit in the form of Myle, Beth and Viv’s little pup, prancing around in front of you, waiting for you to throw the tennis ball in your hand.

The constant sound of the girls’ conversations died down the moment she stepped out in the backyard, now lit with rows of incandescent lights overhead. Myle barked once with excitement as she spotted Leah approaching.

“I think she wants you to throw it,” you handed her the ball.

She grinned and took it. “No one beats Auntie Leah.”

Little Myle was quick to launch herself across the yard on a mission to retrieve her precious artifact.

“I wanted a dog really bad, the first year we started dating.” You said, pulling your knees to your chest as a gust of wind pulled at your hair. “I wanted a little corgi or an Italian greyhound. I spent hours looking for one to adopt and researched food, bills, insurance and stuff.”

“Why didn’t you get one?” Leah asked.

“We haven’t even moved in together at that point. Plus, I was still bouncing around, you knew that.”

She did. You were shooting a movie in Canada the few first months you and her started talking. Then, you were hopping around Spain, Portugal and various parts of the UK for another project. It wasn’t ideal, but still much closer than Canada. You would fly out every other weekend to watch her play, and she would do the same and visit you on-set, moving most things aside for a couple days with you.

“I would have loved a dog, I don’t know about you.”

“I’m sure you would have. You’d probably love it more than me,” you laughed.

“No,” Leah shook her head softly. “Never.”

Summer was approaching. She could feel it in the mildness despite the breeze. For a while, the soft murmur of the wind caressing the trees was all she could hear, and Myle’s occasional huff as she impatiently waited for the ball to be tossed again.

You both sat there watching her, fantasizing of a different life, a dream that never materialized, another fragment of memories again tainted by what-ifs. Leah bit her lip, trying to calm her spiraling thoughts. She felt her courage slipping away again.

“I’m sorry I called you the other day,” she pursed her lips. “That wasn’t very appropriate. I should have asked to talk to you properly.”

“Don’t worry. Wasn’t the worst thing you could’ve done.” She heard you chuckle next to her. “I’ve had some time to think about us. Admittedly, I didn’t want to think about it at all the first few months, but my therapist told me I had to face it one way or another.”

Leah held her breath. This was the part where you tell her that you’d moved on and that she should stop pestering you. One of her knees started bouncing up and down as she waited for you to talk.

“I had to face the fact that you’re the love of my life, and that night I met you and we danced to Hozier together—on the first night we met no less—was the second best night of my life. The best was when you told me you loved me. And the worst night of my life was when you broke up with me.”

“I’m sorry,” Leah whispered, feeling her throat tighten at your confession.

“No,” you said, moving closer. “I don’t regret it. I wasn’t ready when you proposed, and that was my truth. But Leah, I’d be lying if I said that I’d be okay with letting you go again.”

“I should’ve talked to you about marriage before I asked you to marry me. It wasn’t fair on you.” Leah offered you a tearful smile.

“I want to try again. I would do it again for you.” You reached out and wiped away the tears that had silently rolled down her cheeks as she listened to you.

“I thought I’d lost my chance,” she said. “I thought you’d moved on.”

“Oh, baby,” your thumb brushed over her cheek softly. “How could you think I’d ever be able to forget about you?”

She let out a soft cry of relief. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and there was only one thing she thought of doing.

So she leaned in, never minding her wet cheeks. The last thing she saw was you closing your eyes too.

“Oh—sorry!”

The two of you jumped apart at the voice behind you. Leah turned around with a visible scowl on her face, seeing Beth grimace sheepishly as she called for Myle.

“It’s her dinner time. Come, little one, you hungry?” Beth attempted to explain herself, as Myle sprinted inside. “Alright then. As you were.”

The moment the door closed, you burst into laughter, making her break out of her frown and smile with you. “I can’t believe that just happened,” you said, laughing into her shoulder.

“I’m going to kill her,” she shook her head and placed a chaste kiss on your cheek.

She didn’t mind it too much, because she got to take you home later and make up for the last two years until the early hours of the morning. You and her would laugh about it years later.

THIRTEEN. About You.

Your lover never backed down from a challenge.

That was her way, and that was what made her one of the best in her sport, her unrelenting spirit.

Yet, her legs felt like they would turn to jelly the moment she laid her eyes on you at the end of the aisle, umber dirt covered in white rose petals. She felt like drowning in her emotions which had all risen to the surface, and the waves would only plunge her further into itself until she was completely immobilized by it. But she knew once she was able to pull herself together and walk to you on the other end of that path, heaven would be waiting for her.

The officiate went on and on about love, life, and promises of forever, but she had made that promise to you long before this day. She kissed you fervently the moment she was able to.

It only seemed fitting that the first chapter of your story began with a dance, and the most important one to also end with a dance. She offered you a hand, and you gladly took it, a childish giggle bubbling in your throat. The song you danced to the first night you met rang out in the venue, a soft and folksy tune the backdrop of your falling in love.

“It’s not so bad, is it?” She said with a teasing grin.

You gazed into her eyes like they held the world. You had no idea that her heart beat for you, how her soul yearned for yours, how her life will not forever be intertwined with yours.

You closed your eyes and hummed, swaying with her slowly, just like you’d practiced at home a couple of weeks ago, only that instead of the four walls of your shared home baring witness to this dance, it was all your friends and families.

Memories of the first night you met, and the one in which she promised you her heart bubbled as she saw the serene look in your face. You both have come so far.

You placed your head on her chest for all to see, the way you do when you are tired after long hours of work in front of the camera, when all you wanted was the magic and warmth of her company.

Leah smiled; she couldn’t stop smiling. She smiled and smiled until her cheeks ached, even beyond then, until forever.

“No,” you mumbled. “Not bad at all.”

a/n: happy holidays to everyone :)

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[jgracie]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ TONIGHT, WE ARE YOUNG!

(american)footballer!jason grace x fem!reader

↳ the chronicles of jj & smartiepants!

masterlist | rules

an trigger warning me writing teenage boys (my fatal flaw)

“jason, are you sure this isn’t too much for this little gathering you’re having?” you asked, nervously biting on your lip as you stared yourself down in the mirror. all of the school’s football players were having a get together in celebration of their recent winning streak, and naturally, all their girlfriends would be coming too

since you were officially the captain’s girlfriend, that meant you were also invited. you and jason had only started dating a month and a bit ago, so your relationship was still blooming. meeting his friends and their girlfriends was a big step to you - this would make or break everything you had

tenderly, jason clutched your jaw. you felt the sting of his cold rings on your skin as he turned your face towards his, saying, “trust me, it’s not. you look stunning, babe. everything’ll be okay, i promise!” he smiled at your furrowed brows and leaned in, kissing the pout off of your face

if anyone looked stunning, it was your boyfriend. even in a simple button down and jeans, he had your heart doing somersaults in your body. feeling better, you grabbed your purse and made your way out of the house with jason, your parents not even bothering to remind him when to bring you home, knowing you’d always be safe with him

“jj!” you heard a chorus of men yell from the corner of the restaurant - it was nothing too fancy, but not too casual either. you let out a sigh of relief when you noticed their girlfriends were wearing outfits at the same level of casual as you

you walked over to the table hand in hand, and even when jason greeted all his friends (with you standing awkwardly and giving the occasional wave if they acknowledged you) he refused to detangle his fingers from yours

sitting next to one of the girlfriends, you put your purse on your lap and took everything in. you were the newest addition of this group, and yet, they didn’t seem to think you strange. this was a nice change from the friend groups of all the other boyfriends you had. there was truly nothing you hated more than feeling like you were sticking out like a sore thumb

“hi, i’m hazel, it’s nice to meet you!” the girl you were sitting next to said. she was gorgeous - with cinnamon brown hair and eyes so bright they might as well have been pure golden. a friendly smile was etched on her lips and you couldn’t help but feel one make its way onto yours

“it’s nice to meet you too,” you mumbled, looking away as you realised you had nothing much to say. were you supposed to ask her which one of the boys was her man, or was that too invasive? luckily, she told you herself, pointing at the guy sitting to the right of jason - frank, you remembered his name from how often (and highly) jason spoke of him

as the night went on, you found yourself becoming more comfortable with hazel and eventually all the other girls. they seemed intimidating from afar, but you came to realise they were all sweethearts who happened to be dating the most popular boys in school (just like you). as you laughed and chatted with everyone, you failed to notice a certain pair of electric blue eyes locked on you

“jj, are you even listening to me? this isn’t the end of the year, we still have more games to win!” one of jason’s friends said, snapping him out of the trance you put him in. instantly, all the boys’ heads whipped to look at you and they laughed as the reason why their captain was so distracted hit them

jason sheepishly smiled, a blush coating his cheeks as he received multiple slaps on the back (do u guys know what i’m talking ab here men do this i swear) and a couple ‘ohhh!!!’’s from his teammates. usually, he’d mind being teased in this way and would immediately shut down all their jokes. tonight, however, he couldn’t find it in him to care. he didn’t think he’d ever find it in him to care. jason could confidently announce his love for you from the rooftops - so what if they poked a bit of fun at him?

meanwhile, the girls had noticed the commotion and began giggling as one said, “he’s so in love with you! no one ever thought jj would find love, and yet here we are!” you felt your face heat up at her words - was jason really in love with you?

your question was answered the moment your eyes met his. there was no way he wasn’t in love, not with how the adoration seemed to be seeping out of them and radiating towards you in waves

that very moment would be etched in both of your souls forevermore, for it was when you both knew you were stuck with the other for life

#jason grace x reader #jason grace x you #jason grace x y/n #jason grace #jason grace x fem reader #percy jackson #pjo #percy jackson x reader #pjo x reader #jason grace fanfic #pjo fanfic #jason grace drabble #jason grace blurb #cynwrites #˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ jj & smartiepants

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet

Chapter Twenty-Six: Busted

Summary- 5.3k. Curtis Everett x Plus!Sized Reader. Everyone is getting together for a dart tournament at Paulie's when everything is derailed before the night even starts.

Warnings- Unwanted attention from drunken men, vicious comments and name calling, fighting, police not taking the situation seriously, talk about Curtis's past and his mental health.

A/N- Thank you so much! Everyone who takes the time to like, share, comment, leave me messages and asks. Especially those who just feel seen in this storyline. You all have all my gratitude and appreciation. (let's be honest, I totally tear up and get all emotional) You all honestly are part of the reason I continue writing and sharing. Special shout out to @what-is-your-plan-today for editing. Dividers made by the talented @firefly-graphics

A/N 2- Is there an award for terrible titles? Cause I should have that trophey.

Chapter Twenty-Five / Masterlist

You, Claude and Yona drove together after getting done at the school for the week, heading straight for Paulie's. The three of you were getting ready in Yona’s car, laughing amongst yourselves as makeup was applied in the car's vanity mirrors and someone played lookout while the other changed in the backseat. While you were doing the finishing last touches on your outfit, Claude was filling you and Yona in about having her first official weekend with Sophia present. You were finishing up your lipstick while in the backseat Yona helped Claude do her hair. “How are you feeling about this weekend?” 

“I’m excited. I have a bunch of games and stuff to do with her. I just… want her to like me being around when she's with her dad?” Claude fretted a bit, glancing out the window while Yona calmly braided her long hair in an intricate pattern. 

“You don’t have much to worry about. Sophia likes just about everyone. Ella and Grey are pretty good co-parents.” You assured her. “What are you doing this weekend Yona?” 

The woman whipped a couple of ties in Claude’s hair, patting on the braids to make sure none of them were loose. “Tomorrow I’m taking Edgar to do some indoor rock climbing.” She grinned in excitement. “He claims he isn't scared of heights and it's something I love doing, so we will see.” 

“Okay, that sounds pretty cool and Yona, are you like a professional stylist?!” Claude was leaning between the seats to look in the rear view mirror at the tight curls of braids Yona made in her hair, her head tilting left and right to check them out. “I would have paid a small fortune for this at a salon.” 

Yona shrugged as if it was no big deal. “I used to do my friend's hair all the time at home. What about you?” 

“Oh, I think tomorrow we are gonna have a game night with Tanya, Timmy, Ella and I think Grey was coming around too with you and Soph?” You asked Claude and she gave a nod confirming it. “Okay, I’m ready to get inside. Are you guys?” Another glance out the window made you catch sight of Curtis’s truck in its usual place as well as quite a few other regulars and out-of-state plates, meaning it was going to be a busy night.

Which you didn’t mind, that meant Curtis would spend some of the time helping Paulie at the bar making great tips and giving you a chance to shamelessly check him out while he was working. It always made some fun flirting and usually sneaking off together much to Paulie's dismay. Claiming his place of business was reputable. 

“I'm ready,” Claude said as she pushed the door open and the three of you piled out of the car to make your way to the front door, where a group of men were just stepping out and headed back to the cars that had out-of-state plates on them. None of you paid any attention to passing the loud boisterous group till one reached out to grasp your arm, stopping you in your tracks with surprise. 

“Where you running off to sweetheart?” He flashed a grin that was supposed to be flirtatious but came off more leering than anything. It made your heart tighten, reminding you so much of Jake’s grin that he flashed whenever he had you cornered. Your eyes widened in alarm as you pulled your arm from the stranger's grasp. 

“No thank you, not interested.” You said to brush him off, going to sidestep around him to re-join Claude and Yona who just noticed that you were no longer with them. You weren’t allowed to leave though, he stepped back in front of you, blocking your way. 

“Come on, I’m just trying to be nice. You could at least give me a smile.” His gaze fell down your body. You felt sick at his gaze, taking in your figure as if he was contemplating how easy you might be. From the gleam in his eyes, he wasn’t thinking you would pass him up. 

“Let me go.” You said calmly, good at hiding the flutter of unease building. 

“Y/N… You all good?” Claude re-joined you, glaring at the man in your path as she hooked her arm through yours, making you both a joint team. 

He sneered at the two of you, his circle of friends coming to enclose the space further cutting you and Claude now off from the door. There were a few cold snickers and the heavy smell of alcohol coming off of them. 

“Yeah, let's get inside, I’m sure Grey and Curtis are expecting us.” You went to lead Claude through an opening between the strangers but that too was cut off. Over their shoulder, you saw Yona take a few steps as if to join you but then dart inside. You were sure she was going for some help. 

In the few seconds all this took place, you felt helpless. It would take too long to grab the pepper spray from the keychain in your jeans pocket and Claude was gearing up to swing a punch, you felt her practically vibrating with anger next to you. “What the fuck is wrong with you guys? Fucking dickheads, MOVE.” She snapped, pushing against one's chest to back them up a step.

He was bigger though, an unmoveable force who she bounced off.

The original prick barked out as he waved a hand towards you. “That’s the problem with the girls around here, ungrateful bitches.” He stepped in closer to you, brushing against you momentarily to make you stumble back, his hands once more catching you to pull you aggressively in while you yelled with alarm, slapping at him while losing contact with Claude. “You should be thanking me for being willing to fuck someone like you.” 

You could have sworn you felt bile roll up your stomach while his liquored breath soured the air you were breathing, panic starting to set in. 

“Let her the fuck go.” Claude yanked at you once more into her hold and you lifted your arm, throwing a punch at the drunk stranger. Your aim fell wildly off its mark but it was enough for Claude to pull you out of his reach and then a sharp roar came up behind them. You only saw a flash of Curtis’s dark face, enraged before he struck. His fist landed firmly against the back of someone's head, pitching them against one of their drunk friends. 

“Get your fucking hands off those girls.” His voice was deep with anger, while he shoved his way between you and them, his fist landing in someone's gut, making them keel over and throw up the liquor. Grey came up to block you and Claude, sending you out of the mayhem while Edgar barrelled out of the bar to help Curtis. Yona followed out right behind him to get you guys inside. 

“Someone has to help them.” You rushed, ready to go right back out but Grey caught you to pull you back into the bar. Paulie was coming out with a bat in his hands muttering to himself as he went to go outside and from the distance, police sirens could be heard. “Curtis and Edgar are outnumbered, Grey.” You said in a panic and he shook his head at letting you go back outside. Claude and Yona went around the back of the bar to search for a first aid kit. 

“Trust me, it won’t last long. Curtis and Edgar are fine.” Grey assured you, catching you from slipping around him. “This isn’t either of their first fights. Just stay, okay? Curtis would ring my neck if I let you back out there. ” He let you go and moved to slip back outside. 

“Fuck, fuck fuck.” You swore, waiting all of ten seconds to burst out of the door following Grey. Several cop's cars were flashing lights and scattered around the parking lot. Officers were dragging both Curtis and Edgar into the back of one of the cars. “Hey!” You dashed down the steps to yet again be blocked by another man. 

A sober cop this time. You glared up at him while pointing to the car you just saw Curtis and Edgar piled into. “Miss, go back inside.” 

“Why the hell are you arresting them!?” Your voice raised in question. “They saved me and my friend from being harassed and assaulted.” 

“By who?” The officer stepped aside to show the majority of the men from before bloodied and being helped up. 

“Them obviously.” You snapped. “That one blocked me from going to the bar and the rest joined in him taunting us. Fuck, he even grabbed me.” 

“Okay Miss, we can take you down to the station if you want to put in a formal statement against them.” 

“You still didn’t answer why you arrested Curtis and Edgar. Why not those men?” 

You could see the flash of irritation at you, another officer coming up to join him. “Miss, please calm down.” 

“Don’t you dare tell me to calm down.” Your arms folded defensively against your chest as you kept pushing for an answer. “Why?” 

“Because Everett and Bell assaulted those men and…” He waved his hands at Paulie’s “Intoxicated.” 

“That is utter fucking bullshit.” You spat out and they narrowed their eyes at you. “Claude and I were attacked first and they haven’t been here long enough to be intoxicated. The guys who grabbed me, they’re the ones that are intoxicated!”

“That’s not your call to make Miss… What is your name?” 

“Y/N.” You snapped out. “When can they be picked up then?” You were raging now at the utter unfairness of what was going on. The men who harassed you were being treated by a few EMTs for what looked like bloody, possibly broken noses. They had all miraculously sobered up enough to put on a decent act. “Yes, I will be putting in a report on them.” You were shaking while you leaned enough to look around the cops. “THOSE ASSHOLES HARRASSED ME.” You flipped them the bird while behind you Paulie came up, bat still in hand. 

“She’s right, I just kicked them out for trying to start a fight.” 

“Yes, we are being told it was more like the other way around. That Edgar and Curtis were trying to start something inside with them and they left.” 

Paulie snorted in disgust while you rolled your eyes at them. “Bullshit, Curtis, and Edgar weren’t doing anything but hanging out at the dartboards waiting on the girls for a game. It’s a tournament night here. This lot took up the slot next to them and started in on them looking for a fight. Kicked 'em out, we all look out for each other here. It was my mistake not checking outside to see who was in the parking lot.” Paulie gave you an apologetic look. “I’m sorry Y/N, if I just followed them out, and made sure they left...” 

You put a hand on your friend's arm, smiling at him to assure him you weren’t upset. “Don’t, you had no idea they would mess with us too.”  

“Well, we will look into it, if you got cameras set up or anything.” One officer offered a way to a solution, the other looked like he wanted to be doing anything other than dealing with you and Paulie. 

“Yeah, I have some covering the front door, it should see everything that happened out here.” He motioned to go inside, the officer following him. That left you with the one who seemed to not give a shit. 

“So, I just have to go to the station to get Curtis and Edgar?” 

“We will still be keeping them overnight.” 

You wanted to continue about how ridiculous it was, but it was clear that was the most you were going to get. Turning away, you went back into the bar to grab your stuff. “They are not letting Curtis or Edgar out tonight.” You informed the group, Yona immediately grabbed her jacket to slip back on. 

“I can drive us over.” She informed. “They were arrested?” 

“Yeah, supposedly for being publicly intoxicated. And possibly assault.” Claude handed you your purse you had ditched earlier. 

“Do you want me and Grey to go?” She questioned worriedly while Grey went to dig out his car keys. 

“No, Grey you probably shouldn’t go if you have had anything to drink or else they will find some bullshit to charge you with.” You sighed in aggravation. 

He hesitated before pulling you aside. “Listen, I don’t know what Curtis has told you, but they might give you a bit of a hard time.” 

“Why?” You frowned while listening. 

“It isn’t the first time he has been arrested for fighting and it’s been quite a while but they don't let shit go.”

“Of course.” You pinched the space between your forehead and nose. “Okay, thanks. I will drop you guys a message later about what's going on.” You waved at Grey, Claude, and Paulie on your way out with Yona. 

That little dark thought lodged in your brain, wondering if Curtis was hiding his previous arrest from you all along, or was it something he simply never thought to bring up? 

Edgar paced back and forth in the cell while Curtis leaned back against the wall, one leg stretched out ahead of him and the other folded closer to him, bouncing now and then with anxious energy. They hated this, both of them but all they could do was wait it out. The likelihood they would be let go tonight was slim. Not with his previous track record. 

His eyes were closed as he pictured the look on your face as you looked up at that asshole blocking your way on purpose. You looked calm at that moment, but he could see how wide your eyes were, shining way too brightly with alarm. He had been intent on just approaching and standing the guy down, already knowing he would back down the second he saw him.

But then the bastard had stepped into your space, purposely making you stumble back in an attempt to keep yourself out of his reach, laid a hand on you and that’s when Curtis was ready to rip the man’s head off. 

Curtis did manage to lay the man flat out with the promise that if he ever laid a hand on you or any woman again, Curtis was going to rip him apart. That was when the cops showed up. Familiar faces from years ago dragging him off and slapping cuffs on him. 

‘Bout time we brought you in again.’

He ground his teeth in aggravation at the memories it dragged up, his eyes slitting to open, watching Edgar pace back and forth muttering about asshole cops. Curtis worried about how you were dealing, were you okay? He knew Claude, Grey, Yona, and Paulie would make sure you were fine, but he just kept picturing your face. Hearing you afterward calling his name as the door slammed on him. 

You looked pissed at that moment and he couldn’t help smiling at that. 

“What are you grinning at?” Edgar stopped pacing and slouched on the bench next to him, still a ball of nervous energy. 

“Just thinking about Y/N giving those officers hell.” 

Edgar laughed then, leaning back much like Curtis was. “I saw out the back window, she was mad. Not like it do us any good, but she looked like she was ready to deck him.” 

“Yeah, she did.” Curtis barked a laugh. “I don’t think I have ever seen her mad like that before.” 

“When do you think they will let us out?” 

“They won’t, not till morning at least. Public intoxication and all that.” 

“Bullshit charge, we hadn’t even finished a beer yet,” Edgar muttered in outrage, glancing around the empty cell. “I hate this.” 

“So do I.” Curtis pushed up to stretch himself out, the bench a hard unrelenting place. He would much rather be in his bed with you, soft, and warm in his arms. “Probably those bastards will just get a slap on their hand and let go too.” 

“Fuck I hope not.”

It was hours later when they were finally let go, served with papers for fines they needed to pay. Charges were dropped against them for assault, much to Curtis’surprise. You and Yona were sitting out in the lobby, both of you huddled in the uncomfortable seats, heads leaning against one another in what must have been an unrestful sleep. Edgar was gentle when he touched Yona, his hand brushing along the side of her face, whispering her name. Curtis squatted in front of your seat, letting his hands slide over yours till your eyes slipped open and you gave him a sleepy smile, sliding forward to hug around his neck. 

“Hey, I didn’t think they were ever going to let you out.” You muttered into the crook of his neck

He squeezed you back assuringly, rubbing at your back. “They like to drag ass over this stuff. You ready to go home?” 

“Please.” You pulled back to let him go and Curtis held you against him a second longer before letting you ease off the seat, pulling himself back up to a stand. In the parking lot, you said goodbye to Edgar and Yona, who were quick to promise to call later to reschedule the missed triple date at the bar but you could tell they just wanted to head home. Neither had gotten a lot of sleep that night. Curtis was relieved to see his truck already there. 

“Grey?” 

“Yeah, he said he had a spare to your house and grabbed your extra keys.” You dug them from your purse to hand over to Curtis. 

Getting in, the drive back to the house was quiet. But not the typical comfortable kind that happened between you two, more like you had something on your mind and it was worrying you, causing unspoken tension. “Did you stay there all night Honey?”

“Hmm?” You turned back towards him just as he was pulling into the driveway, next to your car. “Oh yeah, Yona was set on staying till she at least saw Edgar, and good luck getting me to leave after what happened. Every time we asked to see either of you, they had an excuse not to let us talk to you.” You paused as if collecting your thoughts. “They seemed to not like you. At all.” 

“Mmhh, yeah,” Curtis said, he wasn’t ready to elaborate and you let it die there for now. Instead, you both made your way into the house, yawning loudly as you looked at the time. 

“Good morning, about the time I typically wake up.” You chuckle and Curtis rubbed at his face, making himself go cross-eyed a bit. 

“How about today we nap in bed instead, take a real lazy day?” 

“I could really go for that.” You shrugged out of your jacket and hung it up, offering to take his. 

“Deal, you wanna go get comfy upstairs and I will be up with some snacks?” Curtis offered. 

“I can make you something if you want?” You hesitated at the foot of the stairs, thinking out loud. “I have those veggies diced up and you got eggs, I saw them in there yesterday. I could make us western omelets.”

Curtis shook his head, directing you back towards the stairs. “Nope, I got it. Go shower if you want and get comfy… wear that tee of mine I love so much?” 

You went up a few steps, twisting to face him while still inching up the steps, grinning. “That and what else?” 

“Absolutely fucking nothing.” He gave a feral grin, even as tired as he was and you laughed while finishing going up the stairs. Curtis heard the house's old pipes groan, signaling you started your shower. It gave him plenty of time to get some of the quick easy snacks he had in the house. Grabbing some of Sophia’s granola bars, a bag of your favorite goldfish, his stash of Oreo cookies, and some other randoms he found in the pantry. Then he was sure to make you a cup of your favorite tea with generous dollops of honey to sweeten it to your liking. He took a quick sip, making sure it was how you liked it. 

Curtis finally made it upstairs where his bed never looked so good. Especially with a few of your clothes littered on it from where you undressed to shower. Dropping the snacks at the foot of the bed, he heard you turn the water off, steam flowing from out of the shower. Yanking off his shirt and pants, he walked into the bathroom in his boxers, preparing the tub for himself while you stood at the mirror doing a few last-minute things. 

“There’s a cup of tea on your nightstand Honey.” He brushed a kiss to your still bare shoulder, the towel firmly wrapped around you while you rubbed some of your lotion on your face and down your neck. 

“Thanks Curtis, water should be plenty hot. I was quick.” You smiled at him in the mirror while he shed the last of his clothes and slipped in behind the curtain. 

You finished what you were doing, sure to clean the sink off while listening to the water splash around Curtis, now and then the curtain would move with his movements. You retreated from the bathroom before he finished, crawling up on the bed and letting yourself lean back into the pillows. 

There was a lot to take in over the past several hours. Something you hadn’t let yourself ponder on till now when it was all said and done. You hated the doubt that crept in, the way Curtis had gone after all those men without any hesitation or fear, then Grey making mention that Curtis had been in trouble before. It wasn’t that you thought of Curtis as being violent, not towards you in the least and you had only heard him lose his temper with Edgar at Halloween. But Jake was always such a nice guy until he wasn’t and you never would have guessed that from him. You knew him your whole life, your father and his were partners in their consultation firm. 

But then one day it started and you always allowed it to continue while lying to yourself to be okay with it. As much as you loved Curtis, more than you ever felt for Jake, you couldn’t be that way with someone again. 

Curtis came back out, this time dressed in his plaid pajama bottoms and a faded old tee, ready to crawl into bed next to you. You took an appreciative sip of the tea that he made, letting the warm liquid calm you down a bit more while Curtis slipped into the bed next to you, making a grab for the snacks he had brought up and deposited them on the nightstand, grabbing a couple of oreo cookies and flipping one into his mouth. 

“Thank you for coming to get me at the station Honey.” He finally said, breaking the silence in the room while offering you his other cookie. 

You took it, nibbling on it a second before setting everything in your hands aside. “As I said, after seeing the way those officers were acting, I wasn’t about to leave you there.” 

“They dropped the charges surprisingly,” Curtis admitted while leaning back against the pillows, his hand coming up to your back and tracing patterns in it while he started to relax for the first time. “I wasn’t expecting that.” 

You let yourself sink into the feeling of his fingers on you, making your body slowly loosen from his touch, you were soon easing back and curling up next to him, your hand sliding against his chest while he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into his side. “They had to drop them after Yona and I went down to fill out our reports against that group, Claude will be going in later today, she told me to do the same thing. Between us and Paulie pulling up his security videos, they weren't able to make anything solid stick. Keeping you overnight was just a way to hold you and Edgar for a while longer." You frowned with frustration.  

Curtis tilted forward to press an affectionate kiss to your forehead, scooping you in closer to him.

"It should have never fucking happened. You, Yona, and Claude should be able to walk across a parking lot at any time." 

You felt the tip of his fingers lift your chin so you looked up at him, the sheer concern in his expression, the way his eyes were a wide blue boring into you, you yet again felt foolish over your concern that this man would in any way hurt you. “Curtis…” You twisted to your hip to face him, letting there be a bit of space between you so you could comfortably look at him to talk. "Yes, I was scared at the moment, but I knew you were close.” 

“Mmmh, They will probably just get a slap on the wrist and nothing further than that.” He practically growled and you let your hand raise to smooth the worried lines in his forehead. 

“Unfortunately that is probably gonna be the case. I hope that they learned a lesson in what the word ‘No’ means though. You and Edgar left them quite a few reminders” You let your hand drop once his forehead smoothed out. “But Grey said that you were familiar with the cops picking you up?” You hesitated, not wanting to bring up his past like this, but you had to know. 

Curtis nodded a bit to confirm. “I can’t say the local Duluth precinct and I are on the best of terms. Of course, this was many years ago, but bar fights weren’t an uncommon thing for me.

You stayed quiet, intent on letting him continue with whatever he wanted to share. “As a young man… I was angry? Lost and unsure of myself, my grandparents did an amazing job being my parents. But I was still mad at the world for having never gotten to have that time with my mom and dad, I never got to see Tyler grow into the man he should have been. I had so many what-ifs built in me. Lillian and Wilford tried to help me, but you know when you are young you miss what is right in front of you.” 

“So all this anger, it turned into fighting?” 

“It did, I would get into it with other people. Looking for it I guess would be the best way to put it. It was the only thing that made me feel good.” He glanced at you worriedly but you kept your features neutral. “I don’t know if I’m explaining it right, I was an angry young man. I’m glad you didn’t know me then.” 

“Hey, we all have our shit, right?” You said with a gentle smile. “Keep going, what happened?” 

“I hit rock bottom. Had to spend some time at a minimum security prison. Not long, but it was several months. My Gram came to visit me several times, and my grandfather did a couple of times. But it was easy to see how disappointed he was. I hated it, I was ashamed of how low I went with it. The judge released me and I went to Nam for a more permanent job.” His fingers flowed up and down your arm, making pleasured sensations settle in you, retaining that connection even while you two were separated a bit to face each other. “Sent me to training and I started from the bottom up. Grandpa was retired by then so I worked up to his position.” 

“You must have wanted the change to work that hard Curtis.” You wiggled a bit closer. “Did all those feelings, the anger… they stop?” 

“Um, I channeled them in a new way. Grey and I were friends during this time, he was always trying to get me to go with him to his uncle's gym, just beyond the school called Big Jon Boxing.

When I got out, I finally took him up on the offer. Big Jon taught me some boxing, tossed me in the ring to punch and kick out all those feelings.” 

You half pushed up, leaning on an elbow. “You’re just sharing with me that you can box?” 

Curtis laughed, shrugging a shoulder. “Yeah, pretty good at it too, not to brag.” 

“Do you still go?” You eased down again, now back in his side, curling a leg through his. 

“I haven’t in a while, not since last summer. Grey was telling me Big Jon was asking when I’m coming back.” 

“So since you met me?” You huffed out, making Curtis chuckle again. 

“Well, I also have some equipment down in the cellar for when I couldn’t go. But yeah… I haven’t felt the need to.” 

You smiled a bit to yourself, it was hard not to feel a bit of pride that Curtis didn’t need such an outlet. Your hand slipped under his tee, tracing your fingertips on his belly, sinking into your thoughts. “Would you go back?” 

“Of course, it is like another home, much like Paulie’s is. I just… haven’t. Actually, in light of what happened, would you like to go?” 

“Me? To a gym?” You wrinkled your nose, the idea of it making you wildly self-conscious. Gym’s always felt like a nightmare, all those fit people and then there is you. You tried, in the past. You went to Jake’s gym using his membership. Always when he was at work, not that he ever said anything, but you could tell that he was embarrassed to see you struggling with the equipment. 

“Yes you Honey. We can teach you some self-defense moves in case you ever feel unsafe or have to be alone.” His hand was assuring on your side, all while his belly flexed under your fingertips. You felt him grasp at the back of your thighs, easing you over him till you were straddling him, leaning against his chest till you pushed up to a sit, using your knees folded under you to keep from leaning too heavily against him. Underneath you he looked perfectly relaxed and content, waiting on you to sort through your doubts and fears about going to the gym. “You could knock Edgar out next time he pisses you off.” He smirked at you and you couldn’t help the little amused smile you gave at your friend's expense. 

“So tempting, but…” 

“But what Honey.” His hands slipped up the bare part of your thighs to grasp gently on your hips and ease you to relax against him. “Tell me.” 

“It’s the gym, full of beautiful fit people.” 

“Nah, this is a cool gym. It’s for everyone.” Curtis said. His hands flexed against your hips, making him smirk a bit up at you. “I could buy you all those hot leggings too. All the leggings.” His eyes glinted up at you wickedly, making you feel heat flush your face and down your chest, your heart race in excitement and apprehension. 

“I have leggings already Curtis, you don’t have to buy me more.” 

“I know and you are always fucking hot in them.” He slipped a hand up your back to lightly grasp the back of your neck, pulling you in close for his mouth to find yours, drawing you into a heated kiss as he set out to prove just what he felt when seeing you in those leggings. Being tired completely forgotten when he flipped you to your back and hovered over you, chaining kisses down your neck and working your shirt up while you did the same with his to toss it away for the rest of the day. 

#life is short so make it sweet #curtis and honey #curtis x plus sized reader #curtis and plus sized reader #curtis everett and plus sized reader #curtis everett and reader #curtis everett and you #curtis everett x reader #curtis everett x you #curtis everett au #curtis everett fanfiction #chris evans characters #amber writes #sweater writes #tw police #tw fighting #tw drunk #tw harrassment

[riversdarkblog]

Pairings: Serial Killer Wanda Maximoff x Reader & Photographer Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings ⚠️: Blood lots of it, Multiple Murders, Sadism, Knife, Knife Marking, Scars, Stalking, Height Difference, Age Difference, Dark Wanda, Mentions Of Kidnapping, Jealousy & Manipulation

Pet Names/Nicknames: Honey, Darling & Detka

Word Count: 2,177

A/N: Decided to write it on this account because it's part of my Serial Killer AU!!! I hope you guys enjoy it!

Y/N worked hard to get the perfect job in the city. It was her dream job and it was fulfilling to finally achieve it. Little did she know that she had an admirer. A brunette haired woman that had emerald green eyes was her admirer. Her name was Wanda Maximoff and she was a photographer. Well not really it's just her cover for what she really does. Wanda was a Serial Killer and she went by the name Scarlet Killer. She would visit Y/N at the cafe she worked at every single day with her usual outfit. A dark grey baseball cap and sunglasses. Wanda would always get a cup of steaming hot tea and a blueberry muffin.

Wanda had a peculiar fascination with Y/N and she was enamored with her beauty and perfection. She was sure that Y/N was meant for her and she was determined to make her hers one day. Wanda had worked hard researching and observing Y/N's movement and she knew her schedule like the back of her hand. Everywhere Y/N went Wanda would follow in the shadows. Even when she was going home Wanda would follow. Wanda would take multiple photos of Y/N and would always put them up in a room in her house. The room that has all the photos usually stays locked whenever a family member or her friends are over. Other than that she spends all her time in that room looking at the photos. Since Wanda lives right next to Y/N she can easily take tons of pictures.

Wanda went as far as getting to know Y/N's friends on the internet. Even though she was a photographer to the outside world she was invisible. She didn't take pictures of people but instead she took pictures of Nature and all the animals that lived in it.

Lately though Y/N has been going on dates with a couple men or women. But they've all ended in a disaster even if the two were hitting it off. Each time she went out on a date, she'd come home feeling troubled the guys or girls had suddenly changed and had become cold. What was more confusing to her was that they would never talk to her again, no matter what. Unknown to her Wanda would follow her on her dates and get jealous causing Wanda to use her to mind control them after every date to never speak to Y/N again. It happened more than 10 times and Y/N gave up on dating for awhile after her last one was a complete disaster.

Every time she kills one of her victims she would either mind control them to kill themselves or kill them with her magic. Every victim she has killed will always have a trail of Scarlet veins down their body. It's how she got her name as the Scarlet Killer. Sometimes she'd rip her victims' hearts out depending on who it was. She's sadistic and loves to see the horror on her victims faces when she kills them. She mostly uses her powers to kill but sometimes she'd use her engraved knife to kill them. She has a mask that covers her whole face except her emerald green eyes that would glow red. The mask she wears is black and has scarlet designs on it.

Today was no different. Wanda had walked into the cafe Y/N worked at and walked up to the cashier that was standing there waiting. The girl smiled and Wanda frowned because Y/N was usually the one to take her order like always. "The usual Miss. Maximoff" the girl said causing Wanda to snap out of it. "Uh yeah to go quick question though where's Y/N at" Wanda said and the girl looked up before frowning. "She called in sick today she said she wasn't feeling well" the girl said and Wanda's frown deepened. "Will it be for here like usual as well" the girl said and Wanda shook her head as she gave the girl a 20 dollar bill. "No it'll be to go and keep the change" Wanda said and the girl smiled before nodding her head. Wanda walked off to the side as she was deep in thought. How did she not know Y/N was sick. Was she lying about being sick. Or was she actually sick and Wanda had no clue. "Miss. Maximoff" someone called out for the tenth time causing Wanda to snap out of it. She turned around and saw a man standing there holding out a small bag and a plastic cup with Wanda's steaming hot tea in it. "Oh thank you" Wanda said as she took the two items before leaving quickly.

She got into her Red Buick lacrosse before backing out and driving away from the cafe. She arrived home a couple minutes later and parked in her driveway. She got out of her car before locking it. She looked over to her right to see no car parker in the driveway causing her to be even more confused. She looked around before walking across Y/N's lawn and walking up the front porch. She was about to knock but decided to use her magic to unlock the door instead. Scarlet magic flowed out of her hand as her eyes glowed. She heard a click before pushing the door open. She shut the door open and locked it before walking through the sunlit house looking for Y/N. She made her way up the stairs and down the small hall before stopping in front of a closed down. Her mind told her just to throw the door open but she didn't want to wake Y/N up if she was in there still sleeping. She opened the door quietly before shutting it behind her. As she looked up her gaze immediately landed on Y/N who was still sound asleep in nothing but underwear and an oversized shirt. The blankets were a complete mess and a pillow was laying on the floor. Wanda used her magic to fix the bed up before slowly walking over. She loomed over Y/N and smiled softly before sighing. "You have no idea how badly I want you detka, I wish I could just take you far away from here where no one will find you and just have you all to myself" Wanda muttered out as she reached out but stopped. Wanda's gaze traveled down Y/N's body. "I just want to mark you up so people know who you belong to" Wanda whispered a little louder. She stood up and looked around the room. "Every time I saw you on a date it made me so fucking jealous" she hissed out as she careful sat on the edge of the bed making sure not to wake you up.

Wanda made her knife appear and ran her fingers over the designs on the handle. She had to fight off the urge to mark Y/N right now so she stood up quickly before getting her camera out. She took a picture totally forgetting the flash was on causing her to panic when Y/N started waking up. Right when Y/N opened her eyes Wanda disappeared in a flash. Y/N looked around her room when she sat up frowning as she scratched her head before falling back onto her bed. Meanwhile Wanda appeared in her living room her heart pounding like crazy. Her mind was racing with thoughts on if Y/N caught her.

It had been a couple days since then and Wanda had to make sure that Y/N didn't see her. Wanda was in an alley tonight watching as a man's life flash before his eyes. "Please I do anything please let me go" he shouted and Wanda looked at him with her glowing eyes causing him to gulp in fear. "I don't have time for this I need to be somewhere, give me what I want and I might just let you go" Wanda growled out as she watched the man struggle against her magic. "I don't know what you're talking about please" he shouted out and Wanda huffed before she pushed herself off the wall. She walked up to the man before looking down at his chest. "If you don't tell me I'll rip out your heart" Wanda said in her Sokovian accent. Wanda looked up to see the man staring at her in fear. She sighed before using her magic and ripping the man's heart out causing him to scream out before he fell limp on the ground. Blood had splattered across Wanda's mask as she crushed the man's heart.

She lifted her mask up but froze when she heard a crash. She looked over to see Y/N on the ground staring up at her in horror before looking back to see the guy's veins glowing. Y/N stood up quickly before backing away as Wanda pulled her mask down and started stalking towards Reader. Y/N grabbed a glass bottle that was near her before throwing it at Wanda who quickly used her powers to stop it before slamming it against the brick wall. Wanda watched as Y/N almost tripped causing her to smirk. Y/N turned around before running out of the alleyway. "Running will only make it worse Hon I love a good chase" Wanda shouted loudly causing chills to run down Y/N's spine.

Y/N continued to run down the deserted street before Wanda appeared in front of her causing her to scream out. "W-wanda please don't kill me" Y/N stuttered out as Wanda tilted her head to the side before taking her mask off. "Now why would I kill a pretty girl such as you darling" Wanda said in her thick accent. Y/N looked around before looking back at Wanda who was staring at her. "Why are you doing this" Y/N said and Wanda didn't say anything all she did was grab Y/N and vanish.

The two appeared in Wanda's living room. Wanda let go of Y/N's arm before throwing her mask onto the chair. "Wanda answer me what the hell has gotten into you" Y/N shouted causing Wanda to glare at her. "Shut up I'm doing this for your own good" Wanda growled out as her eyes glowed. Y/N was about to speak but Wanda took a step forward. "You belong to me and only me none of those men or women would be able to take care of you like I would" Wanda said and Y/N backed up into the coffee table causing her to wince. "I don't belong to anybody" Y/N shouted causing Wanda to smirk before tilting her head. "Why don't we make it true than" Wanda said as her knife appeared in her hand causing Y/N's eyes to widen in shock. Before Y/N could try and run Wanda grabbed Y/N by the arm and yanked her forward. Wanda placed the tip of her knife under Y/N's chin before tilting Y/N's head back so they were looking directly into each other's eyes. "Listen here Y/N, if you let me mark that pretty body of yours with my knife so everyone will know who you belong to I won't kill your family or friends but if you don't I won't hesitate to kill every last one of them" Wanda said causing Y/N to tear up. "Y-you wouldn't" Y/N said causing Wanda to let out a dark chuckle. "Oh Honey you know what I'm capable of you've seen me on TV and just a while ago you know I'm dangerous" Wanda said and Y/N let out a sob as she collapsed to the ground with Wanda still holding onto her arm.

Wanda listened to Y/N's thoughts race like crazy. She clutched her knife tightly making her knuckles go white. "I know what you're thinking, I suggest you just give in now or you know what the consequences will be" Wanda said and Y/N looked up with tear stained cheeks before nodding her head. Wanda smirked as she yanked Y/N up before shoving her against the wall.

Wanda watched as Y/N slept soundly in her bed looking at the freshly cut scars on Y/N's shoulder and waist. Her Initials were carved into Y/N's waist as for her initials for her killer name were on Y/N's shoulder. She looked up at Y/N's tear stained face before smiling softly before leaning down and kissing Y/N's cheek. Y/N had passed out awhile ago due to the pain that was inflicted on her body by Wanda's knife. Wanda slowly got off of Y/N before walking into her bathroom to clean up. Her dream of making Y/N finally her's had come true and she'd never let anything happen to her.

Taglist: @red1culous & @natashaismylove

#Wanda Maximoff x Reader #Wanda Maximoff #Scarlet Witch #Dark Wanda Maximoff #Serial Killer Wanda Maximoff #Wanda Bear My Precious Witch ���️🌹 #river's serial killer au #Lesbian

[honeycologne]

Ever wondered what each Doctor would smell like? Cause I sure did! Take my guesses:

1. Old man smell with a hint of bar soap. If you catch him on a bad day… Stinky grandpa breath. I’m sorry, but it’s true.

2. I can smell this man's shampoo through my screen.

3. A faint masculine smell, maybe from an aftershave or cologne? He’s still on that bar soap, yet this incarnation smells a bit dusty to me. Maybe a hint of smoke on his clothes.

4. This man smells like wool, leather and body odor and you can't change my mind. Not necessarily in a bad way, but this man can sweat. And if you’ve owned a coat like that you know smells linger. Generally very “warm” smelling. Still on that bar soap. Just like 3, he might have a hint of smoke on him. With everyone smoking inside and all. A bit musty, and my friend said he looked like he smelled like watercolor paint. And I have to agree.

5. Oh this man smells FRESH. He's finally thrown out that bar of soap and gotten some more modern stuff. Like 2, I can smell this man's shampoo from here. He’s also invested in a fresh, herb-smelling, cologne. Really clean guy overall.

6. He found axe body spray and he's not afraid to use it. His outfit is the most polyester smelling thing I've ever come across. I swear it was meant as a costume, not everyday clothes. Overall he smells ok, but he goes from Axe-smelling to sweaty body odor way too fast.

7. He somehow smells like old clothes and the big city, I can't explain it. Warm asphalt and city-dust? And if you've ever sniffed a suit - that.

8. This man canonically smells like honey and I love that for him. I feel like he doesn't smell much, but if you get close enough you can get a whiff of honey. Warm skin, but not sweat. I imagine him using soap with a honey smell, and maybe even a hint of a honey cologne, but you have to get close to even notice it. Faintly masculine. And I can smell that velvet jacket, there’s always this weird dust smell lingering in velvet.

9. The most masculine the Doctor has ever smelled, I said what I said. Leather, city dust and cologne. But not in an overbearing way.

10. Just a very classic “guy” smell. He cares about his appearance, but not enough to invest in anything expensive. Suit-smell, pretty generic masculine cologne and way too much hair wax.

11. Quite similar to 10, but he's not as invested in his appearance, or smell. I can imagine him smelling like a 3in1 men’s soap. I feel like he could quite quickly enter sweaty territory as well. …And tweed.

12. Now this is a man who invests in a good cologne. His skin smells like an old person, but this man's cologne? wow. Sort of dark, smokey, well rounded. Not your generic cheap brand. He wants to keep that edge, but in a cool way. (at least in later seasons. he gets there.)

13. My girl is a bit confused there at the start. She herself smells very fresh, clean. A bit of hairspray maybe, but her clothes have a faint masculine smell. Remnants of old cologne maybe? Over time, it starts to smell like the rest of her. Not too sweet, not too flowery, but fresh and feminine.

14. Might be a bit of a copout to say this, but he does smell like an older 10. The hair wax smell is gone, his cologne is a bit more mature. But it is the same face, so some similarities remain.

15. This Doctor smells amazing. He cares for his skin, and his hygiene. He’s finally found lotion. I can imagine him smelling faintly of coconut, with an expensive cologne on top. Not too much, but just right. It’s masculine, but has a bit of sweetness and freshness too it. Just absolutely amazing.

#and yes my name is honeycologne based on 8 #doctor who #eighth doctor #8th doctor #mine #1st Doctor #2nd Doctor #3rd Doctor #4th doctor #5th doctor #6th doctor #7th doctor #9th doctor #10th doctor #11th doctor #12th doctor #13th doctor #14th doctor #15th doctor #headcanon #doctor who headcanon #doctor who imagine #imagines #david tennant #christopher eccleston #tom baker #colin baker

[darkened-writer]

02| Generous Heart

summary || ❝She would not need a knight to protect her, or a handmaiden to serve her, but a friend to trust. ❞

pairing || Rhaenyra Targaryen x Female! Reader

word count || 4,460

warnings || Minor violence and Tension

notes || High Valyrian is in italics. Enjoy!

“Ser Ryam was a strong Lord Commander of the Kingsguard. But he was ill for some time. He passed in peace, I hope.”

“Yes, Your Grace.”

Rhaenyra was dressed clad in a beautiful white outfit, necklace adorned on her neck and jankily ring hung off of her left hand, middle finger. She poured wine with a vigor of someone who would rather be sat at the table, discussing matters as a political figure instead of serving them. You however, just stood at your post along the far side of the table, waiting for an order from the Princess or an order from the King. Though, you were more inclined to do anything Rhaenyra asked of you, regardless of the moral ambiguity of it. 

“He was found to have passed gently in his sleep. His remains are being prepared by the Silent Sisters. The succeeding Lord Commander, Ser Harrold, would like to make haste in finding Ser Ryam’s replacement on the Kingsguard.”

“Your Grace. My Lords. The Kingsguard must soon be restored to its full complement of seven. With the help of the Hand, I’ve invited a number of fine candidates to court. All have passed fair trials.”

The door to the council room suddenly opened, everyone's attention being drawn to Lord Corlys who marched into the room and up the few stairs with a mission.

“Four ships have now been lost. The last one was flying my banner. The Stepstones have now grown into a conflagration, yet you sit here and dither about court business.”

“If you’ve something to discuss, Lord Corlys–”

“I want to know what is to be done about my ships and my men.”

“The Crown will compensate you for your ship and crew and make an offering to the men’s families.”

“I don’t want compensation.” He growled, “I want to seize the Stepstones by force and burn out this Crabfeeder.”

“I am not prepared to start a war with the Free Cities.”

“These pirates are not the Free Cities.”

“Who do you think provides them with their ships and tender?”

“In all of its history, my lord, the Seven Kingdoms have never entered open war with the Free Cities. Were that to happen, the losses would be incalculable.”

Corlys took a few steps towards the lord defending the King, “What reason does the Crabfeeder have to fear us? The King’s own brother has been allowed to seize Dragonstone and fortify it with an army of his gold cloaks. Daemon has squatted there for over half a year without even a protest from the Crown.”

“I’ll caution you, Lord Corlys, a seat at the King’s table does not make you his equal.”

His expression changed, before he moved from his looming spot towards Otto Hightower, before being stopped by Viserys’ words. 

“I have acted, Corlys. I’ve sent envoys to Pentos and Volantis to see if we might find common cause.”

Rhaenyra was strangely still, looking as if she was pondering a deep thought. 

“Ships and men are at the ready. The Stepstones will be settled in time.”

“You have dragonriders, father.”

The whole room perked up including yourself, feeling a sense of pride watching Rhaenyra speak her mind. 

“Send us.”

“It isn’t that simple, Rhaenyra.”

“It would be a show of force.”

“At least the Princess has a plan.” Viserys scowled.

“I only meant that we could at least–”

“Perhaps, there’s some better use for the Princess’s talents, Your Grace.”

Rhaenyra’s expression shifted immediately at Otto’s comment, “Why don’t you take the Princess to see about the new Kingsguard posting, Lord Commander?”

He nods, “A fine idea, Your Grace.”

“This knight will protect you as well. You should choose.”

“But Y/N is more than enough. Why would I need a Knight?”

Rhaenyra’s eyes were on you now and you straightened your back, peering at Viserys’. He looked to be in thought just as Rhaenyra was previously, but The Lord Commander spoke up.

“Perhaps I could teach your Handmaiden some sword skills to ease any worry?”

The thought was interesting to you, being able to protect the Princess was just one of the many duties you promised Aemma, so you’d hope the King would be enthusiastic. 

Rhaenyra nodded, looking almost pleadingly at her father, he nodded, “Y/N will learn some combat skills, but until she reaches some mastery in those skills. You will have a Knight to protect you.”

The girl looked satisfied with herself, beaconing you to her side before the Knights opened the doors to the Council Room to see the Princess out. Rhaenyra leaned heavily into your side, keeping closely with you as you walked, the Lord Commander behind the two of you. 

Boy would this be a fun evening. 

-

The courtyard was filled with various knights of differing houses and livelihoods. Seven in total, the mystery knight being stood without a flag to represent a house. Ser Criston Cole, if you remembered correctly, the Knight to best the “Rogue Prince ''. 

Rhaenyra stepped onto a small step stool to look up over the seven men, hands folded behind her back as a sign of power. The Lord Commander brought a figure of a creature and placed it upon a small looking stage.

“Ser Desmond Caron, a fine Knight, Princess. Step forward, Ser Desmond.”

The man looked terribly proud of himself, yourself knowing immediately that Rhaenyra would not choose him. She had standards and he would be no exception.

“Son of Ser Royce Caron, Ser Desmond has proved strong and steady in both the tourney lists and without. While traveling through the Kingswood on his way to King's Landing, Ser Desmond recently brought a would-be poacher to justice.”

Everyone was looking at Rhaenyra and yet she remained quiet, staring at Ser Desmond with a curious gaze, Otto leaned to her ear to speak.

“You might thank him for his leal service, Princess.”

“We thank you for your loyal service to The Crown, ser.”

He bowed his head, and she moved her gaze up to Rhaenys who was overseeing the whole exchange, before the bird statuette was moved to the little stage.

“Ser Rymun Mallister.”

He moved up to present himself, “Son of Lord Lymond Mallister of Seagard. Winner of the melee at Cinder Hall. He was the last mounted of three-and-twenty knights. Ser Rymun was knighted at eight-and-ten.”

“Do any of these knights have combat experience? Beyond capturing poachers.”

Her tone was mildly sarcastic, but the Lord Commander nodded and moved the plain, brown, statuette to the stage. Otto Hightower sighed, “Ser Criston Cole.”

The dark-haired knight walked up just like the two previous knights, dark eyes immediately finding Rhaenyra’s then mine. He was what the common girls would call a “Heart Throb'', and you yourself were a tad shy under his gaze.

“Son of the steward of the Lord of Blackhaven.”

“Be welcome, Ser Criston.” She was smiling, and suddenly the shy feeling you had was replaced by jealousy. There was a twinge of electricity between the two, and it was ever apparent that she was looking to have him as her knight, regardless of the other six there.

Ser Criston nods at Rhaenyra, “You saw combat in the Stormlands.”

“Dornish marches, Princess. I fought for a year as a foot soldier against the Dornish incursions. Ser Arlan Dondarrion knighted me after we razed two of the watchtowers along the Boneway.”

Impressive Bastard, you thought, watching Rhaenyra turn to the Lord Commander.

“I choose Ser Criston Cole.”

She stepped from the stepping stool with grace, “Let’s not be too hasty, Princess. There’s no doubt Ser Criston is a fine warrior, but houses such as Crakehall and Mallister are important allies of the Crown. Seagard, for instance, in the realm’s prime defense against reavers from the Iron Islands.”

“Those men are tourney knights.”

Your gaze found Rhaenys’, and she nodded at you with a respectable gaze, “My father should be defended by a man who’s known real combat. Should he not?”

The man was dejected, “Of course, Princess.”

“Well, let us plan Ser Criston’s investiture then. And get Y/N in with the knight’s training, she has a lot of work to do…” 

-

Just as Rhaenyra had said, you were now placed within knights training. Various men were around you, clad in chainmail and leather clutching swords as they slashed at dummies made to look like the enemy. The Lord Commander however wanted to do basic sparring with you, handing you a wooden sword for training, but the idea of actually handling a sword was daunting. 

The air was crisp and cold, sending odd tremors up your arms. The ground shifted as you dodged the wooden jabs from your superior, making him miss every hit but even you were scared to try and land an attack. 

“Shoulders back… left foot in front of the right, and always keep your sword in a ready position.”

You adjusted your form and let out a huff of air in frustration, the Targaryen ring from Aemma glimmering on your middle finger.

Keep going, you heard in your head, and you took a step forward to urge the Lord Commander to attack. When he went for a slash to your lower body, you leaned back and thrusted the wooden sword up into his abdomen, the man groaning in pain at the sudden move.

“I’m so sorry!” Your concerned tone made the man chuckle, his free hand now gripping his stomach, his face bright with a weird delight. Your face contorted in confusion, “Why are you laughing, Lord Commander?!”

“I’ll make a fine knight of you yet, Handmaiden Y/N. Just you wait…”

-

“How’d you find training, my Handmaiden?”

Your expression of pure exhaust had roused a laugh from the Princess, yet she asked you a question that could easily be answered by a look at your body. Bruises were flowering up along your arms, neck, torso, and legs. There was a dull ache up your whole back, and you could barely grasp the wine chalice you were handing Rhaenyra.

“Very well, Princess. Each bruise is a sign to my commitment I suppose.”

“It brings me great joy seeing you train…”

You perk up, “Were you watching me and the Lord Commander?”

She takes a graceful sip of her chalice before setting it down, “Of course. Don’t think too much of it…”

Before you could continue to make conversation, Viserys made his way into the room, hastily taking a seat at the dinner table and holding his chalice up to be filled. You ever so slowly filled his cup, holding in a yelp at the pain at even lifting your arm. The King however, brushed off your pained look and dug into his food, shooting Rhaenyra a curious gaze. 

It was very clear that the tensions between the two were high, ever since Aemma’s death, they really hadn’t spoken much. The moon shone subtly through the window, but the room was mostly lit by the many candles in the room. The flame moved every which way, almost as if dancing to a quiet hum of music. It was alluring to the eyes, and fascinating to look at. And the heat it emitted was making the room oddly stuffy; Was fire always this beautiful?

“We haven’t spoken much… since.”

“A regret of mine. We should be free to speak our minds to one another.”

“You can say whatever you’d like. You are the King.” The man snickered, before his face showed soleum.

“I loved your mother very much.”

The ring on your middle finger began to feel heavy again, the black stone shining as you looked down to peer at it. Not even aware of the tears welling up in your eyes. Rhaenyra was also emotional, nodding at her father’s statement, “As did I.”

The understanding between the two was apparent, their shared love for Aemma leaving them both vulnerable. After a brief moment of silence, they both resumed eating, and you leaned over the table to fill Viserys’s cup with wine once again. 

“Ser Harold provided a fine field of tourney knights.”

“Oh?”

“But in questioning them, I discovered that Ser Criston was the only man among them with true battle experience.”

The King stifled a laugh, “He’ll make a fine Knight of the Kingsguard.”

Silence ensued once again, “Today at Small Council–”

“Pay it no mind.”

“I thought I might have had some insight.”

“You’re young. You will learn.”

Rhaenyra leaned back in her chair and suddenly the situation was more awkward than bittersweet, the King’s plate was now empty, so you grabbed it and placed it on a wooden board you’d use to carry the dirty kitchenware to the kitchen. 

“If you excuse me, I have business to attend to, my daughter…” He rises from the table, and she looks up at him, “Please, enjoy more food, don’t stop on my account–”

“Good night, Father.”

“Good night.”

Viserys’ exits and Rhaenyra motions to the seat next to her, “Please sit… I don’t want to be alone.”

“I’d never let you feel alone, Princess.”

The plush seat was oddly comfortable, and you eased into it as Rhaenyra grabbed a plate and began to pile food onto it. Various Targaryen-based dishes, fruits, meats, and even vegetables. She made sure to include every bit of food she could onto the plate before setting it in front of you, a satisfied smile on her face.

“Eat! When could anyone say they’ve shared a meal with Targaryen royal blood, Hm?”

She was playful, and you couldn’t hold in the smile painted on your face.

“What an honor…”

-

The very next day, you woke up to train with the Lord Commander once again. He was kind and forgiving as you messed up and gave you proper advice on how to get better. Even giving you your first sword to carry around with you. The steel was as shiny as the rubies encrusted into the pommel of the blade; leather wrapped along the handle. It was a bit heavy, but the Commander assured you that you would grow strong over time and the blade would begin to feel weight-less in your palm. You could only hope that strength would come easy.

What surprised you however was the random small council meeting that was called, ending your training early as you had to find Rhaenyra and take your place within the room to wait for her orders. You arrived in the room before her, Viserys’ nodding at you with a smile, obviously seeing the sword hung from your hip.

“It occurred in the blackness of night, my lords, during the hour of the Bat.”

Rhaenyra entered the room promptly as the Dragon Keeper began to speak, folding her hands behind her back and giving you a small smile, which you promptly returned.

“The thief eluded our pursuit.”

“How is it possible that a dragon’s egg was stolen out from beneath more than fifty Dragonkeepers?”

“It was Prince Daemon who was the culprit, Your Grace…”

“Daemon.”

“The Prince left a missive, which I believe might explain.”

The unraveling of paper, “It is the pleasure of Daemon Targaryen, the Prince of Dragonstone and rightful heir to the Iron Throne, to announce that he is to take a second wife in the tradition of Old Valyria. She is to assume the title Lady Mysaria of Dragonstone. Her Grace is with child and is to have a dragon’s egg placed in the babe’s cradle in the custom of House Targaryen.”

Rhaenyra and Viserys’ share a gaze, “The Prince has invited you to his wedding, Your Grace. It is in two days’ time.”

“Gods be good.”

“Who is Lady Mysaria?”

“We believe–”

“Daemon’s whore.” Otto Hightower exclaims the title with disgust, “This is nothing less than sedition.”

“I strongly agree, sire.”

“My brother wishes to provoke me. To answer is to give him what he wants.”

“The realm is watching, Your Grace.”

“What would you have me do? Send him to the wall? Perhaps I could put his head on a spike.”

“Daemon has seized Dragonstone, has surrounded himself with an army of gold cloaks, and has now stolen a dangerous weapon.”

Rhaenyra utters a Valyrian phrase, making the whole room turn to her, eyes watching like hungry vultures circling a corpse. But Rhaenyra was far from dead.

“Which egg did Daemon take?”

The Dragonkeeper thinks for a moment, “The egg was Dreamfyre’s, Princess. The same that you chose for Prince Baelon’s cradle.”

You visibly tensed, watching Rhaenyra clench her jaw and Viserys’ look distressed somewhat internally. The egg was to be for Aemma’s son, who was in the afterlife with her. The absolute nerve of the rogue prince, it set your blood aflame. 

“Assemble a detachment, Otto.” Viserys’ arose from his seat, “I will go to Dragonstone and drag Daemon back to face justice myself.”

“Your Grace.” Otto stopped Viserys in his tracks.

“My apologies, Your Grace, but I cannot allow it. It’s too dangerous. Daemon is without limit. Let me go to Dragonstone.”

Though Viserys’ had desired to go himself, he reluctantly agreed to let his hand deal with Daemon and Dragonstone. You, however, knew that Rhaenyra would not allow that to happen so finding her setting up Syrax for a ride the next day was not a surprise. She was wearing her usual outfit for dragon riding, except her face wasn’t painted with an enthusiastic smile, it was determined.

“Princess?”

The girl turned to her handmaiden, gently clutching Syrax’s wing.

“Y/N.. You mustn’t tell anyone about me leaving for Dragonstone–”

“I want to come with you.”

Once determined, now confused, “Come…with… me…?”

“Yes, I may not have experience with fighting yet, but I can be of help to you! If you’ll… let me.” The Princess gazed at the handmaiden she had grown a fond liking to and moved a bit to the side. She motioned for the saddle atop Syrax, and taking it as an order, you climbed up the dragon and settled on the saddle, awaiting Rhaenyra.

“Have you ever been dragon riding, my Handmaiden?”

“There is a first time for everything…?” Rhaenyra laughed, taking a firm seat finally on the saddle, in front of you.

“Hold onto my waist and do NOT let go. It’s a quick ride…”

“Okay but what do we do when we get ther–” Syrax shot up into the air suddenly with a roar of glory and the pair of you were now up in the air, getting closer and closer to the clouds.

-

It took a bit, but you finally settled from the fear of being so high up in the air. The winds were whisking yours and Rhaenyra’s hair every-which-way, but your hands stayed planted on her waist, feeling every single breath in and out from her diaphragm. It became peaceful, being an arm’s length from heaven, just above the clouds, and you knew the rumor of Targaryen’s being close to heaven may have not just been a rumor.

Rhaenyra seemed pleased also that Syrax took a liking to you, noting that Syrax didn’t even like the Dragonkeepers, so thank the lucky stars the dragon could bear your company. 

“We’re almost there…! Hold on tight!”

Your grip got tighter as the view of Dragonstone finally came, and with it, the current situation. Daemon was on one side while Otto Hightower was on the other, the divide being very obvious. But your eyes landed on the dragon just on the ridge overlooking the whole thing, Caraxes, Daemon’s beautiful beast. A creature fit for a man so misunderstood.

Syrax circled the bridge where the commotion was happening and flapped its wings as it was set to land behind the two opposing sides. Rhaenyra and yourself reared a bit at the landing, but your eyes locked with the Rogue Prince, Rhaenyra’s eyes on the Dragon egg in his clutches.

“Let me go down first, I’ll help you down..”

The Princess climbed down with exceeding skill and held her arms open for you to climb down, catching you as you lost your footing, and setting you right on your balance. You obediently followed her as she made her way to get to Daemon, the knights parting for her like the clouds for Dragon’s wings. Heads bowed and smiles were passed her way, but she continued her walking with haste. 

“Ser Criston, please escort the Princess to safety.”

“What are you doing here, Princess?”

“Preventing bloodshed.”

“Take care not to startle Syrax, my lords. She’s rather protective of me. My handmaiden, stay here and wait for me to finish my business with my Uncle.”

“Of course, Princess.”

She continued to walk, leaving you in the company of Otto Hightower and Ser Criston Cole. She eventually made her way into full conversation with her deranged uncle, and you kept your hand on the pommel of your sword.

“A protector is always ready to go into battle for the one they oversee.”

“Why did you accompany the Princess, Handmaiden? Wouldn’t you be far more useful tending to her quarters?”

Your sharp gaze turned to the knights behind you, smiles on their faces and yet yours didn’t look so amused. “Wouldn’t you be far more useful shoveling manure?”

Various snickers of knights reacting to your comeback, even Ser Criston cracking a smile at your attitude. However, you were just trying to listen in on what the two Targaryen’s were speaking about, knowing that you should possibly brush up on your knowledge of the High Valyrian language.

“I’m right here, Uncle, the object or your ire, the reason that you were disinherited. If you wish to be restored as heir, you’ll need to kill me. So, do it. And be done with all this bother.”

She was surely cocky, but his gaze on her was so very intense, sharp as Valyrian steel, that when his eyes shifted to look at you lingering in the background; you let out a shaky exhale. The edge of his lips folded up a bit in a cheeky smirk, before he turned and began to walk away. Not before chucking the precious dragon egg in Rhaenyra’s direction. 

He returned towards the castle, without the egg, while Rhaenyra made her way back towards yourself and Otto Hightower. The heating chamber was opened to receive the egg, and she placed it within, seemingly satisfied with succeeding. Otto and Rhaenyra shared a look before she grabbed your free hand and began to pull you towards Syrax, gently. The leather of her glove feeling odd against the obvious sweat that coated your hand, the eyes of the Rogue Prince still swimming within your mind's eye. 

There wasn’t much time between the thought of the man and taking off on Syrax to go back to the kingdom, Rhaenyra even taking the liberty of situating you firmly against her, wrapping your arms around her stomach. Her eyes gazed quickly over your hands which were now near her chest as you held on, and the thought struck her mind of what your hands may feel like against her bare skin, but just like any thought; it left as quickly as it came.

-

“Stay out here while I talk to my father, alright? I’m sure the knights can make great conversation.” 

Rhaenyra was immediately summoned to her father, and the prospect that she may be punished for succeeding in retrieving the egg was ridiculous to you.

“What if he has disdain toward you going by yourself to get the egg?”

“I wasn’t by myself. I had you– and you were technically protecting me–”

Her shoulder bumped yours playfully, and your eyes rolled as the knights began to open the doors to Viserys’ chambers. You gave her a nod of good luck, and she headed in, the doors closing behind her.

It was safe to say however, that the knights were terrible conversationalists, having to inevitably sit in silence waiting for the Princess to finish her conversation with her father. After a little while, she came walking out of the room with eyes still wet from tears. 

You didn’t want to question what the tears were about, so you opted for a better method of just pulling the girl into a hug; which she accepted immediately. She escorted her to her chambers and even had one of the kitchen maids send her tea for later in the day. When in emotional distress, it is best to leave that person alone to stir with their own feelings before trying to talk, so you left her alone til the very next day. Informing her of the council meeting and helping her into her dress, you both eventually found yourselves in the council room, however, you were curious as to why Alicent was attending.

Viserys walked slowly to the front of the table, “I have decided to take a new wife.” Corly’s shifted in his seat, a satisfied grin arising on his face, was it perhaps about Laena? His only daughter. Rhaenyra nodded at the King to continue, “I intend to marry–” His eyes were shifty, but you were smarter than most observing his Royal Highness speak.

It was Alicent, it was so clear by her anxious shoulders and incessant picking of her nails. And to make matters worse, she glanced at Rhaenyra, catching her attention immediately. “The Lady Alicent Hightower before spring’s end.” 

Otto Hightower had an evident smile on his disgustingly proud face, but Lord Corlys was most infinitely angry, slamming his hands onto the table and getting up at his full height.

“This is an absurdity. My house is Valyrian, the greatest power in the realm.”

“And I am your king.”

To use his title, his power was absurd in of itself, but Lord Corlys backed away from the fight he couldn’t win and stormed out of the room. 

Rhaenyra’s face spoke of limitless, vast, fathomless betrayal. Her own best friend had gone behind her back and got the favor of her own father in marriage. Had Alicent loved Viserys this whole time, using her to get to him? Was she in it for the power, or was Otto manipulating her? All of those thoughts crossed Rhaenyra’s mind in an instant, while on the outside, tears welled up in her forget-me-not blue eyes; her bottom lip quivering.

“Rhaenyra.” Viserys called out to his precious daughter, but instead of answering, the girl did as Corlys had done and stormed out of the room. You and Ser Criston Cole trailing after her, but Ser Criston did it as his duty, you did it due to your genuine concern for her.

She would not need a knight to protect her, or a handmaiden to serve her, but a friend to trust. And in the very castle she stood in, she had just lost the one friend she’d thought she had.

-

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[dearabby1990]

Chapter 16: Let’s get you a dress

It’s not long after Robin finds out that you’re going to prom with Eddie. Talking a mile a minute because now her new best friend is going to the same senior prom as her dreading dress shopping alone or with dingus she now has you to go out & find the perfect outfit with. She smiles at you with a mischievous grin “What Robin?? I know you’re thinking of something over there you look like you’re ready to stir up some trouble” I said giggling “Nothing… but since I know we’re both now going to the same hell of Hawkins senior prom I know have someone to go get a prom outfit with so let’s go get you a dress so you can call Eddie & let him know what color you went with” the sound of it all surprisingly gets you excited knowing that this time around you’re going with someone who actually wants to be with you & looks at you like you hung the moon & stars for him. “Okay Buckley let’s go before I change my mind” in an instant she’s snatching your car keys from the bowl and darting towards your car you run after her. “Rob wait hahaha you don’t have a license!” Laughing you both now know she’s just overly excited & wanting to get you to the car. “Let’s go girly you have dresses to try on!” You both have a ball on the way over to the shopping plaza just outside of Hawkins blasting music singing giggling you can’t remember the last time you had this much fun. You park & both find a small boutique that catches both your eyes with dresses k& tuxedos in the windows. You both enter & the bell rings alerting the two older women at the counter in the middle of the shop. “Hello good afternoon ladies looking for something for prom im guessing?” You both smile shyly both not liking talking to strangers but knowing you have to. Robin takes over speaking seeing how nervous you truly look “Uh yes mam both of us but we’re not too sure what it is we’re looking for quite yet” the women nod “that’s completely normal hun most young ladies aren’t too sure until they try it on & feel it in their bones like with a wedding dress you just know makes you feel magical” you both giggle at her explanation the other woman chiming in “okay dears we’ll prom & brides maid gowns are in the back left & if you need any help with anything at all let us know & fitting rooms are just behind the men’s dress coats” you both smile robin takes your hand to dart off in said direction “thank you ladies!” She yells at she drags you along to the back of the boutique. Two hours of skimming and trying different styles and colors you began to feel defeated when you seen something sparkle in the corner of your eye you scurry to grab it to get a better look. A maroon gown with a sweetheart neckline the top made of beautiful lace with the most incredible rhinestone work you’ve ever seen & a tulle bottom layered flowing to the floor you turn to robin to show it to her eyes brimming with tears smiling “Robs look at this!” She nods excitedly “You’re definitely trying that on right now!” She snatched your wrist taking you back to the dressing room. As soon as you put it on you start to feel a buzz of electricity through you skin in goosebumps it’s not even zipped and it looks amazing you step out to show robin. “Wow Jame that looks…. so beautiful… you look so… absolutely stunning Jamie i mean it” she looks like she’s about to cry too. “Yup this is it I’m getting it” you carefully put it back on its hanger by the time you come out you can’t find Robin you turn around to see her exit the dressing room next to you she has on an emerald green dress with sheer sleeves lace trimmed around her wrists and a silk skirt “robin you look so pretty turn around lemme see!” She smiles and twirls & giggles a beautiful bow at the back you both pay for your dresses and you turn to see the tux area wanting to do something nice yet special for Eddie you walk over to the ties seeing they have one that matches your dress but has sliver skulls on it telling you it was meant for him so Eddie you add it to your total robin smirking at you “ I saw that you gonna gift it to Munson?” You blush “maybe…”

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[peeves-gurl]

Dare

Fred Weasley×Fem!O.C.

Preview: what's in store for Fred eight years after the war, when a new employee joins their shop?

Word count: 6.5 K

Warnings: age gap (legal), angst, mentions of food, mentions of war and injury, slight struggle with body image, family and kids, mostly fluff, mentions of sex, smut in part 3.

A/N: Hey! Finally, we're on Part 3! This is my first ever fic, so I'm very open to suggestions and feedbacks. Huge thank you to @sai-kida134 for editing the story.

This part contains smut. There is a warning on the divider. In case you don't want to read it, you can skip to the ending. You won't miss much. I hope you like it!

Part 1 || Part 2

Ivy felt confident in her look. She picked a plain white A-Line dress and matching white stilettos for the evening, along with silver hoop earrings and an old bracelet, with a hanging charm. She used curlers to make her wavy hair more defined and put on light make-up, but went with the bold red lipstick to complete her look. She wanted to look good for the evening, try and find a man who may take her mind off the one she’d given her heart to. The party was meant to start at six in the evening, and true to her style, she reached on time, not wanting to miss out on any of the fun. Taking a seat at the otherwise empty bar, she waited for the other attendees.

Fred was running late as usual. He was hesitant to go to the party, because he knew it would be impossible for him to find someone as good as Ivy. He’d decided his outfit with Lee’s help the previous day but it took him a lot of effort to convince himself to put it on. After making a few changes to the original idea, he peered into the mirror, fixing his hair while getting a look at his clothes- a white and blue pinstriped shirt, with blue pants and his usual brown leather watch, that perfectly matched the colour of his shoes and belt. He reached the pub around six thirty in the evening, and walked through the slowly filling up party hall, admiring the changes that had been made to the place since Tom’s son, Ethan had taken over. The place looked a lot cleaner, and much more welcoming. It wasn’t as dingy as previously, and there were party lights, currently switched to the normal lighting mode, but ready for the dance later in the evening. He scanned the room for any girl who may grab his attention, but found none. They were all too over dressed, or under dressed. Some were already drunk, barely able to stand. Others were standing amidst groups of men, clearly not looking for someone to spend more than a night with. A drink was all he would need to settle his mind. Maybe then he could relax a bit, be the old Fred Weasley who didn’t care about the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.

Ivy sat at the bar, sipping a cocktail, completely unbothered about the growing party behind her. She had been approached by three guys so far, but not one of them tickled her fancy. How could they, when her standards were as high as Fred Weasley?

Fred saw Ivy leaning against the bar, astonished to see a girl as beautiful as her all alone. She was sipping a pinkish coloured drink tapping her heels to the music. He thought she looked absolutely perfect, angelic even. There probably was some kind of magnetic pull between them, because he didn’t realise when he was next to her, opening his mouth to speak.

“Fancy seeing you here, Roberts.” Fred’s voice said from next to her, and she immediately turned to look at him.

“Hi Weasley!” She grinned. “Looking good.”

She internally cringed at how quickly the compliment had slipped out of her lips, but Fred’s smile grew wider at that.

Her gaze lingered for a moment on his toned chest, slightly exposed through the top two buttons of his shirt that he’d left open and the rolled up sleeves that showed off the veins on his arms. There goes her plan of getting over him, right out of the window. She’d grow old and die before getting over him if he looks that amazing.

“You look great too, Ivy. Good old Gryffindor bracelet.” He smirked, “Mind if I join you?”

“Of course not!” She replied, sliding over and allowing him to sit on the bench next go her.

“Now show me that.” He said, gently pulling the martini glass out of her hands and taking a sip. “Nice choice.”

“I do have the best choice,” She retorted.

“Cosmopolitan, isn’t it? Didn’t think of you as a vodka person.” He teased, drinking down the rest of it in one go.

“You haven’t seen me party yet, Fred.” She said honestly.

“I’d love to see you doing anything darling.” He mumbled incoherently, eyeing her up and down in the white dress. He knew he shouldn’t be feeling that way, but seeing the fabric clinging delicately to her waist made him want to run his hands all over her.

“What was that?” She asked, raising one eyebrow.

“I said, I expect you to order some more for me to steal darling,” He lied, biting his lower lip.

Ivy was used to his flirtatious comments by now, and she knew they didn’t mean anything, but they still made her blush each time. Rolling her eyes, she ordered some more drinks for them both.

“I let you pay for dinner the other night, so it’s on me this time,” She said.

“Yes ma’am.” Fred answered.

“How the fuck are you not even tipsy yet?” Fred asked some drinks, and a lot of random chatter later.

“I’m quite a party animal Mister, didn’t I mention?” She said simply. “Plus, you’re not tipsy either.”

“It takes something stronger than these little tiny shots to take me down love.” He said, before leaning in and taking in another one.

“You know, if you keep sitting with me, they’ll think we’re together, and you won’t find someone you’re actually interested in,” Fred said.

“I’m not looking for anyone tonight honestly,” She said. Her plan had been watered down the minute Fred had walked in, and she couldn’t think of looking at any other guys as long as Fred Weasley’s handsome face stayed in her mind. She’d try next time, at some other party. Just one more night of being in love with him couldn’t hurt her too much. “The same goes for you though. Go ahead, find yourself a nice girl. I’ll just relax here with Ethan.” She said, motioning to the bartender.

“I only came here because Sophie forced me. She made Lee choose my outfit too,” He said reassuringly. He was sure she must be joking. Did she actually expect him to make a move on another girl, when she, Ivy Roberts, the most beautiful woman he’d ever set eyes on, sat right there? He wanted to spend that night with her, just as a friend, being in love with her. He didn’t expect her to reciprocate it in any way, but he couldn’t change his own mind. “Now that I have the drinks, and I have you, I’m not moving.” He stated, earning a light chuckle from her. “By the way, did you buy your dress for Oliver’s wedding?”

“Nope. I have no idea what it should be like.” She responded, fidgeting with her rings.

“Oh come on! Wear anything you want. Just tell me what colour you get, so I can buy myself a tie of the same colour as my date’s dress.” He reminded, earning a shy smile and nod from her.

A few more hours passed the same way. They’d talked non-stop about their school memories, and all the times they’d driven poor McGonagall mad, and finally the two were bored of sitting around, having nothing else to do.

“Are you sure you don’t want to dance Fred?” Ivy asked, looking at the flashing lights over them. “There’s this really pretty girl looking at you from the dance floor.”

“Nope. You should go if she’s that pretty.” He teased.

“Mmm no thanks. I’m not into girls.”

“Shame.” He said, sounding slightly bored. “Let’s go to my place and watch a movie.”

“I’ve got to get home,” She replied. She was afraid that if she found herself alone with him, she might end up doing something stupid and regretting it later.

“C’mon Ivy, don’t be a bore! Floo back to your place after the movie. I don’t want to be alone.” He pleaded, wanting to spend just a bit more time around her.

“Alright. Just one movie.”

They stumbled into Diagon Alley, headed towards Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes. It was a long walk, about fifteen minutes, and they’d decided against apparating with all that alcohol in their systems. Fred slipped his hand into Ivy’s without a second thought, intertwining their fingers. Ivy felt a slight tingle running down her spine at the gesture but oddly enough, it felt natural this time, as if this was how they were meant to be. She began to swing their hands between them as Fred chuckled, joining her action.

“Wanna play a game until we get there?” He asked lightly.

“What game?” She questioned.

“Truth or Dare. You go first.”

“Sure. Truth.”

“Hmmm let’s see...” He said, thinking while swinging their hands between themselves.

Ivy waited patiently for him to come up with something. He always came up with something, it was one of the things she admired so much about him.

“Are you in love with someone?” He asked after a bit, trying to keep the jealousy out of his voice.

“Wh-Why do you think I’d be in love with someone?” She asked nervously. She didn’t make it obvious, did she?

“You weren’t interested in anyone tonight. Either you already love someone else, or you’re trying to copy me.” He said, nudging her shoulder with his own and smirking. “Now answer my question.”

Ivy’s brain literally switched off. She couldn’t even form a coherent sentence. She wished he would stop staring at her like that. Too much pressure on a little girl.

“I- Fred...” She mumbled, the heat steadily rising to her face, making her cheeks as red as his hair.

“So I should take that as a yes?” He teased, coming to a halt on the sidewalk, still swinging their hands.

“Yes.” She said finally, looking down at her feet. What if he knew? Was he just teasing her so that he could laugh at her?

Fred’s mind went blank. He sort of expected her to say yes, but now that she’d said it, it was definite. Ivy was in love with someone, most definitely not him. It broke the little hope that had built up in his heart through the night.

“Who’s it?” He asked, trying his best to sound casual, plastering a fake smile onto his face while his heart felt like ripping out of his chest.

“Yo- No wait! One question at a time.” She said, quickly. “You can’t ask me a second question.”

“You’re evil.” He huffed, a tiny smile playing on his lips at the frightened look on her face. “I won’t tell them.”

“They’d know anyways.” She said, walking again.

“How?”

“Ask me next round and I might tell you.” She said, making a mental note to not choose ‘Truth’ again. “Your turn. Truth or Dare?”

“Dare baby!” He shouted in his thick accent.

Ivy took a second to think, before tugging his hand to get his attention. “See that old wizard there? Convince him to support Chelsea Football Club in the match next week.”

“Easy.” He grinned, walking to the said man and pulling her along.

“Good evening Sir. How are you doing?” He asked the man politely.

“Doing well son, how about you?” The man smiled.

“Alright, could do better.” Fred replied.

“How can I help the two of you?” The man asked.

“Well Sir, do you happen to know anything about muggle football?”

“Oh yes, yes! You’ve come to the right man, my boy! I’m muggle born, absolutely love football.” He grinned.

“Well then Sir, you make my job easy.” Fred said, returning his grin. “My dearest friend here,” he said motioning to Ivy, “wants me to convince you to support Chelsea in the next match.”

“Oh don’t you worry, young lady.” The man chuckled, unzipping his jacket. “Your friend doesn’t have to convince me.”

To Ivy’s surprise, he was wearing a yellow Chelsea jersey, the most recent edition. “Job done. Go enjoy your night!” The man said, patting Fred’s shoulder.

“Thank you Sir.” Ivy smiled at the man, as Fred bid goodbye to him and lead her away from him.

“How’d you get so lucky?” She laughed, lightly smacking his shoulder.

“I’m always lucky,” He boasted. “Back at you now. Truth or Dare?”

“Dare.” She said immediately.

“That’s not fair. You know what I was about to ask!” He said.

“Exactly. Try giving me a more innocent dare, will you?”

“Alright, you have your phone with you?”

“Yup.”

“Text the person you’re in love with. Tell them how you feel,” He said. Crazy as it may sound, he wanted to see Ivy with someone else. In his mind, it was the only way he could get over her.

“Why are you so invested in my love life?” She protested, hoping to get him to change the challenge. What would his reaction be when he’d receive the message?

“Because you’re my friend. And I want you to not end up like me.” He said, trying to not let his real emotions slip through the tough facade he was putting up.

“Oh alright!” She said, pulling up her courage to do it, once and for all. How bad could it get?

She pulled her phone out of her pocket as Fred dragged her to a corner of the street.

She looked for Fred’s contact, clicked it and chose the ‘type message’ option. She took one last look upwards, towards the man she was deeply in love with. He was standing opposite her, looking at her encouragingly. He could only see the back of the phone, not the screen. Taking a deep breath, she began to click the keys, typing ‘I love you’ with shaky hands and pressing ‘Send’.

Any moment now. Any moment, Fred’s phone would buzz, and he’d receive her text. And then she’d loose his friendship. That was it.

“Done?” He asked, still remaining respectful enough to not look at the screen.

“Done.” She replied, almost shivering with nerves.

“Can I check?” He asked, trying to keep himself from crying.

“Sure.” Ivy replied, turning the phone towards him, making sure her thumb covered the contact name. She wanted to take as much time as she got, before it got too awkward for them to even stand in the same room.

Fred’s face fell when he saw the words on the screen. Ivy had sent out an ‘I love you’ text to someone. She did actually love someone. It was real. She wasn’t his, and would never be.

“What’s wrong?” Ivy asked worriedly, watching his expressions. Did she not cover it properly? Had he already seen it?

“No.. nothing.” He brushed off. “Your phone doesn’t have network Ivy. The message is in your Outbox.”

“Oh. So I’ll delete it!” She said happily.

“No you will not!” He said, snatching her phone away and closing the messaging app using the red button on the right, without looking at the screen. She didn’t wish to show him who she loved, and it wasn’t any of his business either. All he needed to know was that it wasn’t him. He never had a chance. “This stays in my pocket until your lover texts back.”

“Fred no, please!”

“No Ivy. You’re making the first move.” He said, stuffing it away. “My turn. I choose dare.”

“Fine.” Ivy said, giving up and beginning to walk again. At least he hadn’t received the message yet. She had a few more minutes until her phone began receiving network again. Maybe once they’d reach the shop, he’d get the message, some the network was pretty strong there. “I dare you to do something you’ll regret later.”

Ivy was the only thing on Fred’s mind. And he knew he would regret confessing his feelings to her. And this might be his last chance to tell her how he felt, he was sure the man she’d texted loved her back, because who wouldn’t love a girl as perfect as her. He stopped on the sidewalk again, facing her, and she faced him back. This was it.

“I’m in love with you Ivy,” He said, without any hesitation.

Ivy was lost for words. This obviously had to be one of her dreams again. Her imagination was beginning to get wild, completely out of her control, too clouded by Fred. She was brought back to her senses when she found herself looking into Fred’s eyes, his sincerity clear.

“Fred-“ she started in disbelief, immediately interrupted by him.

“I know you don’t feel the same Ivy, and it’s alright. I’m sorry for ruining our friendship.” He began, quickly letting her hand free.

“Fred no-“

“It’s okay. You don’t have to be sorry. It’s my fault and I know you want to get back to your place now.” He rambled, looking away from her. He put one hand on his hip, the other lightly tugging his own hair in frustration.

“Fred, listen to me.”

“I’ll get you a taxi, and you can go away, and I promise I’ll never see you again if you don’t want me to.”

She reached her hand out towards him, holding his chin between her thumb and forefinger to turn his head to face her. He shut up, looking down at her sadly.

“I’m in love with you Fred.”

Now it was his turn to stare at her in disbelief. There was no way she’d actually said that to him.

“You don’t have to say anything you don’t mean Ivy.”

“I mean it. I love you.” She said sincerely.

There was barely a second’s pause, before he leaned in, trapping her lips in his own. The kiss was sweet, gentle, full of hesitation, yet loving. Ivy had just began to process the feeling of his lips against hers, when he pulled away.

“You deserve better than me Ivy. You’re not doing it because you feel bad for me right?” He asked worriedly.

“Are you calling my emotions fake?” She said in an irritated tone. “I wouldn’t mind if you tell me now that this was a joke to you Fred, but don’t you dare say my feelings aren’t real. I’ve never felt this way for anyone before, and I know that I’m in love with you.”

“Sorry,” he whispered, leaning closer to her again, their lips brushing as they stared unblinkingly into each other’s eyes. “I’m sorry for being an idiot. I really love you.”

Without another word, she raised one hand, placing it behind his neck and pulling him into a passionate kiss. He gripped her waist with both his hands, pulling her closer without breaking the kiss, that grew more heated with each passing moment. His mind was clouded by her. It took all of his strength to stop himself from holding her impossibly close to himself and never letting her leave. Ivy couldn’t get over the feeling of his lips moving on hers, perfectly in sync, as if he wanted to imprint every bit of her onto himself. She felt dizzy with excitement, and wrapped her other hand around his neck too, making him lean even closer, if that was possible. Her fingers found their way to his soft hair, tugging gently, making him groan against her mouth before pulling away. Her lips chased his, making him chuckle slightly, and he pecked them again.

Looking around, they blushed at the realisation of in the middle of Diagon Alley, giving passers-by quite a show.

“We can continue this at my place if you want.” Fred said in a hoarse whisper as they resumed their walk towards the shop.

“Mhmm... A bit of privacy would be nice.” She agreed with a slight smirk.

“I think so too.” He said, wrapping one arm around her waist and pulling her closer to himself.

Ivy stood up on her toes, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, before turning to the ground and blushing furiously. Fred turned towards her, a soft smile on his lips. Tucking the hair that curtained her face from him behind her ear, he kissed her temple, then the top of her head, before burying his nose in her hair. “You smell amazing.”

“I’ve dreamed of this exact thing so many times... Walking on the street with you so close to me,” She confessed shyly.

“I’ll make all your dreams come true Ivy.” He said.

“No,” She said softly, taking him by surprise. “Stay with me while I make my dreams come true.”

“Promise,” He smiled.

The rest of the way to the shop passed rather quickly, with soft kisses and shy glances exchanged between the new lovers. As soon as they reached the shop, Ivy made her way to the front entrance, but Fred grabbed her arm, getting her attention. He smirked, shaking his head from side to side, and gently pulled her towards the back of the shop. They stopped in the corner between Number 92 and 93, a smirk etched to Fred’s face.

“What are we here for, Fred?” Ivy asked, confused.

“Hmm, you’ll see.” He replied, gently pressing her against the wall and dropping his forehead against hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck again, and their lips met again in a passionate kiss. Fred wrapped his arms around her waist, and then slowly trailed them down to her hips, caressing her with his fingers. He prodded her mouth open with his tongue, and Ivy could taste the cocktails they had been feasting over just half an hour back on his tongue.

The kiss slowly grew heavier, neither of them breaking free to breathe, and turning into complete messes in each other’s arms. Ivy’s hands now rested against his chest, feeling his toned muscles under his shirt. Feeling a surge of confidence, she slid her hands towards the buttons, popping the third and fourth one open without him realising, and letting her fingers glide across his skin. Fred gasped at the touch of her skin against his, before smirking against her lips and roughly squeezing her hips. Ivy moaned at that, and he quickly pulled away from her lips to smirk down at her. She looked up at him with the same expression, and in the dim lighting, she could make out how his pupils were enlarged, and her eyes trailed down to the bulge in his pants.

“Someone’s really turned on.” She said huskily, jerking her hips forward, grinding against him and earning a slow groan.

“You see what you do to me Ivy? Nobody’s ever made me feel this way.” He whispered into her ear, tightening his grip on her, starting to move his hips in sync with hers.

“Would I be a pervert if I tell you,” She started, “that the moment I saw you in this shirt, I wanted to rip it off you?”

“Would I be a pervert if I tell you I have similar thoughts about your dress?” He replied with a smirk.

“I don’t quite enjoy the idea of stripping against a wall, Fred.” She teased, picking up her pace against his hips and threading her fingers through his hair.

“Well then I think I should do what I came here for, Ivy.” He said, kissing her one more time before releasing her. He pulled his wand out and walked towards the wall, tapping against the bricks in a specific pattern, and a door appeared in the wall.

“So you don’t plan on killing me in a dark corner of the alley?” She mused, watching him open the door and walk up a staircase.

“No love, too risky to kill you in a dark alley, might raise suspicion. My flat’s a better place for that.” He replied in the same tone, nodding his head and motioning her to follow.

“Do you take last wishes?” She asked, walking right behind him now.

“Depends. If you ask for the best sex of your life, I can’t exactly decline, can I?” He retorted, without turning back.

“The best huh?” She said, walking into his flat, and he quickly shut the door and pinned her against it, placing his hands on either side of her head, caging her between his arms.

“You doubt it?” He asked in a breathy voice.

“I don’t believe it till I see it darling.”

With that, Fred connected their lips once more, and Ivy took the opportunity to let her tongue roam his mouth this time. He pulled away soon, trailing wet kisses down her jaw, before sucking a spot on her neck, definitely leaving a mark. Ivy moaned softly, tugging his hair a little.

“Should I stop?” He whispered against her skin.

“Please don’t stop.” She answered, breathing heavily.

“I love you so much Ivy.” He said, kissing her lips once more, cupping her bum.

She took the cue and jumped, and he caught her, allowing her to wrap both her legs around his waist. With their lips still glued together, he carried her to his bedroom and sat on the edge of his bed. Ivy quickly settled on top of him, straddling him and beginning to kiss his neck, leaving stains of her red lipstick all over his skin. She gently undid the last two buttons of his shirt, leaving his torso exposed to her. She trailed her kisses downwards, onto his chest, while slowly rocking her hips against his and earning a few moans from his lips.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.” She said, looking up at him once more.

“No.” He said, leaning his forehead against hers. “I want you.”

She tugged the ends of his opened shirt, and he obliged, pulling his hands away from her body and discarding the shirt into some corner of the room. Ivy stood up from his lap, getting rid of her heels as Fred fiddled with the hem of her dress.

“Can I rip it off?” He asked with a smirk.

“You’d never see me in it again.” She warned, raising one eyebrow.

“I’ll repair it later.”

“Doesn’t feel the same. The edges get rough so I won’t wear it.”

“Nope. Can’t risk it.” He grinned, looping his arms around her and pulling down the zipper.

He toyed with the straps for a moment, before pulling them down, sliding the dress off her waist and adding to the pile of clothes. He looked up at her with lust filled eyes, tracing her figure with his fingers and rubbing her nipples through the lacy white strapless bra, and she moaned softly at the touch, before sitting back on top of him. Kissing his lips, she leaned him back slowly, until his back was flat against the duvet, their chests pressed together.

Ivy knew the man in front of her was truly special. Everything about him was perfect, as if he’d been made just for her. And she wanted him to know how much she admired him, turn every single one of his insecurities into something he could be proud of.

“You’re so perfect Fred.” She said, tracing his jaw with her finger. “How are you so perfect?” She placed wet kisses all over his cheekbones and jaw, aware that she couldn’t get enough of him.

Fred had always been the most confident person in the room, along with his twin. Ever since the war, his confidence dwindled. But when he was with Ivy, he felt absolutely free. Free from all his insecurities, free to be himself, the mischievous boy he had always been. And when she said things like that to him, he couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with love towards her.

She slowly moved herself off him, trailing her kisses downwards, leaving painless marks all over his chest and stomach as he played with her hair. When she reached the waistband of his trousers, she ran her palm over his clothed erection, before settling over the buckle of his belt, looking at him for permission.

“Go on darling. No need to ask me.” He said breathlessly.

Ivy immediately unbuckled the belt and tossed it on the floor, as Fred kicked off his shoes. She then unbuttoned his trousers, pulling them down his legs and off his feet, leaving him only in his boxers.

Fred suddenly felt conscious of his left leg. Nobody had seen him this way for years. But Ivy was quick to understand what he was going through, and she gently began to caress both his legs with her hands, and then leaving wet kisses all over, aware that he could feel every bit of it.

As much as she loved seeing him squirming under her, she wanted to pleasure him. So she hooked her fingers around his boxers, pulling them down, and letting his erection free. Her mouth watered at the sight, and she licked her lips, before locking eyes with Fred. He winked cheekily at her, making her blush, and he let out a slight chuckle at her flustered look. In return, she wrapped her fingers around his cock, fisting him, and his laughter quickly turned into uncontrollable moans. She ran her thumb over his swollen tip, letting a few beads of his precum drip down his length, and he gasped, shutting his eyes tight and bucking his hips upwards into her hand.

Letting out a chuckle at his desperation, she dipped her head down, slipping her tongue out and gently circling his tip with it. Fred’s eyes flew open at touch of her tongue against his sensitive head. He let out a loud moan that made her laugh again.

“So desperate, darling.” She whispered.

“Please Ivy.” He replied in a strained voice.

“If you ask so politely,” she smiled, and opened her mouth wide, wrapping her lips around his length, taking in as much as she could without gagging.

All her mind could focus on was the way Fred moaned her name as she moved her mouth on him, sucking enthusiastically. One of his hands was resting on the bedsheet, tugging it hard. The other was tangled in her hair as he watched her intently, his cock slipping in and out of her. She gradually increased her pace, enjoying the way the sounds from his throat became louder and hoarser. Her panties soaked with her own wetness and she was aching for release, but all she focused on was the man in front of her. She could taste his precum, oozing out of his tip, as he twitched in her mouth, signalling he was close. She began to move as fast as she could, and Fred picked his other hand off the bedsheets to move it onto her back. He fiddled with her bra clasp, managing to open it, dropping it down and exposing her breasts to him.

“Ivy.. oh.. love.” He said in a shaky voice, and she hummed with him deep in her throat. Fred couldn’t contain himself anymore, allowing himself to come undone, his release hit the back of her throat. Ivy happily swallowed all of it, moving her head at a slower pace and helping him ride out his orgasm.

She pulled away from him with a slight ‘pop’, moving upwards and putting her mouth onto his. Fred moaned at his own taste on her tongue, cupping her cheek and deepening the kiss, before letting her pull away.

“Are you okay?” She asked, gently brushing her thumb against his cheekbone.

“Absolutely amazing.” He smiled, his cheeks tinged a deep shade of pink. He pulled her down once more, kissing her lips softly.

Fred quickly flipped her over, making her gasp at the sudden movement as he climbed on top of her. He hovered above her for a moment, before shifting his weight to one arm, using the other to roll her pebbled nibbles between his fingers. He took her right nipple into his mouth and began sucking on it while kneading her left breast with his hand, as she sighed and tugged onto his hair. Once he was satisfied, he moved his mouth to the left one, giving it the same amount of attention by sucking and nibbling on her flesh.

He finally pulled off her, making her whine in protest.

“Patience sweetheart.” He whispered, pulling off her white lace knickers, leaving her completely bare in front of himself.

He bent her knees upwards while spreading her legs apart, admiring how soaked she was. Without warning, he pressed his fingers to her aching clit, and she moaned loudly, bucking her hips into his hand. Fred used his other hand to push her hips downwards, back into the bed, as he traced gentle circles on her bud. He loved seeing how much he affected her, how much she begged him to let her come undone. He picked up his speed, flicking her sensitive clit faster between his fingers, making a mess out of the beautiful woman under him. And when he felt her clit throb as she neared her release, he pulled his fingers off her.

“Fr-Fred no ,” she begged breathlessly, once again moving her hips, trying to get him to touch her where she needed him most.

“Shh,” he coaxed, running her hands over her thighs and spreading her legs wider.

“Please!”

“Yes darling. No need to beg.” He said, lightly smacking her ass and slipping two fingers into her cunt, curling them to make her gasp. “Better?”

Ivy nodded and arched her back as he continued to slip his fingers in and out of her. She gazed at him through her half lidded eyes, watching the corners of his mouth curl into a smirk, before he dived and attached his lips to her clit. Her hands immediately went up to his hair, tugging the copper strands while he pleasured her.

Fred enjoyed his room being filled with her pants and moans as he got her closer to her high with his mouth and fingers. He loved the sight in front of him as she gave him all. He thought she couldn’t get more beautiful, but the way she was moaning underneath him at the moment made him hard once again, and he was desperate to see her come. He sensed her getting closer once again, and he moved his fingers faster, making her reach the peak of her pleasure, moaning his name and making him feel like he could come once more just at the view.

Fred sat up in between her legs, rubbing the sides of her waist as she came down from her high. As soon as she was able to regain some control, she grabbed his face in her hands, pulling him down in a heated kiss. Feeling his hardness against her thigh, she teasingly moved her leg against it, making him gasp into her mouth.

“I don’t use birth control.” She stated in between kisses.

“I’m glad you don’t. It’s terrible for your health,” He replied seriously. “I don’t mind using a condom forever, but I won’t ever let you have those pills.”

Ivy felt taken aback by this. He was being a true gentleman, a perfect person in fact, concerned for her safety over his pleasure. She’d never felt so cared for in her life.

“You’re amazing Fred. I love you.” She said before kissing him again.

“I love you too Ivy.” He replied, getting off her and walking to his bedside table to take out a condom. “Remind me to thank Lee for this tomorrow.”

He tore the packaging open and carefully slipped the condom on, then returned to his position on the bed.

“We can stop if you want to.” He said reassuringly, waiting for her response.

“No. I need you Fred.” She said, spreading her legs and allowing him to sit between them.

He started playing with her nipples once again, and then kissed her neck and waist gently. He aligned himself with her entrance, before locking eyes with her for permission, and she nodded eagerly, so he let himself slip into her, both of them moaning at the new sensation.

“Please move Fred.” She said, digging her fingers into the flesh right under his shoulders.

He complied with her request, beginning to move slowly and gradually picking up pace. A few sharp thrusts and whispered love professions were all they needed to reach heaven in each other’s arms. Ivy was still under the effects of her first orgasm, so she was the first to give away, screaming his name as he helped her ride out her second high. It didn’t take Fred long before he came again as well, filling the condom with his release.

Once Fred had reluctantly pulled out of her, he walked to the bathroom to dispose the condom and came back with a damp washcloth to help her clean up.

He lay down on the bed next to her, running his fingers through her hair that he’d just messed up. Ivy shifted closer to him, laying her head on his chest and listening to his heartbeat, enjoying the comfortable silence between them.

Fred smiled, remembering the times he’d imagined this exact scene before he fell asleep at night. He looked down at the woman in his arms and felt like he could stay there forever. He slowly leaned forward, pressing his lips to her head. Ivy turned her head to face him, and kissed his lips softly.

“What are you all smiley about?” She asked, placing both her hands on his chest, one on top of the other, and then resting her head over them.

“Just thinking...” He said with a cute smile.

“About?”

“About you. And about the number of times I’ve imagined you here with me, in this exact same position.” He said, cupping her cheek and running his thumb over it.

Ivy opened her mouth to reply, but she was interrupted when a loud buzzing tone rang out from Fred’s phone. He reached out to his bedside table, picking it up and holding it up to his face to read the message. She watched intently as his lips spread into a grin, and he turned the phone around for her to read the message.

IVY: I love you

“Looks like my phone finally has network.” She smiled.

“I love you.” He said honestly.

“Thanks.” She replied cheekily, pressing her lips to his chest.

“Thanks? All I get is thanks?” He asked, amusedly.

“Reply to my text and I’ll tell you what you want to hear.”

Fred immediately began to type, and a minute later, Ivy recognised her phone’s message tone ringing from some corner of the room.

“Since your phone is still in my pocket, here you go.” He said, turning his phone towards her.

IVY: I love you

FRED: I love you too darling :D

She gave him a satisfied smile before speaking. “I love you Fred,” She said.

“I know.” He replied with a shit eating grin. Ivy slightly smacked his chest, feigning annoyance, and then both of them began to giggle like school kids.

“Now that I have you,” He said, wrapping both his arms around her waist, “can I take you out on a date tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow? Don’t we have to be there at George’s place for the baby’s gender reveal?” She reminded.

“In the evening, yes. But in the morning, why don’t we go shopping for Ollie’s wedding outfits?” He suggested. “A nice little shopping date, just for us.”

“Done.” She grinned, before he pulled her in and crashed their lips together again.

A/N: You've reached the end of this fic. If you've made it this far, THANK YOU!! Posting this has been nerve racking, and I'm so thankful for all the support. I'd really appreciate feedback 🧡

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[wonderinglostsoul]

Criminal Minds Fanfiction Chapter 8

Long chapter ahead !

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: You are an FBI agent with a past and you were about to enter the BAU.

Trigger warning: BAU stuff like killing, snipping, torture, hazing, suicide

Master List:

You arrived at the meeting room at Quantico. Hotch changes to his tie and suit. He leaves Jack to his aunt. The rest of the team also changes to their normal office outfit.

Hotch started the briefing by showing the pictures of the victims. They were 4 men on various age range. All of them has bruises on there face. They were found on a vacant lots which are mostly the dumpsite of the body.

"What is the cause of death?" JJ asked.

"Renal failure" Hotch answered.

"They were beaten to death?" Reid asked

"Yes. The beatings caused for there kidney to fail." Hotch detailed.

"There are multiple unsub on this." You suggested.

"How so?" Hotch squared his shoulder and folded his arms. He was trying to contest your suggestion. It was rare to identify this information at the early state of the investigation.

"Because of the bruises on the face." You said standing up. You pointed out on one of the victim with bruises on the left cheeks. You circled it out with your hand and explained. "All of the heavy punches are on the left side of this victim. On mirror image this is my right side, so the assailant should be a right handed. But this" You pointed on another victim. "This is on the right side so the assailant is a left handed."

"But the unsub can use both of there hand to punch the victim." Morgan said.

"Yes, but they are mostly using their dominant hand. Wait," You said looking for a way to explain it. The only way you can think of is to demonstrate and Hotch is the only person near you.

"Excuse me sir. " you said holding both of his shoulder to face you. He let go of his folded hand. When he was facing you, you jab your right hand but you make sure that Hotch was not hit. "The impact of the punch will be heavy on the dominant side

"They can use there left hand but the impact is lesser than the one on the right so bruising was lighter." You said. You switch side again trying to hit the left side of hotch face with your right hand.

"The unsub can use his dominant hand to hit the other side of the victim face." You swing your right hand but you were not able to control it so you brushed Hotches face.

"Oh god!" You exclaimed, retracting your hand as soon as you felt Hotch's skin. You mumble your apologies while trying to soothe his face by touching it. Hotch said it was fine and he was not hurt but you are so concerned until you both realized that everyone was watching. You both glance at your audience. JJ and Penelope was trying to hide their laugh. Reid was curious. Morgan and Rossi has an ear to ear smile. You retracted your hand immediately and said.

"Well, you understand what I meant" and hurriedly back to your sit.

"Alright" Hotch said clearing his throat "we need to check more details on this when we arrived at the location. Wheels up in 30." Hotch wrap up the meeting and left. He tried not to look embarrass.

Penelope and JJ started to tease you. You were asking them to stop but they wont. They only did when suddenly Hotch went back to the room and ask Garcia to give him the case file.

You, JJ, Reid and Morgan went to the plane first. Rossi stay behind, waiting for Hotch. After a few minutes Hotch arrived and they both walked to the elevator. While waiting. Rossi asked Hotch.

"Hotch, what do you think of [Y/N]?" Hotch was puzzled with the question but still answered it.

"She is actually quite good with analyzing forensic evidence. She learns easily but pretty much stubborn" Hotch said, with a little bit of a joke. Rossi gave a quiet laugh while nodding. The elevator dings and opened. Both gentleman went in. During the ride Rossi asked Hotch a follow up question.

"How about personally?" He paused then added. "What do you think of her as a woman?"

Hotch knows what Rossi meant with his question. But he cannot grasp the idea of dating a colleague.

"I dont know. I dont want to think about it." Hotch answered. The elevator dings again and they were at the lower level.

"Is that why you waited for everyone to go first to the plane?" Rossi added, Hotch inhaled deeply. "Are you not ready yet or are you just stopping yourself to feel again and be happy." Rossi asked. Hotch did not answer for a while. Rossi thinks he hit a nerve so before they embarked on the plane he called Hotch again.

"Hotch, I am sorry, I dont want to meddle..." He continued but Hotch suddenly turned around to face him. He was surprised and stopped talking.

"I have so many things to consider, Dave. Not just me. There is Jack, there is my job and I dont want to jeopardize any of those for now." Hotch said, with a little pain in his eyes. Rossi nod, and said I understand. He went closer to Hotch and squeeze his shoulder in sympathy and then go on to embark the plane. Hotch followed behind.

As the plane flew to there next location, Hotch continue with the discussion of the case. Since the victims has different age range, different race, different social status, establishing the victimology is hard at the moment. So Hotch asked Reid and Rossi to go to the colonel and check the bodies for clue. Then he asked you and Morgan to interview the family of the victim. You were surprised by this, since the last time you are still under probation.

"Me?" You asked surprised. Hotch narrowed his eyes and answered "Yes, you"

"Really? I am not under probation anymore?" You cannot believe it.

"Why do you still want to be strapped by my side?" Hotch asked, one eyebrow raised and sounded a little bit irritated. The rest of the team catch it as well.

"No." You said seriously. " Thank you for your trust sir." You added. You see his eye rolled.

"JJ, come with me at the station" Hotch said and then he stands up to go back to his sit. Everyone disperse and went back to there sit as well. You were puzzled why there is a change in his behaviour all of a sudden. Your face cannot hide the frustration.

"Dont worry too much of Hotch, he is like that sometimes" Reid told you in a low voice.

"Sure. " You nod and get your case file.

When you arrived, you joined Morgan to talked to the victims family. They all say that the victims does not know each other and that they do not have enemies that wanted them dead. So no leads on that. However, the latest victim's brother told you that someone was recruiting his brother to join a group. Unfortunately, he does not know the name of the group.

All of you went back to the station to consolidate the information that you've got. Morgan mention the organization.

"This could be an initiation rights." Morgan said. "You know when you want to participate on a fraternity or a sorority they do this kind of stuff like paddling there members."

"Hazing?" JJ said. "There is an anti hazing law here and it is punishable by law."

"Thats right. But some old organization has tradition that they cannot simply let go. So most likely there were founding members at the top of these organization."

Hotch said. All of you nodded in agreement. "We're ready to give the profile"

You all gather the officer of the police station. When everyone is present, Hotch started to give the profile.

"There are multiple unsub on this killings. We think that they are part of an organization that was doing an initiation rights."

"Hazing?" One of the officer asked.

"Yes, hazing. They were punching, paddling, hitting the victims with a specific number of times based on there tradition. Since the hazing law was passed, we are looking for an organization that was establish before the anti hazing law was created. We should also look for those that still has there founding members as there official." Morgan added.

"If you can provide us with the list of groups, fraternities in the area then we can have a look at them. We are hoping for your cooperation. Thank you!" JJ ended the conference. You were studying the attendees and see the animosity when Hotch said that the killings can be part of an initiation rights.

"Hotch!" You called out to him.

"What?" He said, you hear a hint of irritation on his voice but you just let it pass. You move a little closer to him and whisper.

"I noticed something, can we talked in private." You said in a low voice. Hotch called out everyone to have lunch. When everyone was outside, Hotch gathered the group.

"What is it [Y/N]" He asked you.

"I noticed that some of the police officer changes there expression when they hear that this crime must be related to initiation rights." You told them.

"I noticed that too. Especially with the police chief" Reid said. "Could they know something?"

"They might be a member of the said organizations themselves. I mean fraternities would mostly include those in the community." Rossi added. Morgan dialed Garcia's number.

"Baby girl, can you find out if anyone in the local PD has any ties with any fraternities?"

"Oh hi my big chocolate knight. You did not even let me speak. But you are my love so sure! I'll send you a list in a bit. Ciao!" Garcia said without pausing.

"Lets grab something to eat. And be careful everyone. Make sure you do all your task together." Hotch warned. "Especially you, Agent [Y/N]. Dont go running around alone."

"Yes Sir!" You answered him.

While eating, Garcia sent you all the list of officers that was a member of fraternities. There were alot but most of the organizations are from another town. The chief of police was a member in one of the fraternities.

"I think we need to talk with the chief about this" Morgan suggested. You all went back to the police station. Morgan asked where the chief is and one of the officer said that he have left with 3 other officer. Rossi asked if they are aware that the chief was a member of a fraternity. The police officer hesitated and looked around. He said yes and the other 3 police officer was a member as well.

Hotch talked to Garcia to look for the headquarters of the fraternity and he said there is a Frat house near the house of the chief. Hotch knows that the rest of the police officer there might not cooperate because this involves there comrades so he called a swat team to assist. Also, he asked Morgan to still brief the police and asked for back up. They can see the hesitation on some of them but they still follow.

Morgan, Reid and JJ went to the Chief's house. While you, Hotch and Rossi went to the frat house. The three of you went to the door. You bang the door and shouted "FBI! Open up" No one answered. The three of you unholstered your gun, Hotch positioned himself in front of the door and break it down. When you enter the house, no one was inside. Hotch asked you and Rossi to check upstairs while he checks the ground floor.

You and Rossi swept the rooms. There were bunk beds in most of the room except for one. It looks like the chiefs room. There are alot of documents related to the members. Rossi checks it and saw some of the victims. He ask you to tell Hotch what you discovered so you hurried down. You saw Hotch in the Kitchen looking at the floor.

"Hotch!" You called but he hushed you. Slowly you, you went on his side and look at the floor as well. There is a trap door. Both of you look at each other. Hotch was about to open it when you hear gunshot. Hotch opened it up and went down holding his gun. You followed him. As you descend you saw the police chief. He was holding his gun. Infront of him is the lifeless body of his 3 men. He turn around to look at both of you.

"Chief, put the gun down" Hotch told him.

"I know how this ends" he said. "You'll arrest me, put me in jail and if the prisoners knows that I am a cop they will make my life a living hell."

"Then why did you do it why did you kill all this people" you asked.

"It was an accident! They were not strong enough to be part of this organization" he answered angrily

"You know that hazing was prohibited now why did you still do it" You continue to ask.

"Because its tradition! We have been doing this since we started this brotherhood. No one died but this three idiots took it too far!" He shouted. Pointing his gun to the three lifeless body behind him. "They were my responsibility. I was supposed to look after them but I failed" he continue saying with sadness in his eyes.

"Put the gun down." Hotch said all of a sudden

"I failed my brothers. "  he started crying now. "I failed this brotherhood." Then all of a sudden he raised the gun. Put it in his temple and fire. Rossi run down the basement with the rest of the team who just arrived. Hotch put down his gun and went back upstair. You all followed him. When you arrive at the ground floor, the forensic team is already inside.

At the plane home you were thinking about confronting Hotch. Why he is such a jerk to you lately. The sudden change of mood from Jack's birthday party to the plane ride going to the crime scene and then every time that you were talking to him alone his mood was different.

You saw Rossi standing up going to the pantry. You know that he will get a scotch for him and Hotch so you followed him.

"Rossi?" You called him in a low voice.

"Hmmm?" He responded while he pour the scotch.

"Do you mind if I bring the scotch to Hotch?" You asked him. He looked at you and smiled.

"Of course not." He handed you the two glasses. "One is yours." You know he's teasing you. You walked down the airplane aisle. Hotch's back was turned on you. You took a sip of the scotch and continue. He was working on the case file when you handed him the drink,

"Thanks Da -" He was about to say but when he glanced up he saw you. "Oh!" He exclaimed while accepting the glass. He knows that you wanted to talk so he put the case file aside. You sit in front of him. You drink the rest of the scotch then set it aside.   You put on your fierce face and look at him directly in the eye. Hotch did not budge as well. His face was serious too. You lean forward resting your elbow on the table, intertwining your fingers together. You rest your chin on your intertwine fingers and ask Hotch.

"Is there a problem between the two of us, Hotch?" You asked seriously. "It seems that you are upset of me and I dont know why." You added.

You are waiting for an answer so you looked at him directly in the eye. But he just stares at you back. All of a sudden, you saw his face suddenly changes. His eyes softened. You can see that there was longing in it as it stares at you. You were taken aback. You retrieve your hands. Your serious, fierce faces is now puzzled.

"I'm sorry. Its just, there are so many things happening lately." He said. "At one point, it was Jack's birthday and then all of a sudden I am on a plane for a 3 hour ride to another state. I cannot even finish one day without leaving him." He added.

"But you still cant stop?" You asked. He nod, smiling at the foolishness of the thought.

"I am so attached to this job that I let go of my wife and have her killed and now I abandoned my son on his birthday." He said.

"Its not your fault, what happened to your wife. It was the unsub's fault not yours. He is a coward who does not know how to stop you so he uses the people that you love. He is a coward." You told him, trying to comfort him. "And Jack? He understand. He is a smart boy, Aaron. He knows that you fight the bad guys for him. He understand."

Aaron smiled.

"Thank you! And thank you for the scotch" He said raising his glass. He took a sip. "And I'm sorry if I let out my emotion to you." He added sheepishly.

"Just talk to me first, may be bent out so your not being a jerk to me or anyone else ok?" You teases him. He chuckled and nod.

"I surely do." He said with a hint of smile in his tired eyes.

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[bimbo-writer]

🍬Trick or Treat 🍬

Leona kingscholar x afab! reader

Contains: pirate leona, semi public, sir kink, hair pulling, degradation, praise, breeding, edging.

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Halloween, a day everybody loves. Candy, costumes, laughter who wouldn't love this day full of fun in a single night? You personally loved the holiday since it meant you had a week full of decorating the school for the ghost. It also was because this year you got to see your lazy boyfriend is a Halloween costume.

Normally the two of you would just go buy candy but this year was really special since it was your first in twisted wonderland. You decided to get a matching costume and dress as a pirate like him. It was a surprise for later but he found out and told you to at least dress as a sexy pirate.

You took his words to heart getting Vil to help you modify your costume so it shows off more of your chest. Overall it went from a normal pirate costume to a slutty pirate, you tried it on two days before Halloween and it fit perfectly hugging every curve right. The long pants now snug booty shorts while the classy top was a ruffled top with a deep v-neck cut.

In all honesty you where shocked by just how good you could look in a costume. You stached the costume away until it was the day of Halloween to surprise leona.

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The day of Halloween finally arrived and you where more than excited to show off the outfit for leona once he got his break. Getting ready and doing one final check in the mirror you decided to change your panties for a thong that would show on the sides of your shorts. Just to add a little more flair.

As soon as it hit 3:30 you left heading for the Colosseum in hopes to catch him while he's still awake. On the way several people where staring you down and some even asking for a picture with you. You didn't mind the attention but it wasn't all good as some of the men tried to get hands with you but thankfully there where others around to help.

After the wall you where finally at the Colosseum and found leona giving his final stamps to a group of teenage girls. They all seemed so pretty and tall, "hey mr. pirate you doing anything after this" one of the girls asked obviously flirting with him. He didn't seem interested but she wouldn't give up, "if you're free I'd be happy to see you again" she said batting her eyelashes.

This pissed you off to some degree but instead of causing a scene you decided to play it cool. Walking over to them calmly leona seemed intrested in your choice of clothing while the girls seemed impressed. "Sorry to interrupt this conversation but I need to borrow my boyfriend so he take a break" your words leaving them shocked.

Leona smirked as you took his hand leaving while the girls stood with their mouths wide open. "Was that an act of jealousy herbivore" he asked already knowing the answer, "it most certainly was not" you huffed dragging him to the cafeteria.

"I didn't know I had such a sexy girlfriend" he mused as a small blush spread across your face. "Thank you but right now where getting you food" you said holding his hand in yours. "What why? I'm not exactly hungry for food but rather-" he stopped pulling you close to grad a handful of your ass, a yelp leaving your lips "you" his voice low and stern.

"Baby are you serious right now" you asked looking up to see his smug smirk squeezing your ass harder. "Fine but where" you asked not wanting to draw attention too much, "how about..." he paused thinking for a second "here in front of all these people" he said. The color drained from your face at his words, he couldn't be serious could he!?

"Let's go back to the ship theres a little spot in the captain's place, and I am the captain" he mused hand fondling your ass waiting for an answer. "Fine..." you hated to admit in kinda turned you on at the idea of being caught. You walked about to the shop to see Jack bow in charge of the stamp station, "huh leona I thought you where going on break" he asked then spotted you next to him.

"We decided to just relax here together" you said trying to get him to stop asking questions. The heat between your legs grew hotter the longer you waited, "ok but don't be on break longer than 30 minutes" he said. You nodded walking onto the ship to the captain's place, as soon as the door was closed and locked leona pushed you over the desk.

"God I can't wait another second I need you" his voice low and sterin, wasting no time pulling your shorts off grinding his cloth erection against your cunt. Small whimpers escape your lips as he grinded harder, "fuck I need you" his voice shaky as he pulled your panties down exposing your cunt to the cool air. Sticking two fingers in without warning working your pussy, "your this wet just from some dirty talk? You really are a whore".

"Oh be quiet and fuck me" you spat needing so desperately to be touched, "where are you manners you need to beg for it nicely" he mused pulling his fingers out the empty feeling making you whimper. "Fine, please fuck me sir" you said not caring how embarrassed you where, you needed his touch.

"Good whore" he smirked pulling his cock out and pumping it a few times before lining the tip with your entrance coating it with your juices. Small whimpers fell from your lips before he thrusted deep inside you in one motion, the force pushing you harder against the desk. "Oh fuck-" you scream before a hand comes over your mouth muffling your moans.

"Good little whores don't scream" he spat thrusting harder as your whimpering continued. His thrust where hard and deep with the tip of his cock kissing your womb begging to be let in. "Holy fuck- your squeezing my cock so good, of fuck that's it baby" he praised you while your sanity was slowly fading from the way his balls slapped against your cunt.

"Mhh" your voice barely auditable as Leonas hand covered your mouth preventing you from letting everyone know what you where doing. "Be a good little bitch and take it" his words adding to the pleasure as you where nearing your high. The feeling of cumming on his cock was nearing as his thrust fastened and grunts grew louder.

"L'ona- I'm gonn-" your voice spilling out as his hand lost it's grip on your mouth, "what you're gonna cum already we can't have that" he smirked before stopping completely ripping the euphoric feeling from you. "Bu-but" your pleas falling on death ears as he stayed completely still, "if you wanna cum you're gonna beg like a good bitch" he spat.

"Please" voice shrill as tears started to form in the corners of your eyes, "please what you know how to beg". "Please fuck me sir. I need you to fuck me" you pleaed tears streaming down your face, "good whore" was all he said before he was balls deep inside your cunt, screams of pleasure falling from your lips.

The euphoric feeling coming back quick as his thrust where animalistic and sloppy, "gonna breed you like the good whore you are". Moans falling out like your tears as leona continued his attack on your cunt, now puffy from the abuse. "L'ona I'm gonna cum-" your screams definitely where heard by somebody but you didn't care all you cared about was leona stuffing your cunt.

"Fucking hell your squeezing the shit out of me, wanna be breed like a bitch in heat?" Words vile as his thrust became impossibly harder, "Yes Yes please breed me like a good bitch in heat" screams of pleasure filling the room. His hands snaked there way into your hair pulling it making your back arch, the feeling making it hard not to cum.

"Leona I'm gonna cum, please let me cum, and breed me like a bitch" you screamed as he buried his cock deep in your womb painting your insides white. The feeling of his cumming inside you causing you to spasm on his cock coating it with your juices. Strings of "oh fucks" falling from your lips as leona groaned finishing cumming, "holy shit that was hot" he said breathless.

The two of you didn't move for a minute catching your breath coming down from your high. "Hold on baby I'm gonna pull out" he said slowly pulling out as you whimpered still sensitive from just cumming. A small trail of Leona's cum leaking from your cunt, "fuck that's hot" he whispered pulling some tissues out his pocket.

"Babe I'm gonna wipe the cum up just hold still" his voice sounding far as your head was still fuzzy. He cleaned you up and helped you get dressed before walking out of the ship to get you food and water.

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Once off the ship you where met with a flustered Jack, "um Leona do you think next time you can take your um private business to the bedroom" he muttered. Your face turned bright red at his words while leona couldn't care less and simply said sure and left with you hitting his arm.

#smut #twisted wonderland #anime #leona kingscholar #jack howl #twst ruggie #kinktober

[fanonical]

So in your mind what’s w the garudo? To me they seem to think presentation = gender way more than the other peoples.

But in your version what’ll you be doing? Sorry if this one’s a bit blugh

no, i think you hit it square on the head. there is some semblance of a gender binary culturally recognised by the gerudo (they, after all, interact with men all the time) but as of BOTW/TOTK, the traditional gerudo culture dictates young gerudo girls of a certain age move to Gerudo City, which forbids men from entry. that's how it is on paper, anyway -- in actual fact, Link can walk right up to the guards in front of Gerudo City, be perceived as a "guy" and thus refused entry, then change into women's clothing IN FRONT OF THEM, and be allowed in, whereupon there is nothing Link can do to be kicked out from Gerudo City other than change out of the outfit.

In reality, the Doylist answer to this is it's a videogame abstraction -- and the whole thing is rather transphobic & racist too; a lot of the stuff going on with the Gerudo is between "kinda" and "very" racist just in general. i don't know how to (or if i adequately can?) address all of the problems there in my fic? . "desert race of giantess middle eastern warrior women" goes pretty deep to the core with this one, and that's before you get onto Ganondorf. and the whole stuff with the crossdressing... look man, if other people thought the Vilia storyline was meant to be progressive or sympathetic, i guess i'm glad they got that out of it, but it felt like a big transphobic joke to me. i'm changing pretty much all of this, and a bunch of other stuff. i still think it's not gonna be perfect (not really for me to say how unsalvageable some of the Gerudo stuff is in terms of racism, but i think i'm gonna reach out and talk to a couple of my friends about it and how they feel and what they might do etc) but i'll be changing stuff, and emphasising the good changes Nintendo has made over time whilst rejecting the worse ones

one thing i think i will do on the transphobia front is change it so that Gerudo City will allow trans women inside the walls if we are actively performing femininity to some degree. now, this is of course transphobic too, but i think it's kind of interesting to explore a more complex situation where trans women are a recognised type of person, and by the official legal policies of Gerudo City accepted in as women, but because of overtly binaristic, cisnormative overtones to the society, culture, politics & history there are probably still quite varying reactions, responses to transfemininity etc. because, well, that's my experience in a lot of gendered/women-only spaces! and i'd love to explore that through Link.

i also think that just before the Great Calamity, maybe there weren't as many openly trans people across Hyrule, perhaps due to social conceptions about gender at the time; i think maybe in the pockets of surviving towns and cities and villages 100 years later whilst Link has been asleep, trans people have become more recognised and embraced to some extent -- including in Gerudo City -- but, like in the real world, the change is slow, and some people struggle to see past their preconceived notions about gender. i just think it's more interesting to relate aspects of a #trans Hyrule to the trans experience now (i.e. in a time of great cultural shift for trans people both for good and for bad) but also exploring how and why it would be different in a fantasy post-apocalypse lol. i also don't want to overdo it into a depressive circlejerk of trans misery, either though, so don't worry, it won't be like that, i am making sure to steer very very clear of this.

i do also have maybe some potential reasons as to why there's been a cultural shift on transness in Hyrule (and particularly Gerudo City) in the 100 years after the Calamity though -- and i'd love to say more, but unfortunately, i've already said too much 🤐 gotta leave soooome stuff for the fic, and i have to check some stuff against lore before i commit to it.

great question!

#trans hyrule

[silvfyre-writings]

Snapshots Pt. 4 (BSD Fanfic)

Hello, and welcome back to the next chapter of Snapshots! I'm glad that so many of you seem to be enjoying these fun little stories, and I happen to enjoy writing them a lot!!!

This time it's clothing because Ranpo looks good in anything and nothing will change my mind about that.

So, enjoy!

One thing that had always been a sore spot for Ranpo growing up was clothing.

As a child, he’d never truly understood what society had meant by girl and boy clothes; they were just clothes, so why did it matter who wore them? To him, clothes were all about comfort, but as a child, that wasn’t something he’d really been allowed to do, since his parents had bought of his clothes for him—boy clothes, to be exact. And while Ranpo had no issue wearing such clothes, he couldn’t deny that he was curious about the clothing that the opposite gender to him wore. Every time his mother had taken him out to the shops with her, he’d always found himself browsing the girl’s section, curious, and wanting. The only downside was that whenever his mother saw what he was looking at, she’d gain a look on her face and drag him away, distracting him with the first thing that came to mind, which was easy to do, because as a child, Ranpo was interested in everything.

As a teenager, his fascination with clothing was pushed to the back of his mind on account of losing both his parents and his home, but it was still there, just waiting to return to the surface again when the time was right. It took months for that time to come, because after arriving in Yokohama, life just got harder for Ranpo, and with limited money—if he had any at all—clothes were the last thing on his mind. But things got better when he met Fukuzawa, and found himself in the man’s care after they’d worked together to solve the murder of the theatre; sure, he’d almost died, but he’d in the process he’d learnt he was gifted, and gained a home and legal guardian, so really, almost dying wasn’t the worst thing that had happened to him.

At first, Ranpo hadn’t been sure of his place in Fukuzawa’s life, because whilst he had offered up his home to Ranpo, Fukuzawa’s past was filled with loneliness and bloodshed. So, it’d taken a while for the two of them to figure out their dynamic with each other, both of them taking tentative steps to try and figure out the do’s and don’ts of it all. Eventually, they’d figured it out, with Fukuzawa accepting that he was now responsible for guiding and protecting Ranpo where his parents no longer could, and Ranpo learning that Fukuzawa wasn’t going to treat him the same as all the other adults in his life.

Apparently that also included his parents, because when they’d gone shopping to get some extra clothes for him, Ranpo hadn’t been able to stop himself from eyeing the girl’s section. There’d been more variety than there had been in his hometown, with various different styles and options that had aroused Ranpo’s curiosity, bringing back that fascination he’d begun to think was lost forever. It’d only taken him a second to panic though, remembering that his fascination wasn’t shared by others, only to have Fukuzawa place a hand on his shoulder and ask him if he wanted to look. Ranpo had stared at Fukuzawa in shock before nodding and they’d looked at all kinds of clothing before buying more outfits than Ranpo had ever owned in his life.

And it was because of Fukuzawa and his lack of judgement, that Ranpo had been allowed to experiment and discover himself, leading him to become comfortable with who he was, and who he wanted to be by the time that he was an adult; even if that comfort and confidence didn’t often show itself in public. Because apparently the adults of the world weren’t too fond of seeing men wear clothing that wasn’t tailored to them specifically, and whenever Ranpo made the decision to wear a skirt, or a dress, in public, he couldn’t help but notice the stares thrown at him.

Ranpo tried his best not to care though, because what he chose to wear was his business and his alone, and if what he wore upset people, then that was their problem, not his. He was comfortable in his clothing choices, and the people closest to him, supported him, and that was all that mattered to him.

And then the fighting started.

By the time he was twenty-six, Ranpo was comfortable as ever, but with everything that’d been going on, Ranpo had chosen to wear the clothes that brought him the most comfort; the detective clothes that Fukuzawa had brought for him when it’d become clear that Ranpo wasn’t going to grow any taller. And with everything that’d been going on, it’d been all anyone had seen him in for months, so by the time that the conflict ended, people seemed to have forgotten that he enjoyed wearing clothing that wasn’t entirely masculine.

And because of that, the confidence that Ranpo had spent years building up, was gone, and he’d resorted to only wearing those clothes in the comfort of his own home, where the only people that were likely to see him were Fukuzawa and Yosano, who knew about Ranpo’s preferences. It was fine though, because Ranpo knew it wouldn’t take long for him to rebuild that confidence, so long as nothing threw a wrench in the works.

So of course, the metaphorical wrench was thrown, when Ranpo ran into Poe on the street, the writer choosing to stay in Yokohama, and Ranpo, suddenly filled with a desire to befriend the man, forced Poe into giving him his number. Poe had anxiously, and reluctantly, handed it over before running away; yet the writer still responded when Ranpo texted him later that day.

And the wrench was thrown again, when Ranpo began to have romantic feelings for Poe and vice versa, because while Poe was more than content to throw his feelings about and tell Ranpo just how he felt, Ranpo was more reserved about it; he’d spent his entire teenage years trying to figure himself out, and in return, he’d neglected to even delve into the world that was romance. Ranpo felt a little bad for Fukuzawa during that period, since his guardian had to listen to him rant about how he felt and how he didn’t understand what it was that he was feeling.

The final wrench was when he and Poe started dating, and Ranpo wound up spending more time at Poe’s place than his own, because while he and Poe had talked a lot over the past few months, Ranpo had never opened up to the writer about how he sometimes preferred to wear clothing different to what Poe had seen him in before, and Ranpo was just a little scared that Poe might think less of him if he found out.

“I’ll be back in a week.”

Those were the words that Poe had left him with, along with a kiss and a hug, before leaving for America on a short business trip; apparently, one of Poe’s old clients from when he’d been the Guild’s architect had requested his assistance on a project, and apparently they hadn’t been willing to adjust to the time zone difference in order to communicate. Not that Ranpo minded, because Poe had looked so happy at being asked to do the job he’d chosen for himself to pursue—Poe may have been a master writer and published author, but writing had always been a hobby to him, while architecture had been an interest—so Ranpo had supported his partner in his decision, a promised to call whenever he had time.

And since Poe had chosen to take Karl with him, that left Ranpo alone in the mansion that he called home now, which also meant that he could wear whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, without fear of being seen. The skirts and dresses that he’d brought with him when Poe had asked him to move in, were pulled out of the corner of the closet they’d been shoved into, and for that first day, Ranpo had pulled each and every one of them out of the box just so he could look at them and remind himself of what he owned.

The second day that Poe was gone, he’d worn a cute skirt and an oversized long-sleeved shirt.

The third day he’d worn one of his summer dresses, despite it not quite being the weather for it.

The fourth day he’d chosen to wear his favorite outfit, not because it was the comfiest, but because it was the one he felt the best dressed in. The outfit was simple, really; leggings—something he only wore with this outfit in particular—a black skirt, and a long-sleeved crop top. It was the first outfit he’d picked on his own and paid for with his own money, so it was quite important to him.

It was the fourth day, when he was wearing this outfit and lounging on the couch, watching a movie, that Poe came home early from his trip.

Ranpo had been so focused on the movie he’d been watching, that he hadn’t even realized that Poe was home until the furry ball that was Karl, flew into his lap, chattering and pawing at him in excitement. “Karl!” Ranpo lifted the raccoon into the air, a grin on his face before he brought into a hug. “Did you miss me?”

“He wasn’t the only one that did.” A hand came to rest on one of his shoulders while lips were pressed against his temple.

Ranpo hummed and turned his head to capture Poe’s lips into a proper kiss. “Well, I missed you too. You’re back early.”

“My client is rather easy to please.” Poe said, kissing Ranpo once more before he pulled away and stepped around the couch in order to join Ranpo in sitting on it. “It’s not my first time working with them either, so I already knew what I was—wait, what are you wearing?”

Ranpo froze, his hands pausing where they’d been running through Karl’s fur. In his joy in seeing both Karl and Poe again, he’d forgotten that what he was currently wearing wasn’t what he normally wore. He opened his mouth to respond, only for his words to fail and clog up his throat.

Poe was quick to spot his growing panic, because he was so observant when it came to Ranpo’s emotions, and grabbed one of Ranpo’s hands in his own, threading their fingers together and squeezing gently to soothe him. “Hey, don’t panic, take a breath for me. You’re fine.”

Ranpo nodded, and squeezed Poe’s hand in return, taking in a single shuddering breath. He repeated the motion again, and again, until he felt the panic easing, although he was still tense as he waited for Poe to speak again, to judge him, to call him a freak.

Only, it never came. Once he’d calmed down, Poe smiled softly and brought their linked hands up to his lips in order to press a kiss to the back of Ranpo’s hand, the gesture enough to chase away the last vestiges of panic. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” Poe murmured, lowering their hands back down. “I only asked because your outfit makes you look cute.”

“Really?” Ranpo’s face began to heat up, the blush spreading from his cheeks to his ears like it always did whenever Poe gave him a compliment.

“Of course. I wouldn’t lie to you. I was just surprised because I’ve never seen you wear clothes like this before.”

“I haven’t worn clothes like this since Atsushi joined the Agency, because in the middle of a conflict, my usual clothing was easier and more convenient, but I’ve always enjoyed wearing skirts and—” Ranpo cut himself off, turning his face away from Poe before he said too much. He felt his hand be squeezed, and took a breath to continue. “—and dresses on the odd occasion. They’re comfortable.”

Poe’s lips twitched into a frown. “But the Agency isn’t in the middle of a conflict right now, so how come you haven’t worn what you feel comfortable in until now?”

“Ah, that’s…” Ranpo didn’t want to admit it was because he was scared, but he didn’t have to, because Poe was just as smart as him and could easily put together the pieces of the puzzle based upon everything that Ranpo had said. And before he knew it, Ranpo found himself being pulled into an embrace, Poe’s arms wrapped around him firmly.

“I’m sorry if I made you feel as if you couldn’t be yourself around me.” Poe murmured into his hair. Ranpo made a noise of protest, because it wasn’t Poe’s fault at all, only to be shushed by the man. “Ranpo, I love you for you, and that includes all parts of you, so if you want to wear the skirts and dresses that you own, then you are more than welcome to do so. And if you fear my judging you, then you don’t need to, because I don’t care if you prefer feminine clothing over masculine; if it’s what makes you comfortable, then just wear it, okay?”

Ranpo’s blush grew even more, and he hid his face against Poe’s shoulder. He heard Poe chuckle, and whined. “Laughing is forbidden.”

“Sorry, but you look even more adorable when you’re embarrassed like this.”

Karl let out a loud chatter then, eyes flicking between Ranpo and Poe from where he still sat in Ranpo’s lap.

“See, even Karl agrees with me.”

“I hate you both.” Ranpo grumbled, although there was a smile on his face, one of relief at how easily Poe had just accepted him. Then again, why had he even worried in the first place? This was Poe, who wore Victorian era clothing like it was still in fashion—heeled boots and all—so it made sense that he would never judge Ranpo for what he chose to wear.

“What are you thinking about, Ranpo?” Poe asked, letting Ranpo go just so he could tuck some stray hair behind his ear.

“Nothing.” Ranpo said and stood from the couch, Karl in his arms. “But would you perhaps like to see the rest of my wardrobe?”

Poe’s own smile was soft as he stood up as well, and began to follow Ranpo to their room. “It would be my pleasure.”

#bsd fanfic #bsd #bungo stray dogs #ranpoe #edogawa ranpo #edgar allan poe #fluff #hurt/comfort #writing #fanfic

[imaginewarehouse]

Mr Snake x FemmeFatale!Reader || Drabble

I just got the DVD, so… yeah. I’m back XD Just a little something that came to mind while re-watching.

NOT MY GIF. Found it on Google.

Plot: Another one with Femme Fatale!Reader, and this can be considered a direct follow up from the last one. The gang are getting suited for prison (The first time), and tensions are high, and a gross Police Officer decides to get handsy with you.

Snake loses his shit.

Warnings: Sexual harassment and violence. A little bit of swearing, and some nudity- but it’s, like, fine. Just like getting changed in the locker room.

🔆🔆🔆

“Eugh… “You groan, making a face as you pick up the ugly orange outfit you’ll likely be sporting for the rest of your life. So… is there a… private area, that I can get changed? Or is this it?? Looking around, you see Wolf already pulling the new pants on and Piranha slipping the button-up shirt on over his mohawked head (He never really did like buttons) and you give an exhausted, annoyed huff- Fine.

Most of it goes well, and you’re just slipping the orange material over your feet and up your legs - trying to ignore the fight going on between the others all together, as the whole thing is a bit too hard on your heart for right now and think maybe if you were to look at it… take it in… you would break, -, you suddenly feel a firm, and loud,

Slap!

to your behind, making your eyes immediately blow open wide to the approximate size of dinner plates and a gasp tear from your lungs. “What- “Your head whips around- and so does Snake’s, though you don’t notice that yet. That, nor the plain terrifying way his eyes narrowed, and his mouth turned down into a furious scowl. Eyes landing on an Officer there behind you, your own eyes narrow; Teeth gritting. Look, usually you would handle this with some level of grace, rather then the pure animosity currently spread across your features, but today has been long, alright? You’ve been ‘noticed’ by all the wrong people, and ignored by the ones you meant to attract- and you are so over it, now. “Watch it.” You hiss darkly, almost growling at the guard as you fasten the pants up around your waist.

… He chuckles.

“What, baby? You suddenly shy? Come on- We all know your place in this thing… Whore… “He’s just continuing to smooth his hand over your butt and you’re about to turn right around and ram your elbow directly into his face, when the dam breaks.

Snake sees red- and before you even have a chance to do anything, he’s leaped past you and abruptly started choking the bastard- tight. “YOU TAKE THAT BACK. TELL HER YOU’RE SORRY, YOU STINKING PILE OF CRA- “

Your eyes immediately go round again as you step back from the violent scene, speechless as the others, lead by Shark - who bumps into you on the way and causes your clumsy little bump to the ground, - , and some other prison guards rush forward to drag him off. “Snake!”

“Let him go!!”

“Come on, man!- “

“Control yourself!”

But he struggles against them, jostling the man’s neck in his vice-like grasp dangerously hard, and growling- “Let go of me!” You’ve never seen your husband so mad. He’s not a peaceful person to begin with, sure, but nothing has ever happened to make him explode like this, not even when men would look at you- flirt with you- or touch you, before. He trusted you, you knew that. But the fact that you were uncomfortable this time… combined with how mad he already was by the days events… must have made this the last straw. “BACK OFF- I’m gonna kill him.”

You and the others know he would never do such a thing, but the guards don’t. And one of them takes out something from a holster on his belt, and when you realise what it is your jaw drops- scrambling to your feet and rushing forward without a second thought; Reaching out. “No!”

Before the taser can make contact with skin, you shove the man’s arm upwards, causing sparks of dangerous electricity to dance in the air. Snake pauses for a split second, eyes wide at what just nearly happened, slit pupils flickering from you to the man with taser, but quickly regains his anger when he realises you saved him. He’s fine, because of you.

Even more reason to break this guy.

“OKAY. BOTH OF YOU,” A female officer this time, suddenly shoots out a couple of bullets into a nearby grey, concrete wall, causing a loud burst of noise that shocks you all into stillness. Piranha and Webb’s cover their ears, wincing hard at the horrible, eardrum shattering noise. “ENOUGH! STAND DOWN.”

Meanwhile the surprise manages to finally stop Snake just long enough, this time, for them to separate him from the gross Officer that assaulted you while making you calm down just enough for you to allow an officer to grab you by the arms. You’re both ‘guided’ and shoved off to the side, where the others watch you worriedly as the badly beaten guy limps pathetically out of the room- and not without serious help, either. You carefully recover your usual composure further there, straightening your shoulders against the strong grip the guard holding you has; Though without a deep breath, the angry flames hidden in your pretty eyes stay fully intact.

Snake, having lost quite a bit of his bite after being dragged away from the guy that touched you, stands seething still- but looks to you with a substantially less angry look in his eyes. Glancing his way to make sure he’s alright, you double take to see him already looking with concern, and finally take that deep breath you need.

… Okay.

-He’s okay.

-She’s okay.

#Mr Snake x Reader Drabble #Me Snake x Reader #Mr Snake #Drabble #The Bad Guys 2022 #The Bad Guys #Dreamworks #Dreamworks x Reader #The Bad Guys x Reader #The Bad Guys 2022 x Reader

[spoonsandsporks]

HI <3 polite invitation to talk about your godtier and land thoughts for your characters if you want to!! i am sitting and listening intently :3 <3

Oh my god asfdgdgifgdb you don't know what you've done,,,,,

Long post incoming!!

So quick plug of an old blog that established a lot of my HS godtier opinions early on dahniwitchoflight so you can see a lot of where my context originates (esp. the godtier aspect masterpost) but with that out the way here we go

In terms of godtier opinions, I don't believe in gendered classes. I think that, socially, there may be a bias certain genders may have to certain classes (Muse and Lord, for example). But I don't believe that's an absolute. For one, there are more genders than the binary and people don't always identify as one forever. Secondly, I think to say that, for example, Lord is always aggressive and therefore only men can be Lords is uhhhhhhh,,, very stereotypical and simply doesn't encapsulate the range of human expression. Besides, isn't it more fun for the classes to be non-gendered using gendered human words? Who's to say the game mechanics of SBURB/sgrub are in english? There's gotta be some kind of translation errors or approximations going on in lore lmao

Related to this is that a godtier is meant to be a culmination of a character arc, the end reward of the 'ideal self' a character can be. This is not referring to 'ultimate' selves (i sincerely don't want to touch that concept at all) or even 'morally correct' selves - merely the best kind of self a character would want to be. The best you that you wanna be! Whether that means embracing your flaws or overcoming them, the godtier is the symbol of your growth as a person. Hence why to 'go godtier' you have to fuse your dreamself and awake self together, finally bringing together the two separate experiences you've lived as a player before this; your 'normal' life and your SBURB life. This also follows why death is a consistent theme and in fact needed for godtier ascension. You are killing or accepting the death of your former self in order to ascend into your new self, via combining everything you've learned into everything you'll be. It's supposed to be a positive, if traumatic, experience. Like changing and growing in life already is! Just faster lol

On a brief design point, I do think godtier outfits should also therefore change to fit the wearer and what they're comfortable with. I don't necessarily think that it should be like, witch skirt for girls but trousers for boys, I think that if a godtier outfit is your ideal self it should automatically change into whatever you'd be comfortable wearing. So if someone is a Witch, but doesn't mind wearing a skirt, then they'd ascend into the default Witch outfit. If they then wanted to change it they could through a thought. But if a Witch ascends and they hate skirts or maybe just cannot imagine wearing one then maybe it changes into shorts or something lol. I've actually done some alternate designs of godtiers along this line as it happens which you'll see in this post.

I also like the Aspect counterparts, that each one has an opposite, and while in canon that doesn't have much of an effect on the godtier design beyond the kids, I actually like the accessories and shoes on godtiers taking on the colours of their opposite Aspect. I like that it symbolises that even their opposite has an affect on the Aspect in question.

Now, this is all some lovely prose but what am I going on about? So, like all great and real scientists, I'll use myself as an example first.

...

Me - Sylph of Heart

So I've gone through many, many iterations of godtier introspection (started in Hope, have moved to Heart, Sylph has stayed pretty consistent but I still have doubts) and, of course, being a real life person this is the one that's evolved and changed the most as I have evolved and changed throughout my teens and adult life. But for the sake of analysis, I'll give my 'sona' or 'self-insert' the godtier to separate myself from the analysis and come at this more honestly.

Heart as an Aspect is all about Emotion and the Soul. As the opposite counterpart to the Aspect Mind (which is concerned with the brain, reason and, y'know, the mind lol), Heart players are more impulsive and driven by personal goals. It's all about the Inner Self, the Individual, what makes You Unique as opposed to everyone else in the world. It's Passion, it's Empathy, it's Understanding - about people, mostly. It's about Knowing Yourself and what you like or dislike. Your Heart, in a lot of ways, is the emotional centre and Heart players follow it to a T - and often to the detriment of everything else. It's not inaccurate to say Heart players come across as self-obsessed b/c they are concerned with discovering themselves and their own identity. None of these things come without drawbacks of course and none of this means Heart players don't care about others. They simply assume everyone else is just as obsessed with Finding themselves as they are. I mean, at their best, Heart players are compassionate, imaginative and a steady presence in life. But, uh, at their worst they can come across as dismissive, rigid or nosy lol Personally, as someone very driven by emotion and with a tendancy for introspection, to the point of contantly overthinking my feelings and second guessing my impulses, I feel comfortable in the Heart Aspect.

So Sylphs are talkers. Chatterboxes you could say. They're also one of two 'healer' classes and the active counterpart to Maid. Which yeah I'm aware I have a tendency to ramble. Sylphs are known to love talking about their interests to an audience, whether the audience is interested or not lmao. For a Sylph of Heart, that's mostly concentrated into the subject of Love and Relationships. Sylphs are also nosy little meddlers and so one interpretation of Heart could be a cupid-like matchmaker of sorts. I don't personally see that for myself but it's a valid interpretation.

Personally, I see myself as a person obsessed with Connection and the Relationships that make these connections stable. Friendship, romantic, QPR, you name it, I'm interested in the dynamics. In fiction and in fandom, this makes me a prolific shipper yes haha but most of all I love character interactions. I love filler episodes! And beach episodes! And regency romance! And slice of life isekai anime! B/c all those things prioritise character interaction and personal character arcs over plot or action or whatever haha. I love gentle drama and harmless gossip, I love watching two people get to know each other and be forever changed for having met one another and! I!! Love!!! My!!!! Friends!!!!!!!

Also the sylph outfit is cool af actually. In this image I've actually redesigned it to be a little more gender neutral hence the billowing trousers but I love the no sleeves and the curled shoes and the ribbon-y capelet thing lol. And the bangles!!

I have some ideas for godtier powers but they're not fleshed out yet, but for Sylph of Heart I imagine they'd have to power to 'heal the soul/heart' so to speak. To keep emotions steady in the heat of battle and to help heal mental or emotional wounds. They sound like a support class, like a buffer or healer.

Oh god this got long, I have some ideas for lands but I'll be honest it's almost entirely based on this post from dahni years ago (literally 10 years ago oh gods how long have I been here) b/c i really vibe with it so I have nothing new to really add lol. Maybe there'd be like pink lakes or maybe i'd have a coastal type planet with rough seas that symbolise riding the waves of emotion or something lmao

Hope you enjoyed this brief foray! I'll probably reblog this with a breakdown of the godtiers I've assigned to 4 of my dnd characters I did for fun so you can see my opinions on the Space, Time, Mind and Heart (again) aspects as well as the Maid, Page, Mage and Knight classes too. But for now I need to cook dinner lol

#spoonspeaks #hs #my hs opinions #you sly dog you got me monologuing! <3 #god i hope my non-hs friends don't see this i'm soooooo sorry lol unfortunately i've had Opinions for years and no outlet for them #might end up reblogging this to my art account b/c there's art of me in it but that's a strong might b/c oh boy #should also be said this is all for fun!!! #i didn't mention this in post but i identify as a sylph of heart primarily b/c it's fun and i like the colours and design #like yeah i have a lot of introspection to back up and justify my opinions but also just think i look cool in the outfit lol #assigning yourself a godtier should be fun like making a ponysona from mlp or saying which element you'd bend in atla it's all for fuuuuuun #it's only as deep as you want it to be xxxx #anyway ty voli for enabling me ily (platonic) <333