#well he's left Hong Kong

[fishfission-dc]

Batfamily Powerpoint Night! (Part 10: Alfred)

<<Part 9: Barbara 

[Masterlist]

Alfred: Actually, I have prepared something I would like you all to see.

Bruce: Oh lord...

[collective sigh]

Alfred: I have noticed that many of you are electing not to return used dishes to their proper location to be washed. 

Barbara: Oooh... that one’s on me, sorry Alfred.

Alfred: Miss Gordon, I trust you not to spill anything on the computer console, but I still think it best not to have open beverages in the presence of... other company.

Dick: Is he talking about-

Tim: Yeah he’s talking about us.

Bruce: Hn.

Steph: Only Bruce does this, Alfred, I promise.

Alfred: I am well aware, Miss Brown. 

Bruce: ...sorry.

Duke: How do you not spill anything using mugs in the Batmobile?

Cass: (signing) Impressive.

Jason: Okay, this one has to be Dick.

Dick: ...That’s probably me.

Tim: A teacup? A teacup and its saucer??

Dick: I was already drinking it at the time-

Alfred: Just bring it back next time.

Steph: HA

Damian: ...They like the-

Alfred: I highly doubt the dogs have a preference of plates.

Damian: ...understood.

Jason: WHICH ONE OF YOU-

Tim: STEPH. STEPH THAT IS YOUR BELT.

Steph: I CAN EXPLAIN

Barbara: Steph why is a mug in your-

Steph: I BRING THE MUGS HOME AND I PUT THEM IN MY BELT TO REMEMBER TO BRING THEM BACK TO ALFRED BUT THEN I FORGET

Duke: How many mugs are in your belt right now? 

Steph: ...

Dick: Steph.

Steph: A couple...

Alfred: Three. I checked twenty minutes ago.

Steph: ...Sorry Alfred.

Tim: ...Okay-

Dick: Tim. How on Earth-

Steph: HOW IS THIS ANY WORSE THAN ME KEEPING MUGS IN MY BELT

Tim: Sometimes I save time by eating in the shower!

Jason: That is like... a family sized tupperware container.

Damian: Drake, this is no longer efficiency, it is insanity. 

Tim: ...Sorry Alfred.

Bruce: ...how-

Barbara: Cass... Cass this has to be you.

Cass: (signing) ...Sorry.

Steph: Honestly I’m not surprised by this.

Duke: Are we not concerned that Alfred’s been repeatedly climbing into the rafters to collect these dishes?

Alfred: Oh it’s not the furthest length I’ve gone for you all...

Bruce: I may have left a serving dish at the Kents’ apartment in Metropolis, I apologize.

Tim: I don’t think I left anything in San Francisco... or Nanda Parbat.

Dick: TAMARAN?! I’m probably responsible for New York and Bludhaven, but that one was NOT me.

Jason: Ooooh, yeah... uh... that was probably me...

Steph: You left a tupperware container on Tamaran?!

Jason: And maybe... other places... I keep forgetting to bring them home.

Damian: How many of these locations are you responsible for, Todd?

Jason: Uh... definitely Star City and Tamaran... and Miami... Paris... and Washington, Hong Kong... maybe also Nanda Parbat. Oh, and I definitely left a cup in San Francisco...

Barbara: Oh my god.

Jason: ...Sorry Alf. Won’t happen again.

Alfred: I’m glad you appreciate the leftovers, Master Jason, but yes, please return the dishware.

Duke: Oh that’s definitely my bad... Sorry Alfred.

Alfred: It’s alright, my dear boy, you didn’t know.

Bruce: ...how long has that been the system?

Dick: Probably not long... I definitely didn’t do that as a kid...

Jason: Definitely changed while I was dead...

Alfred: That has been the system for 42 years, I would appreciate if all of you started adhering to it.

[a chorus of “Sorry, Alfred” as they retrieve their dishes, thus ending Powerpoint Night. The end.]

<<Part 9: Barbara

[Masterlist]

#batfamily powerpoint au #IT IS FINALLY FINISHED #don't worry about how long it took me #it's fine #this is basically just a fanfic at this point #thank you all for giving these dumb powerpoints so much love #more fun ideas in the works (that are not powerpoint related) #batfam #bruce wayne #batman #dc #dc comics #batkids #dc robin #dick grayson #jason todd #barbara gordon #alfred pennyworth #damian wayne #tim drake #cassandra cain #duke thomas #stephanie brown

[halfagone]

Cassandra Cain and Communication

I've been noticing an interesting trend in DPxDC fanfics lately where people write Cass like she's psychic, or in simpler terms: she can read someone and in an instant know how to help them. And while I can definitely see the merits of this kind of approach, there are a lot of things to keep in mind.

I cannot stress enough how isolated Cass' childhood was. When it's said that David Cain trained her only in the language of killing, it is not an exaggeration. In many early renditions of her character, Cass cannot speak at all, and if she can, only in short, brief sentences. Cass goes the first seventeen years of her life not knowing how to read.

That is a canonical plot point too. We see Barbara teaching Cass to read in Batman Volume 1 #567:

Based on the context surrounding this scene, this is a regular occurrence between the pair. Cass has also sought out Stephanie before to read something for her (Batgirl Volume 1 #20). If you're curious about more analysis surrounding this particular subject, this post has some interesting points and shows the gradual shift in how DC handled her character.

But this is early into her time with the Batfamily. What about later on, when she's more assimilated to the Waynes and her fellow vigilantes?

Well, you don't even have to be a hardcore comic fan to see how she continues to struggle with expression and communication. In Wayne Family Adventures, episodes 32 and 33, we see how Cass' ability to read body language has also hurt her and her relationship with the people around her.

She doesn't mean to hurt Stephanie's feelings in these episodes, but the damage is real and it happened. Cass means well, ultimately, but she still doesn't know how or when to address these problems. She sees that Steph is hurting and wants to help; those are all admirable qualities! But in the end, she only pushes Stephanie further away, and is left feeling guilty and carrying self-loathing in the wake.

Here is also a reminder: Cass killed her first man at the age of 8 years old, and consequently ran away from her father when she realized killing was wrong. She did not know what he felt was fear. She did not know the definition of fear, nor the word for it. She just saw the expression on his face as he died, and realized that something was wrong, and ran away.

Cass doesn't arrive to Gotham until she's 17 years old, around the No Man's Land era, if I remember correctly. She is on the run for 9 years in this time, and sadly, she did not pick up many- if any- language or communication skills during this period. This isn't a fault on her character either, when she likely had to keep moving and didn't have time to connect with anyone like she did with Barbara, who could teach her how to speak and read.

But at the end of the day, it makes sense that Cass doesn't know how to socialize. Think of a real life example: some kids who grow up homeschooled struggle to make connections once they reach adulthood and start looking for a job. They've never had to make small talk, or address strangers face-to-face, so they don't know how to interact with people. Cass' situation is a more extreme version of this scenario, but with blood, brutal training, and child abuse involved.

At her core, Cass is a good person. And she will continue to be that good person. But she doesn't always have the answers. Nobody does! She'll continue to help people to the best of her abilities, but sometimes those abilities can be limited.

Cass is not a perfect person. When Bruce was lost in the timeline, and the remaining Batfamily members started to splinter and fall apart in the wake, Cass didn't remain in Gotham to help with the rising violence with Batman's absence. Instead, when her family needed her most, she went to Hong Kong, because she didn't want to be there without Bruce. She did briefly meet Tim in Paris, when she had saved him from the Daughters of Acheron, but she still doesn't accompany Tim, nor does she return to Gotham even after finding out the city is extremely understaffed.

Cass is well-meaning, but she is not faultless. We might not like to acknowledge the flaws of our favorite characters, but those flaws are a part of them! Just like how Bruce consistently fails to express himself is a part of his. Or how Dick tries to pretend that everything is fine so he doesn't have to address his own problems. Or how Jason can be inconsistent with his motivations and people get hurt as a result. Or how Tim keeps too many secrets and pushes people away, ruining multiple relationships in turn.

I could go on and on, but all these characters are more than just their flaws. The same thing with Cass.

So don't be afraid to show a Cass that doesn't know how to fix things. Don't be afraid to show a Cass that doesn't know what to do, but just tries her best. It's one of her most admirable qualities: always trying no matter what.

#dpxdc #cassandra cain #character analysis #with yours truly :D #look cass is my girl okay #i can and WILL talk nonstop about her

[violetsiren90]

Send Me to Hong Kong

Yoongi/Reader (fem reader)

Genre: One-shot; established relationship; smut

Summary: Yoongi discovers one of your major kinks.

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI!!), explicit smut, kissing, biting, hickeys, neck-grabbing, dirty talk, slight-dom Yoongi, spontaneous desire, studio sex, clothed sex, quickie sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (established relationship context), multiple orgasms, cream pie, cock warming, talk of kinks, talk of wet dreams, talk of sharing intimate partner information (with permission), hardcore smut with some humor and slight fluff

Author's note: Hello, my dear reader! This is my very first time posting a fic on this platform, as well as my first time posting for BTS, and a hardcore smut. *whooshes out a sigh* So, I'm nervous. I've had this in my archives for a while now, so I decided to just throw it out there after a couple small changes in honor of our bad boy's tour launch. I don't have a big presence here, so if you discover this and read it, I just want to thank you so much for taking your time to peruse my humble scrawlings. Have the absolute best day, and remember that as Yoongi says, you're worthy of love as you are! 💜

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  He dropped to his knees and pulled your leg up over his shoulder, but you grabbed his shirtfront in both hands and slid him up your body, hitching a bent leg around his waist to bring his hips flush with your own.

“No, Yoongi…I’m ready,” you insisted. His brow furrowed in confusion as you took his hand and guided it to your panties, which he instantly bypassed, slipping two fingers into your soaking folds. His eyes flicked up to yours when he felt the bountiful evidence of your intense arousal. He raised his brows.

“Just from…” he mumbled, but you cut him off.

“You - your rapping…I…I was ready halfway through that second demo,” you insisted breathlessly. At your words, something his eyes changed from lustful to ravenous, and in a nanosecond he was pinning you against the wall, biting at your neck as he ripped the panties from your thighs in a few strong yanks. You spread your legs wide as you whined desperately against his shoulder,

“Fuck me, Yoongi. I need to feel you inside me." He let out a moan that was almost an animalistic growl before disposing hurriedly of his belt and jeans. You reached your hand down to stroke his hard length over his cotton boxer briefs, cursing to yourself, and capturing his mouth in a kiss that was all tongue and heat and primal desire. You pushed impatiently at the band of his underwear, and he stumbled out of them, his mouth leaving little pink marks across your chest and breasts. You tossed your head back against the wall, gasping and writhing under his touch. All at once you felt the smooth warmth of his tip touch your aching entrance.

“Oh, god, Yoongi, please!” you whimpered desperately. He slid his left hand up to your neck and brought his lips to your ear, rasping out, shaky and with effort, yet dominant and demanding,

“Tell me…why.” A shudder ran through you, as you realized what was happening…and you rose to the task.

“Because you’re the mother-fucking king,” You felt him tense against you as you moaned out the words, “When I listen to you rap I don’t even need to touch myself - ah!" He squeezed, "It’s as if your tongue is fucking my pussy while you spit those fucking bars - oh, fuck!" He squeezed again, "And now I just want your cock in me so I can make you cum - hah!” He squeezed his shaking hand around the back of your neck one final time and groaned as he pushed into your throbbing cunt. He immediately started moving with urgency, and your slick walls accommodated the pace, as they swelled around him and you matched his bucking with your own.

“Oh, fuck, Yoongi, fuck!” You cried out as he had you cumming already, just from his presence in your core in a few quick strokes. He picked up his pace, pounding into you, his tip grazing over your internal nerves at an incredible speed. You felt a climax mounting in you again as his thrusts grew shaky, at frantic stuttering intervals. He was about to cum. You pulled his face to yours so you could take his mouth in a heady kiss, moaning onto his lips as your second orgasm took you. As you rode the wave of your own pleasure, you felt him explode, his cock shaking and pulsating as he pumped his cum into you. He dropped his head to your shoulder, his forehead soaked in sweat and his heart pounding into your own rapid pulse point. You ran your hand through his damp hair and pressed a gentle kiss to his temple. You held him tenderly as his breathing slowed and his body weight seemed to shift back into his own stance. You realized, glancing down, that you were still connected where your bodies met. He dragged his forehead onto yours, fixing you with half-lidded warm, dark eyes.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he whispered. You answered him with a languid kiss, not pulling away until you had pulled a groan from him by sucking on his soft pink tongue. Licking your lips, your smiled at him.

“No one turns me on like you,” you murmured, grinning, “You know I came twice?” He huffed a breath of surprise in response.

“You did?” he smirked, looking more than a little smug. You nodded. He glanced down between your bodies. “You gonna let me go now?”

“No!” you protested with a sudden pout, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him closer. He was soft inside you, and you loved the feeling of just holding him. You squeezed firmly once around him and he took a sharp breath.

“Aish, naekkeo, if you keep that up I’ll be hard again…” You giggled, and tugged him into another kiss as he unwrapped your legs and withdrew from you, leaving your body to feel the lack of him as his cum began to seep down your thighs and onto the desk.

“I’m glad I have at least a fraction of the effect on you that you have on me,” you teased, chuckling. He shook his head, then looked up at you with a genuinely curious expression.

“So…my rapping?” You nodded, unabashed. “Since when?” You shrugged.

“Since always. I remember the first time I watched the one of your sets…you know how in some songs you're going hard, and then you switch up the flow and start going really soft and fast?” Yoongi nodded. “Well, the first time I heard you rap like that I ruined my panties. And I didn’t even know you. It was just so fucking hot, I couldn’t help myself.”  Yoongi chewed his bottom lip as if trying to process what you had just told him.

“You’re gonna have to be careful or you’re going to give me a nasty ego,” he scrunched up his lips and nose in that adorable endearing way and you smiled.

“Good, I don’t care. If you’re the best, you’re the best, there’s no denying it,” you shrugged, leaning back on your elbows. “Oh, yeah, and once, in a dream, I was watching you rap at a show and it brought me to orgasm. Like, I had a fucking wet dream because that tongue of yours invaded my sleep,” you divulged, smiling wickedly. Yoongi’s mouth hung open a little, an unreadable expression in his eyes. “Oh, that was after I got to know you, though," you continued, "Not too long before…you know…we gave in.” Yoongi smirked and looked up at you teasingly.

“You’re kinky, you know that?” You shrugged.

“Maybe a little. It’s not like you’re super vanilla yourself,” you shot back, cocking an eyebrow at him while remembering his very enthusiastic reaction to your revelations. Yoongi smirked mischievously. You chuckled and kissed him on the nose.

“Happy birthday, nae sarang,” you murmured warmly, sliding off the desk. After collecting your panties and turning toward the restroom, you shot a coy glance over your shoulder and added, “And by the way, if you get drunk with the guys tonight and want to brag a little…you have my permission.” You tossed him a wink, and stuffed the panties into his pocket before slipping into the bathroom and clicking the door shut with a smile.

-Fin-

#bts fanfction #min yoongi #suga #suga fanfic #agustd fanfiction #fanfiction #smut #bts smut #oneshot #oneshot smut #bts pwp #reader insert #reader insert fanfiction #reader insert smut #bts reader insert #yoongi smut #suga smut #yoongi x y/n #yoongi x reader #yoongi #send me to hong kong #take me to hong kong #bts #bts fanfic

[trashsketch]

Alright! I wanna talk about my thought process behind this crazy detailed piece I made for the hxh adventures zine in 2018! Get ready for plenty of closeups and references.

So the @hxhadventures zine was the very first fandom zine I've ever been accepted in, which was huge for me back then, considering hxh is the first ever fandom I've been deeply involved in! So I was like 'damn...i gotta bust my balls to make a super good piece cause there's so many amazing artists working on this thing.' I will never make a piece this detailed again, probably LOL this took me...so many weeks.

I knew I wanted to make something regarding Yorknew City, and thought back to the marketplace that Leorio and Killua and Gon visited while waiting for Kurapika to get back to them. It reminded me a lot of Mongkok's markets when I visited Hong Kong a few years prior, so I worked with some references from there.

As for what goods would be sold in the stall...well. I was really figuring it out all as I went. After a while of thinking, I decided on drawing a bunch of little references from anything I could remember from hxh. References to characters, places, important props...nevermind that it didn't make sense that the characters were stepping into a shop that was basically meta, it just felt cool as hell to include anything I could remember from the nights when I binged the manga and anime.

Let's start from the top right:

These chinese animal lanterns are references to the 12 zodiacs! And I had to include the blimps that the main cast moved around in from the anime.

As we move lower:

Top row, left to right: Knuckle's nen, Shoot's nen, Knov's glasses, Palm's necklace of knives, Togashi and Naoko dog and rabbit bags (the first of 3 instances I would place them in this drawing)

Bottom row, left to right: Bisky's nen, Netero's nen, Morel's pipe, Kite's nen.

And on the rest of the rows on the wall:

From top to bottom, left to right:

Row 1: Pitou, Pouf, Youfi, Komugi, Meruem, various Gungi tiles

Row 2: Kurapika's nen (the rest of his finger chains from the manga), Leorio's nen (the fist that he used to punch Ging with), Gon's nen (since it's based off jankenpon), Killua's nen (just a lightning bolt lmao), Palm's crystal ball, Hisoka's cards

Row 3: Togashi dog, Naoko rabbit, a (very tiny) representation of the W and E books from dark continent expedition arc, the starting tower of Greed Island, the Hunter symbol.

Row 4: Black whale ship, Heaven's arena tower, I...forgot what this tree was meant to be LOL, the World tree that Gon climbs to see Ging, 1999 anime hunter license, 2011 anime hunter license.

Moving on lower! We have:

Top row: Togashi and Naoko again as plushies, the Greed Island book, a postcard of Whale Island, the Greed Island end prize card case.

Bottom row: Various characters as dolls, a reference to Hisoka viewing everyone as dolls.

And now on the bottom right:

Some of these are various plushies from Alluka's room (it was mostly filler)

And last, but not least:

On the left we have a hookah pipe, because Kurapika was smoking it in the 1999 anime:

And the ring that Gon is pointing at is the ring that they later used as a prize for Leorio's plan!

#my art #hxh #yorknew #leorio #killua #gon #killugon #a very long ramble about the props i included as references to the hxh series itself #hope everyone understands now that i'm insane! #me: i wanna make a love letter for hxh. me 3 weeks into this piece: ughdhgjjkgkjdf

[rowretro]

𝕆𝕙 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪

WARNINGS: Not proof read, none I know of

✧taglist✧:  @nikisdubblchococake @enhypensccstarlight @strawbsj @nikipedia07

✧CHAPTER 3✧

Y/n decided to take the day off of school, given Sunoo’s recent… incident. She was in the luxurious greenhouse, laid on her front, on the floors, a butterfly rested on her forehand. A blue, Ulysses butterfly. Its wings delicate, as it peacefully rested on the soft skin of the girl’s forehand. She smiled, it’s striking blue color. People tend to connect the color blue with a deeper connection. 

The butterfly flew off, joining the other fluttering little creatures. She sat up, mesmerized by nature’s blessing… her late mother’s blessing. Sunoo stepped in a little later. Seeing the girl, smiling up at the beautiful view, a small white butterfly landed on her cheek making her flinch just a little, the flutter of her eyelash made the butterfly detach from her skin. 

The girl turned around hearing footsteps, she stood up as she brushed off whatever dust rested on her skirt. “Y/n… I have to go to Hong Kong for a shoot. It'll take about a month, Jay will be staying here while I’m gone… don’t cause him any trouble ok?” Sunoo warned as the girl pouted.

“I don’t want you to leave…” she said, staring at the ground as the male sighed, patting her head. “I’ll be back before you know it sis… I’m leaving in about 2 hours, I know it’s so soon, but there was a last minute change with the flight.” He explained as the girl sighed. She hugged him goodbye 

The girl groaned loudly as she lay on the floor, seeing Jay lock away her car and motorbike keys. “Rules are rules, tiny. Sunoo told me to ban you from your vehicles for a week for that fight you had with Riki.” Jay explained as the girl whined, getting up. “Only 5 minutes in and I already hate you” the girl pouted as Jay sighed. “Why am I always assigned to babysit?” he mumbled to himself. The girl went to her room, then came out approximately 30 minutes later.

She was dressed in a leather, pleated skirt, and a gray, tee with long flounce sleeves, a small rhinestone heart design in the center, as some pretty lines formed wings around it, her makeup was pretty light, the false manga lashes and her moles being the most prominent parts. “Im going out on a walk.” She simply said, slipping her heels on as Jay frowned. “Well there was nothing about not letting you go out, but it’s dark out so be careful.” He simply said, not wanting to be too controlling.

The girl slipped on her leather jacket and left the building, slipping in her earphones as she took a small walk. She just needed some air. She preferred driving in her car, playing  her favorite spotify playlist, and getting herself a few drinks. But God had different plans for her today. As she walked through the alleyway, a motorbike suddenly skidded past her, hitting the wall.

Gasping, y/n pulled out her earphone and approached the rider cautiously. The girl was going to ask if he was ok, but then she recognized the bike, and that board… the male took his helmet off, groaning. “That Motherfucking wanker” Riki mumbled, as he shook his hair out of his face.

Riki then turned to y/n, mad “ugh, you?!” Riki asked, clearly not that thrilled to see you. The girl rolled her eyes as she was about to walk off only to be stopped by Riki. “Where do you think you’re going?” Riki asked, frowning at her, as she just yanked her wrist away from him. “Nishimura I’m not in the mood to put up with your bullshit.” the girl said, her face void of any emotions, the tension was rising, the 2 glaring at each other.

However, a sudden cry broke their glaring contest. y/n turned to where the sound was coming from, approaching the garbage with caution. When she saw what was inside, she audibly gasped, clearly horrified. Y/n gently picked up the little baby, its eyes barely opening as it cried. Riki frowned, approaching the 2 “awh… were you abandoned by your parents?... or maybe they lost you, don’t worry I’ll find them” the girl cooed as she gently rocked the baby, holding it close to her.

“Don’t promise the poor thing, something like that.” Riki warned as the girl rolled her eyes. “Get lost.” she simply said as she walked off with the baby in her hands. “Oi where are you going?!” Riki asked, jogging after her “Taking the baby to a hospital… it’s so tiny and it was in a trash!” Y/n explained.  The girl walked off before getting stopped by Riki again. “Wait- y/n… Let me come with you.”

✧𝕆𝕙 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪✧

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen ff #enha x reader #enhypen niki ff #enhypen niki #enhypen x reader #ni ki #riki nishimura x reader #nishimura niki #enhypen nishimura riki #engene #nishimura riki #riki nishimura #enhypen angst #enhypen drabbles #enhypen fanfic #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen fic #enhypen fluff #enhypen niki angst #enhypen riki #ni ki enhypen #niki enhypen #mafia enhypen #mafia au #drug lord #bloody sweet #enhypen au #niki reaction

[whinlatter]

think (harry/ginny) | a microfic

day 13 of @hinnymicrofic | prompt: think

He showers quick, tries to scrub the train off him. Snorts at the sight of Vernon’s large bottle of hair-thickening shampoo. Having stared at his uncle’s head all the way back from London, he reckons Vernon’s due a refund.

There's some lurid deodorant of Dudley's - hair gel, too, looks cheap and shit. He feels a stab of pity for whichever poor girl his cousin’s trying to scrub up for these days. Dudley trying to pull, he thinks with a laugh, Christ. But thoughts of pulling lead to thoughts of girls, which lead, inevitably, to thoughts of Ginny.

He shoves the hair gel back on the shelf. Adds Dudley pulling to the don’t think about it list he’d started making on the train, somewhere around the Cumbrian border, when Ron had offered him a Caramel Kappa, Ginny’s favourite, and he’d wanted to throw up all over the chess board.

The Dursleys had waited all of two seconds after he’d slammed the car boot shut before speeding off to dinner at some miserable gastropub off the M3. Suits him fine, wants to be alone. He stabs a fork through the plastic film of his ready-meal, makes sure to puncture the yellow reduced sticker Petunia's left on for his benefit, and watches the bright white of the mashed potato atop the shepherd’s pie whirling around in the microwave. 

You know, it’s made from real shepherd, he’d said to Ginny once. That’s such a dad joke, she’d said, and he’d said I wouldn’t know and she’d said Potter you get one dead dad joke a day and you already used today’s up at breakfast. Shepherd’s pie is on the don’t think about it list, then, he thinks, just before he burns his fingers sliding the ready meal onto a tray. Probably best add cottage pie, too, same idea. Maybe all savoury pies, play it safe.

He flops down on the sofa, feet up on the coffee table, eats straight from the hot plastic as he flicks through channels. The nine o'clock news is all budget this, Hong Kong that, Tim Henman out at Wimbledon. The nine o’clock news is not Dumbledore's dead, Snape murdered him, there’s a war on, Harry Potter's dropped out of school to go hunt bits of Voldemort's dismembered soul. 

Dropped out of school, he thinks. Scandalous, delinquent. What d'you reckon? he asks the Ginny in his head. Harry Potter, troubled dropout? Do anything for you? The Ginny in his head laughs. It’d be fun if she were here, he thinks, curled up next to him on this ugly sofa, taking the piss out of Petunia’s cushion covers and Dudley’s wrestling trophies. Imagines taking her up to his bedroom, pointing out the lamp Dobby whacked himself around the head with. But then the Ginny in his head looks at him and says I never really gave up on you and I knew this would happen in the end, and it all bursts, shatters into a hundred dusty pieces.

He chucks the rest of the meal in the bin, adds dropping out of school to the stupid list. Might as well add the budget, Hong Kong and Tim Henman, why not.

Turns off the telly, goes upstairs and lies on his bed, fully-clothed, staring up at the ceiling, because on the walk from the living room to his bedroom the list has expanded to include his trunk (train, Hogwarts, Ginny), his jumper (still smells a bit like her on the left arm, pathetic), and Hedwig (how does it feel knowing your owl prefers me, Potter?).

He stares out of the window for a while, eyes next door's new extension, which sort of works - ugly nothing suburbia - until he remembers the twins and Ron at the window in a flying Ford Anglia, zooming him off to the Burrow where a little red headed girl is blushing and sticking her elbow in the butter dish and god, this really is shit, isn't it, they weren't lying. She knew then, of course she did. He's never been good at thinking of nothing, has he, and he's thought about her as he falls asleep every day since about October, so what chance does he have now?

He's dreading the dreams the most, knows they'll be unbearable. Almost hopes he dreams of lockets and green light and dead headmasters. Can't be worse than bright brown eyes, freckles on a bottom lip (how do you even get freckles on your bottom lip, Gin? Don't be jealous of my freckles, Potter, just because your skin's so boring), the smell of her hair (what do you mean my hair smells? What is that supposed to mean? Why are you laughing?) and the sound of her laugh and her gasps and the sound of her breathing, soft, lying beside him under the cloak on the lakeshore. Looking down under the table at dinner, seeing her thigh next to his on the bench, hand on his knee, body drawn to his, magnets, magic.

When he wakes groggily the next day - crick in his neck, still in his jeans - his first thought is: he's overslept. He’s missed Ginny on her way down to breakfast, going to be late for Potions, fucked it.

But no, of course not. There’s no Ginny, no breakfast, no Potions. Might still have fucked it, though, who's to say. Don't, he tells himself, as he heads for the bathroom to scrub the night off him, just don't think about it.

now up on AO3 here | ask me anything

#look i’m sorry #i had hinny microfic fomo #couldn’t resist #missed writing harry pov too much #hinny microfic #hinny #writing #fic #ginny weasley #harry potter #harry x ginny #big 1997 mood #tim henman cameo for the tennis fans #microfic

[saltyloafy]

the "came back wrong" idea but its how kazuma thinks of himself after he gets his memory back post dgs2-4.

even with his memories back, he can't wash away the dirt and the callouses on his hands from 9 months working at sea as a manual laborer, an experience he never would have lived had he never gone through the tragedy on the ss burya

he can't get the look in ryunosuke and judicial assistant mikotoba's eyes when they first learned of the assassination contract that he willingly participated in out of his head, the look that said that maybe the kazuma they knew, the kazuma they LOVED, did in fact die and stay dead on that boat

kazuma was never truly carefree even as a boy with the shadow of his supposedly serial-murderer father over him but now that the sheet is fully off of the gruesome scene, can he really ever go back to who he was before? will the guilt of the deaths he couldn't stop just move into the hole left in his heart left by the resolution of his life's ambition?

or how about how kazuma wanted to be the one to show ryunosuke the ropes of being a defense lawyer, but by the time he found him again, he had already grown into everything that he hoped that he could be (just without him). now that he was on the side of the prosecution, kazuma could never stand by his side in that way ever again, yet another thing that changed over that year that he was 'dead'. ryunosuke took his perception of kazuma's dream and flew to greater heights than kazuma ever could have(this is kazuma's thoughts talking), all the while while with kazuma's defense band around his arm and karuma at his hip. 'kazuma asogi' was already living on through ryunosuke, so why did kazuma still need to be here? he could no longer do what he had come to England to do, because someone else had already taken up that niche perfectly

if kazuma wasn't the son of a mass-murderer, the defense attorney who changes the judiciary, or ryunosuke's partner, than who was he?

I think kazuma deserves to be a little fucked up by the shit he was forced to go through as a result of the professor case being dragged out into the open and also his amnesia / hong kong adventure. kazuma already has his new goal in life figured out by the end of the resolve of ryunosuke naruhodo?? I disagree. I don't think kazuma would fit as perfectly into the role of a prosecutor as quickly as he did. I don't doubt he would be a very good prosecutor but after the adrenaline of the professor case fades away, there has got to be some growing pains,,, and seeing ryunosuke having adjusted so well to his absence (221B fam :) ) could not have felt great, even if he would've been accepted into that family in milliseconds if iris got a peak at that tortured face but that's besides the point here

the way that kazuma acted all cold to ryunosuke and susato during the van zieks trial, I can't help but think that he tried to distance himself out of fear that they'd see he had changed and not want to be around him anymore. that because he wasn't the same kazuma that had left japan's shores aboard the ss burya that he wasn't worth being a part of their family anymore. obviously he couldn't be more wrong. but let the samurai boy have a bit a brooding time, he deserves it

#this might be my longest post #I just kept coming up with more nonsense to say #I have a lot of thoughts about kazuma asogi #he's all I've been thinking about lately #I might read this back later and be like 'girl what were you going for here' #or maybe I'll be like 'girl you were COOKING' #we will see #ace attorney #kazuma asogi #kazuma asougi #ryunosuke naruhodo #ryuunosuke naruhodou #tgaa #tgaa2 spoilers #tgaa2 #dgs #dgs2 #dgs2 spoilers #asoryu #but it's only really implied #they're always homosexual to me it informs their actions #character analysis #asoryuu #susato mikotoba #sorta

[dudadragneel]

Aaaand the second one! This one is an original of mine!

Based on the audio and scenes from Over Drive with Mackenyu. (Minutes 56:00 and 1:21:00 for those interested)

HECTIC LIFE

The end of the year was by far the most packed time of the year for K-pop idols. There were a lot of back-to-back performances, most of the time 2, 3, 4 days in a row, even more. A lot of these took part in different countries, which meant different time zones and of course, no rest.

They could be in Korea one day for a performance, finish this performance, and go straight to the airport to go to another country for another one. Inhumane is not enough to describe this hectic schedule.

Some of these events were MAMA, Gayo Daejeon, Gayo Daejejeon, Gayo Daechukje, you name it.

It was hectic and exhausting but it also had some of the best performances from all the groups, which meant fans were both angry at the packed schedules and excited for the performances.

Stray Kids had already performed in Korea, went to Japan, then Hong Kong, and now back to Korea, to say they were tired was an understatement.

They were now scheduled to perform at MAMA and the nerves were up to the roof. MAMA was known to not work properly in a lot of ways, awards, cameras, and stages, sometimes it felt like something went wrong every single time. Wanting to know if they would win an award and if everything would work out, just added to their nervousness.

Getting to the venue, they were all dressed beautifully, earning defeating screams from STAYs and blinding flashes all around.

They would pose with a smile or a serious face, but no matter what, Lee Know's expression just wasn't normal.

Even before leaving the dorm, Lee Know was already feeling weird, tired, and more nervous than he thought. There was an eerie feeling lingering in his mind, telling him something would go wrong today.

At first, they went to the gallery for the first part of the awards, where all the fans could see them and they could watch the other idols' performances.

While the others were clearly enjoying the performances, Lee Knows was a bit restless but still tried to jump in with the others, knowing that his strange actions would catch the attention of the fans and the members.

They would perform towards the end and that was almost killing him, he wasn't feeling his best and he just wanted to get this performance done with and rest in the dressing room or go back to the dorms.

Halfway into the ceremony, that eerie feeling had gotten a little stronger and more present, he felt his chest tightening as if he couldn't breathe properly. Anxiety? He didn't know, but he needed to get away from all this and try to recollect himself.

- Hyung.

He said leaning towards Chan. Usually during these ceremonies, they needed to ask the staff to leave the area, for safety reasons.

- What?

- I need to go to the restroom.

- Okay.

Chan called one of the staff, so they could accompany Lee Know. He didn't really want that, he needed space, especially because if something happened the staff would let the members and their own staff know as well. And despite feeling weird and unwell, he still didn't want to disappoint STAYs and not perform.

He left with the staff following him and the walk to the restroom made his apparent anxiety a little worse. And he could only hope the staff didn't notice his increasingly rapid breathing.

Getting to the restroom he locked the door behind him and went to the sink.

He looked at his complexion in the mirror and noticed he was a little pale and starting to sweat. But that was not his concern at the moment, he needed to calm down before he started to hyperventilate.

He grabbed the edges of the sink, closed his eyes, and focused on his breathing. He tried mimicking what Chan did with him once when he had a panic attack because of his acrophobia.

He counted inside his head, trying to match his breathing to the tempo Chan taught him. It took a few minutes, which worried him that the members would notice and question him, but it worked.

However, after this, he noticed he was a little more sweaty than before and his makeup was mostly gone, and getting back to where the others were like that, would raise suspicion and worry the fans.

He gently wiped the sweat off his face, got out of the restroom and, asked for his staff to touch up his makeup before returning and hoped they wouldn't notice anything. And they didn't, thankfully.

He got back to the others and they didn't ask him anything either so he thought he was safe but little did he know Chan had already picked up on his strange behavior since earlier.

Another hour into the ceremony, they had won an award and Lee Know shivered at the thought of going on stage before the performance. He sucked it up and proudly walked on stage with the member, trying to keep his face as natural as possible, and gave a brief speech of acceptance.

After this, there would be one performance, then it was their turn so they went to the dressing room. And that's when the eerie feeling Lee Know felt earlier completely settled in.

They were all hyped, going over the choreo, getting their makeup done, hair, and clothing, mentally and physically preparing for a 9-10 minute non-stop performance. It was no easy task even when they were in top condition, let alone when they weren't feeling well like Lee Know was.

The dressing room was full of people, with the members and staff altogether. As Lee Know was getting dressed, he started to feel off again, but this time it was stronger.

The eerie feeling from before, which made him have a mild anxiety attack, now came back as a strong wave of nausea. His stomach was flipping and turning and he could feel something creeping up his chest. He was going to be sick.

He quickly finished getting dressed and left the room without anyone noticing. Once he was out of that crowded and stuffy dressing room, the nausea grew stronger, as if his body knew he was alone and wanted to get everything out. He darted off to the bathroom when he felt something hit the back of his throat. Some people in the hallway noticed him but he didn't care, he just needed to get to the bathroom and pray no one else was there, the last thing he needed was someone hearing him being sick.

Thankfully the bathroom was empty, he entered one of the stalls and locked the door behind him, as he bent over the toilet, hands on the wall for support. He squeezed his eyes and tried breathing deeply, he knew it wouldn't matter but even so, he also knew that getting sick right now could jeopardize his performance in a few minutes.

He only managed to control it for a few seconds, and then his stomach jumped and contracted, making him lurch forward as he threw up the food he had earlier.

Back in the dressing room, the boys were almost all ready so Chan was checking if everything was in place and everyone had their outfits and makeup done, and then he noticed Lee Know wasn't there, and his instincts told him something was definitely wrong, like he suspected earlier.

- Kids, has anyone seen Lee Know?

- No. But I think he left a few minutes ago.

- Okay. I'll go look for him, the rest of you finish getting ready, we're up in a few.

- Okay, hyung!

Chan left the dressing room to look for Lee Know, but he knew exactly where his dongsaeng was, so he went straight to the bathroom.

Getting there, he moved to the one stall that was locked and he heard a rather loud retch coming from inside then something hitting the water in the toilet. Just like he suspected, Lee Know was sick.

Chan wanted to get in there and help his dongsaeng but if he dealt with it alone until now, it meant he didn't want to show this side of him, at least not today. As a leader and hyung, he knew that trying to reach out to Lee Know could have the opposite result and get the boy even more worked up.

So he just stood by the door, listening as Lee Know retched and gagged up another strong wave. Chan couldn't help but grimace a little and make the decision of not helping him. He could only hope Lee Know would be able to perform like he knew he wanted, and that nothing happened on stage.

Chan went back to the dressing room and was immediately questioned about Lee Know, and he only gave a lame excuse and said he was just in the bathroom and coming back to get ready.

Back in the bathroom, Lee Know was feeling like his stomach still had a lot to get rid of. He was still in the same position, bent over the toilet, spitting out saliva, only waiting for the next wave, which came eventually.

As liquid hit the back of his throat, a foul taste took over his mouth and immediately came out, mixing with the putrid mess inside the toilet. He knew that it was getting close to the time of the performance so he needed to recollect himself and head back to the dressing room. He spat out one more time before flushing the toilet and then straightened his back and took deep breaths, trying to control himself and his stomach.

He finally calmed himself down and walked out of the stall to rinse his mouth and look in the mirror if his clothes had any vomit on them. Thankfully everything was clean, his expression looked tired but he still had to get his makeup done which would help hide it a bit.

He headed back to the dressing room and just like Chan, said he was only in the bathroom. He sat on the chair to get his makeup done.

Everyone was ready, only the final touch-ups, and headed to the stage. Ash they were lined up, Chan made sure everyone was good to go and then went to Lee Know.

- Hey, you good?

- Yeah. I'm fine.

- Okay, then. STRAY KIDS ALL AROUND THE WORLD, YOU MAKE STRAY KIDS STAY.

Chan yelled to get their spirits up and entered the stage.

The screams from the fans were deafening but incredibly encouraging and for a brief moment, Lee Knows forgot how he was feeling and started the performance.

He sang and danced like he was on his best day while being one of his worst so far. A few minutes into the performance, Lee Know felt tired and weird, his stomach was jumping, flipping around, and hurting with each movement, and thought he wouldn't be able to finish the performance.

At one point in choreography, he kneeled and Chan was right in front of him and mouthed.

- Are you okay?

Lee Know just nodded, whatever strength he had left he needed to store to finish everything and get out of there.

Throughout the rest of the performance, Lee Know couldn't quite hide his painful expressions anymore but danced and sang through his discomfort, and Chan glued his eyes on him, preparing for anything that could happen.

By the end, Lee Know was exhausted, he didn't know how he was still standing or how he hadn't thrown up yet. He kept his composure until the moment the lights were out, that's when his exhaustion took over him.

He would've fallen on the ground if Chan didn't catch him on time. The older boy tried helping him to his feet but he had lost all strength in his legs, so Chan basically carried him out, followed by six worried kids.

Once they were backstage, Lee Know felt something rush up his chest and broke away from Chan's hold, he knew he was gonna vomit and he wanted to get away from him, to not risk it getting on him.

He stumbled to a walk and leaned on it as a thick stream of vomit gushed out of him hitting the ground with a sickening sound and startling everyone.

- Minho-ah!

Chan ran to his dongsaeng's side quickly holding him as the boy swayed when another wave came out.

- That's it, get everything out, hyung is right here.

Chan was Lee Know's only hyung in the group and his warm presence always allowed him to act like a dongsaeng, it always broke his walls.

Chan started rubbing Lee Know's back and chest to help the boy get through another round of vomiting, the boys watching back with worried eyes.

- Chan-hyung, what's wrong with him?

- I don't know exactly but he's been acting off since we left the dorm and I caught him vomiting when we were getting dressed. I didnt-

He was interrupted by the sound of retching coming from Lee Knows as his stomach contracted bringing up more putrid liquid, arching his back painfully.

- Keep going, Minho-ah. You're doing good.

After this wave, Lee Know was feeling ten times more exhausted than before, his breathing was still erratic and his vision was getting blurry and dark.

He tried to deal with this on his own all day, containing every need to call his hyung, even when he really wanted him by his side and now that he was, he felt completely worn out.

- Hyung....I really don't feel well...

He said, leaning most of his weight on Chan before fainting, the oldest managing to hold him and gently guiding him to the ground and laying him on the ground.

- Can someone get the medical staff? Quickly!

Chan ordered and the staff quickly scattered to find them, while the boys stood nearby, with worried faces.

- Why didn't he tell us?

- You know how he is. Just like me, he doesn't want to show, he prefers to deal with things on his own. I knew but didn't tell you out of respect for him. Not my best decision as a leader.

The medical staff came and checked his vitals, his heartbeat was still fast but mainly due to the performance and his blood pressure was a bit lower than normal.

- We need to move him to the dressing room, he might need an IV.

- Alright.

Chan picked him up on his back and took him to the dressing room, followed by the staff and the members.

The staff stretched out a mattress on the ground for Lee Know and Chan carefully settled him there. The medical staff lifted his legs up, so his blood would flow back and started prepping the IV.

- How many times did he vomit?

- For all I can tell, twice.

- Okay. We'll put him on IV fluids just for precaution that he might be a little dehydrated and exhausted. It might've been a case of overwork and anxiety, I don't think it's a bug or anything since he doesn't have a fever.

- Alright. What should we do?

The leader asked.

- Just let him rest. He shouldn't move for a while, I'd advise a little break but that's a decision for your doctor and the company.

- Thank you.

As they were talking, Lee Know's senses started to come back, and as a common symptom of fainting, he felt incredibly nauseous all of a sudden. He was barely awake when he gagged, catching the attention of the members and medical staff.

- Turn him to his side.

Chan helped the staff move Lee Know so he wouldn't choke as he threw up a thin stream of vomit mixed with bile, Chan rubbing his back and keeping still.

Lee Know coughed a few times and another tiny wave came out.

He was still getting back to his senses, trying to understand what was happening and who were all these people, he was so confused he reached out to his safe place, Chan.

- Hyung....what's going on?

He asked weakly, looking at the access on his arm and holding Chan's shirt.

- You don't remember?

- It's kind of fuzzy...

- You threw up as soon as you came off stage and then passed out. The medical staff said it might've been a case of overwork and anxiety. They put you in IV fluids because you might be dehydrated.

- I'm sorry...I'm sorry for worrying you...

- Don't apologize. I noticed but I figured you wouldn't want anyone to see you like this.

- Sorry...

- Stop apologizing. But what were you feeling exactly?

- I don't know...I just felt weird when we left the dorms...like, something would go wrong. When we were watching the performances, I felt unwell, it felt like a panic attack and then before going on stage, my stomach felt off.

- Then it might've been exhaustion.

- Hyung, we'll stay here with you for a bit before we leave for the gallery again.

Changbin said smiling and kneeling beside Lee Know

- Thanks...

- How are you feeling?

'm tired...and really nauseous...

- Do you wanna puke again?

- Not now...

Lee Know closed his eyes to try to recollect himself, his heartbeat was back to normal as well as his breathing, but his stomach was still in turmoil.

The other members took this time to take a breather and Changbin stood by Lee Know's side and gave him a massage on his neck to try to relax his hyung.

- Woah... This feels good...thanks Changbin-ah...

- you're welcome, hyung.

Lee Know enjoyed the massage as much as he could before he started feeling nauseous again.

- Changbin-ah, can you help me up?

- Sure.

Changbin put his arms under Lee Know's gently helped him sit up and stood behind him keeping him steady.

- Hyung, are you gonna throw up?

- Maybe...

- Can someone pass me a bucket?

- Here.

Chan brought the bucket and placed it in front of Lee Know. Now that he was conscious, he didn't want to be sick anymore, even though everyone knew he was sick, he still didn't want to show.

He closed his eyes and took deep breaths, focusing on Changbin who was still massaging his nape. He suppressed a gag and started swallowing convulsively, clenching his fists until his knuckles turned white, his mouth went numb and his eyes were watery.

- Hyung, if you need to be sick just go ahead. No one will judge you. We are all family here.

Changbin started rubbing Lee Know's back up and down trying to relax him and stimulate him, but he was still fighting the urge. Chan noticed it and talked to the others, telling them to back away and focus on other stuff, while he moved to Lee Know's side blocking him from the others' view.

- Hey, hey. Hyung's right here, okay? No one is seeing you.

Changbin kept on rubbing his back while Chan stood by his side, blocking the view and keeping a firm hand on his shoulder.

The motion of rubbing his back from his lower back to his shoulder blades seemed to have stimulated him enough as he leaned a bit forward letting out a wet burp. Chan decided to grab the bucket and get it a little closer to Lee Know, who let out one more wet burp that was immediately followed by a gag that brought up more of his stomach's content.

Changbin was still rubbing his back while he puked up another wave of putrid liquid, the stench starting to fill the room.

- That's it, hyung.

Changbin reassured.

Lee Know took a couple of deep breaths but his stomach was on a mission to make him feel miserable and made him lurch forward, his back arching painfully.

- Oh god.

Chan said as he and Changbin held Lee Know firmly, steadying him so he wouldn't fall over.

He lurched forward one more time, ducking his head on the bucket, Chan decided to hold his dongsaeng's bangs out of the way as Changbin pat his back to help him vomit whatever got stuck in his throat.

After another round came up and then he was left dry heaving, face pale and sweaty and his skin felt clammy to the touch as Chan noticed. He also noticed Lee Know was panting again, his chest heaving up and down.

- Hyung...it's hard to breathe...

He said weakly, his expression was clearly uncomfortable and his difficulty breathing was evident.

- Let's get you out of this clothes. They are too tight. Can you stand for a while? Just so we can change your clothes? Hyung and Changbin will hold you.

- Thanks hyung...

Chan and Changbin put their arms around Lee Know and slowly propped him up and made sure he wasn't dizzy before moving him to a more secluded place. Lee Know had a scar on his abdomen that he didn't like showing around, only the members saw it and out of respect Chan decided to take him somewhere else to change clothes.

Lee Know's legs were like jelly, he could barely put any strength on them, so Chan and Changbin were basically caring him. When they were out of view, Chan started to help Lee Know undress and Changbin stood behind ready hold him in case he felt faint again.

- Raise your arms.

Chan helped him out put on a loose shirt, he was sure those tight clothing were doing more harm than good, and some sweatpants. But all the movement upset his stomach again. Damn it, he just didn't seem to be able to take a break today. But this time he was so tired he couldn't even warn them about it and just lurched forward as his stomach continued on its mission to empty itself.

- Oh!

- S-sorry-.

- No no, it's okay. Don't worry about it.

Chan said as he held him steady. He didn't have much left other then stomach fluids and the last bit of what seemed to be last week's food.

- Let's get you on the couch. You need to lay down or you'll faint again.

They did the same and guided Lee Know to the couch, carefully laying him down and covering him. The medical staff checked his vitals one more time, they were mostly normal, except for his blood pressure which was still low, so they kept him in IV fluids for the time being.

And then it was time for the others to go back to the gallery to watch the rest of the ceremony and hopefully win other awards.

- Minho-ah, try to rest okay? We'll come back soon and go home, okay?

- Okay...thanks hyung...

Thankfully they had really awesome managers and they stayed with Lee Know when the others left. They helped Lee Know as he got sick a few more times before basically passing out.

The group did win other awards and upon getting to the stage to get the award and make a speech, they knew everyone would noticed the absence of a member.

So Chan took the responsibility of explaining what happened without much details, saying Lee Know felt unwell after the performance and was resting and that he was happy to get the award.

The ceremony was finally over and the members rushed to the dressing room to check on Lee Know and the managers explained he vomited a few times and then was knocked out.

They changed their clothes and gathered everything so they could leave the venue and get Lee Know home so he could properly rest.

The company later issued a statement explaining Lee Know's absence on stage at the end of the ceremony and announcing he'd take a little break to fully recover.

He didnt like to miss out on any schedules, especially performances but he was thankful for his hyung and his dongsaengs who took care of him during the week he was recovering.

#emeto #sickfic #whump #kpop sickfic #kpop emeto #stray kids emeto #stray kids sickfic #skz emeto #skz fanfic #skz sickfic #lee know emeto #lee know sickfic #lee know x reader #bang chan x reader #hyunjin x reader #felix x reader #changbin x reader #jisung x reader #seungmin x reader #jeongin x reader #skz fluff #skz angst

[camlannpod]

first of all: I am having a blast with Camlann, it's been a while since I've excitedly awaited the new episodes of an audio drama! Thank you for putting this amazing story out in the world :) I have Very Important Burning Questions after the main character descriptions - 1) what type of dog/breed is Gelert? 2) is Gwaine a snapback guy? 3) are there any sort of headcanons floating around regarding Kay's appearance (ngl, I heard him speak and I was immidiately like. yeah. this checks out. annoying little shit :) ) bonus question: has there been any concious choice made for the spelling of the names? as someone who has studied the mabinogi and had to translate sections pwyll and branwen (and voluntarily had a go at Yr Afallenau Myrddin), I have noticed my brain tends to default to certain spellings, so I was wondering if there is a reason for the spellings you've chosen?

Hello hello hello!!!! Thank you so much for the kind words this is lovely of you!!!!

Regarding your questions:

Gelert is an Irish Wolfhound! Big grey boi

Hmmm, snapback might be slightly too American for him. Gwaine is quite proudly Scottish. He was living in Bristol though, so he's definitely a fashionable sunglasses guy.

Hahaha yep! Honestly with Kay the defining feature is Forgettable. Like, I'm kind of joking and I'm kind of not. He's someone who easily blends into crowds and who people tend to pass over and underestimate. He was a scrum-half on the rugby team, so he's definitely wiry. But he's not bulky, and I always imagine everything about him being a bit washed out. I also imagine him as shorter than Arthur and Gwaine.

Kind of! Also hell YES fellow medieval Welsh person!! So broadly speaking when it comes to the character's modern names I wanted very modernised, easy to pronounce names. This is partly a practical issue - the actors have to say the names a lot, and not all of them speak Welsh. But it's also about the fact that Camlann is very much a story that rejects the premise that there is a 'pure' or 'true' version of any story, or the idea that you need the oldest or most accurate name to really connect with it. So with Gwaine - Gavin, Owen, Owain etc could work just as well as Gawain. It's also sometimes a character choice - for example Dai very specifically wanted to keep using a Welsh name when he moved to England. Dai is easy for English speakers to say, but still distinctively Welsh, so it was the compromise he settled for. And then sometimes it's kind of a backstory thing - Gwen's Dad Kai taught Western Literature at a university in Hong Kong. He was a single dad, and Gwen was his only child, so they're very close. Gwen's mother gave her her Chinese name, Shújūn, but left when she was a baby. So, (unusually), Gwen and her Dad chose her English name together when she was a teenager. But because Kai taught broadly Western Literature, he was working with English Arthuriana rather than Welsh, hence Guinevere/Gwen instead of, for example, Gwenhwyfar.

Thank you so much for the questions, andf for listening to the show!!! It's always exciting to get a chance to ramble about it.

#camlann #camlann podcast #question this #jasprjordamn

[mah-o-daryaa]

ATLA Modern AU: Avatar Edition

This is going to be a slightly different post. I don't think people ever consider the past Avatars in an AU set in a modern setting. Where do you think they would come from, if they had IRL nationalities?

For sake of simplicity, let's say the AU takes place in the United States, since most ATLA Modern AU fics I've read take place there, mostly in the San Francisco Bay Area. We could also use NYC as the setting, since Republic City is roughly based on 1920's Manhattan. I think this task would be much easier if we consider the real-life influences for each of the four nations. I'll be using this post as a reference for these influences.

For example, the Air Nomads are based off of Tibetan Buddhists with some Nepalese and Bhutanese influences, so it would be pretty obvious to make Aang Tibetan in a Modern AU. The same would also go for Yangchen, although I would personally prefer Bhutanese or Sikkimese Yangchen because the Western Air Temple (I'm not talking about the episode) is inspired by Bhutanese cliffside temples. Another option would be making both Aang and Yangchen part of a Tibetan diaspora living in India. Kyoshi, being half-Air Nomad, would also be of Tibetan ancestry.

The Fire Nation is inspired by a combination of Chinese and Japanese cultures, while Ember Island being inspired by Southeast Asian, mostly Thai and Cambodian culture. In a Modern AU, I can see Roku being Thai, while Wan and Szeto would most likely be Chinese, Szeto is from Hong Kong/Macau. I also have a particular desire for Korean Wan, for no other reason than the fact that his VA, Steven Yeun, is Korean. I also wouldn't mind Wan being part of a Chinese diaspora from Malaysia or Singapore.

The Earth Kingdom, being the largest and most diverse of the four nations, is inspired by many Chinese dynasties, various ethnic minority groups in China, and even other Asian cultures altogether. However, we'll be paying attention to one specific cultural influence in Kyoshi's appearance: Heian/Edo Japan. She wears samurai gear and kabuki makeup. How in the name of the Moon Spirit am I not supposed to make Kyoshi Japanese (half-Japanese, anyway)? Kyoshi Island, formerly known as Yokoya, is literally ATLA's equivalent to Japan in the real world. There are even Ainu influences in Kyoshi Island, what with the clothing of the people in Suki's village.

The last nation is the Water Tribes, and the last two Avatars left are Kuruk and Korra. Now, the Water Tribes actually have a more diverse range of cultural influences than what we might expect. According to both @atlaculture and @kkachi95, the SWT is based on Inuit, Yupik and other First Nation peoples, with some Polynesian influences as well. The NWT, in addition to these influences, is also influenced by Mongolian and Siberian peoples. Since Kuruk is from the NWT, in a Modern AU, he would probably be Siberian, mostly Yakut, but I wouldn't mind Mongolian Kuruk either. For Korra, since she is half-NWT and half-SWT, I think she would be mixed like Kyoshi, except Korra would probably be half-Inuit, half-Yupik. I also want Kuruk and Korra to be part of a Mongolian or Central Asian diaspora living in Russia (I'll admit, I'm only saying this because I really want them to speak Russian), but that probably wouldn't work due to the differences in their cultures in-universe.

I have an idea for a Modern AU involving the Avatars, as well as their backstories for said AU, but that's for another time. For now, I turn this question over to you guys, and I want to know your thoughts on my nationality headcanons.

#atla #atla modern au #past avatars #aang #yangchen #roku #wan #szeto #kyoshi #kuruk #korra #atla headcanons #mah rambles #imagine this

[lili-lilith9]

Imagine Simon and special force 141 has some mission about terrorism that happened and they have to catch them but they don't have enough info. Yet you have enough info for that and ghost and others go after you.

Tags: slow burn, smut, Simon Riley x reader, cod, and something that isn't in main line

This has nothing to do with original line so. Please consider about this

Part 1

3 hours after terrorism happened

Special force 141 has received their mission about terrorist happened in Hong Kong recently and one who did it was British person so they had to handle this matter but lack of information is holding them back. Evidence none. How many seen their face and what they talked none except you.

They had to do background checks about you and made summary for others

[your background information]

24 years old.

Female

Newly graduated college

Owns small beauty business

Your weight and height

Recent location London

6 hours after received mission info

They headed to hotel you were staying but you was out of hotel. So they had to wait outside of hotel you are staying.

When they get to see your sight, they rush over and pull you into truck.

You was quite calm for this situation you studied your situation. As soon as they stopped at red light you kick and get off the car and start running back to your hotel.

Simon get off the car and chases you which makes you panic and run.

He was catching up so you had to go to the nearest crowded place. You blend in public which makes harder for ghost to catch you.

When you came back to hotel and pack everything you have. As soon as you done packing you grabbed your luggage and opened the door. Saw 5 big men towering over you.

They dragged you to thr base and locked you in dark room with small light.

***

Ghost and soap came in and soap started to question you.

Soap:- so y/n we need information about terrorism happened in Hong Kong

:- you guys chased and kidnapped for this information? You scoffed

Soap:- well kinda need to

:-why don't you guys just knocked fucking door and ask that like normal person. I could have tell it. Almost yelling

Soap:- well we're not normal person.

:- what are you cat.

Ghost:- stop playing around and answer the question

:- oh scary skull faced guy sorry for didn't answered your question but you guys are need to fix that attitude

:-and oh yeah. Hong Kong terrorist. Yeah I seen his face. I don't recall his face good. But I can tell it's him by picture.

Ghost:- height?

:- around 5 foot 8 something and little bulky body, has blondish brown hair. I don't know it was dark so

Ghost:- good. Let's go soap

After about 5 minutes later someone entered and stabbed you in the abdomen before you could scream for help. It was men you saw at terrorist. Then he left.

***

You wake up at hospital bed of base. Which you saw ghost beside you. You groan.

Which ghost left and nurse and doctor came in. Analyzing your wound and heart beat.

Soap and price came in and asks who did it

:- man of one that I saw

To be continue

English is not my mother tongue so if there is mistake just ignore it

#simon riley fluff #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x you

[lavenderbexlatte]

day 5: mile-high club

nct/wayv 1.9k words female reader insert Reader x Wong Kunhang (Hendery) NSFW

🖤 warnings: idol au, public sex, penetrative sex (f receiving), they fuck in an airplane okay idk what you expected🖤

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You have never wished for the gift of being clueless more than you're wishing for it in this moment.

Because, of course, you know too much. You're observant by nature, and you like that trait most of the time. It's helpful. It keeps things interesting.

It also means that you know full well that the person in the seat next to you on this half-full flight from Hong Kong to Seoul is famous.

You don't know who he is, exactly. It's not that serious. But you can tell just by looking at him that he's someone. Famous people have this air, especially these young sheltered ones. Not cocky, like rich American popstars. Nervous, as if they're about to be scolded at any time. This one looks like that.

He's handsome, though. From the peeks you've been able to sneak as the flight attendant handed you a water over him, anyway. He's got a hat on, and a mask, but you can see the telltale flawless skin and terrified eyes of a young, company-stranglehold celebrity.

There's a seat between you. He's in the aisle, you the window. It's still too close for comfort. You wish you were the kind of person who didn't notice things.

Because now, all you can think about is who he might be. What he might look like, under the careful disguise. And, kind of evilly, how many girls in how many countries would kill for the opportunity you have, here, just to be next to him.

It's only a three-hour flight.

So when the flight attendant returns with snacks - the only service on this short flight - you make the most of your chance to break the ice.

You drop your pretzels on him.

The bag is closed, of course. You're not a monster who's about to waste a snack for attention. But it falls into his lap, and he barks out a startled laugh.

"Sorry," you say, flashing him your best smile.

Like you'd expected, he jumps at being addressed. His eyes dart to you.

It's as if he thinks any person who looks at him is going to whip out a camera and start making calls. So-and-so from such-and-such group is here! Look!

"Can...I have my pretzels?" you ask gently.

"Oh!" He startles all over again, snatching up the little packet and holding it in your general direction.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Words. That's progress.

"D'you fly this route a lot?" you ask.

He actually looks at you this time. "...A couple times a year, maybe?"

You nod. "This was my first trip to Hong Kong."

"For what?"

Ice, broken.

"Work," you say.

Your business trip was three days and two nights, and you've been bored out of your mind since you left your hotel room the first morning. Conferences are inherently boring. This is the most fun you've had in weeks, as you watch this anonymous celebrity's curious eyes as you give a vague summary of your long weekend abroad.

"Me, too," he says, when you've finished.

You grin. "You?"

"Yeah."

"You work?"

The two of you obviously aren't speaking his first language right now, but he catches your joke easily. "Do I look like I don't work?"

"You look..." you hesitate, and he notices.

He notices, and he wilts. As if he's expecting you to realize, to recognize. To ruin this moment of human to human.

"I-"

"Good," you interrupt, before he can shut down on you completely. "Too good. Like a nepo baby."

"Nepo baby." He turns the phrase over on his tongue.

"Nepotism. Personality hire. Friend of a friend? Daddy's money, maybe?" you tease.

He smiles. His mask is still on, but you can tell by the crinkling lines near his eyes.

"All talent."

It's a hint, a little hint about who he really is. You just let it lie.

You grin back, but you sit more firmly in your seat, straightening up from the way you'd been leaning toward him to talk. You've done your searching, now you can give him some space.

That lasts for about one episode of television on the cramped little seatback screen.

After that one episode, your handsome seatmate gets up to use the restroom, and he leaves his phone on the empty middle seat.

You don't think it's on purpose, but the phone is unlocked. Open, plain as day, messaging up all queued up and the most recent texts plainly visible.

You're not in the business of snooping, usually, but come on. You're only human. And the most recent message, one from your seatmate sent to a contact in a language that you can't read, says something in another language that you certainly can read.

Well, some of it. The word "pretty" stands out pretty starkly. The blushing emoji doesn't hurt.

So he thinks you're pretty.

When he comes back, you've got another episode playing, innocent as can be.

He sees the open phone, still just laying there, showing everything, and he grabs it so fast that he nearly drops it.

You let him sit with the question that he so obviously wants to ask for just a moment, or two. You can see his uncertain gaze, trying to wager if it's worth embarrassing himself.

You pull your earphone out on the near side, and you meet his eye. "I think you're pretty, too."

The earbud goes back in, as he faceplants into his palms.

There's only two hours of the flight left, now.

You can't even finish the episode. You're too curious.

"So, it's mutual," you say lightly.

"I guess so," he replies.

His voice is small, strangled with self-consciousness but also something else. You figure it out when you see him eyeing the row ahead. He must be on this flight with other people. People who wouldn't be too pleased to see him doing...anything, really. Company people, maybe, work people.

Well, you don't really want to get him in trouble. But he is very pretty.

"If you..." You're trying to word your question carefully. "If you could do something about that, would you?"

"Do something?"

"I think you're pretty. It's mutual. In some situations, people would do something about that."

You don't know why you're doing this. He's obviously nervous, and he's obviously famous. You also think he's probably out of your league, under that mask.

"I can't really do things like that," he says.

"Have you ever tried?"

The airplane cabin is only half full, maybe less, but like any flight, it's dark. Simulated nighttime, even for a short trip. Easier if the passengers sleep through the whole thing.

You stand up. Everyone in the rows around you - maybe six people, including the tired-looking middle-aged guy in the row ahead that your seatmate had been eyeing, and the two young men beside him - are asleep, with eyemasks and headphones. The works.

"You can come if you want."

He looks confused, until you head toward the restrooms at the center of the plane. You make sure he's watching which one you choose, and of course, he is. You lock yourself into the little booth, barely enough room for one person, and wait. You wash your hands, for good measure.

There's no reason why he would come. If the flight attendants catch you, if that guy he's with sees, the consequences could be-

But then there's a tentative little knock. Barely loud enough to hear, over the normal noise of the plane.

When you unlock the door, he pressed himself inside so quickly that you stumble against the rounded wall. He's got the mask pulled nearly all the way up to the brim of his hat, face completely hidden except for two very anxious eyes.

"You didn't have to-"

"I wanted to." He locks the door, leaning against it. "One crazy thing. Just once."

"Careful. If you like it, you'll have to do more," you say somberly.

He laughs softly, just a sharp breath. "Don't care."

Under the mask, he has a long, handsome, masculine face, classic like a movie star. Under the hat, he has long glossy black hair that practically touches his shoulders, cut in lovely rounded waves.

Under his shirt (though you don't take it off, for time and convenience), a thin, wiry physique that makes you think he's probably a dancer, not a model or actor.

Under his joggers, a pair of well-worn black boxer briefs that do not a single thing to hide his half-hardness, his length and girth that both have you wondering how you're going to walk out of here like nothing happened.

Under all of your clothes, it's just you, but the way he's watching as you strip the layers away makes you feel like you must not be half bad.

"Is this illegal?" you wonder, as you settle back against the wall with your panties hanging off one leg.

"Probably," he says. "Do you wanna stop?"

"No."

That's all he needs to hear, apparently, because he's got his length freed and your leg hitched around his hip lightning-fast.

"What can I...what's your name?" he asks, as the hot, broad head of him nudges up against you.

You're honest. You tell him your first name.

He smiles, showing off very straight, slightly overlarge teeth. "Call me Hendery."

It sounds like a fake name, because nobody's fucking name is Hendery, but now isn't the time.

Hendery pushes in, and you sigh, pitching forward to bury your face in the crook of his neck to muffle any other noises, and to avoid looking at his gorgeous face.

Eight hours ago you were having cheap coffee in a stupid boardroom with Ms. Li from the Hong Kong branch, and now you're having your insides rearranged in an airplane lavatory.

It's extremely unfair that this man is handsome, well-endowed, and somehow also talented, in this, regard, as he keeps a bruising pace while avoiding any kind of telltale rattling of the folding lavatory door, keeping you close but also letting you tip your head back again, expose your throat, stifle your noises into the meat of your arm.

"Wish you didn't have to be quiet," he says.

You huff out a laugh. "Unless you want paparazzi waiting for us, I gotta-"

"Paparazzi?" he grins. "What would they want?"

"You tell me."

He doesn't tell you, but he does grip you harder by the hip, use the leverage of this position to pull you in time with his motions, force you down harder, faster...

Maybe it's the adrenaline, or the risk, or the fear, or maybe this guy really is some kind of supernatural force, because your peak is looming. Your head is buzzing, your veins thrumming...

Hendery is gonna make you cum, like this.

You tell him, and he laughs. You can feel it reverbing in his thin chest. He trails his lips over your cheek, down to your throat.

Playfully, he bites.

Your world goes white.

-----

It's strange, to be back home so soon. Familiar soil, Incheon Airport arrivals, getting yourself a snack.

The convenience store is mostly empty, due to the late hour and the odd time of year. That's just fine, though, because it means that no one is around when you scream.

You don't mean to, of course. It's not even a whole scream, just a startled yelp. And you thank your lucky stars that the bottle in your hand doesn't pop when you drop it on the floor. The mess would just be the icing on this cringe cake.

It's a birthday message on the electronic screens at the mouth of the store. The kind of things that music and drama fans buy out for their idols, whitewashed photographs and cheesy well-wishes.

Happy Birthday to our prince, it reads.

His name really is Hendery.

Hm. Well.

You take your snacks, and head to checkout.

He looks better than that in person.

#kinktober 2023 #kpop kinktober #wayv fanfic #nct fanfic #hendery fanfic #nct hendery fanfic #wayv hendery fanfic #nct hendery smut #wayv hendery smut #wong kunhang fanfic #nct smut #wayv smut

[propaganda-inc]

Thought I'd post some more propaganda, since people are really getting mad at ONLY /u/Spez for this. For the people in the back that are still using Reddit- this is ultimately the reason why I left Reddit.

TL;DR: Yes, /u/spez is the CEO of Reddit, but now he's beholden to the true owners of Reddit- Literal white supremacists, Chinese businesses looking to subvert American democratic values, and businesses that are desperately looking for new ways to make money after a pandemic has gutted the people dry of all the money it could take.

Let's get a little Pepe Silvia in here, shall we? Setting mood music:

Reddit was originally founded by /u/Spez (real name Steve Huffman), Alexis O'Hanion, and Aaron Swartz (RIP). In 2006, Conde Nast bought Reddit. So, if you read Vogue, Pitchfork, Wired, Vanity Fair, & the New Yorker, you may have gotten some of the same content owned by the same company- just through a magazine rather than Reddit. Also, since June 2020, Conde Nast has claimed that their advertising revenue has gone down 45% have gone down dramatically since the pandemic, alongside the cancellation of major publications by Conde Nast. Buut in 2017, Reddit was made into an independent subsidiary by Advance Publications. Sounds like an innocent enough name, until you look at which companies these lovely people own:

That Charter Communication, is just a fancy name for the lovely ISP known as Spectrum- Better known to some of our older folks as Time Warner Cable. You know, one of the ISPs so hated in the United States that they actively changed their name so that people wouldn't recognize them doing their dirty work again?

Isn't it interesting that one of the main complaints by Huffman is that Reddit isn't getting it's due in advertising revenue? Huh. I wonder where he's getting that from. But that's only one section of the shit sandwich. Let's talk about some of the lovely* investors that Reddit's had on aboard since 2006. The list is.... interesting. 2014: A group of investors, including Marc Andressen (an investor in nearly all of the major social media networks that exist), Peter Thiel (a literal white supremacist), and for some reason, Snoop Dogg and fucking Jared Leto. 2017: Advance Publications buys Conde Nast and subsequently Reddit, raising its valuation to about $1.8 billion. 2019: Tencent (you know, the CHINESE VIDEO GAME COMPANY THAT HAS BANNED PLAYERS FROM THEIR GAMES FOR SUPPORTING HONG KONG DEMOCRACY DEMONSTRATIONS) buys a 5% stake in the company. Did I mention that Tencent is also the largest gaming company in the world? 2021: Fidelity Investments(??? an insurance firm and mutual fund????) decides to add another $700 million to the pot, giving them a whole stake as well too. So, let's tie this all together. Yes, /u/spez is the CEO of Reddit, but now he's beholden to the true owners of Reddit- Literal white supremacists, Chinese businesses looking to subvert American democratic values, and businesses that are desperately looking for new ways to make money after a pandemic has gutted them dry. Of course Huffman is going to stay the course on this one- his job literally depends on it in the first place. All of the people that make this site (what other social media network do you know that doesn't pay it's mods and is valued at $10 billion dollars) ? have been tossed to the side in favor of making money. Remember this:

Reddit and its investors do not give a fuck about their community.

They do not give a fuck about their moderators. They do not give a fuck about disability rights. Most of all? They don't give a fuck about you.

#reddit api #reddit refugee #reddit blackout #reddit protest #r/196 #pepe silvia #conspiracy #Youtube

[elusivewildflower]

The Other Fitzroy | Reader x Court Gentry/Sierra Six | Pt. 1

Pairing: Fitzroy!Reader x Court Gentry/Sierra Six

Summary: You’re Donald Fitzroy’s eldest niece, and Claire’s older sister. This takes place about 2 years ago when the home address in Hong Kong was leaked. Reader is in their early 20s. 

Warnings: Cursing, blood, death of a minor character, smut, fingering, unprotected p in v. I think that’s it? 

Word Count: 7.5k 

A/N: It has been like 5 months since I have written anything, and I’ve found that I’m terrible at writing short fics. But, I am currently obsessed with The Gray Man and have a little series planned in my head. I hope that you’ll enjoy, and I welcome feedback! 

MINORS DNI

Your fingers were beginning to prune from being immersed in dish water for god knows how long. You silently cursed yourself and your sister for loving those stupid cute cups and tumblers, the ones that had to be washed by hand. They’d pile up next to the sink until the two of you had almost run out of clean ones before someone finally bit the bullet and completed the task of washing them. You were grateful for being the one who finally cracked. You needed the distraction. Ever since your uncle informed you that your address had been leaked, you had been on edge. Your worrying was all of your fault, though, as your uncle would’ve rather not told you the truth– you, however, pushed for it. 

Your uncle, Donald, had called both you and your sister to the dining table for a discussion one bright and early morning.

“I’ve been called out to another mission. I’ll be gone for a few days, maybe even up to a week.” He paused momentarily as the information settled into his nieces minds. Once he was satisfied that neither of them had any questions, he continued. “I’m sending one of the Sierra’s to keep watch over the property while I am gone.” 

Claire’s brows furrowed momentarily, but then she gave a shrug. Your brows, however, remained furrowed as you gazed pointedly at Donald. You had questions, but you wanted to wait until your sister had left the room. A quiet sigh escaped from your uncle. He had hoped that this would slip past you without any questions, but he knew better than that. 

Seeing as the conversation had so-far ended, your sister picked up her phone and stood from her seat. “Well, I’m going back to trying to beat my own high score.” She walked into the direction of her bedroom, and once she had disappeared from sight, you turned your attention back to Donald. 

“Why are you sending a Sierra to watch over us? We don’t normally have extra protection while you are gone.” You asked, eyeing him over suspiciously. Something didn’t seem right. There was something he didn’t want to tell you.

“It never hurts to have extra protection while I am gone and out of the country.” Came his quick reply. 

You gave a slight nod of your head, “That’s true, but I spent the last few years training just to make sure that Claire would remain safe while you are gone. Normally that’s no issue. What’s changed now?” 

He let forth another small sigh, his gaze dropping from meeting yours. “You trained so that you could keep the both of you safe.” He paused very briefly, “Someone up in D.C. accidentally leaked our address. It was only for a few hours, but who knows who found the information before it was fixed.” 

You swallowed thickly. Oh. That couldn’t be good. You tapped your nails gently upon the table, your mind already moving a mile a minute. “Who are you sending?” You asked curiously, even if you already had an idea. There was only one Sierra that he trusted enough to be this close to his family.

“Six.” Came his reply. 

You nodded, pushing back your chair and rising to your feet. That was all you had needed to know for now. 

Six was the one who had taught you how to fight, shoot a gun, and everything else one may need to know to survive. You were only nineteen when your parents died, and Donald took both you and Claire in. You knew his line of work, knew how dangerous it could be, and you wanted to be able to help if anything ever happened. You begged Donald to let you be trained, to be useful if ever an emergency arose, and he eventually agreed. He realized you needed something to focus on to cope with your grief and anger, and Six wasn’t busy at the time with any missions. 

Your training with Six lasted for about a year, however he had to go off on several missions during that span of time, so you only spent about six months together. That didn’t mean you weren’t training in your own free time, though. The man was almost twice your age, but damn if he wasn’t attractive. You couldn’t even help the crush you formed on him, especially when he began to slowly open up to you. He even told you his real name.

Your head snapped up as you heard footsteps entering the room, the noise startling you. You should’ve known better than to let yourself get wrapped up in thoughts. 

“Let me just show you around the property, and introduce you to the girls.” Came the voice of Claire’s nanny, Jenny, her footsteps being one pair that had startled you from your thoughts. 

You turned your head so that you were gazing in their direction, your eyes meeting his. You took a moment to take in his form. He was dressed in a light gray suit, with a black shirt underneath. That was certainly a change from what you saw him in when you trained together. He cleaned up nicely– and somehow he had gotten even hotter. Damn, the crush you had on him four years ago came crawling right back the second you saw him. 

The nanny gestured towards you, “This is (Y/N). Donald’s eldest niece. She’s tw–” 

She was cut off by Six. “Twenty-two, I know. We’ve met before. I trained her a few years ago.” The corner of his lip curled up into the hint of a smile as he gave you a nod of his head. 

You raised a soapy hand from the sink and gave a short wave. “Good to see ya, Six.” 

His only response was another nod of his head as Jenny dragged him off to meet Claire and finish the tour of the property. 

You turned your attention back to your task of handwashing the plethora of cups, a small smile spreading across your face as you realized you had just finished the last one. You quickly grabbed a towel and dried each one off, before putting them back into their respective homes in the cabinet. 

You heaved a heavy sigh as you now realized you’d have to find something else to distract yourself. However, this time, it wasn’t just from the worries of someone bad finding your address, it was from the lingering thoughts of Six. Your eyes scanned the room until they landed upon your tablet, your feet carrying you over to the dining table where it had been left. Picking it up, you unlocked it quickly and swiped through until you found the book you had started reading earlier. This distraction would work for now, you thought. At least until you’re face to face with Six again….

The sun had set a couple of hours ago, and Jenny had just left for a bite after putting Claire to bed. You, however, had hardly moved an inch from your spot on the couch, deeply enthralled by the book you had been reading. You felt eyes upon you as Six hunched over the dining table nearby. 

“That must be a damn good book. You haven’t moved an inch.” He commented wryly. 

Your eyes lifted from your tablet for a moment, a smirk tugging at your lips. “Mmhmm,” you hummed in response. 

“What’s it about?” He questioned just as your eyes returned to your tablet’s screen. 

“Nothing you’d be interested in,” You teased, setting the tablet upon your lap as your gaze lifted to meet his once more. 

He breathed out a laugh through his nose, “Oh, is that so?” The corner of his lips turning up at your teasing tone. 

“Not unless you’re secretly into period romance novels. You know, the ones where the Lady falls in love with a rake who changes his ways just to be with her?” Your teasing tone remained throughout your words, your smirk growing into a bit of a smile. 

Just as he opened his mouth to reply, you both heard the sound of stumbling footsteps coming from Claire’s hallway, and soon after– 

“(Y/N)? Mr. Six? Something’s wrong.” Your younger sister barely managed to get out before she tumbled to the floor. 

Both you and Six sprang into action, his longer legs carrying himself to her faster than you could. “Get the keys!” He called to you, pointing in the direction that they were sitting upon a table as he lifted Claire effortlessly into his arms. Not needing to be told twice, you diverted from your running towards Claire and grabbed up the keys. 

The ride to the hospital had not taken long at all, thanks to how fast Six had been driving. If you hadn’t been cradling your sick sister in your arms in the backseat, you probably would’ve marveled at how it felt like you were in a Fast and Furious movie. You had called Jenny during the ride, and she was able to meet you there shortly after the three of you had arrived. Claire was immediately wheeled back into surgery as they went about fixing the programming issue her pacemaker was having. Now all the three of you had to do was wait. 

Jenny took a seat in one of the chairs in the waiting room. You, on the other hand, didn’t feel like sitting. Neither did Six, it seemed; but then again, how often did he ever really sit to begin with? The hospital staff assured you that they could easily fix what ailed Claire, but that still didn’t stop you from worrying. You paced around the waiting room for a few minutes, your eyes brimmed with tears that threatened to fall. Sure, this was far from the first time she had been sick. But, each time it felt as if it was the first– or even the last. That worried you even more. She was still so young, had so much life left to live, but any day could be her last if her pacemaker ever malfunctioned. 

You heaved a heavy sigh as you gazed around the room, your eyes meeting Six’s for a brief moment. He gave a cant of his head, an invitation to come stand next to him. He still looked damn good in that suit, his hands resting at his waist as he leaned against the wall. You stood in place for a moment as you contemplated joining him. After a second of more thought, you decided you’d take him up on his offer, and moved to place yourself beside him against the wall. 

He nudged you gently with his elbow, “She’ll be alright.” He spoke comfortably. 

You let out another sigh, and a brief nod of your head. “I know, it’s just–” You cut yourself off, the words getting trapped in your throat. You swallowed thickly, willing the tears not to fall down your cheeks. 

He gave a nod of his head, “I know.” He knew what you meant, and he knew you didn’t have the strength to say the words aloud. He was kind enough to not force you to do so. 

You’re not sure what you were thinking when you decided to lean your head against his shoulder, hell, you’re not even sure you were thinking at all. But, once it had been done, your eyes widened in panic. You had rarely been this close to Six, and you knew he wasn’t an affectionate man. You fully expected him to cough and move himself away from you discreetly, but that wasn’t what happened. He wrapped an arm around your back and pulled you in a bit closer, giving you the reassuring touch that you needed in that instance. You sucked in a deep breath as he did, one that was meant to both calm you and be used to inhale his scent. It was an intoxicating blend of pine, musk, and bergamot.

After what felt like a lifetime, Claire was brought out of surgery and placed into a room that you could visit her in. You and Six hadn’t moved from your spot on the wall until the news came out that she was awake– and you were the first to move, bolting towards her room. You half-listened as the doctor went over the non-invasive procedure with Jenny, only really catching that they were able to track her pacemaker the entire trip to here. While that comforted you slightly, you also knew that that meant she’d be able to be tracked anywhere– and that could be used by the wrong people if it got into the wrong hands. You pushed that thought aside and gave Claire’s hand a squeeze. She was alright, for now, and that was what you wanted to focus on. When Claire gave Six the rock’n’roll salute, you couldn’t help but chuckle. Your eyes met his briefly, and a wide and warm smile was sent his way. He bowed his head in response, and your attention turned back to your sister. 

Back at home, you brought over two bowls of chocolate ice cream to where Claire and Six sat at the dining table. Six had declined your offer of ice cream, to no surprise, but you weren’t passing up on the tasty treat. You sat yourself across from Claire, immediately digging in. 

“You feeling better?” Asked Six, his eyes barely glancing up from the cameras he watching, but it was clear the words were aimed towards Claire. 

Your younger sister gave a small shrug of her shoulders, “Just another Thursday.” 

“Donald says this is the best medicine, ice cream,” Claire starts, her words mostly aimed towards Six with a light of mirth in her gaze upon him. “I tend to agree,” She finished, spooning more of the frozen dessert into her mouth. 

You chuckled softly, giving her a nod of your head as you spooned ice cream into your own mouth. “As do I.” 

The corner of Six’s mouth turned up slightly as he looked over at Claire, then towards you for a moment before returning to the screen of the laptop in front of him. “He’s a very smart man,” He responded, humor laced within his words. 

Claire smiled ruefully, her eyes glancing over towards you for a few moments. “Only family I’ve got, besides (Y/N).” 

You gave her a warm, comforting smile at her words. Your foot reached out underneath the table and tapped against her leg, her smile widening a bit at the touch.

“Closest thing to family I’ve got too,” Six added on, causing both of your attentions to return towards him as his eyes remained glued to the screen. 

“Maybe that kind of makes all of us family, too.” Came Claire’s response. 

You felt as if your heart had lurched up into your throat, the pounding becoming more noticeable now. Six, viewed as family? You weren’t sure that you could ever pull that one off. But, you certainly enjoyed his presence and trusted him just as much as your uncle did. Maybe you all could be like a family? 

The corners of Six’s mouth twitched up into a small smile once more, his eyes glancing between you and Claire before returning once more to the view of the cameras. His brows furrowed ever so slightly as Claire yawned. “You both should go to bed.” 

As Jenny stepped into view from standing somewhere off in the kitchen to agree with Six’s words, you stood from your seat. As you passed behind where Six was seated, you caught a glance of the screen. All of the cameras appeared offline, and a feeling of dread filled you to the core. You halted behind him, gaze locked upon the screen of the laptop. Feeling your presence, Six glanced behind him. 

“You should go to bed. I’ve got it handled.” 

His words did not encourage you to move, your body frozen in place as you thought over all of the possibilities. By now, Jenny had escorted Claire off towards her bedroom, and you could vaguely hear them mentioning running a bath and turning on a record. 

“Go. I’ve got it handled.” He spoke once more, a bit more firmly, as his hand reached out to grasp yours. 

The touch sent a feeling of shock through you, enough to finally draw your eyes from the black screen of the cameras. Your eyes met his and you gave him a single nod, finally willing yourself to move down the hall towards Claire’s bedroom, his grasp upon your hand slipping as you walked off. You hadn’t planned on sleeping in your own room tonight, knowing that your sister would want you with her. It was like this every time she had a medical episode, or surgery. She wanted her older sister in bed next to her, comforting and keeping watch. Honestly, it was just as therapeutic for you as it was for her. You could rest well knowing that you could easily wake and monitor her breathing, to make sure that she was okay. 

By the time you had entered Claire’s bedroom, she was already in the bathroom brushing her teeth as Jenny readied her bath. You took the time that they were both out of the room to access the gun that you had stashed within Claire’s room. You made sure it was loaded and tucked it away under the pillow you’d be sleeping with. The soft sound of a commotion taking place in the main area of the house caught your attention, and you slowly creeped down the hallway to get a better look. Your head whipped in the direction of Claire’s bedroom as you heard her footsteps joining you, a pointed look going unnoticed by her. Her attention was solely focused on Six, who seemed to be standing in front of a pair of shoes. 

“Is everything okay?” You asked, a second before Claire’s mouth opened to ask the same question. 

Six lifted a broken piece of something into the air, “Yeah, I just broke a bowl.” 

Both you and Claire glanced down towards the pair of shoes that you could see, clearly belonging to someone who was now knocked out–or worse– upon the floor, and back up towards Six. 

“You sure you’re alright?” Asked Claire, as you remained by her side, silently now. 

Six breathed out a sigh, “Yeah, just another Thursday.” He then nodded his head towards Claire’s room. “Go on back to bed.” 

The both of you hesitated for a moment, but Claire was the first to move back down the hall towards her room. You lingered for a few moments longer, gaze locked upon him. A million questions and scenarios ran through your mind. It wasn’t until he shooed you off with his hand and a pointed look that you finally turned and made your way back to her room, shutting the door behind you. 

You plopped yourself down onto your sister’s full size bed as you waited for her to finish her bath, wondering if there would be more intruders throughout the night, or if you were lucky and only one had found your address. You heaved a sigh just as Claire and Jenny emerged from the bathroom. Jenny said her goodbyes after tucking Claire into bed, completely oblivious to the fact that Six had fought off an intruder, and left the room. You figured that she’d never even know that someone had gotten in, seeing as you fully expected Six to have moved the body the second you had shut the door to Claire’s room. 

“You trust Six, yeah?” Claire asked softly, several minutes into getting comfortable in bed. 

You took a moment to respond, not expecting that question coming out of her mouth. You gave a nod of your head, even if she couldn’t see you. “Yeah, of course. Donald trusts him, and he’s the one who trained me.” 

You barely caught the slight nod of her head, and a sigh of relief. “Good.” She murmured, snuggling into her blankets as her eyes began to flutter close. You rolled onto your other side, facing the doorway, and closed your own eyes. You weren’t sure if you’d fall into slumber as fast as your sister had, but you certainly would try. 

The soft sound of the click of a door opening roused you from your sleep. You weren’t sure how long you had been asleep for, but you knew the sound of that door opening wasn’t a good sign. Before you even willed your eyes open, you slowly slid your hand that was cradled under your head beneath the pillow. Once your hand found purchase upon the gun you had stashed underneath, you cracked a single eye open. You didn’t want to risk whomever had entered Claire’s room to notice you were awake, at least not until you had a chance to see who it was. 

Your heart hammered in your chest, and consequently, in your ears, as your eye focused upon who had disturbed your sleep. You were quite thankful for being a light sleeper as you took in the all-black clad man that stood just six feet before you. His eyes were glancing about the room, not having noticed that you were awake just yet. You silently sucked in a breath as you noticed the silenced gun he held in his hands. You clenched your jaw as you silently slid the gun out from under the pillow, and within seconds fired it off into the man's chest– twice. You had moved so quickly he hadn’t even had a chance to react, which you were thankful for, as his body landed with a thud upon the ground. You had also had a silencer attached to your weapon, but that didn’t mean Claire would’ve heard nothing and you immediately flipped over onto your side to shield her from anything she might see. 

“(Y/N)?” She croaked out sleepily, barely lifting her head from the pillow. 

“Shhh, shhh. It’s just me, I knocked something off of the nightstand.” You lied, hoping that your sister was delirious enough with sleep to not question what she had heard. Because it most certainly did not sound like something had simply fallen. 

She let out a hum and nodded her head, dropping it back down to her pillow directly afterward. You remained where you were for a few moments, watching for her breathing to become even again before you made a move. Now that you had a moment to process, you feared for Six. Where was he? Surely someone wouldn’t have gotten past him that easily. Did they hurt him? Oh God. What if he was injured, or worse, dead? You had to get out of the room to check on him. But, you also had to get the body of the man you’d just shot out of the room before Claire woke up again. You didn’t want to expose her to that sort of trauma. 

As you slowly removed yourself from the bed, careful not to stir your sister from her sleep, adrenaline coursed through your veins. The door to the bedroom was already opened, so all you needed to do was drag the fully grown man through it and….God knows where. You had no idea how to dispose of a body. That wasn’t really something you had been taught. Nevertheless, you grabbed a hold of the man by his legs and began to drag him through the threshold of the door, and down the narrow hallway. You had gotten about five feet down the hall when you heard a voice behind you. 

“(Y/N)?” Six asked incredulously. He had heard the sound of the silenced gunshot and had immediately began carefully making his way towards the room. Almost fearful of what he would find. 

You whipped your head around so that you could see him. “Six?! Where the hell were you?!” You whisper-shouted at him, not wanting to risk waking Claire. 

Six almost looked bashful for a moment, his hand reaching up to rub at his neck. “I closed my eyes for a second. I…fell asleep.” 

You blinked at him for a moment, unable to fathom that response. “You fell asleep?!” You hissed at him, “What the hell kind of bodyguard are you?!” You regained your pace of dragging the now-dead man down the hall when Six closed the distance between you. 

“I’m sorry. Let me handle this.” He spoke softly, one of his hands resting over your forearm. 

You shook your head, “No. I need to get rid of this–him– before Claire wakes again and sees the pool of blood on her floor.” 

His hand squeezed your arm gently, his other grabbing ahold of one of the legs. “I’ll get rid of him, you focus on cleaning up the blood. Teamwork, yeah?” He suggested, trying to get you to reason with him. 

You tucked your lower lip in-between your teeth as you breathed a harsh breath of air through your nose. “Fine.” Came your reluctant response, dropping your hold on the body as you swiftly headed off towards the kitchen for towels and other cleaning supplies you’d need to clean the pool, and now trail, of blood. 

Starting in Claire’s room, you quietly knelt down and laid a towel over the small pool of blood. You were eager to get her floor cleaned the quickest, laying another towel down upon the ground to slide across the floor– cleaning the trail that led from her room to the hallway. You grimaced at the sight, and were thankful that all of the lights were off in the house–limiting your vision so that you wouldn’t have to see all of the details of what you were cleaning. You brought the two towels from her room and dumped them into the trash bag you had left in the hallway, shutting her bedroom door behind you. You concentrated on taking deep breaths as you grabbed a third towel and slid it across the hallway floor, trying to ignore the way your hands were trembling as you moved about your task. 

It was far from the first time you’d shot a gun, but this moment would be imprinted in your mind for the rest of your life, as it was the first time you’d ever taken a life. Of course, it’s not like you had a choice. It was either kill or risk being killed. You kept Claire safe, which is exactly what your training had been for. You tried to comfort yourself with those thoughts, but it still didn’t help stop your hands from shaking. You supposed it was the adrenaline wearing off. 

After several more moments, Six finally rejoined you. You almost hadn’t heard his footsteps, too lost in your own thoughts to be as on guard as you should’ve been. You didn’t even want to ask what he had done with the body, so you remained silent as he finished helping you clean up any evidence that Claire might find in the morning. As you handed off the last towel to be thrown away to Six, he paused briefly, eyeing you over. Without even looking for the opening of the trash bag you’d been using, he tossed the towel in. 

“Are you alright?” He questioned softly, his gaze falling towards the trembling hand that you still had half-raised in the air. One that you quickly tried to hide by slapping it down onto your thigh. 

“I’m fine,” You spoke weakly, grimacing at how soft your voice sounded. 

He gave a click of his tongue in response before reaching down to grasp your hand, laying it facing palm upwards on his own. He took in the sight of your blood-stained hands before placing his other hand on top, your hand sandwiched between his. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” His voice was barely louder than a whisper as he tugged gently upon your hand, leading you towards the hallway in which your bedroom was located– a separate side from where Claire’s was. 

You let him lead you without protest, only squinting and groaning softly as he turned on the lights to your ensuite bathroom, the brightness burning your eyes briefly. You frowned as you now took in the appearance of your hands and forearms in the light. They were covered in a dark reddish brown hue. As you stared down at your hands, Six turned on the sink and found a washcloth, lathering it up with soap. 

“I imagine that was your first time?” He asked as he reached back for your right hand, running it under the warm water before scrubbing at it with the cloth. He only used enough pressure to scrub off the blood, massaging in circles as if to help calm your tremors.

You finally looked up from your hands to catch a view of his face, but he was not looking at you any longer. You nodded your head and took a moment before speaking to take in his side profile up close. His expression was one of full concentration, so you believed you had a few moments to admire him. However, when his deep blue eyes cast a sidelong glance, he caught you staring. Your cheeks flushed and you cleared your throat, “Uh, yeah.” 

He hummed softly, “It gets easier after a while. Though, I hope that’ll be your first and last.” 

You chuckled dryly, “Seeing who I’m related to, I’m not so sure that it will be.” 

He breathed a laugh through his nose as he reached for your left hand, placing it under the stream of warm water to clean it just like he had done the other. “Yeah, well, that’s why I’m here. To keep the both of you safe.” 

You raised your brows at his words, “You were the one who fell asleep,” You spoke pointedly, though you couldn’t help but crack a small smile at the guilty look that spread across his face.

He shut the water off and grabbed a clean towel to dry your hands off with. He set it upon the counter and grabbed your hand, placing it upon his chest–over his heart. “I’m sorry. That will never happen again. I don’t–,” He paused briefly, his tongue coming out to wet his lips, “I don’t even know what I would’ve done if something happened to you, or Claire.” 

Your eyes were locked with his, “Mmm, spend the rest of your life running from Donald so he can’t kill you?” You teased lightly, a smirk pulling at the corner of your lips. 

He scoffed slightly, “Mm, I’d probably have to let him kill me for that mistake.” His words rang truthfully, but there was a smidge of humor hidden beneath them to match your tone. 

You chuckled softly, giving no response other than the slight shake of your head. Your gaze fell to where his hand still held yours against his chest, suddenly aware of how close you were to him. Your heart began beating faster at the realization. Your eyes trailed back up to his momentarily, then dropped to his lips. You didn’t think your gaze had lingered there long, but when your eyes met his once more, it was like something shifted in the air. The blue of his eyes had darkened, and his hand moved to cup your face. Your breath hitched in your throat as you realized he was closing the gap between the two of you, butterflies now swirling in your stomach. He pressed his lips to yours almost hesitantly, softly, at first, as if he wasn’t sure if he had crossed some line he wasn’t supposed to. Technically, he had, as you were sure your uncle wouldn’t approve– but as your hand slid up his chest to wrap around his neck and pull him closer to you– it was clear you didn’t mind. 

As your lips began to move against his, he seemed to become more confident. The way you always knew him to be. His hand fell from your face and traveled down your body until he reached your ass, squeezing it firmly. A moan tumbled from your lips, and that was all the encouragement he needed to reach down and lift you with ease, setting you upon the counter seconds later. He parted your thighs so that he could stand between them, his lips never leaving yours as he rolled his hips into yours, soft moans escaping from the both of you in response. He began to trail his lips down your neck, and you tilted your head so that he would have better access. He licked and sucked down your neck until he found the spot that made you whimper unintentionally and try to squeeze your thighs together. You felt him smirk against your skin as he began to gently bite and suckle upon the spot, no doubt leaving a hickey by the time he let up on his assault. 

His calloused hands trailed down your sides until he reached the end of your sleep shirt, his fingers wrapping around the edge of the fabric and yanking it upwards, to rid you of it. You raised your arms to help him with his task, and the moment the shirt was on the floor, his lips were reattached to your skin. He quickly traveled down your chest until he reached your breasts, his lips wrapping around your nipple and sucking gently. You arched your back, forcing your chest closer to him, as a moan fell from your lips. One of his hands slowly slid up your bare thigh, leaving goosebumps in its wake, until he had reached your core. He slipped his fingers into the wide opening on the leg of your sleep shorts, a groan being pulled from him as he felt how wet you were for him. His finger ran along the slit of your glistened folds, and you bit down upon your bottom lip to quieten the loud moan that escaped. 

“So fucking wet for me,” He growled out against your skin, his lips latching onto your other breast to give it the same attention he gave the other. Flicking and swirling his tongue around your sensitive nub, giving it a gentle bite before soothing it with his tongue once more. His fingers parted your folds, allowing his thumb to rest directly upon your clit. Your breath hitched in your throat just at the pressure he placed upon it, when his thumb began to trace circles, your head fell back to rest upon the wall behind you. Your eyes fluttered shut as you embraced the pleasure he was giving you. Soon enough, one of his thick digits entered your heat, pumping in and out of you slowly. You groaned in response, your hands seeking purchase upon his still-clothed shoulders, digging your nails into the jacket of his suit. 

“Off,” You whined out, unable to form a full sentence, as your hands pushed on the fabric of his jacket. You wanted to feel his bare skin beneath your hands, that and it seemed a bit unfair that he was still fully dressed. 

He chuckled softly, releasing his lips from your breast to raise to his full height. “Soon, baby. Gotta make you cum on my fingers, first.” As he finished speaking, he added a second finger to your pussy, now curling his digits so that they pressed into your g-spot with each thrust. You mewled beneath him, causing a smirk to spread across his face as he quickened his pace, enjoying the fucked out expression upon your face. You could feel the muscles in your lower stomach already beginning to tighten, indicating it wouldn’t take much longer for you to release. You’d be embarrassed at him making you cum so fast, if it hadn’t been so long since you had gotten off and how good it all felt. You had dreamed of this moment ever since you first laid eyes on him years ago– that crush you had on him producing more than a few scenarios to get you off on your own. Yet, nothing you had concocted in your mind lived up to what it was actually like. 

His fingers pumping in and out of you produced squelching noises that reverberated around the bathroom, and your moans were only growing more and more frequent–you were thankful that he had taken you far from where Claire was sleeping. His thumb pressed harsher against your clit and moved in fervent circles, your wetness gushing around his digits as he slipped a third finger into your heat. At this point, your eyes were shut so tightly that you swore you could see stars. Your body began to tense as you started to lose yourself to the pleasure, your back arching further as you chased your high. He could feel as your walls tightened around him and began to flutter, his hardened cock jumping in his trousers at the feeling. He couldn’t wait to bury himself inside of you.

“That’s it, baby, cum for me. Cum on my fingers, then I’ll stuff you full of my cock,” He encouraged. His words were all you needed in order to reach your peak. Your walls clenched around his thick digits, so tightly that he almost couldn’t pump them in and out of you to work you through your orgasm. That caused a deep groan to rumble from his chest. As you came down from your high and tried to catch your breath, he removed his fingers from you. You opened your eyes just in time to watch him lick your juices from them, the sight causing you to whimper as he moaned. 

“You taste amazing,” He moaned out, beginning to shrug his jacket from his shoulders. He tossed it to the floor and quickly began to unbutton his shirt, tossing that to the floor as well. Your eyes soaked in his muscular chest, the tattoos that he had, and even the litter of scars upon his torso. You couldn’t help but reach out and trace some of those scars as he worked on undoing his trousers. He pushed both his pants and boxers down in one go, freeing his hard cock from its confinement. His long and thick, veiny, member slapped up to his stomach, the head already glistening with his pre-cum. 

You gasped at the sight, “Oh fuck,” you murmured out. He was larger than you had expected, but the sight made your walls clench around nothing. He hummed softly at your reaction before his hands made their way to the waistband of your shorts. You lifted your hips from the counter to help him remove them, and they were tossed carelessly to the bathroom floor like the rest of your clothes. He pulled you forward so that your ass was barely hanging off of the counter, your legs wrapping around his waist. He gripped his cock with one hand, guiding it towards your entrance. He teased you by running his head through your folds, pressing against your sensitive clit, before he lined back up with your entrance. He paused for a moment and glanced back up to meet your eyes, his brow raising in a silent question. You nodded your head and he pushed himself in. He pressed himself inside of you with one smooth thrust, your slick walls allowing him to do so easily.

You bit down upon your bottom lip harshly as he groaned at the feeling of you already clenching around him. He had done well in stretching you out with his fingers, but that didn’t mean the length and thickness of his actual cock didn’t cause an ache at first. He pressed his lips to yours, looking to distract you from the pain as you grew accustomed to him. After a few moments of sharing heated kisses, you felt the ache of pain subside. You rolled your hips in a signal for him to start moving, and he certainly didn’t hesitate. He slid himself all of the way out of your heat, and then snapped his hips forward, sheathing himself fully inside of you once more. He repeated this action, over and over, as he fucked you senseless. His fingertips dug into your hips as he pulled you to meet his thrusts, the feeling of his cock pressing against your cervix causing moan after moan to fall from your lips. His eyes glanced towards the bathroom door that was still wide open, and a hand snaked its way up to cover your mouth, muffling the sound of your moans. He didn’t want to risk the noise carrying through the house, even if each moan that fell from your lips caused his balls to tighten. He snapped his hip up at an angle that caused him to brush right against the spot that made you keen. 

“Oh, Court,” You moaned out against his hand. The name he had told you of in secret years ago had finally tumbled from your lips, and his hips faltered upon hearing it. His hand fell from covering your mouth, and instead rejoined its original place upon your hip as he pulled you to meet his thrusts harshly. 

“Say it again,” He commanded. He hadn’t ever heard a woman moan his real name before, and he liked the way it sounded coming from you. He hips regained their rhythm, making sure to brush against your g-spot with each thrust. 

“Oh, fuck, Court!” Your moan turned into a high-pitched cry, but he didn’t bother to move to cover your mouth again. He was too focused on how his name sounded falling from your mouth, and he wanted to hear it over and over again. One of his hands slipped between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit once more. The combination of his thumb circling your swollen clit and his cock pressing against your g-spot had your eyes rolling into the back of your head. 

“You feel so good, baby. Are you going to be a good girl and cum on my cock, too?” He murmured into your ear, his breath fanning down your neck. 

You nodded your head, whimpering out a, “Yes, God, yes.” You felt the familiar feeling of your orgasm building once more, the muscles in your lower stomach tightening. Your walls clenched tighter around him, and you felt his cock twitch in response. Your nails dug into the skin of his upper back as you found yourself needing to grab ahold of something. This elicited a groan from him, one that had your walls fluttering around his thick cock. He felt himself nearing his own orgasm, and to push you towards your second before he released, he sped up the movements of both his thumb and his hips. His hips slammed into yours with more force, almost knocking the breath out of you as his thumb circled your clit expertly. 

“C’mon, be a good girl for me. I know you want to,” He groaned out in between thrusts. You felt yourself falling over the edge, his words somehow being the last piece you needed to let go. Your walls clenched and fluttered around his cock, and he only lasted a few more thrusts before he bottomed out inside of you. You felt his cock twitch inside of you as his hot seed filled you up. He had seen you take your birth control pill earlier, and hadn’t bothered to ask where you wanted him to cum. The wanton moan that spilled from your lips as you felt him shoot ropes of his cum deep inside of you let him know he had made the right decision. You lowered your forehead to his shoulder as you caught your breath, and he slumped against you gently as he caught his own. 

After a few moments of steady breathing, he slowly removed his cock from you. Both of you let out a quiet hiss at the action. He reached for the towel that he had left upon the counter earlier and gently used it to clean you up. You smiled softly at the gesture. He helped you down from the counter and then pulled up his pants, fastening them before gathering your pajamas from the floor and passing them to you. You redressed yourself as he finished doing the same. 

“We probably shouldn’t tell Donald about this,” He began, a soft smile gracing his face as he spoke. 

You chuckled softly, nodding your head in agreement. “Yeah, probably shouldn’t.” 

“You should go back to bed,” He canted his head towards the doorway, “Before Claire realizes you’re missing.” 

You nodded your head once more, “Yeah, and you should go back to watching the cameras–and try not to fall asleep this time.” You teased. 

He raised his hands in surrender, “You’ve got my word. I’ve got plenty of energy now,” He teased with a smirk. 

You shook your head, rolling your eyes with a playful scoff as the both of you exited the bathroom. He stopped at the dining table to glance over the cameras briefly, and then turned to watch you disappear down the hallway to Claire’s room. 

As he took a seat at the table, he shook his head to himself, knowing that Donald would kill him if he ever found out he fucked his niece, but damn if it wasn’t worth the risk.

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A World Without Monsters Ch 2

Read chapter 1 here!

Pairing: Raleigh x Reader

Summary:  During a post-kaiju war press tour, you and your copilot Raleigh finally  grapple with the growing feelings you have for each other while also  wrestling the world of reporters, politicians, and more who would  manipulate the world's saviors for their own purposes.

Warnings: friends to lovers slow burn, mentions of depression and anxiety, PTSD, and trauma throughout multiple chapters.

A/N:  Raleigh x Reader series about coming to terms with feelings during a  post-movie events press tour, along with a series of flashbacks showing  how you two met and become close while piloting Gipsy Danger. Sorry it took me so long to post this! Been dealing with some pretty serious health issues but am getting better! Hope you enjoy!

Read here on AO3.

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December 2025

“A press tour?” you and Raleigh repeated at the same time—rather unenthusiastically.

“Well, don’t sound so excited,” Herc replied. Although the grim look on his face and crossed arms told you he was just about as thrilled as you were. The three of you sat in Pentecost’s old office, the thin strip of window that ran from floor to ceiling revealing the cold winter skies behind your new commanding officer. You still had trouble believing it was a kaiju-free world out there—a world without monsters at last. It was what everyone had wanted, worked towards for years…but, now that it was here, it was like everyone didn’t know what to do.

It had been two months since you’d closed the Breach and in that time, many of those at the Shatterdome had either returned to their families or moved on. About a quarter of the base still remained, you and Raleigh included.

“Do we really have to?” you asked. “I mean, how long is this press tour?”

“Six months,” Herc answered. “And the order came from the White House, so it would be foolish to refuse. They’ve decided to make the first stop Hong Kong to help ease you into it.”

“Okay…but what exactly does a press tour entail?” You looked to your copilot beside you, knowing from his memories that he and Yancy had done some press before he’d died, but nothing like what Herc was describing.

Herc shrugged. “Just…be interviewed, really. Go on talk shows, go to events, talk to different government officials, shake hands, get congratulations, talk to the little people. But since you two are the last two jaeger pilots left…people will probably be a bit crazier than they would’ve been years ago.”

Raleigh sighed and slumped back in his chair, running a hand down his face. You reached over and gave his arm a gentle squeeze. He covered his hand with yours and squeezed back, meeting your eyes. You almost winced at the dark circles that had seemed to take up permanent residence on his face, but yours probably weren’t much better. He gave you a small smile. “Well, at least we’ll be doing it together.”

You smiled back at him, turning back to Herc as he added, “And the official governments of whatever country we’re in will be paying for your accommodations. So you’ll have some of the nicest hotel rooms they can offer, plus no water restrictions.”

“Soooo,” you paused, your hand still in Raleigh’s, “we can take long, hot showers?”

Herc chuckled. “As long as hot as you want. You’ll be pretty pampered from what I’ve heard. You two have earned it.”

“Will you or anyone else be coming with us?”

“I’m coming for support, but they’re more interested in you since you’re young and were part of the mission to close the Breach.” His eyes fell to your shoes, and you could tell he was thinking of Chuck. As much of an ass as he was, he was still part of the team and you couldn’t deny you missed him.

“We’ll be getting a schedule and new orders soon,” Herc continued. “I’ll let you know as soon as we get more information. We’ll be heading out in two weeks.”

“Will we stay in the Shatterdome for the Hong Kong part of the tour?” Raleigh asked, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand. It was almost second nature for you both at this point to comfort each other however you could, mainly through touch. Not that you were complaining.

“No, they’ve got a hotel set up for you in the middle of the city. And…they want everyone to clear out of the Shatterdome soon.”

“What?” you asked, brows furrowing. “But they could revamp the jaeger program, maintain it in case it’s needed again. They can’t possibly think shutting it down again is a good idea after everything we all just sacrificed to keep it alive.” And the Shatterdome was your home now. Where would you go after the press tour?

“I don’t know what their plans are for it. No one has said anything about shutting down the jaeger program, but I’ll try to find out more. They might just want to repurpose the bunker and move the program to a new location, who knows.”

“Doubt it,” Raleigh mumbled. “They’re not known for their intelligence, evidently.”

Herc sighed. “Well, we’ve got our orders. Let’s just concentrate on getting through this without making too many waves.” He chewed on his lip for a moment, his eyes flickering to your and Raleigh’s linked hands. “Dismissed.”

You exchanged a glance with your copilot, sighing as you stood and made your way back to your room. You didn’t even realize you were still holding Raleigh’s hand until Newt’s “hey lovebirds” as he passed you in the hall.

*

August 2025

As the last of the flying sparks faded away, Raleigh’s smile took their place. It was fitting, since it felt like there were also sparks flying in your stomach whenever those blue eyes landed on you.

You lifted your visor to return his smile. “Hey! Looking for Gipsy?”

“Yep.” He’d changed from his torn sweater and worn-down jacket into military-issue cargo pants, boots, and a dark blue sweater that brought out his eyes. “And you mentioned you would be with Tendo? Is he here?”

“Ayyy, Becket boy!”

Raleigh’s face lit up enough to make rainy Hong Kong seem like paradise. They embraced before Tendo led Raleigh a few feet away to the railing overlooking Gipsy as she went through maintenance. You heard Raleigh mutter “so beautiful” reverently as he stared at her and couldn’t help but pretend he was talking about you. Stop it, you told yourself. You’re in the middle of a war for Christ’s sake.

You only half listened as Tendo rattled off all the improvements made to the jaeger before piping up at your name. “What?”

Tendo made his way over to his workstation with Raleigh trailing behind. He stopped next to you and smiled and you couldn’t help but smile back. He seemed to know how to pull happiness from you with just a look.

“I was telling Raleigh how you’re one of our best,” Tendo said. “And a damn good pilot, too.”

Raleigh perked up. “Hey, I forgot to ask. Are you one of the candidates for my copilot?”

You nodded, feeling excited and also slightly sick at the prospect of Raleigh inside your head. You’d definitely have to get a handle on your thoughts beforehand—if he chose you. “It definitely took some nagging, but I did manage to convince Pentecost to add me to the roster.”

He beamed. “I look forward to it.”

You smiled in return. “Me, too.”

“So, um…” he hesitated, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Tendo’s a bit busy, but what about you? Do you want to get some lunch?”

“Tendo!” you called over your shoulder. “Will you survive if I go get lunch?”

“Knock yourself out,” he replied from where he was bent over a piece of machinery. “But not literally. Your hands are smaller than mine, so I’ll need you to help me with this piece later.”

“Okay, I’ll see you in a bit, fat fingers.”

“Hey! They’re buff, not fat!”

You snorted, heading towards the workshop door with a laughing Raleigh in tow.

“So, you two seem like you get along well. Are you close?”

“I’d like to think so,” you answered as you slapped your visor and gloves down on the table near the door, muttering a shy thanks as Raleigh jumped ahead of you to hold the door. “Don’t tell him I said this, but he is pretty awesome. But he’d just let that go to his head.”

Raleigh smiled, looking around the bustling hallway on the way to the mess hall. You remembered how empty the Shatterdome was when you first arrived. You were one of the first people there with Pentecost and Herc, and the task of turning it into the bustling resistance base it was now seemed impossible. Now with Pentecost’s plan to seal the Breach, it felt like everything was finally coming together for the final attack in a way that made your stomach twist in anticipation. You could very well see the Breach up close soon—and may even die in an attempt to seal it. You resisted the urge to sigh, not wanting to worry Raleigh. Although his mind might have been wandering in the same direction.

You’d been lost in your thoughts and silent for some time during your walk, but he didn’t seem to mind. He threw another lopsided smile your way before jogging ahead of you several steps to hold the mess hall door open for you. You thanked him again, your stomach doing little somersaults at his manners. A good portion of the men on base either ignored you or were constantly trying to one up you, likely intimidated by your skillset. You’d gotten used to getting shoved around, whether it was an accident or some jealous peer trying to prove their superiority. Raleigh had none of that and in fact, seemed to even want to make sure you were taken care of, insisting you go ahead of him in line with your tray, offering to help you reach things, and even asking if you wanted help carrying your tray to one of the open tables. You’d heard stories about the nightmare he’d been through in losing his brother and it amazed you that he was still so sweet and protective, making you yearn for the spot next to him in Gipsy even more.

“So how are you adjusting to the Shatterdome?” you asked as you sat across from him. “Or is it pretty similar to the military bases you’ve been on?”

“Well,” he loaded his fork with an impressive amount of food from multiple sections of his tray. “It’s a lot busier, but that’s probably ’cause they’ve stuffed everyone into one base versus being scattered across several. But I was at the Wall before this and that was just as hectic, so I don’t mind.”

“Looks like there’s plenty of room at this table,” a familiar Australian accent said behind you.

You turned and returned Herc’s smile as he and Chuck headed towards you, trays in hand. “Max!” you cried.

The little bulldog’s tongue lolled out of his mouth happily as he broke into a run and jumped up on the bench next to you. You gave him a good scratch behind the ears as he leaned into you, laughing and pushing him away as he tried to lick at your tray.

Chuck slid into the bench next to you, giving you a nod in greeting as Herc settled next to Raleigh, introducing his copilot.

“He’s more my copilot,” Chuck replied, making you roll your eyes. “Right, Dad?”

Herc eyed him warily and you shook your head. Herc was always so sweet to his son who only ever gave him grief in return. While he’d never turned his ire on you, it didn’t mean you wanted to smack him any less.

The urge to smack became stronger and stronger as Chuck tried to intimidate Raleigh into a pissing competition. You’d seen plenty of pilots do it before—and many had even tried to start it with you—and some even ended with fists. Raleigh maintained his composure well, but you could see the fury building in his eyes, his body stiff and unforgiving. You made a mental note to never get on that side of him. You’d heard enough stories to know he could punt anyone into next week if he wanted to.

“Just make sure you keep up,” Chuck said as he stood and adjusted his baseball cap, “or I’ll drop you like a sack of kaiju shit. Come on, Max!”

Max looked at you and whined as you put another bite of food in your mouth. You sighed and threw a piece of chicken up in the air. Max barked happily before snapping it up in his jaws midair, his little butt wiggling in happiness.

“Max!” Chuck called again and Max went scampering after him.

“He’s a smart kid,” Herc said sadly. “I raised him on me own, but never quite knew whether to give him a hug or a kick in the ass.”

Raleigh paused, glancing at you before replying, “With respect, sir, I’m pretty sure which one he needs.”

Herc’s lips formed a thin line before he turned back to his food in silence. The air felt tense, but you couldn’t help noticing the giant salad Raleigh had created out of his veggies, mashed potatoes, bread, and chicken. You chuckled to yourself as you took a drink of your water.

Raleigh smiled, all his earlier menace disappearing the second he met your eyes. “What?”

“You’ve created a monstrosity on your plate.”

He laughed. “Hey, it’s all going to the same place. You should try it.”

“Tell that to my taste buds.”

“Aw, come on, it won’t hurt ya!” He reached over and dumped a forkful of your chicken into the mashed potatoes.

“Hey!” You shoved futilely at his hand while he took the other and spread some mashed potatoes on your bread like butter.

“There you go!”

“That looks disgusting,” you laughed.

Raleigh’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Don’t knock it till you try it.”

You frowned in disgust, sticking out your tongue as he held your mashed potato-covered bread out to you.

“Don’t make me play airplane with your bread.”

Still frowning, but also trying not to laugh at how effortless your rapport felt, you slowly took the bread from him and took a bite. It wasn’t half bad, but you weren’t ready to let him know he won. “Plehhhh.”

“You liar, you like it!” he beamed triumphantly.

You scooped the chicken back out of your mashed potatoes and redeposited them in their section of the tray.

“Hey, that’s the best part!”

“Noooooo, you create as many monstrosities on your plate as you want, but leave mine alone.”

Herc chuckled. “How many kaiju guts have you helped the research team transport and this is what grosses you out?”

“Look at his plate, it’s practically its own kaiju!”

Raleigh laughed loud and bright, drawing the attention of several neighboring tables and you smiled, proud you’d been the one to draw that out of him. For a moment, the two of you just stared at each other with dopey grins on your faces and you couldn’t help but admire how his eyes lit up. When you’d first entered the elevator, before he’d noticed you, he carried the weight of someone who had seen too many horrors. Now, you felt like you were catching a glimpse of the man he’d been before—the carefree Raleigh that had his brother to guard his back and bring joy into his life. You only hoped that if  you were chosen as his copilot, you could do the same.

*

December 2025

“Pretty sure Hermann’s about to run up the wall ’cause of Newt’s—hey, what’s wrong?” you asked as your bedroom door shut behind you with a clang.

Raleigh sat on the bed wearing an unfamiliar black jacket, holding an identical one in his hands. His brow was furrowed and he clutched the clothing like it might evaporate if he wasn’t careful.

“…Rals?”

Raleigh looked up at you in shock and it took you a moment to realize you’d called him by the nickname Yancy had always used for him. You hadn’t meant to; it had leapt from your mouth unbidden and the wounded animal look in your copilot’s eyes made you wish you could take it back.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered so quietly, you weren’t even sure he’d heard you.

His attention returned to the jacket in his hands. He turned it and you could see Gipsy’s symbol in a large white design on the back. You remembered seeing flashes of Raleigh and Yancy wearing jackets just like it before Alaska. “It’s okay,” he murmured. “I actually, um…” He stood, gently wrapping the jacket around your shoulders. “Here, put your arms through—oh, well, it sort of swallows you.”

“Don’t worry, I’m a good swimmer.” You smiled, hoping to ease some of his pain.

He chuckled, but his smile didn’t reach his eyes. “We can get it fitted. I thought they might be nice for the press tour—or just to have. You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to.”

“I’ll wear it if you wear yours. We can match.”

He was quiet as his hands gently ran up and down your arms, sliding further down until his fingers were intertwined with yours. When he met your eyes again, you saw tears threatening to spill over.

You frowned. “Raleigh? Are you—”

“I, um,” he cleared his throat, shrugging off his jacket and throwing it on the bed, “need some air. I’ll be back.”

You watched for a moment as he rushed out of the room before something small and white on the inside of his jacket caught your eye. You picked it up to find his name stitched in white lettering on the inside corner. With a start, you checked your own jacket and your heart plummeted as you realized what had gotten him so emotional: there, on the inside of your own jacket, was the name “Yancy Becket.”

You immediately shucked your jacket off your shoulders, slinging it carefully over your arm before running out into the hallway. “Raleigh, wait!”

He turned halfway to the door at the end of the hall leading outside.

You held the jacket out to him. “I can’t take this.”

He gave you a watery smile, sniffling. “No, I want you to have it.”

“Rals, if anyone should have Yancy’s jacket, it’s you.”

He turned to face you fully and took the jacket from you. He stared at it for a moment before slinging it back around your shoulders, holding the lapels so you couldn’t remove it again. “It…” He licked his lips and closed his eyes for a moment before looking at you again. “It feels like this way…Yancy’s protecting you. You have no idea how much you’ve saved me, Y/N. It feels like you’re his way of cosmic apology and it just—it just feels right.”

Now it was your turn to get teary eyed. “Raleigh…”

He cupped your face in his hands, rubbing the rough pads of his thumbs over your cheeks before leaving a lingering kiss on your forehead. You pushed your arms through the jacket sleeves and wrapped them around his middle. He pulled you against him, resting his cheek against your hair as he took a shuddery breath.

A wolf whistle behind you made you jump and you turned to see Tendo walking past. You laughed, Raleigh’s arms still securely around your shoulders as you felt him shake with his own laughter. Despite Raleigh’s sweetness and the comments and whistles you got from your peers, you couldn’t help but still feel insecure. You weren’t sure what you and Raleigh were anymore, really—definitely more than friends, but did he really want to be with you like a boyfriend or even a lover? You two had just saved the world and were just about to do a grueling press tour; he had enough on his mind. The connection between pilots was always special, wasn’t it? Maybe that was all it was.

Raleigh pulled you from your thoughts as his hands fell back down to his sides. “I’m going on a walk…do you wanna join me?”

You smile and nod before following him to the door. Your heart skipped a beat as he jogged the last few steps just so he could hold the door for you, ever the gentleman. As you exited into the cold winter air, you could feel his warm hand slip into yours.

*

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New Game Express - Jet Set Radio Future on Game Players Vol.28 (Video Game magazine) (Hong Kong, 2002)

XBOX

February 22, 2002

SEGA ACT

6800 Yen DVD-ROM

1-4 Players

Graffiti on the street again with the boots on

The street graffiti game "JET SET RADIO", which has been well-received for its excellent gameplay and rich American comic style as the game stage, has been launched with the release of the Japanese version of Xbox, and its latest work "JET SET RADIO FUTURE" is also logically registered on the Xbox. This game not only greatly improves the picture quality, but also improves the game system and adds many new elements and new characters. In terms of gameplay, it also aims to put on roller shoes and graffiti around the streets, and it also provides 4 people to play the game at the same time. How can such an excellent work be missed?

Changes in different abilities of different roles

The number of characters appearing in this episode has greatly increased to 20 compared to the previous one, and the ability values of each character in the game have also been slightly changed. The items are divided into physical strength, spray amount, painting range, maximum gliding speed, turning reaction and waist twisting The seven angles, although the influence of these values in the normal game is not obvious, but in the battle mode, it will affect the relationship between victory and defeat. As for the gameplay, when the player is graffiti near a specific POINT, he will fight with the hexagonal police group led by the police department. At this time, an electromagnetic curtain will be opened around the player's position, and the player must knock them down within this limited range to continue the game.

Action types you need to know!

GRIND - The action of sliding on some wire or wire-like terrain.

AIR - This action can be made by sliding down at a certain speed.

WALL RIDE - You can jump on billboards or walls.

HAND PLANT - Press the X button on some green side to make this action.

TURN - Press the Y button while walking to turn around.

BACK FLIP - Make a 360-degree turn.

SHUFFLE - Press the left ANALOG STRICK during walking to reduce the speed.

The game's packaging cover. The 3 characters in silver color with a bright red background are very festive for the New Year, so you won't miss it when you buy it!

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