#where she was like ‘theres your side and your side and then theres the truth’ and it was meant to be like ih both of them were somewhat

[marksbear]

Spencer (or Hotch) x male reader where the reader is suspected for the murder of several women, and when the BAU show up to his house he's wearing shorts and a shirt that says "I ❤️ Submissive Men" ?? — ⚰️

I hope you enjoy it! This was pretty funny to write. and plus I do ❤ submissive men.

SPENCER REID X SUSPECT MALE READER

Y/n was brushing his teeth getting ready to start his day when he heard multiple fast footsteps and sounded like muffled shouting.

"What the hell?" Y/n says before quickly hurrying up and walks out the bathroom hella confused.

"1 2 3!" A voice shouts from outside.

Out of nowhere Y/n's front door gets kicked open multiple FBI/cops point their guns at Y/n shouting at him to put his hands in the air and get on the ground. "Hey! What the hell is going on -" Before Y/n could finish his questions he's tackled from behind onto the ground.

The agent on top of him roughly pins him to the ground hand cuffing him. Some agents begin to tell Y/n his rights as he gets picked up and shoved around until he's outside.

From the distance Y/n looks at his boyfriend team some giving him eyes of disappointment and others giving him "It's okay" look.

Theres a riot of men and women with signs shouting at Y/n throwing things at him. Some even shouted "give him a death penalty" The cops couldn't make it to the cars causing some reporters and news cameramen try to interview Y/n. "Y/n L/n! Is it true that you killed those women!?!" "Why did you kill those women?! And is it true because you did it for fun?" "Y/n! Y/n! Is it true-" Before the woman could ask Y/n any more questions Y/n finally broke. "Can you just shut up! And get out of my way!" After Y/n shouted that the crowd became silent.

"Oh my god." Y/n thinks to himself after realizing what he said. And of course he had to say that to a woman reporter. The cops push past the crowd finally shoving Y/n into the car.

Y/n looks outside the window watching people trying to open the door and people hitting on the glass.

TIMESKIP

Y/n was sitting in the interrogation room tapping his foot impatiently waiting. Y/n already all the tricks. Making the room cold, trying to give him water, using reverse physiology.

"You sure you don't want this water?" A cop asks trying to hand him water. "Look. My boyfriend is a cop, I know all the tricks..." Y/n says rolling his eyes. The cop mumbles something under his breath before walking out letting Hotch and Derek come inside.

"Thank god you two are here. Please don't tell me that the whole world is against me and think I killed those women." Y/n sighs holding his face in his hands.

"Y/n. I'm sorry but all fingers point to you. One of the women escaped before she could have been the eighth. When she described the unsub and drew him it exactly looked like you. They even found some of your DNA act the crime scene." Hotch says sitting down in the chair.

"I'm sorry Y/n, but you have all odds against you now." Derek chips in. Derek looks Y/n up and down trying to read his body language but a stiff laugh escapes his lips.

"I ❤ submissive men? Really Y/n." Derek says looking at Y/n in his shorts and shirt.

"Oh my god... I forgot I was wearing this. The one time I could become famous or something I'm wearing this." Y/n jokes before clearing his throat. "But I do have a alibi." Aaron and Derek side eye each other before nodding their heads at Y/n so he can continue.

"I was with my little step-sister for two weeks for a camping trip with her family. In fact I had just come back hours ago." "Alright... We'll be back to see if you're telling the truth or not." Aaron says while leaving with Derek.

Y/n is alone in the silent room for a while until he hears the door open. "Spencer? Oh thank god baby you're here." Y/n says smiling at him. "I would hug you, but they still got me cuffed-- but you can still kiss me." Y/n says with a smirk.

Spencer rolls his eyes before walking around the table giving Y/n a light kiss on the lips. "What are you wearing?" Spencer asks in disbelief looking at Y/n up and down. "Sorry. If I knew I was getting arrested, I would have looked better." Y/n jokes causing Spencer to smile sweetly at him.

"I ❤ submissive men." Spencer reads out loud. "Mhm I do love submissive men. Especially the one i'm dating~" Y/n teases with a wink.

"The unsub motives were because he was rejected by the women. So it doesn't make sense for you to be here. Especially since you're taken and dating a man. But- somehow the unsub got some of your DNA and most likely threatened the free woman to say its you and---" Before Spencer could get done rambling the door opens.

"Y/n. Your alibi matches up with your story. You're proven innocent and proven that you were set up. But you're not done here just yet." A random agent most likely the Sheriff tells Y/n taking the handcuffs off of him.

"Y/n. What happened after you got home." Derek asks earning a groan from the male in question. "Nothing. But I did bump into some weirdo in the airport." Y/n answers.

Y/n begins to describe what happened with the guy and everything and after being held in the station for a few more hours he was finally released to go back home.

"Finally I can go back home." Y/n breathes out with a sigh before hugging Spencer and giving him a kiss bye. "Bye spence~ When you find this guy call me okay?" "Okay Y/n bye." Spencer kisses him back and walks with him until he's out of the building.

Y/n walks inside his house going into his room and moves the secret panting clicking on a button letting the wall secret door open.

Y/n walks down the stairs looking at his new victim. The woman is so skinny that her bones show as well bruises all over her body. She is on the floor too weak to even sit up. But she knows that her captive is with her.

"I almost got caught. I was inches away from being exposed. Thank god I've been doing this for too long to be caught. Your silly friend tried, but failed. I think you're gonna be my last victim. Lucky number eight."

"Actually- your friend will. After I killed her i'll just keep you alive down here forever and ever. You'll be fed like once a month and you'll drink water every Friday. How does that sound? Oh I forgot I cut your tongue off a long time ago."

THE END

#the bear club #spencer reid #spencer reid x male reader #x unsub reader #criminal minds x male reader #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #x male reader #male reader #BAU x male reader #plot twist

[beary-rambles]

Summary: Your friend was invited to a party and she begs you to tag along. While at the party they decide to play truth or dare and your friend knowing you have a crush on the cute guy from your english class, gives you a stupid dare.

pairing: Ethan Landry × gn!reader Drabble

warnings: alternate universe where there's no ghostface or whatever. I've never seen a scream movie before but i like ethan, oc best friend, cursing, making out.

a/n: not my usual fandom but i was just inspired to write this

PART TWO !!

While staring at your best friend in betrayal all you can think about how much you regret coming.

Only just hours ago you remember sitting on your bed on the phone with your best friend mars while she ranted to you about how much she wanted you to come. "pleeeeeeeeeeeee ease." you roll your eyes, "i don't feel like it mars."

"ugh," you can hear her shuffling through the phone, "just come with me please? for me?" "mars..." "'Il write that english paper youve been dreading for you." "Fine."

You two arrive at the party and you just follow her around the whole time. You notice than is here. The guy who sits next to you during english who you just so happen to have a major crush on. You've never spoken other than him asking if you have an extra pen during class after he forgot his one time. When he gave it back to you he has this charming grin on his face and you fell instantly.

He's standing next to another guy, you think his name is chad? You cant be bothered to care when he looks in your direction and notices you and your stare, his face flushes as he looks down at the cup in his hand. You turn away and look towards your friend whos giving you a suspicious grin. "what." "go talk to him." "no way."

she shakes her head at you and turns away that grin still on her face and you dont like it.

now you know why you didn't like it. Someone had suggested you guys play truth or dare like fucking children and when it happens to be your turn and guess who happens to be the one giving you the dare. "I dare you to..... sit in the pantry for seven minutes, ill send someone into join you." Fucking mars.

You knew who she would send it, "unless you're a pussy." you glared at her as everyone oo'ed. You huff as you get up and walk towards the pantry and slam it behind you dreading the inevitable.

the closet is small yet you keep your back turned towards the door. Its only maybe a minute before the door opens and you feel another presence enter as mars shouts, "Seven minutes starts... now!" You feel a warm body press against yours as the door slams shut.

You don't turn you dont even look before you begin to speak. "Im sorry." Theres a moment of silence, "For what?" Its him. "My friend mars, she's..... She's probably making you do this im sorry." He probably doesn't even know your name and now she has you standing your backside pressed against him.

"No she isn't making me do this." Now this confuses you as you turn your body, you back side brushing against his front and he whimpers slightly as you face him. "What."

His body gets warmer as if to reflect how embarrassed he feels, "She asked if there was anyone who wants to go in there with you." no way. "and you volunteered." you look at him the best you can in the dark as he avoids your face. "Yes."

"Why?" He pauses for a brief moment, "i've always thought you were gorgeous." Your breathe gets caught in your throat. "I've always wanted to talk to you you know since we sit next to each other but i've never known how to start a conversation so when i got this opportunity i just wanted to be near you-" He's rambling so You kiss him.

Once his initial shock wares off he takes your face into his hands eagerly as he kisses you back. you press him back against the door and he hums in delight. "One more minute love birds!" Its chad voice you think. You pull back out of breath, "Ethan-" he slams his lips back against yours, when you press your body against his he whimpers and hums. you hold him against you as theres a knock on the door,

"times up lovebirds make sure you're clothed because im going to open to the door." Ethan pulls away from the door and you two look at each other in daze.

as the door opens you move to whisper in his ear "We'll finish this later." as you spin him around and walk pantry with a satisfied look on your face. "You're welcome you bitch.

#ethan landry imagine #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x you #ethan landry #scream six #scream vi #scream #ethan landry drabble

[quimichi]

Hello! This is my first time asking so forgive my mistakes,

I don’t know if you’ve done this before but could you do headcanons for a reader who’s lumine’s traveling partner and when their in liyue (I don’t remember how it’s spelt 🥲) Qiqi randomly starts addressing them as her parent, uhhh what’s the reaction of the liyue crew (who kinda have feels for reader) when reader just accepts it and calls her their daughter

Gosh that was long, yea that’s my ask sorry for the mistakes 😅 you don’t have to do it if you’re busy

-Honey Anon

. . . . ╰──╮BEING QIQI'S "PARENT" ╭──╯ . . . .

PLATONIC!Qiqi x GN!Reader

¡! ❞ having qiqi refer to you as her parent, which is clearly not the truth, is a situation you needed to get used to

¡! ❞ but no wonder she thinks you're her parent when you take care of her. Yes, Baizhu does too but you somehow manage to not order her around and rather gently guide her and help. (Not like baizhu would mistreat her or anything!)

¡! ❞ you always remind her to take her notebook with her, on her worst days she may forget it to take it. On the absolute worst days she even forgot where she put it. Luckily you always remember

¡! ❞ awww look at you always packing her lunch for when she works at bubu pharmacy. And the lunch always includes coconut milk, thats very important

¡! ❞ you know she can't taste anything, but she can feel textures and temperatures, so her lunchbox may look weird to people who dont know. You always try your best to pack in every food she likes the texture or temperature of

¡! ❞ I don't really know if she needs to eat and drink but--pls it's to cute

¡! ❞ Qiqi also looooves to pick herbs with you! She can't really show emotions but having you by her side all day long really makes her feel "better". With you she feels like she can't forget anything

¡! ❞ she read in books how parents act with their children, and this is what you do with her. So obviously you must be her parent!

¡! ❞ she's proud of that conclusion tho

¡! ❞ she mostly stays over at your place, sleeps with you all cuddled up in her parents arms. Its cute, really

¡! ❞ she's stuck with you, or you're rather with her but who would complain about little cute qiqi being glued to your side?

¡! ❞ Lumine and Paimon also find it adorable, weird at first but it's cute. Paimon tried once or twice to explain qiqi that you are indeed not her parent but Lumine always stops her. Crushing a little zombies dreams like this is not what they want.

¡! ❞ but they're happy for you and sometimes even join in, in the herb adventures if they have time

¡! ❞ Baizhu on the other hand was not surprised at qiqi calling you her parent. (Considering he probably was the one who gave her the books where the most basic human stuff was written down so she would remember or know) Theres not much that can surprise him. But hes sure also very happy. At first he was worried, you could hurt her or play around with her forgetfull mind. But you didn't, you helped even more and then he was relieved. What a relief no he doesn't have to poison you---

¡! ❞ and after more time spend with you and qiqi together he understood why she feels this way. Youre patient, caring and supportive. Like a good parent should be. Hes even prouer when qiqi seemed to have thought you some things about herbs. It was for sure a accident she did but now you can even help around in Bubu pharmacy with little to no struggle

¡! ❞ not Baizhu realizing he caught feelings after a few months. Panic--like this was not his intention at all-

¡! ❞ but Zhongli was definitely warm around he heart. What a nice and caring person you must be that a child will call you their parent. He already was interested in you before but now---

¡! ❞ Qiqi calling you her parent was a big gossip in Liyue once, everybody knew or talked about it and it also came to the ears of Ningguang, Keqing and Ganyu. All three of them are taken aback by the cuteness overload of it all. Although Ganyu was more open to show how soft you made her feel with you parently behavior

¡! ❞ whenever Ningguang is in Liyue she will pay Bubu pharmacy a visit just to see you two acting along. She might even give you some Mora for Qiqi like a sugar mommy--but mostly because her heart is aching for you and your attention-pls visit her in the Jade palace too, you might also bring Qiqi along for a evening tea! Be careful to not let her fall down tho---

A/n: getting the others involved was very hard to do and didn't truned out this well but--yeah

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin qiqi #qiqi genshin impact #qiqi #qiqi x reader #Platonic! Qiqi

[levantura]

"That smile looks good on you."

Leon Kennedy X Reader

description: Its Leon's first week as a cop and the pressure and teasing is too much to bear, when he meets you, a recent transfer to RPD, things finally start to look up.

Re2!Leon X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Violence, drugs, Police, death, harassment, alcohol, blood, wounds.

2.2k words.

It was a Thursday afternoon, Leon was awkwardly leaning against the wall in the break room sipping on some liquid which he thought was supposed to be coffee but most definitely is not. The watery brown lukewarm liquid swirled through his cup as he looked down at it, not knowing where to look or what to do. Not even ten days on the force and he already wants out, out of here at least. while its true that Raccoon city was home to Leon, he wanted better for himself. he hated to be a cliche 'gotta get out of my hometown type' but it was true. when he got his assignment he sighed, he knew it would be a long time until he was able to transfer, he had no choice but to stick it out.

When Leon walked into work this particular Thursday the atmosphere seemed...different. it wasn't unusual that people here were on edge but today they seemed superbly anxious. Leon questioned it but quickly brushed it off, 'maybe someone got written up or theres somethin' up with the coffee' he made the smart decision to throw out the caffeinated mystery beverage.

"Wasting coffee now huh rookie?" An older officer, Wilson, teased. "n-no sir, it was pretty much empty um-" Leon cringed at how weak he sounded, in truth he's just so tired. he hates picking fights, he hates the pressure, he hated the the names they called him. if there was one thing he hated the most? the mocking. He didn't know if they treated all the rookies like this or just him. 'i wonder when things will be different.' officer Wilson chuckled, "Aw kid, you nervous around me?" he got up from his chair which judging by how much he sat in it definitely had an ass-print of some sort, and marched right up to Leon's face. Leon could feel and smell the hot coffee breath of his colleague and visibly winced. "Rookie, do i make you nervous?"

"Hey officer Wilson, i could see you haven't changed a bit."

'Who is that?'

Leon's eyes met the petite officer's, she was beautiful. her skin was glowing, she had the softest looking hair. The way she carried herself was nothing short of confident. 'Wow, is she new here? now, she knew officer Wilson, maybe that's why everyone's been so weird today? maybe-' "who are you?" Leon was snapped out his thoughts, "uh I'm officer Kennedy, Leon S. Kennedy, I'm a rookie, I started about eight days ago, I'm from-" he paused and cringed at his demeanor once again, "Leon. Leon Kennedy." he had a goofy grin on his face from just being in your presence. he held his hand out and you took it gladly. the warmth of his hands feeling nice against your cold ones. "I'm y/n. it's really nice to meet you." your eyes lingered on his for a few moments before your face got hot and you looked down shyly. this was a rare occurrence, no one ever made you shy, you were usually the outgoing one! But apparently not when it came to attractive rookie police officers...

The phone rang causing you both to let go of your hands which you realized you were still holding. 'Shit,' Leon thought to himself. Leon watched you as you walked away from him, looking down to hide your rose-colored cheeks. you grabbed the phone to stop the incessant ringing, "Hello Raccoon City PD who am I speaking with?"

Leon couldn't help but stare. He watched the way you carried yourself, even on the phone. He watched the way your eyebrows furrowed, the way you bit the left side of your lip, how your lips looked oh-so-soft and pillowy, something he could only dream about.

"Rookie."

The soft features of your face, now looking at him. he tried to listen, really, but he was lost in trance.

"Leon!" Now you had his attention. his head snapped to meet your eyes, god...your eyes.

"I'm going to need your help Leon, you up for it?"

Leon had never been more ready.

Riding in the squad car with you was not easy for Leon, radio or no radio? windows down? temperature? He wasnt sure of anything. He settled with whatever you picked even if the AC temperature was freezing him out.

"So, you clear with the plan?"

"One more time, to be safe?" and Leon looked at you with his baby blue puppy dog eyes and you couldn't help but feel sad for what the future had in store for this boy. you knew firsthand life on the force, in Raccoon City nevertheless, is soul crushing. you shook your head at the thoughts of the last call you went on here, the face of your dead partner is something you will never forget.

Mel was the only other woman assigned to raccoon city, you quickly bonded over that. you bonded over all of the smile more, the are you sure you could handle that? and all of the mistreatment. you guys quickly climbed to the top of your ranks at the precinct. Everyone knew not to mess with you guys, they knew what you were capable of.

The day of your last call at Raccoon City you had been assigned to an armed bank robbery. The perpetrator had called in for back up from three more of his men but when you called for backup it was already too late. a gunshot sounded and without even having to look you knew. Mel had gone down. there was nothing to do now but rush to her side and hope and pray to whatever was up there that she would be okay, but the sad truth was, she wasn't, and she wasn't going to be.

"Mel..." you cried and reached for her, cradling her in your arms in her final moments.

"Make change. for us. for the new girls, the new guys. you could do it y/n. thanks for everything." and with that, she left. You could only imagine she'd be happier wherever she was, that she was looking down and you were doing the best you could to make her proud.

you took a deep breath.

"So!" you clapped your hands together, "this is a domestic violence report, right? You take front door and try to distract the perp, from what we know he's around six feet tall, dark hair, a cross tattoo on the wrist and according to the call we received, had been drinking. I'll go around back to look for an alternate entrance, make sure our vic could get out okay without too much confrontation. then ill signal you and we will reconvene from there, sound good?" Leon nodded.

"You ready?"

Leon swallowed hard. "Let's do it."

As you both walked toward the house, Leon's head was spinning. There was a lot riding on this. This was his first call, and he was determined to make sure this perp was going down. he was so desperate to prove himself, he wanted the relentless teasing to just stop. this would do it. if he made it through this without fucking up, which would be hard, he knew they would think him worthy of this position.

knock knock knock

nothing.

As Leon raised his fist again to knock, the door opened.

"Yes officers?" a man answered. This man definitely matched the description, especially the drunk part. Leon was no toxicology expert, but he knew what booze smelt like, maybe a bit too well. "Hello sir, I don't mean to disturb you, but we got a call about a disturbance?"

"Disturbance? what kind of disturbance?" The man asked, definitely whiskey hot on his breath.

"The. Um. the disturbance kind." what did he just say?

'What the fuck is wrong with me?'

a thousand face palms arent enough to explain how much he cringed at himself. nails on a chalkboard, tin foil in your teeth. 'How long do i have to do this for?' he sighed.

"Uh huh. well unless you have any evidence, I don't see your point of being here when clearly, there no disturbance of any kind going on."

Leon looked down, knowing he fucked up. But then he spotted the blood. It trailed from his shoe into his living room, at least from where Leon could see. "what's the blood from?"

"That? oh... A Nosebleed!"

He wasn't buying it.

"Well then would you mind if I took a look inside? if it's just from a nosebleed, you'll surely be okay with that right?"

"You know, I know my rights. you need a warrant!" Leon chuckled; all of his test scores proved otherwise to this man's statement. "Actually sir, you see there are some exceptions to this rule, not that I have to explain this to you but, you see, there was a call made about this here address and that," Leon pointed to the decently sized blood pool on the ground, "That is a plain view probable cause, so I really didn't want to have to this but, excuse me." Leon Pushed past him into the house where he saw you and you locked eyes. He knew he had gone off plan a bit but he really wasn't expecting such an easy lead. Your eyes widen, "Leon behind you!" He whipped around and saw the man hurling toward him, the man threw a punch that landed on Leon's jaw, he retaliated and kicked him back. there was an all-out brawl in this drunk bastard's living room, and you were watching, completely forgetting about the victim you were supposed to be finding. "Y/N! go grab her! follow the blood, I could handle this from here!"

You nodded and followed the trail to the bedroom, opening the door you found a younger girl, clearly drugged, handcuffed to the bed frame.

You rushed into the room and grabbed the woman's shoulder.

"Hey, hey! it's okay, don't you worry, I'm going to get you out of here." she was so thin, you were afraid you'd break her arm with one wrong move. You spoke into your radio, "This is officer L/N, im requesting an ambulance at four thirty seven lunder court, ASAP victim in critical condition," snapping back to the job at hand you whipped out your lockpick, quickly removing the cuffs from the girl, you easily lifted her out of the bedroom and to your squad car where you tried to keep her awake. the cuts and bruises from whatever that thing had done to her were starting to ooze with pus and blood from being reopened when she was moved. You were skilled, you had the resources. You knew what to do. grabbing your first aid kit and tying gauze around her wounds, applying pressure. you hoped shed be able to hang on until the ambulance arrived.

things in the living room had escalated, for a drunk man, this guy had amazing balance and stamina. In fact, it was so great, Leon nearly lost a head to a dining room chair being hurled at him. But he finally had an advantage when the man got kicked in the nose, pushing him back. The rookie then grabbed his head and threw him to the ground, knocking him unconscious. 'Thank God it's over. I'm breaking a sweat.' and as soon as the man went down, the cuffs came out. "Perpetrator unconscious, awaiting instructions." He called into his radio. then as if on cue, the flashing red and blue lights of the ambulance were seen from the window.

"So! you seemed to have handled yourself quite well, you sure that was your first mission?" you almost chuckled. You were both back at the station, you were dressing Leon's wounds from the living room brawl. He smiled, "Yeah! maybe now the rest of the officers will take me seriously. hopefully something scars and I'll be able to prove it." he chuckled. "Well, it certainly was some fight. definitely a great first call," you pressed down on a cut, trying to wipe whatever blood was left over on his swollen bottom lip. He winced, "So sorry!" You smiled, looking down at him from where you were standing in the dirty precinct bathroom, he was sitting on the sink counter and you standing almost in between his legs. he looked up at you again with those eyes, and this time he smiled. "You know rookie, that smile looks really good on you," he blushed, mouth agape, "you should wear it more often." He was stunned, he couldn't believe a woman as beautiful and strong as you were complimenting him, the rookie, the new guy that was bullied mercilessly. "You know, Y/N, I really couldn't ask for a better partner for the day at least. it was an honor to work with you." say it, Leon. just say it. "You're an amazing officer and I would be lucky to be half as good as you are eventually, I mean you're kind, you're compassionate, you are so smart and brave, you're beauti-," he stopped short, mentally cringing. 'God Dammit.' His eyes squeezed shut and his cheeks flushed red, "Um well," he looked down and your finger lifted his chin to look up at you. "Leon, as unprofessional as this might be, how about dinner sometime? l want to know you. And I'm getting the feeling it's mutual... So, is it a date?"

Leon took your hand in his and kissed it. "It would be my pleasure."

F i n.

A/N: hello! this is my first fanfic in a really long time!! i hope there arent too many mistakes and enjoy :) ill leave my inbox open for any requests!

#leon x you #Leon re2 #re2 remake #resident evil x reader #Resident evil 2 #re4 remake #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy headcanons #resident evil #leon kennedy resident evil #leon scott kennedy #leon re4 #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil au #re au #fanfic #fanfiction

[qsmp-lore-dump]

Have we finally found who is using the black shulkers????

An abandoned Fed lab of experiments:

Many books written by "E". Up until now i could only think of ElQ, which never felt right, but was really all i had to go on. But now... NOW we have Elena.

Elena says that she knows the experiements the Fed does are unethical but says they are justified by a "greater good". So... is the abandoned Fed base where she first worked? are these her notes before it was shut down? its possible.

The black shulkers have left me so god damn confused for ages. and for the purpose of this starter theory, i think i need to lump in the regular chests that are found with cellbit through out his missions using black shulkers as well. (or we can go down further side theories of other parties intercepting his missions, which... another time..) theres going to be some loose parts here, just stick with me and well say hopefully the unanswered parts line up in the future. Day 106:

after the final election debate when cellbit takes himself out of the running, he finds book in a regular chest outside of his house.

NOTE: "us" . this is why i thought it had to be the rebels for so long. but the Rebels use black chest, which cellbit never got during this time. the Rebels on-going report of cellbit state they hadnt contacted him until just before purgatory. this was not from them.

Day 107/108

a chest apears in the Fear room, taking him to the ship the Brazilians arrived on.

Now, the color of this shulker is very much in question. i could not see it pop up in cellbits WAILA. there is a day Forever find it later on but i have not found that vod again to see if it shows the color.

this puzzle deciphers to follow the blue bird blah blah or lose your sone forever. we all know this stuff. then, day 109, The Jaidens. we know all of this. Jaiden is sent by Cucu to deliver the items. Cellbit is sent to follow behind and collect all the evidence.

so why send cellbit to collect this evidence? was the purpose for him to read it? to learn something? im not exactly sure yet.

Day 128: here is where it confirms for me that the black shulkers and these normal chest ARE the same person(s)

The use of "interesting performance" is a clear call back to day 106. And "common enemy", we can look to my old "Cucu secretly wants to escape the fed", and now update that to ELENA instead. anyway, this long trail ends in finding the code sword and as we know, "no trrace left behind" ultimately rewards Cellbit with a home office presented by Cucurucho!

Delivers the evidence to a chest on black wool or concrete, not sure. and then the coordinated for his home office appear. ... plan all along, intercepted, or... one of my theories of cucu wants to escape the fed, a double agent Rebel cucu, a code cucu. anyway, getting distacted here.

But now, Baghera. Baghera is where it seems strongest that Elena is tied to these black shulkers, which makes stronger the questions on what her purpose is with cellbit. ...

Day 165: Bagz finds a black shulker along with a flower that leads her to her childhood room on the island. flowers on shelves, just like Elena.... Elena who knows all about the unethical experiments done by the federation. like human hybrids....

Day 199: baghera arrives at coordinates for BioLab 3 (led here by info in her childhood room). She finds reports on hybrid experiments, herself specifically, and reports written in french.

i thought these were written by kameto, because we had learned he was a french translator for the fed. but do you know who else is french, Elena.

Day (???) spefic date unclear, but the day christmas decorations began, Streamed on Day261

Elena has a warp for biolab 3. huh. interesting. So, Elena feels guilt about the experiments she been part of but see that the means justify the end. Did she feel Bagz deserved to know the truth about her past? Is that why she was sent to discover these things? We know it wasnt the rebels, Bagz's on-going report in crabro mention no knowledge of the hybrid experiments. They are not the ones who sent Bagz to recover her memories, the way they sent Bagi to recover her memories.

And if the rebels are recovering Bagis memories..... why are they not the ones doing the same for Cellbit? Does this mean Cellbit also is a Federation test tube baby -- this would mean bagi is too then?? And does that mean Follow the Blue Bird, and the long mission ending with the Code Sword are related to HIS past?

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Reflections [d.d]{kd25}

Lactation kink/mirror sex/collaring

CW: pregnancy kink, mentions of breeding kink, implied sex, kissing, lactation kink, small bit of angst, proposal, soft!din, helmet comes off, mirror sex, necklace/collaring, mentions of Mandalorian culture

A/N: Another one that got away from me.

 Today was the first time you got a chance to look into the monitor and actually see your baby, well, at least the shape of your baby.

“Everything looks great.”  The doctor provided reassurance as they counted fingers and toes and checked for anything to be worried about.  “You’re almost there, how you feeling mom?”  You were talking for a few minutes with the doctor, and noticed Din staring at the monitor not breaking stern concentration until a particular topic was brought up.

“My milk is coming in.  So that’s been a little crazy.” You add it almost as an after thought, it was getting harder to sleep on the hard rolls you had on the crest, and your mind was a blank slate most hours of the day.  But you don’t miss the quick snap of his head to your face.

“What?” The modulator fails to hide his dismay.

“That’s normal, nothing to worry about, I’m sure your wife is a little tired in these final days.”  The doctors tone is harmless, but Din is quick to correct her.

“We aren’t married,” His tone is flat, and he clocks the tightening of your lips, “ why didn’t you tell me?”  On reflex he reaches for your hand, but you pull it to your chest.  

“We will talk about it later.”  You’re hushed, cheeks heating in embarassment.  “I guess we will see you in a few weeks doc.” 

The doctor lets her gaze swing between the two of you.  “Try not to get too far off planet, babies have a tendency to arrive when you least expect them.” She breaks the tension with a beaming smile, “But congratulations.” 

The walk back to the crest was quiet, but when you arrive at the hanger there’s a crew waiting to be paid.  “What was broken this time?” Your irritation plain as day.  The truth was, you had no idea why he hadn’t married you yet, you’d half expected him to drop on one knee the second you told him your cycle was late.  There was times where you thought he was going to, meeting his Alor, showing you the ruins of his planet, shortly after he nearly lost his life to an infection, but there was no ceremony and the question wasn’t raised by either of you.  

You’re willing to admit to part of the blame, but you knew they existed, that mandalorians had vows, he had told you himself, and you loved him more than you ever thought was possible.  What was stopping it from happening?

“Nothing is broken, I had them install something for you.”  Well, now he was making you feel bad.  The ramp of the crest descends as he hands over some credits to the repairmen.  “I was going to take you someplace, but its about eight hours  in hyperspace away.  So I guess we’ll stay in this system until the ad is born.”

Theres a small ache in your chest, “I’m sorry I was mean, but did you have to embarrass me like that?”

“Embarass you? She had the chart in her lap.” Its more of a exhausted sigh than an argument, which only pokes at your wound more.

You clench your jaw, and stare into his expressionless visor. You wondered what he looked like under there, he had tanned skin, and most likely had dark hair judging the hair on his legs and groin, but he still hadn’t removed his helm for you, you tried not to take that personally.

Defeated you return, “You’re right, I’m sorry.” trudging up the stairs, you nearly walked right by your present, but your own reflection nearly made you jump.  “Holy fuck, I’m huge.” Turning to your side, you admire the roundness of your belly.  

His footsteps stop right behind you, and his imposing figure dwarfs everything but your stomach, his massive palm caressing it gently.  “You look beautiful.  If you’ll let me i’ll have you looking like this, round with my child,  every chance I get.”

You try to conceal the blush that crawls up your face, “I might, depends on how cute this one comes out, you don’t have snakes for hair do you?” For the first time in a few hours you smile, and his heart skips in his chest.  

“No, I don’t.  Maybe it’s time I showed you, so if they do come out ugly you can blame me.” The ramp hisses shut, and right when you’re about to speak he presses the cold metal of his helmet to your temple.  “Let me set a course.  Ill be back down, relax, drink some water.” 

His visor falls to your belly the, double takes and settles on your chest, where two wet spots bloom on your tunic.  You hear the modulator crack out a groan and you tilt your head in question, but in a blink he scurries up the ladder and disappears into the cockpit. 

The few minutes that pass tense, but you do your best to dab at the wet fabric of your tunic, sopping up the breast milk with a rag when the door opens and he descends into the cab right as the ship begins to take off.  

“You don’t have to take your helmet off, I was teasing you.  I know the baby will be cute.”  the words tumble out of your mouth, as you try to make sense of your thoughts.  

“I have something else for you.  I should’ve given it to you sooner.”  He holds out a still hand, in it dangles a short string with a shining beskar pendant of a mudhorn.  “I didn’t have enough to craft much else,” he sets it in your hand to let you admire it, “I have her working on one for the child when they arrive.  A Clan of four.” 

Breath catching in your throat, you drape an arm over your stomach cradling your baby while examining the fine craftsmanship of your new pendant.  “Will you tie it for me?” Your voice is cut by the emotion in your throat tears threatening to spill onto your cheeks. 

He nods once, guiding you to the full length mirror somewhat hastily fastened to the wall.  You rise onto your toes, and kiss the cheek of his helmet.  In a fluid motion he presses the pendant into your palm, and moves to the latches of his helmet.  

The hiss of its release matches the gasp of air you let out as you get to gaze upon his face for the first time.  He had hair on his chin, it was dark, and his face was the same tanned tone of his body, his hair was a tousled as you expected it to be coming from inside a helmet, but his face, and most importantly his eyes are as beautiful as you imagined.  

“Your eyes are brown.” 

His moustached lip twitches to a shy smile, “Sorry?” he leans down to let his face hover over yours.  “Can I have a kiss? For real this time?” 

You don’t waste another moment, you kiss him with all the want in your heart, with all of the happiness and the joy for what is to come, and what the maker has already blessed you with.  

Its not until you go to run your hands into the tangles of his hair that you remember the necklace, breaking the kiss for a moment, you press the pendant back into his hand. 

He gives you space to turn and face the mirror, and he adjust the necklace so that it sits delicately between your collarbones, securing it with some overcomplicated knot you’ll never be able to untie. 

Your eyes are drawn together in the mirror, and he begins to undress you.  You both watch your tits bounce free of your tunic, swollen and still slightly damp from the milk that had spilled out of them.  When you go to meet his eyes again he’s still staring, gently he coaxes a few drops out between to fingers as he massages your nipples.  “Mesh’la.” 

Beautiful.  He’s called you that before, but this felt different, you struggled to comprehend it.  He pulls you a few feet back until he can sit himself on a work bench pulling you against the hard cock in his pants.  

He works his mouth along the crest of your shoulder, and then spends the rest of the night showing you how beautiful you look falling apart together. 

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could you do wandanat with “It’s not like you to get this sick.” “Could you please turn down the AC. I’m freezing.”, where nat is sick and trying to hide it from the rest of the team?

Paperwork Tuesday Postponed

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〚 Pairing - WandaNat 〛

〚 Summary - When there’s tons of paperwork to do, Nat is ignoring her health much to the concern of her girlfriend. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 1060 〛

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“Paperwork Tuesday”. That’s what the day had been dubbed. With the countless missions the Avengers went on, they always came with a tyranny of paperwork – damage reports, injury detail, the list went on. So, Tuesday had been elected the day that the team would sit down and get their paperwork done. 

Wanda sat at the large table in the Avengers' common area, surrounded by stacks of paperwork. She glanced over at Natasha, who was seated across from her, pretending to be engrossed in her own set of documents. The two liked to do theres away from the main team, it was easier to concentrate that way. However, Wanda couldn't help but notice the slight tremor in Nat's hands as she held the pen. She’d been shivering like that the whole day but anytime she’d asked about it the redhead had insisted she was fine. 

“You okay babe?” Wanda asked for what must’ve been the fourth time that afternoon. 

Natasha glanced up briefly, "I'm fine, Wanda," she replied with a forced smile. "Just a little tired, that's all." 

Wanda didn't want to push too hard, but she couldn't ignore the obvious signs of discomfort from the shivering woman. "Could you please turn down the AC? I'm freezing," She asked casually, trying to make it sound like a personal request rather than pointing out Natasha's condition. 

Natasha hesitated for a moment, as if contemplating the request. "Uh, sure. It is a bit chilly in here," she said, getting up from her seat to adjust the air conditioning. In truth, the temperature was quite comfortable, warm if anything but Wanda wanted her to be as comfortable as possible. 

“Bless you.” Wanda mumbled quietly to herself noticing the pair of stifled sneezes that Nat had muffled as she turned down the thermostat. 

“What’s that?” Natasha asked, overhearing the mumble but not well enough to make out words. 

“Oh nothing!” Wanda smiled mainly out of embarrassment – she hadn’t meant to be heard, “Just saying thanks.” 

Natasha raised an eyebrow, looking a bit puzzled but didn't press further. She returned to her seat and resumed working on the paperwork. Wanda concentrated back on hers too and the pair worked in silence for around 20 minutes. The sound of scribbling had stopped, and she looked up to see Nat practically asleep in her chair, her sleepy head bopping forwards. 

Wanda chuckled softly, seeing Natasha struggling to stay awake. She knew that Natasha was trying her best to hide whatever discomfort she was feeling, but it was evident that something was wrong. Setting her own paperwork aside for a moment, Wanda got up from her chair and walked over to Natasha's side. 

"Hey, come on," Wanda said gently, placing a hand on Natasha's shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze before pressing a soft kiss to her warm forehead. "Let's take a break. You look like you could use some rest love." 

Natasha blinked, trying to focus on Wanda's face. "I'm fine, really," she insisted, though her voice was weary and hoarse and entirely non-convincing. 

Wanda didn't buy it. "You've been shivering and sneezing all day, and now you can barely keep your eyes open," she said, concern evident in her voice. "Just take a break, get some rest, and we can finish this paperwork later." 

Natasha seemed to consider arguing for a moment but then relented. "Okay, maybe a short break," she finally agreed, allowing Wanda to lead her to the nearby couch. 

As Natasha settled into the couch, Wanda covered her with a nearby blanket, tucking it around her shoulders. "I'll make us some tea," Wanda said with a warm smile. "It'll help you feel better, do you want the berry one or chamomile?” 

“Chamomile please.” 

While Wanda went to the kitchen to prepare the tea, Natasha closed her eyes and tried to relax. It was obvious she wasn’t doing a great job at hiding how she felt, especially from Wanda, who always seemed to have a sixth sense when it came to her well-being. Normally she’d be able to shake things off but with the exhaustion of countless missions catching up to her it seemed a lot harder to do so. 

When Wanda returned with two mugs of hot tea, she found Natasha still looking tired but a little more comfortable. She handed one mug to Natasha and settled down next to her on the couch. 

Natasha gratefully took the mug, wrapping her hands around it for warmth. The chamomile aroma filled the air, and she took a small sip, feeling the soothing warmth spread through her body. She glanced over at Wanda with a soft smile, appreciating the care and concern her partner always showed. 

"Thank you," Natasha said, her voice still a bit tired but with a touch of warmth. "Sorry for being so dismissive earlier, I don’t feel that well.” 

Wanda leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on Natasha's cheek. "It’s okay, I understand sweetie. It’s not like you to get this sick.” she replied, her eyes filled with affection. "Now I know the rest of the team are doing paperwork, but the rest of today is about resting and recuperating, okay? I’ll handle the papers later." 

Natasha smiled appreciatively, "You always know how to take care of me," she said softly, leaning into Wanda's comforting embrace. "I guess I can't hide anything from you, can I?" 

Wanda chuckled softly, running her fingers through Natasha's hair soothingly. "Not a chance," she replied with a playful glint in her sparkling eyes, "But that's because I love you, and I want you to feel good. So, no more hiding things, deal?" 

Natasha nodded, feeling lucky to have someone as caring and perceptive as Wanda in her life. "Deal," she said, sipping her tea again. "And thank you for turning down the AC. I really was freezing even if I didn’t want to admit it." 

Wanda smiled, relieved to see Natasha opening up a bit more. "You're welcome," she said, giving Natasha a gentle squeeze. "Just remember, it's okay to ask for help or admit when you're not feeling well. We're a team, and we're here for each other, always." 

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Can't Catch Me Now

Part 1 here

13th Doctor x Reader (platonic on Reader's side, romantic by the Doctor)

Dhawan!Master x reader (Romantic)

Follows right behind where Part One left off

Follows the trope of The Master not realizing humans need time to heal, pining from the Doctor, Reader gets choked off screen by The Master

Yeah, theres going to be a part three

3,034 Words

You were covered in cuts, bruises, road rash and you were pretty sure you had a concussion but you still stood by his side. You were back in current time and you looked beaten up. The Master had dropped you off where the Kasaavin were going to start downloading into people, he gave you the warning to not touch anything smart. You stood by Barton's mother's body, as Ryan, Yaz and Graham came running in.

"She's dead, don't worry about her and do not touch the tablet." You ordered, a death grip on the chair as you wobbled slightly.

Yaz looked at you and then the tablet. "What happens if we touch the tablet?"

"When the Master and Barton give the word, the Kasaavin will start to download into your bodies, rewriting everything about you and using you as a hard drive. Master warned me already, in case I wanted to call him." You said, looking at them.

"You look really really rough, what happened to ya?" Graham asked and you let out a soft laugh.

"That would be The Doctor's work. Of course, she gives everyone hope wherever she goes. So Ada Lovelace shot The Master and then threw a grenade as I tried to keep him safe. You all saw me getting tossed out of the car too, and the Kasaavin taking me." You rattled off, recounting everything before sitting down on the ground, resting your head on your hands.

"What made you turn against us, anyway?" Ryan asked, and you let out a sigh.

"Haven't you ever wondered if there's more then what she showed us? I never turned against you guys or her, its just he gave me more. He showed me more. I didn't know he was The Master until he called me in a panic after she shot us into space to find her TARDIS. He came to see me, of course that was after the spider issue with your mum, Yaz. He told me the truth, he bared everything to me. He told me how The Doctor left him and and that was it. I felt for him, I still do. I just need a break after today. I've been shot at, tossed out of a car, teleported against my will twice, had a grenade tossed at me." You turned to look at them and you noticed the screen on the tablet had lit up and pinged.

Yaz leaned over and looked at it. "Humanity is over. You have three minutes to prepare." She turned and looked at you and you nodded.

"Welcome to the end of Earth. Really wish I stayed out of this plan." You said, starting to get up. You felt better now and barely wobbled although everything started to blur. You moved to push Yaz away from the tablet even more and you barely stepped before you had dropped to the ground

The Kasaavin started to appear as both the Doctor and Master showed up, and the first one to notice Yaz wrapped around your body was The Doctor. She ran and stopped by your body, shooting a look over to the startled Master. "This is what happens when you don't take care of humans, they end up unconscious on the floor, bleeding!"

Ada and Koor watched as The Doctor sonic'd your body and read the readings the machine gave her and she rolled your body over. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry he pushed you this far. How long have they been out?"

"A little while, they acted weird before dropping." Yaz said, focused on The Master being taken away by the Kasaavin. The Master was panicking and trying to convince the Kasaavin that The Doctor had edited the audio before they surrounded him and he was gone.

The Doctor picked you up and headed for The Master's TARDIS, dreading even bringing you back to that machine again, but noticed how the machine brightened up with you inside it and it was like you recognized the machine more than her.

"Koschei?" Your voice mumbled as The Doctor lied you down on the couch as The Master's TARDIS worked on bringing The Doctor the things you needed. Koor and Ada had followed, watching as the machine and The Doctor worked together to get you fully awake.

"Its me, The Doctor. I'm sorry, the Kasaavin took him away, you are in my care for now." The Doctor said, spraying your hands to clean out the road burn you had. "Can you tell me about our first adventure?"

"I watched you land in the train, and I immediately ran over to you. You looked like an old friend I had missed. I didn't even care about the fact Tzim Sha was probably going to kill us, I just wanted to help you." You had drifted off again, head dropping to the arm of the couch again.

The Doctor worked on keeping you focused each time you woke up and the final time, before you had finally woke up fully, you were settled in The Doctor's room in her TARDIS. Everything was somewhat back to normal even after the last couple of days being filled with betrayal and deception.

~

You were sat on the steps, in one of The Master's hoodies, while the Fam and Doctor stared at you. The Doctor held no anger toward you, she loved you to much to blame you, while Yazmin, Graham, and Ryan held anger.

"Why him? There must've been red flags." Yazmin asked and you shook your head.

"He's perfect in a human sense, he didn't kill anyone until I was brought into the plan. I didn't know about Vox until C was killed, Kos- The Master made sure I didn't. I wasn't there when he killed C. I was in his TARDIS, finishing up the preparations for my part of the plan." You didn't fully try to defend The Master or yourself, letting them know everything.

"When did he fully reveal everything?" Ryan asked and you smiled softly.

"We had a date, and he told me that he was just like The Doctor. He had two hearts, could regenerate into a female. Came from the planet Gallifrey, he sat me down and had said that The Doctor isn't all who she said she was and that I could get a second opinion with him, as I did with him before. We had nightly calls. Of course many of them I fell asleep with him on the phone. He's nice, at least, he is to me." You said, eyes flickering to The Doctor with that last sentence.

She smiled at you. "He can be nice, he was for years. I'm glad he's nice to you."

Graham's face scrunched for a moment. "Wait, how do we know this isn't another trick of his?"

Your face scrunched up and you got up, pointing at Graham. "You think that I can't act like this? That I can't think for myself? That he forced me to be like this?"

The Doctor immediately sent a pointed looked toward you. "You picked up on his anger with how much he's been in your head, love. He's rubbed off on you."

You pulled your arm back and looked down. "I love him, I... I can't fully explain how I feel for him. I won't forgive what he did but I can explain why."

Yazmin scoffed and tossed her arms into the air. "So love fixes all?"

You took a deep breath and looked at Yazmin. "You'd all forgive The Doctor in a heartbeat if she did something like this, and she has. I'm sorry Doctor, he told me what I needed to hear. We won't always stay safe with her, one of us is going to die in the future."

Ryan looked at you. "So you believe everything The Master has ever said to you?"

You nodded, settling back down on the step. Your hand rubbed your face, a mimicked movement of comfort you picked up from The Master. "Time Lords can read and manipulate minds, yes. I have a link with The Master, he can hear my thoughts and he can project his into my brain and I'll hear him. I was talking to him the entire time on the plane. He can hear when I'm in danger."

"So he's listening to us right now?" Yazmin asked and you shook your head.

"Ever since the Kasaavin took him, I haven't heard from him. I'll let The Doctor know if I hear him but I doubt it. He doesn't have an Ada or that weird teleportation Yazmin got." You replied, a hand reaching up to rub your head, a headache starting to form and you tried to hide the hope on your face.

"Are you lying?" Yazmin asked, looking into your eyes.

"Would you like me to be? To blame everything on me? Because you can and I won't blame you, but his actions are his and mine are mine." You said, standing up and starting to pace.

The Doctor finally looked at you, something had been bugging her. "Why did you feel the need to get a second opinion about me?"

You stilled, turning to look at her. "I don't know, my gut."

The Doctor tried to hide the pain on her face and you grabbed her hand. "I want you to know, I had no clue he was going to put you in the Kassavin's dimension. I still don't know why I was brought there either."

The Time Lord finally looked away, taking in a deep breath. "I thought you being away from him would break whatever he had in your head. There's nothing except that link tying you to him."

You tightened your grip on her hand. "If it will make everyone feel better, why don't I block the link? He taught me how."

'Don't even think about it!'

You took in a gasping breath and The Doctor moved to sit you down. "I'm gonna block him for you, love, okay?"

"I just got him back, please." You looked into her eyes, your own trying to project the fear you had of not hearing The Master ever again, he had become such a prominent force in your thoughts that it almost felt wrong.

"I'm sorry, It'll just be a second." The Doctor put her hands on your temples and started to block The Master. You closed your eyes, trying to fight the instinct to fight back, you had suggested it after all.

~

It had been a few months since The Doctor placed the the block and you were back to how you were before The Master's return. You missed him, of course, but you weren't exploding in anger much anymore and The Doctor approved. She had been clingy since everything had happened. You let her lead you around everywhere by her hand, you assumed it was from her needing to see you safe, you had been the most injured.

Yaz, Graham, and Ryan had finally started to trust you again, although any time you snapped, it was assumed The Master had broken into your mind. You didn't mind though, it was sometimes nice to be left alone in those instances. Of course, a hiccup had to happen.

Judoon had started to hunt down The Doctor and Ruth and you were stuck on a ship with Jack Harkness who brightened at seeing you. "Hey! Its you!"

"I've never met you in my life." You immediately said, as Jack went back to pressing buttons on the machine. "There's a message for The Doctor that she needs to know. There's a lone Cyberman and she can't give it what it wants."

You immediately logged it in your brain, you and Yaz nodding in sync. Jack worked on inputting codes into this vortex manipulator. "And for you," He pointed toward you, "Don't fall for his tricks."

You had a confused look on your face, before you were dropped off in Gloucester. You didn't have time to think before you started to look for The Doctor. What you did catch was a glimpse of a purple sleeve and a waving hand and you took off. You ignored Graham yelling for you, and Yaz and Ryan groaning. "Should we follow them?"

"Leave them, if the Judoon get them, let them deal with it." It was said with sarcasm but Ryan did get looked at funnily by Graham and Yaz.

You stopped before a door, your mind ringing and screaming for you to open it, you opened it and your body relaxed immediately, the whirring and groaning of The Master's TARDIS was a welcome sound. You closed the door behind you and smiled. "Hi girl. What's goin on without me?"

You barely heard the Time Lord coming up behind you and the fingers digging into your temples, you fought the touch, instinctively. You tried to fight whoever was touching you and then you were asleep.

~

You woke up on the ground in Gloucester, the familiar feeling of The Master had returned and you heard the rushing footsteps of someone rushing up on you. "Was this the Judoon?"

You recognized the voice of The Doctor anywhere and you shook your head. "I tripped, might've hit my head."

You opened your eyes, meeting the concerned look The Doctor was giving. "Tripping doesn't give you choke marks, love."

'Oh so she's calling you love now, my name for you.'

Your face scrunched up in the overload of information. "I don't know."

"Just.. give me a moment." You mumbled scrunching your hands closed, trying to think if The Master would even choke you.

'I wouldn't sweetling, and you know it.'

'Then why do I have a feeling you did?'

'To give you a good cover story, lovely.'

You groaned out loud and you rolled over to get up. You knew immediately you were playing another game with him, another plan had needed you again. The Doctor watched you and helped you up, scanning your body with the sonic as you turned around to look at where the TARDIS door was and your heart dropped to see the door gone. "What'cha looking for?"

"Nothin'. Just felt like there was someone there." You said and The Doctor's eyebrow raised.

"Yeah, there's something going on with you. Lets get you to the TARDIS, she'll help keep you safe." The Doctor said, eyeing where you were staring as she led you to The TARDIS.

You had been curled up on The TARDIS steps, staring off at the console for a few minutes, trying to regain the lost moments.

'Its not going to work, poppet.'

'I know! I know!'

You felt someone sit down next to you and it was Graham. He handed you a glass of water and you smiled softly. "I wont tell. Just tell me who choked you."

You looked over at him and you took a deep breath. "I think it was the-"

'No, No, you don't get to spoil my return pet.'

Graham watched as you closed your mouth and sigh. "It was him wasn't it?"

You shrugged, you pointed to your head. "Not allowed to say."

"Come on, we can get The Doc to place another block." Graham wrapped a hand around your wrist, getting ready to pull you up with him.

"That's not the part I'm worried about, Graham. What if next time whoever did this, hurts me even worse? I could've had damaged vocal cords. What's next getting shot? Stabbed?" You aired your concerns, and Graham kept pulling you up and then into a hug. You held onto him for a minute before pulling away, feeling a sharp pain in your head.

~

The Master very angrily stared down at his console, kicking at its base. "Can't believe you let them in! I know you like them so much but they could've ruined everything and brought The Doctor running in!"

He was trying to keep the rage to a calm level, he had lured you in. He deliberately waved and landed there to get you all worked up, trying to get back to him. The console started to beep and an alarm went off, alerting him. Something was wrong with you, was it from him choking you? Did he damage something vital?

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You had been dragged to The Doctor, Graham practically demanding another block be placed in your mind as you held your head. You couldn't understand much as the pain started to spike, this was worse than any headache you've had. You barely noticed getting scooped up into The Doctor's arms, her sleeves being crumpled under your weight in her arms as you whined. "It hurts."

"What did he do to you? I knew he was back, I knew he had done something to you. I knew it. Why didn't my scans notice anything?" The Doctor was rambling and when the two of you got to the med bay, she was ripping her jacket off and tossing it onto the floor.

She was running on autopilot, shouting up to the ceiling to hurry the TARDIS up. The machine was running her own tests, feeling the fear spiking in her driver. It was like the world had stopped when you went quiet, her head turning to look at you and you were sitting up. "Is everything okay, Doc?"

You hadn't called her Doc since The Master revealed himself and she took a minute to breathe and the tests had started to pop up on the screens she had in the med bay. "Yeah, everything's okay, love. You had a really bad headache."

The scans indicated nothing had happened, it was like you weren't even in pain at all. You looked over at her with a smile on your face. "Damn, must've been bad if you took off your coat."

The Doctor shook her head and sent a smile your way. "If you wanted my coat off so badly, you didn't have to get a sudden onset migraine."

You laughed and hopped off the bed, wobbling softly as your brain felt like it had moved. The Doctor came rushing over and held you up. "Don't need you smacking your head twice in one day."

#Doctor Who x reader #Dhawan!Master x reader #13th Doctor x Reader #Cade's Writing for Doctor Who

[lastoneout]

like real people do

Fandom: Pokemon Legends Arceus Rating: M Warnings: None Relationship(s): Professor Laventon/Captain Cyllene Word Count: 5,115

Summary:

During a late night at work, Captain Cyllene reveals to Professor Laventon that she's never been kissed. The two of them decide to do something about it. (A/N: This fic is only about 99% finished, but as it's been that way for several years now I figure it's time to stop keeping what I do have done all to myself. I've inserted explanations where the missing paragraphs are, so you should have all the context you need, there's just some missing prose.)

[The start was supposed to be something about two recruits getting caught making out and being punished for it, and then later that night, after everyone has gone home, Laventon and Cyllene are chatting and it comes up, at which point she says something about the recruits being careless or foolish, which leads into...]

"Yes, well," Laventon chuckles nervously, "the allure of such activities can pose quite the distraction at times."

Cyllene doesn't look at him, instead focusing on the papers in her hands, nimbly tapping the bottom of them against her desk and shifting them together so they fall into order with a satisfying thwhip, before placing them on the stack in front of her, all the corners lined up as uniform as soldiers, not a single page out of place.

"I wouldn't know," she says, the sentence as purposeful as her hands, not a word more or less than strictly needed in her usual clear, firm tone, though there is an unmistakable touch of something quite foreign to her voice—shame. 

Laventon's own embarrassment flares in response, and in his haste to correct his faux pas his words come in a veritable tsunami, starkly contrasting her concise reply. "O-oh, apologies Captain, I didn't mean to make assumptions! Enjoying things of that nature is far from a universal experience, t-theres hardly any reason to feel ashamed of not being interested, in fact, I'd say there's no reason at all-" 

"You misunderstand," she interrupts, "my inexperience is not due to a lack of interest on my part. There's simply never been anyone who reciprocates." 

That stops him dead in his tracks, his mind struggling with the idea that not a single person has ever found the Captain charming enough to so much as kiss, and before he can stop himself that doubt slips out. "Surely that's impossible-"

Her eyes at last meet his, her gaze sharp and cold, giving him the distinct impression that he's made an entirely different sort of blunder. "I don't make a habit of lying, Professor." 

"Of course," he agrees, calming his tone to hopefully convey his own honesty, "Of course, I apologize, that was insensitive of me. I've only ever known you to be truthful, I didn't mean to suggest otherwise."

Cyllene nods, silently accepting his apology. 

Still, Laventon has never been one to leave well enough alone—if he was he doubts he'd have lasted long in his line of study—and his disbelief fades into a strong flare of indignation, lashing out at the very idea that no one has ever deemed Cyllene worthy of their desire. "I just find it difficult to believe that you've faced such stark rejection," he continues. "Forgive me for overstepping, but anyone would be quite lucky to find themselves the object of your affection, Captain." 

A breath of silence passes between them as she searches his gaze, but before he can be sure of what she's looking for—or if she found it—her eyes drop to the desk in front of her and she politely replies, "That's kind of you to say." 

"I mean it! The people who have turned you down were surely fools. I wouldn't bother taking their misguided opinions personally."

"Indeed," she says, her tone barely on the courteous side of dismissive, and she stands, further signaling her disinterest in continuing this discussion. "Regardless of anyone's opinion of me or the reasoning behind it, I am incapable of fully understanding why a person would be so taken with desire that they ignore their duties, and even if I was, I doubt I'd agree. Aside from the separation of one's work and personal lives..." she pauses then, the first sign of uncertainty slipping past her ironclad control, "I imagine such activities would be better enjoyed when one has ample time to spend on them. Pleasure can be quite rare in this world, surely the haste and risk of interruption cheapens what I assume would be an otherwise pleasant experience."

Laventon nods, and while he knows it would be best to leave well enough alone, but the moment has left him flustered and anxious, and he can't seem to stop himself from rambling on in a hapless attempt to return to normalcy. "That is a fair point, though I can assure you, desire can be quite overwhelming at times, driving one to indulge in any spare moment they can.” He pauses, letting out a thankfully more composed laugh and shaking his head. “In truth, some even find the threat of discovery rather enticing in its own way.” 

"Again," she reiterates, her silent insistence that they drop the subject becoming decidedly less polite, "I wouldn't know." 

And yet, against all odds, he opens his mouth once more. "Well, it's not entirely impossible to change that, with the right help, of course."

Silence falls again, their faces both slowly turning red as the implication of his words settles over them, heavy and impossible to ignore. 

Laventon almost immediately wants to say something—anything—but the words at last refuse to come, dancing just out of reach as his mind sorts through the mess of emotions churning in his chest that only grow stronger and stronger with each passing second. 

He's embarrassed first and foremost, how could he not be, offering to kiss his Captain like some sort of lecherous fool? Even if he hadn’t meant anything disrespectful by it—he’s always been eager to make himself useful—it was still incredibly rude and he should absolutely apologize, but before so much as a simple “I’m sorry” can make it past his lips something else captures his attention, an enticing feeling disarmingly close to interest simmering under his remorse.

Would he be interested in acting on his accidental offer? Perhaps he would. Cyllene is quite beautiful, and a lovely person to boot. Even if it was just to help her gain experience, a friend helping a friend, kissing her...well, as he looks at her now lucky hardly feels like the right word. Perhaps offering in the first place was a senseless move, but backing out should she accept, that would truly be a foolish mistake indeed. 

"Forgive me, Professor," she starts, her words no less purposeful despite the uncharacteristic shyness weighing them down, "but do you mean to offer...?"

"Yes," he replies without so much as a moment's hesitation. 

"I see." 

Neither of them move, a strange, nerve-wracking, tempting feeling building in the air. Anticipation, like the crackle before thunder, or the second after one only barely dodges a pokemon attack. Unsafe, perhaps, but exhilarating nonetheless, and prone to leave one with a craving for more.

Still, despite his now quite ardent interest, the sense that he's made an ass of himself finally becomes impossible to ignore, and his practiced courtesy—as well as his desire to stay in the Captain's good graces—wins out. "Apologies, Captain, I don't mean to, t-there's no pressure, of course. I just, you deserve to experience things, if you'd like to, that is, and I- I'd be honored to be your first, or, uh- if you wanted me to h-help you-" 

Cyllene still doesn't respond, but that's not a yes any more than it's a no, so he firmly shuts his mouth, giving her the time and space she needs to decide.

And decide she does, just a moment later. "Alright." 

Laventon is too shocked to be anything but almost manically enthusiastic. "Brilliant! Well, there's no rush, of course, you just let me know when-"

"Now seems appropriate," she replies, seemingly ignorant of the contradiction of their setting—or, perhaps, it's more that she's stubbornly refusing to acknowledge it at all.

He almost points it out, but the building is empty and they're both nearly done with the day's work anyway, and he's far to taken to do anything but play along. "I couldn't agree more!" 

Cyllene gives him an odd, almost amused look, before coming around her desk slowly, each step closer making his heart race all the faster, until she's standing in front of him and his pulse is so intense he begins to worry he may pass out. 

Because goodness, she's far more beautiful than he ever noticed now that he's really paying attention, now that she's close, her face tilted up ever so slightly so she can maintain eye contact. He was wrong, he realizes, lucky doesn't even begin to cover whatever kind twist of fate has blessed him of all people with the chance to kiss someone like her. 

"As I said," she starts, her voice confident, yet quiet and intimate, a conflicting display that leaves him reeling, "I'm inexperienced, so I trust that you'll take the lead?" 

"Yes, of course. Leave all that to me." 

"Thank you. I'm ready when you are." 

Cyllene tilts her head again and lets her eyes fall closed, and while the angle is a bit wrong and there's a blush staining her pale cheeks he takes a moment to marvel at her nerve, envious that she can face something like this so fearlessly. 

He owes her no less than the same, he decides, and quickly brings a hand to her jaw to gently shift her face to the correct position before leaning down, his own eyes falling closed as his lips make contact with hers. 

It's slow, chaste—nothing more than a gentle bit of pressure—but his heart still skips a beat. She's warm, and so very soft, and though this isn't about him or a precursor to any other activities, he can't help the wave of desire that crashes over him, making him crave more.

He reminds himself to resist it. He's a gentleman—or at the very least a decent person—after all and Cyllene is his Captain as well as someone he considers a friend, he'd never risk ruining that bond by disregarding her consent. Besides, doing such a thing would sour the experience beyond salvage, and he already knows he wants to savor every second of this, commit it to memory so he can revisit it again as often as he'd like. 

His desire only grows at sight that greets him when he breaks the kiss; Cyllene's slate-blue eyes half-lidded as she gazes back at him, the blush on her cheeks far darker than it was before. 

Still, she's as honest as ever. "Interesting." 

"Interesting?"

"It wasn't at all unpleasant," she explains, "but I hardly think it's alluring enough to distract one at inopportune times." 

Even years later he'll struggle to understand exactly why he opened his mouth again, but that doesn't change the fact that he quickly replies, "Well, that was just a small kiss. The...distracting ones tend to be a lot more intense, to put it mildly." 

"I would assume they must be...still, I can’t imagine the difference is that profound." 

“I assure you, it is,” he chuckles awkwardly, face flushing, "though I must admit I’m not entirely sure how to describe it..."

Another beat of silence, and then, "Show me." 

"Oh!" he practically squeaks, feeling himself begin to drown in dual blinding panic and overwhelming desire to fulfill her request. "A-alright, as you wish. Just, uh, follow my lead, but do speak up if you want to s-stop, of course, and...feel free to- um, you know, take the reins, if you'd like." 

"Understood." 

Laventon keeps things simple at first, gently guiding her to move her lips against his while mostly closed, before finally parting his, heart hammering when she follows suit. 

He goes slowly, giving her as much time as possible to get used to things, but despite that less than a second after his tongue presses past her lips she lets out a shocked sound and jumps back, falling into a stiff stance nearly a full foot away from him. She tries to recover, or at least act natural, and nearly manages it, but the bright crimson blush coloring her face and the hand she's holding over her mouth betray her true feelings. 

"I'm sorry," he starts nervously, holding his hands up apologetically, "That's just um, how this s-sort of thing works..." 

"I know that," she practically snaps, letting her hand awkwardly fall to her side. 

He's not sure he entirely believes her, but either way he chooses to shoulder the blame. "Regardless, I should have warned you." She looks as if she can't decide if she agrees or not, so he continues, "Anyway, the last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable, Captain, and you've had a kiss now so, we can stop-" 

She shakes her head, some of her nervousness fading. "I don't want to stop. It was...simply an unfamiliar sensation, and it caught me by surprise."

"Are you quite sure? I don't want you to feel pressured-"

"I don't feel pressured, or uncomfortable, and I'm sure. If you're willing to continue, then so am I," she insists, starting to sound almost close to eager, and a fair bit more confident.

He nods. "Yes, I- um, I'm willing." 

Cyllene steps closer and tilts her head up once more, her stance more relaxed, though still guarded. "I'm ready." 

"Alright." 

This time Laventon tries to go even slower, to keep things progressing as naturally as possible, but in an apparent effort to maintain her composure she swings so far in the other direction that she hardly reacts at all when things move forward. It's undeniably awkward, leaving him feeling a bit like he's just poking at a statue, but soon enough she pushes past whatever is keeping her frozen and hesitantly moves in tandem with him.

It's still awkward, as she has no idea what she's doing, but the two of them have always worked well together and she's a quick study, and when she finally starts to get the hang of it the sensation that he lacked the words to describe begins to build up warm in his chest. It drives home how right he was, at least in his opinion, as even the slightest hint that she may agree to it would surely make the temptation to come do this with her at even the most inappropriate times incredibly distracting, to say the very least. 

And goodness soon distracting isn't even enough to cover it, because as the awkwardness fades and she becomes more confident, more bold—and almost desperate, needy, like she's waited her whole life for this moment and doesn't plan on passing up even a second of it now that it's come—his sense starts to leave him completely, the desire for more cementing itself firm in his chest. It makes his face burn and heart stutter and fingers flex at his side, barely resisting the urge to reach out, wrap her in his arms, and pull her close. If he can hardly hold his ground against that small temptation right now, knowing this was just on the other side of the door, waiting for him...heavens it would be like dangling water in front of a man dying of thirst. Far too cruel to even dwell on for long. 

Thankfully that train of thought is quickly swept away, because after a particularly arousing slide of her lips against his she suddenly tilts her head a bit more, letting herself get even closer, before reaching up of her own volition and gently resting her hands against his chest, her fingers hesitantly taking hold on his vest. 

It's almost overwhelming how instantly consumed by her presence he feels, and all at once he realizes that perhaps it's not just the kissing that he likes—though that is incredibly nice and she's becoming rather good at it unfairly quickly and it's sating his own baser needs exceptionally well—no perhaps what he truly likes is kissing her.

Just then, as if to convince him, she lets out a soft noise, something small right at the back of her throat, and leans in just a bit more, her fingers tightening their grip on his vest. It's beautiful, perfect, and for a moment the lustful desire gives way for pure, honest, burning affection. It's all the confirmation he needs. 

He likes her.

Oh, good heavens, he likes her. 

How had he not realized it before? They've known each other for years by now and have spent nearly every day together, surely he should have noticed that his feelings had drifted beyond platonic at some point. What point even was it? When had he started to appreciate her not as a coworker and captain, but as a companion? Someone he wanted around not merely because they share a common goal or mutual respect, but simply because it's her and things don't feel right if she's not beside him? Perhaps it all just happened so slowly, so naturally, that it hardly even registered until now, when it's finally right in front of him and impossible to ignore. 

Those people she spoke of, the ones who turned her down? They truly were fools. How could they not see how blessed they were? Laventon counts himself as fortunate just to share this moment with her, to be trusted so deeply that she isn't afraid to accept his help, to be able to stand close and truly take in how gorgeous she is, and yes, to kiss her, to hope that he's making her feel just as good as he does. To relish in it all, no matter how briefly, with a person he cares so very deeply for. If she even slightly returned these newfound emotions? He'd feel like the luckiest person alive. 

Pulling away is harder than it has any right to be, but when the time comes he manages, though he goes slowly, selfishly lingering in every last precious second until they're finally parted. 

"Do you understand now?" he asks softly, torn between staring into her eyes and gazing down at her lips, both sights overwhelming in their own way. 

Cyllene shakes her head, though he gets the distinct—and flattering—feeling that she’s chosen now to finally be dishonest. "It's...enjoyable," she explains, voice breathless and halting, "but I don't see how it's distracting-" 

Once again, he opens his mouth, caving to the desire to drag this moment out. "Well, admittedly, you t-typically get much- um, closer, than this..." 

"Closer?" she asks, a hint of urgency in her voice as she looks down at their bodies. They aren’t touching aside from her hands resting on his chest, but they’re still barely inches apart. 

"Yes." 

Cyllene wastes no time stepping forward until they're pressed flush against one another, forcing him to swallow nervously as his heart threatens to give out completely. "Like this?" she asks, meeting his gaze to confirm she hasn't misunderstood.

"Yes, s-sometimes or...almost." Because yes, often this is as close as couples bother getting, but no matter how much of her he has it's still not enough, and his eyes drift over to her desk beside them, though his voice one again fails him, as he's far too embarrassed with himself to explain. 

But she follows his gaze and puts the pieces together, and rather than be offended or embarrassed, she instead barely takes a moment to consider it before she steps past him and in one smooth movement hops up onto the thing, spreads her legs to make room, and yanks him close once more. 

"Like this?"

"Yes," he breathes, or tries to, anyway, it's become rather hard to pull in air past the overwhelming everything threatening to drown him completely. 

Cyllene lets the moment linger, her eyes dragging over his face, staring into his own eyes before drifting lower to his lips. "I can see how this is more intimate..." she admits quietly. 

"Indeed," he agrees, though as he continues his thoughts fight his attempt to put them into proper words. "I've found that the uh- the i-intimacy...it, well, a-accentuates the experience greatly." 

She leans a bit closer. "Would it be alright if I once again asked for your-"

"Yes," he interrupts, no longer caring how desperate he might sound. "I'd be happy to help." 

"Thank you." 

He waits with bated breath for her to close the distance between them once more, but she pauses, her gaze drifting up past his eyes. Her hand follows, delicately sliding along his cheek, tracing the edge of his hat before pushing past it ever so slightly, the tips of her fingers just barely grazing his curls. "May I...?" 

"Of course." 

“Alright,” she replies, before reaching up with her other hand to gently pull the knitted cap off his head and set it aside. 

Laventon flushes, feeling strangely bare without it. Not that he wears it for modesty reasons, it’s simply because he's always been more sensitive to the cold than the average person, but given the situation, he feels exposed and vulnerable. The feeling eases, however, when Cyllene's hands return to his head, one traveling up to run through his hair, the other cupping his jaw, her thumb grazing his beard. 

He can't suppress a sigh at the sensation, and he leans into her touch, letting his eyes fall shut. 

"Do you enjoy this?" she asks. 

He nods slowly, not wanting to dislodge her hands or discourage her touch. "Most people do." 

"I see." 

She continues her exploration, and she pulls her hand away from his hair before sliding it back through, this time grazing his scalp with her nails before making a loose fist and pulling ever so slightly. Despite how gentle it is he can't stop the small, appreciative whimper from escaping his throat, or his face from flushing bright red as it does. Thankfully she doesn't ask him to elaborate this time, though she certainly takes note of it, and she uses her grip on his hair to tug him into another kiss. 

This one is instantly far more heated than the previous ones, neither of them even remotely interested in going slow. Her hands move, wrapping around his shoulders, though she can't help but return to his hair, sliding her fingers up the back of his neck before slowly tangling them in the short curls there. It nearly makes him moan, but he swallows it back, only briefly concerned about how well she's pressing his buttons. 

The worry passes, however, as she next tightens her thighs around him ever so slightly, the pressure emptying his mind and cracking enough of his resolve that he finally touches her, letting his trembling hands come to rest on her sides, just above her hips. Even with the layers of her uniform between them he can tell she's warm and soft here too, but as good as it is it's not nearly enough, not anymore, and he can't stop himself from letting his hands slide a bit higher and then around to settle against the small of her back before using the leverage it grants him to pull her even closer. 

She seems to like it, breaking their kiss for just a moment to let out a soft, gorgeous gasp. He gets a quick look at her as she does, and his heart all but stops at the sight. In all the years they've worked together he's never seen her this disheveled before, her hair messy, face flushed, chest heaving, and it's so beautiful he almost—almost—wants to stop kissing her just so he can drink it in uninterrupted.

But then she closes the distance once more and he decides looking isn’t enough, no he wants to see if he can make it worse. Find out what she likes, exactly where and how to hold her, touch her, kiss her, and then dedicate all of Almighty Dialga's time to doing it right, giving her everything she wants until she's a shaking, trembling mess in his arms-  

All at once Laventon feels a familiar heat in his gut and tightness in his pants, and what little sense he has left breaks through the haze, his face burning as he realizes his body is well ahead of him on this one. Embarrassed panic quickly starts to overtake his mind as he prays to any god that's listening that she won't notice. Sure, it is only natural that he would find all of this incredibly arousing, but that's not what this is supposed to be about. It's about helping her gain experience, not his own idiotic lust, and he loathes the idea of her discovering how little control he has over himself and becoming uncomfortable—or offended—because of it. 

So he pulls away, faster than he probably should, but still slow enough that he can play it off as natural. Regardless she chases after him, her eyes only opening when that proves unsuccessful, and heavens, the look on her face—not offended or uncomfortable but confused, disappointed—nearly makes him cave and pull her back in. 

"Do you understand n-now?" he asks instead, thankful his breathlessness hides how nervous he is. 

Cyllene looks lost, her eyes clouded as they search his, and it takes her a long moment to process that this encounter is ending and actually answer his question. 

"This was...enlightening," she says, her flush darkening as she becomes more and more aware of how intense the two of them let things get. "I have much to consider..." 

It isn't a yes, but somehow makes him feel as if he's done a better job. “Well, I’m glad I could...be of service,” he replies clumsily, unsure of what else to say.

Her blush only grows more intense, and rather than respond she glances away and slowly loosens her hold on his vest. 

Laventon decides to keep quiet as best he can, as he’d rather not make things any more awkward than they already are, and instead he steps back and offers his hand to help her hop down from her desk. She takes it with a polite nod, and his heart skips a beat at the feel of her hand in his, the gentle pressure of her weight against him as she slides to the ground intimate in its own way. When she’s standing she turns her focus to her outfit and hair, hastily fixing both until she looks mostly presentable. He doesn’t bother putting his hat back on, as he feels more than warm enough without it, and simply shoves it into the pocket of his coat. 

Besides, the cool night air should help with his...situation. Speaking of which, he begins to panic anew, and in a rush to maintain some semblance of dignity, he hastily shrugs his labcoat off entirely, draping it over his arm and holding it close so the bulk of it hides his lower body from view. 

Cyllene gives him an odd look, but before she can put the pieces together he jumps in, “I suppose I should leave you to your night.” 

“Yes...and I should leave you to yours,” she replies slowly. “Thank you for humoring me, Professor. I appreciate your assistance, and your patience.” 

“It was my pl- or, u-um, I’m glad to help, truly.” 

“I also would appreciate your discretion regarding this matter.” 

“Of course! That goes without saying.” 

“Good.” 

Silence falls between them, and while Laventon knows he needs to leave, his feet refuse to obey him, followed closely by his mind, now once again caught up in his new-found feelings regarding Cyllene, namely how beautiful she is and how much he desperately wishes he could stay in her company a bit longer. Not even for lustful reasons--though that desire certainly hasn’t let go of it’s hold on him--no, he finds himself wondering what it would be like if they were a couple, if he was here not for...whatever this all was, but so that he could escort her home, or perhaps to their home. He’s not sure he could ever be so lucky, but the thought fills him with longing all the same. 

“Professor?” Cyllene asks, snapping him back to reality. 

“Yes! Sorry, I uh- lost my train of thought there for a moment,” he replies quickly, shoving away his useless fantasies. “Well, do take care on your way home tonight, Captain.” 

“I shall, and you as well.” 

“Certainly. Goodnight then, Captain.” 

“Goodnight, Professor.” 

He gives something between a respectful nod and a half-bow before making a combee-line for his office door, already planning to clean up and head home as fast as humanly possible, but he freezes in place when Cyllene calls out, “Professor, wait...” 

Laventon turns to face her, grasping onto the last of his composure as best he can. “Yes?” 

She takes a moment before responding, her eyes drifting to the wall behind his head, like she can’t quite bring herself to look directly at him. “If, in the future, I should...wish to gain further experience in this area, would it be alright if I once again asked for your assistance?” 

He nearly faints right there, only barely stopping himself from falling over or making a complete fool of himself by offering to immediately provide any assistance she might desire—either here or perhaps somewhere more private. 

“Of course,” he replies honestly, praying he sounds coherent, or at least not like the lustful fool he apparently is deep down. “I would be happy to help.” 

“Thank you,” she nods, finally glancing back at him. “Well then, goodnight...for now.” 

Laventon hangs on her last two words and all they imply like a lifeline. “Goodnight.” 

Cyllene nods once more before turning back to her desk, her hands nimbly gathering the last of her paperwork, and he leaves her to it, quickly ducking into his own office to do the same. 

He lets out a breath once he’s within the safety of his personal space and tosses his coat and hat over onto his kotatsu, no longer needing the protection they offer, but as he starts to close the door something stops him. He isn’t sure what, exactly, his mind is far too muddled to make sense of what he’s feeling anymore, but it leaves him standing there all the same, his shaking hand lingering on the doorknob. Perhaps it’s habit—after all, he tends to leave it open during the day—or perhaps there’s a finality to it that he doesn’t want to evoke, or...or maybe he simply doesn’t want to be parted from Cyllene just yet, even if only by a single door. 

He shakes his head, dismissing his racing thoughts and prying his hand off the knob, leaving the door cracked ever so slightly. 

[He then heads home and like Idk something something a few days pass and then Cyllene drags Laventon into a closet and makes out with him because she gets it now or something???? I genuinely cannot remember where I was going with the ending.]

#pokemon legends arceus #surveyshipping #lavenllene #pokemon #legends arceus #pla #p:la #professor laventon #captain cyllene #loo writes #YES I WAS LISTENING TO HOZIER WHILE WRITING THIS IDC #also pls ignore the hastily patched over plot hole #I'm too tired to fix it for real lmao

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Cars Outside

Ghost (Simon Riley x (Vixen)Fem!Reader)

TW: Angst, Cursing, Death, mdni, mentions of trauma

Summary: You and Simon had an argument right before an mission, and when it goes downwards, you get shot trying to protect him.

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I'm packin' my bags that I didn't unpack the last time.

"(Y/N) this mission has high risks, You're not coming." Simon tells her, as she stared at him with disbelief as he continued getting his gear ready "Me? Not coming? Simon- I'm the bomb specialist in this team, and the mission needs one! What do you mean 'm not coming?" She said as she also started wearing her vest and and get her gear ready, But Simon stops her "Take your vest off. Thats an order." He said coldly, she rolls her eyes and shakes his hand off

But you know the truth, I'd rather hold you

Than try to catch this flight.

"Price has already assigned me to be in this mission, don't bullshit me with your 'orders', I'm coming an thats final." She said as she finished wearing her vest and place her gear in its designated places.

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I don't wanna leave you

The mission went shit. They were surrounded, enemies left and right and any direction they look at theres an enemy approaching. "We're compromised we need back-up! Were low on ammo!" Simon said over the comms, Vixen heard this, Price told her to stay low, but soap and ghost were in a dangerous position, "Vixen stay put. Do not engage." Price said, She stood there as she listened Simon through comms. Finally having enough she took off, running away from the parked EVAC "Vixen!" Price shouted yet she was long gone.

I don't wanna leave you

She ran and ran, asking where to go. "Northwest- the small shop- fuck- careful- enemies scattered around the whole street, over" Soap said over comms as she soon found their location, the streets were indeed filled with enemies, she quickly loaded her gun, making a run for it, killing the soldiers that were now alerted by her presence, as she ran inside the shop "Go out the back door!" She shouted, as Soap quickly ran out, using his remaining bullets to clean a path, Ghost followed soap after, she watched Simon run, all of a sudden she yelled his codename, before running and pushing him to the side before a loud gnshot was heard. Then there was a deafening sound. She tried to focus her vision and listen, yet it was all a blur, she couldn't hear the man who was begging her-

Not to close her eyes. It reminded him when his brother died, like history was repeating itself. The nightmare all over again.

She can hear him but it was faint. "Keep your eyes open Vixen!" "Don't do this to me!" "Stay awake goddamnit!" She couls hear him. "Ghost.." She mumbled weakly. "Yes thats it love, talk to me, keep your eyes open" He said, Yo can hear the worrg n his voice. "I'm sorry.." She said, last thing she heard was a plead. "Don't die on me please!" Before everything went black.

. . .

They arrived at the EVAC. She was dead on arrival. She's lost too much blood due to being shot in the lungs, the bullet grazing her heart. They arrived back at base, the whole ride was silent. As ghost was left with his thoughts.

'I told you it was dangerous..'

Don't wanna leave you anymore.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #simon riley imagine #simon x reader #simon riley #ghost #ghost call of duty #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader #ghost x you #mw2 angst #mw2 #call of duty mwii #angst imagine #tw death #argument

[ghostlyreading]

Part one of What Happened to Us l Derek Morgan

Pairings: Derek Morgan x reader

Other parts here

Warnings: a little sad with angst

Summary: Your relationship with Derek isn't as good as it used to be and you don't know why.

You would say that you and Derek had a good relationship. But recently you’ve started to feel like he doesn’t really care for your relationship. He doesn’t seem to answer your texts and calls like he used to. He also doesn’t seem to come home at normal hours, he comes home at odd hours in the night and is gone before you get to see and talk to him. You start to worry that he doesn't want you anymore and that he has fallen out of love. So you do what any normal person would do, you confront him. You stay up until he gets home to talk to him.

"We need to talk," you tell your boyfriend when he comes into the room. You are lying in your shared bed reading a book. "That doesn't sound good," he jokes with you and getting ready for bed. "Derek I'm serious," you tell the man getting dressed. "What's wrong?" he asks climbing into bed with you. "It's just been a while since I've seen you and talked to you," you tell him. "I know, babe, I've been super busy at work." "No seriously, what's going on?" you ask more sternly this time. "Nothing's wrong," he says looking at you.

“I’m not stupid, you come home late and leave before I get to see you.” you tell him putting your book on your side table. “Babe theres nothing going on” he tells you laying down on the bed. “Hmm okay,” you tell him shutting the lights off and turning away from him. “Babe why are you laying all the way over there?” he questions you laughing. “It is super hot tonight so I don’t want to cuddle.” you tell him facing away from him. “Alright babe goodnight” he tells you confused but going to bed anyway.

The next day you wake up and he is gone again. You aren’t surprised though so you get up and take a shower and get ready for the day. You decide to call you mom and ask if she wants to go get breakfast. “Hey mom” you say when she answers the phone. “Hello my dear, how are you doing.” your mom asks you. “I’m good, do you want to go get breakfast with me?” you ask your mother. “Sure my dear just let me know where.” your mother answers before you both say bye and hang up. You message her the details and start your laundry before you leave.

“So my dear what have you and your boyfriend been up to lately” your mom asks after you both order food. “Nothing much, hes been working a lot lately” you tell your mother not letting her know the truth. “That’s a shame, hopefully soon you’ll get to spend more time together.” your mother answers you patting your hand. “I do too mom” you reply. After you both eat you part ways and you go home.

When you get home you finish laundry and sit down and start to think about what you should do. You couldn’t keep doing this with him. You couldn’t continue to pretend that your relationship is alright. It’s not he isn’t there for you, and he doens’t seem to care for you. So you sit and wait for him to get home while watching a movie.

He gets home about two hours later. You were about to bring up to him that you guys need to talk again but he asks you a question. “Hey babe, the teams having a party at the office tomorrow night and I wanted to know if you wanted to go with me” he asks you. You think about how you haven’t spent much time together so you say “yes” to him. He smiles at you and goes upstairs to get ready for bed. “Hey do you want to order pizza for dinner?” he asks you when he comes back downstairs. “Sure.” you reply.

After you both eat you get ready for bed as well. You both watch a movie and go to sleep. You once again turn away from him but this time he doesn’t say anything. You start to think about why he would ask when you haven’t done anything together in the last couple of weeks. You decide to go to bed and see how tomorrow night goes.

#Derek Morgan #criminal minds #derek morgan x reader

[imminent-danger-came]

I love reading your tags- especially when theres just even MORE info dumping there.

The least favorite character ask made me giggle a bit, "This character that appeared for a single episode is actually pretty cool. And this character is really awesome in this particular context. But ALSO I really like this character with very little actual screentime."

You‘re absolutely right though! Characters whose only purpose is to fill a particular role are chosen really well too! Like the Host Girl; sure, she doesn’t really have a personality or anything, but she doesn’t NEED to have one. As you said, she‘s collateral damage. She gives us more insight to Wukong, she shows us just how ruthless he can be. He‘s willing to kill the epitome of innocence: A child. A defenseless little girl with a cutesy voice, who was just in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

(It‘s also worth a mention that, contrary to Wukong, she revealed a softer side of Macaque. Not to the extent the fandom built it up, but in an arguably more meaningful way. He‘s worried/feels bad for a total stranger. Even if it was only a concerned look, she once again gave us a deeper insight to a member of the main cast.)

And the characters with less focus either have really genuine interactions (Yellow Tusk with Azure) that just endear you to them, or they drop a banger line (like the Jade Emperor) before their purpose is fulfilled.

Nothing wrong with being a plot device if it‘s done well!

This wasn‘t really much of an ask rather than me rambling. Sorry.

I welcome rambles in my ask box! Half of you that show up in my ask box could just write your own analysis posts.

And you're also totally right! There isn't anything wrong with characters that are there just to function as plot devices. Sometimes a child is there just to be a child, and that's all they need to be. I think I feel this way about Megapolis (a name for the city that hasn't even been mentioned in show). Like it's a city filled with innocent people, it's MK & the Gang's home, and that's all it kinda needs to be tbh. LMK has to be extremely tight with what it chooses to focus on because of time constraints, and it does that well. When it comes down to it, focusing on the characters/plot is more important than focusing on the setting (which I think debatably wouldn't contribute much anyways—like we don't need more of a reason to care about the city, you know?).

I have this same opinion when it comes to the Demon Bull Family, which may be an unpopular take, but the truth is that a lot of their development happened off-screen. After ROTSQ and until we see them again in 3x06, it's clear that there have been positive changes between Red Son and his parents. I think I've seen some folk want Red Son to cut off his parents entirely, but that kinda goes against the core of his character. Part of Red Son's appeal for me is his complete devotion to his family despite their flaws (saving them in ROTSQ and EYD, attempting to save them in 4x09). Red Son and Princess Iron Fan only ever wanted world domination because that's what DBK wanted, and after that failed—they gave up. They hit the bricks. Red Son then started a food business with his dad (jealous of MK and Pigsy's noodle shop mayhaps?), and I think it's telling that DBK would even agree to do that to begin with. DBK and PIF's disregard of Red Son may not be acknowledged in the way people want, and I get that, but it's not that it didn't happen. I'd say there's another jump in their development between the end of 3x14 and the beginning of 4x09, where the fact that DBK calls out for Red Son as he gets taken away shows a closeness between them that we hadn't seen before. It's also clear that DBK has grown past the person who only wanted to create the world in his own image, chastising Azure Lion:

Demon Bull King: "How many times must you be struck down chasing this same foolish dream?"

(4x09 Roast of the Monkie Kids)

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(Plus "This pursuit of yours has warped your mind brother—it is the only reason I could imagine that you would have the nerve to assault my home and harm my family!" echoing PIF in 1x10 "Come to your senses, this power has poisoned your mind!"; Azure unreasonably considers DBK a traitor like DBK had unreasonably considered Red Son a traitor, etc.)

DBK, unlike plenty of other antagonists in LMK (Spider Queen, LBD, and Azure specifically), learned to stop and accept the world as it was. He failed as a conqueror, but he still had his family, and he could try and not fail as a father for his "half-baked son"—or that's how I interpret DBK anyhow.

((I also want to bring up the fact that DBK didn't dare use the Samadhi Fire ring he had to power himself up with Red Son's furnace in AHIB. Like, even the Mr. Bull King has some restraint—there are prices too great to pay for the world, hence why he gave up on world domination after 1x10, when he almost killed his wife and son.))

To me it makes the Demon Bull Family feel like characters that exist outside of MK & the Gang, and can grow/change even when they're not on screen with our main characters, and I think that's cool. We also legitimately didn't have time for anything else.

#So tldr on the way the DB family has been handled thus far: I get if people don't like it that's completely fair #but idk if it's objectively bad. #I know there's a Villad's interview out there where he says he thinks during s2 Red Son took a lot of time to himself #That he realized some thangs about how his parents had treated him you know #And I get if people are disappointed by that. Unfortunately they're minor characters at this point & we got a lot of other stuff to focus o #Me personally I like what we have #They are insane for paralleling the Demon Bull family's one scene in s4 with 1x10 #Like. Holy shit their writing is TIGHT #lmk #lego monkie kid #asks #lmk Red Son #lmk DBK #lmk PIF #lmk analysis #you know what I think I just realized I legitimately like DBK. Like a decent amount. #The way he looks away in shame from PIF in 3x06 before she explains the Samadhi fire's origins. Omg. Is that guilt??? #''So you can see it would be impossible for fools such as yourselves to control that power— #if even the spawn of the Demon Bull King himself could not.'' #OMG!!!!!!! #anyways

[bittersweetimaginings]

Request for an Alex fic!

I've always wanted to see some heavy whump put on this character-

Maybe a sick fic?

Or just a senerio where he is hurt/exhausted/thirsty/hungry etc.

She/Her

Tired • Alex DeLarge

⚠️Content warning: Implied & mentions of t0xic relationship dynamics, ch3ating, Alex being an asshole (as always), mentions and mild descriptions of injuries, description of (consensual) s3x and cursing (yes, theres SMUT in this one). 

*These characters do not belong to me, all rights to their respective owners, this is just a piece of entertainment by and for fans. 

Summary: After one of his outings with his droogs, Alex finds himself being injured. As his long-time girlfriend you feel the urge to take care of him. 

Reader’s pronouns: She/Her 

Keys: Y/N = Your Name. Nadsat glossary. 

Author’s notes: If you want to send your own request, please check the Disclaimers & Rules post and the MASTERLIST post to see more content and which characters are available. 

This is somewhat of a continuation to this fic: “in the aftermath” or at least I wrote it with the same MC in mind! However, this time she is less submissive and has grown to be a bit more confrontational with Alex and his shit! But is not necessary to read the first one, this can be enjoyed as a standalone if you want! 

I'm not here to judge why you are consuming this type of content (I'm the one doing the writing after all) I know from personal experience that this type of content (as weird as it sounds to some of you) might be used as a coping mechanism to a similar situation some of us might've experience or are currently experiencing irl; but just in case, I want to encourage you to reach for help, so please, if you're going through a tough time or experiencing some kind of violence, here are some resources that I was able to find and might be of help, please stay safe everyone: 

List of countries and their helplines for d0m3stic abus3, s3xual as5ault and other resources. 

List of other resources for immediate help. 

List of countries and their respective helplines for su1cid3 prevention/crisis. 

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"He's been in there all week! Barely eats, barely goes out...I might knock the door down and put an end to this worry!" 

You hear Alex's mom tone through the phone slowly rising making her concerns quite apparent. 

 “I don’t think that’s necessary, I’m sure he’s fine, Ms.-”  

“Y/N dear, wouldn’t it be possible for you to come by the house this mornin’?” 

A slight pause is settled as you ponder her request. Truth be told, you haven’t talked with Alex much as of lately, the reason being you two breaking up (again) over him continuously flirting with another woman (again) and since you were already used to such behavior it wasn’t really the flirting that set you off (having Alex as your boyfriend had made you grown desensitized to many things), it was more the time and place that angered you, and though you knew you’ll get back together eventually, you had grown quite comfortable as a single woman, it was like allowing yourself a breather and would like to stay that way at least for a little bit longer... 

“I don’t think-…" 

“Please, dear...I- I noticed you and Alex haven’t talked much but maybe is time to patch things up?” 

You fall silent. The lady on the other end of the line has always been kind and warm to you even when her kid really wasn’t. Though perceptive she’s unaware about the true nature of your relationship with her son, only knowing the brighter side of the whole ordeal, it’s natural that she asks for your help, believing you to be a positive influence in Alex’s chaotic life. 

“Y/N?” 

She asks; the undeniable worry dripping in her voice tugging at the heartstrings of your own weak and sensible heart, you comprehend her pain and to be quite honest...you had been worried too...after all it is hard to break old habits...  

“I’ll be there as soon as I’m finished with school” 

You announce with a heavy sigh, hoping you won’t regret it. 

“Thank you dear! I appreciate it!” 

[…] 

The door to Alex’s home is right in front of you, the apartment is unusually quiet even knowing that his parents are most likely at work at this hour; you open the door with the spare key Alex gave you long ago and enter, his room it’s right down the hall of the apartment and before you knock there’s a slight hesitation as you wonder if this is really the best choice...maybe you can still turn back. 

You measure your options and become unaware of the movement in the rotary combination lock and only come back to reality as the door suddenly springs open. 

You haven’t seen his blue eyes in a couple of weeks, maybe that’s why you freeze in place as his surprised gaze meets yours, his brows narrow in confusion but soon a smirk on his face appears. 

“Well, well! Hi, hi, hi there! ‘Been a long time, innit?” 

He seemingly mocks you and visibly sizes you up with his eyes as he leans his body in the doorframe; it takes you a couple of blinks to get out of your trance and when you do you can’t help but feel angered at his smug attitude; you didn’t expect an apology, it’s been a long time since those stopped coming for every time he cheated. In fact, you don’t know what you expected...but definitely something better than this, your brows furrow and take a quick glance at him only to notice the state he’s in: bruises, most of them in the left side of his body, part of his chest on that side even seems quite swollen and some small superficial cuts on his right cheek. 

“Something wrong?” he asks dryly  

“You look like trash” the words come out of your mouth, hoping to hurt him even if just a bit, but instead he scoffs while leaning this time in your direction, his gaze looking for yours as he closes the distance. 

“My, really?” his voice drops in to a suggestive but slightly threatening tone, mocking smile never leaving him. 

The closeness of it all making you realize the man in front of you has been half naked from the beginning if only for a pair of underwear to cover him. 

As you roll your eyes and aggressively walk into his room you hope your cheeks aren’t flushed in case, he decides to tease you any further. As you enter you notice the messy state of the room which strikes you as odd since you know Alex usually tries to very careful when it comes to it but you figured he might’ve just thrown a tantrum recently. Then you see Basil sitting calmly in his usual spot by the poster of a naked woman, you immediately approach it. 

“Oh, hi there!” your baby voice coming through as you pet the top of the snake’s head. 

You hear him walk and feel him right behind you, his chin eventually touches the top of your head, his arms wrap around your body just right below your breasts and although you’re still mad you don’t make any attempts to remove him. 

“To what do I owe the pleasure of viddying* you here?” 

“Your mom called; said you wasn’t coming out of your room like some pathetic hermit. Figured it was serious if there was no record of you and the boys in the last few days”  

“Were you worried then?” 

“No” Yes, you were but won’t admit it so easily, he scoffs once more, he can see through you and as he holds you tighter, he bows his head just slightly to kiss your temple. 

“Then...why is that you’re here? More than welcomed to ignore her, are you not?” Whispers in your ear and you only try to calm the goosebumps by focusing your attention ever harder on the reptile in front of you. You hear him laugh lowly at your reaction. 

“My kisa*, you’re not being quite honest...” His declaration carries on with his mouth now traveling down your neck peppering small kisses. You hate how quick the urge of being all over him invades you, turning around quickly you reach to kiss him but as your hands rest on his chest for support he suddenly winces in pain and pushes you away. 

“bloddy cal*!” he mumbles as he tries to soothe his pain by covering the affected area with his hand, though startled by his sudden action you take the time to examine what exactly is wrong. Walking towards him you place your hand over the one he holds defensibly, subtly asking him to lower it to which he complies. 

Your hand explores the swollen side of his chest gently, it takes you a couple of minutes to realize the reason he is in pain:  

“Jesus, Alex your rib is fucking broken!” his brows furrow once more in an annoyed expression as he hears you exclaim. 

“Quite the sharp one are you, eh?” sarcasm present in his voice, maybe a bit bothered you didn’t notice it sooner. 

The thought of asking “what happened?” crosses your mind, but seeing the state the room is in, you pick up on the fact that it might be a sore topic for him and you don’t want him throwing another tantrum as he might injure himself further; instead, you scoff at him in a mildly angered expression. 

“Lay down, let’s treat it before it gets worse or Mr Deltoid finds out and questions you about it” you command and are satisfied with how quick he obeys at the mention of Mr Deltoid. 

[...] 

You surprise yourself with how many times you have helped Alex with his injuries it’s almost second nature to you at this point and though you pride yourself in your impeccable first-aid abilities you can’t help but see just how sad this really must be. 

Alex lays on his bed, eyes closed and wearing a pained expression that you know comes from the sensation of cold he feels through the bandages you had applied in his chest moments before; you hold a frozen bag of peas covered with a random woman’s blouse you found lying in his bedroom and take note it is not one that belongs to you and most certainly not his mother... 

“careful” he warns as he feels the pressure shifting; out of spite you disobey him and apply more pressure, making him wince once more. 

 “Ah! What you think you’re even doin’?!?!” in anger he almost sit up, but the pain knocks him back down. 

“Asshole” you declare throwing the clothing item in his face, setting the frozen bag aside, you sit by his side as you try to calm your own frustration. Alex gets strangely quiet but doesn’t move a muscle at your sudden vent and there’s a brief silence before it breaks. 

“You don’t need to take it so seriously” he says, seemingly in an attempt to comfort you without lying telling you that “it won’t happen again”  

“...” you look at him in frustration, he looks back at you and even through his expression is serious at the beginning, a smile grows on him as he notices your gaze, probably taking pleasure in your aching in some way. 

“C’mon, my pretty kisa, are you jealous?” he lightly tugs at the fabric of your dress as a way to secure your attention. 

“You don’t know what I’m feeling” you mutter. It’s true, you’re not jealous, just tired of the same shit, yet he’s so sure of his assumption he chuckles at your denial. Holding your elbow, he guides you to lay beside him, you don’t fight his action, deep down wanting the comfort he extends. 

“Now, now, my kisa, you can’t be jealous at some starry sooka who can’t even compare” 

You sigh, already overwhelmed by his sweet-talk, you just want him to shut up. 

“Don’t” he looks at you, one eyebrow raised in confusion as you interrupt him in the middle of his speech to kiss him lightly. 

“I don’t want to hear it” you whisper as your voice seems to falter slightly by the lump in your throat.  

He smiles his ever-dashing smile, those bright electrifying blue eyes staring at you with a hint of amusement, but this time you don’t really care about it. 

He stares at your lips, holds the back of your head tightly and finally kisses you roughly, it’s hard for you to keep up with him when you feel so close to crying; none the less you continue, allowing yourself the opportunity to block everything out; right now you don’t want to think how bad he really is for you. 

He caresses your leg, his hand lifting your dress allowing him easy access to your ass which he squeezes firmly enough to hurt you just slightly and as you react by throwing your head back to allowing yourself to moan, he quickly takes the space to kiss your neck this time even leaving a trail of bite marks on it and you make a mental note to find a way to cover those later. 

You can feel his hand trying to unfasten the top part of your dress and so you help him, allowing for your exposed breasts to be tasted by him, you moan even harder when you feel him suck especially harsh on one of your nipples. 

“Shit” you curse at him, this time you decide to get back at him by sliding your hand past his underwear and taking his cock in your hand making harsh up and down motions earning you a sudden grunt from him followed by a small laugh. 

“Quite the baddiwad* are you, my kisa, eh?” He manages to let out in between all the groaning 

Your only response comes in the form of a mocking smile, one similar to the many others he had given you 

“I can be even worse” you declare, in an act of petty revenge you press lightly at his injured spot, just enough for the pain to leave him lying on his back once more as you act quickly and climb right on top of him, you make eye contact with him and can tell that he is not only surprised but curious to see where this new found side of you might lead him. You lower yourself until your entrance falls just above his length and start grinding on it. You moan along with his grunts; you can feel him trying to hold himself back from cuming right then and there by gripping your ass and thighs with so much force you can tell he’s trying to anchor himself. 

You make a slight pause as you place your own underwear aside, leaving yourself partially exposed as your dress still hangs by your waist. You lower back onto him, this time allowing him to enter you; you watch as he looks at you with that beastly gaze of him, one full of determination and lust. Wasting no time, you begin riding him, but unlike many times before, this time you only care about your pleasure. 

You can’t tell how many times you danced up and down his cock, whatever the number might be you fasten your own pace when you feel so close and finally you reach it, your head and body naturally lean forward asking for a kiss as you moan a random curse you can’t even remember now. He complies kissing you and allowing yourself a few seconds to catch your breath, but only that...seconds, as he grabs your hips and tries to replicate your movements from moments before. 

But before he can do so, you act faster; pressing once more the sore spot on his chest he is thrown back in bed by the pain and you take the chance to come down from him, stand up, quickly fix your clothes and walk towards the door without allowing him any release. 

You hear him curse at you behind your back and maybe make an attempt to grab you but instead you get the pleasure of slamming the door right in his face. As you bolt through the hallway and out of flatblock 18A where your long-time boyfriend lives, you smile to yourself.  

It might be time for a change in your life... 

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#a clockwork orange #alex delarge x reader #alex delarge

[bezzygom]

DUDE im so curious about your white day au, could you tell us more about it ? :D

IM SORRY I FORGOT TO ANSWER

some contex for anyone reading:

part 1

part 2

mizurui

tbh there's not much to my white day au it was mainly supposed to be funny over anything else

the main plot is essentially rui being one of the mages at a castle but getting threatened with being fired which causes him to panic and claim that he has found a way to find the lost prince of the kingdom. he kinda comes up with semi working spell for that in a rush but the spell essentially leads him to a lost prince in general not specifically of their kingdom. after that rui with mizuki and akito in tow (as knights protecting/accompaning him) gets to toya who got adopted by tenmas as a kid and is running a family inn together with tsukasa and saki. theyre kinda hesitant to belive rui at first cause he seems like a scammer but in the end rui promises that he will help find out whats toyas past in exchange and they agree and go with them. but since like ive said all they know is that toya is "a lost prince" theyre not 100% sure its of their kingdom so while theyre on their way back they do like a cheklist of going to diffrent kingdoms for a quick stop and proving that yep toya is not that kingdoms prince

some other stuff that are not the main plot but might be entertaining:

- mizuki knows rui made everything up and is trying to cover for him and akito is the only one in the castle thats like "this guys bullshitting" and volunteered to join him to prove that the guy he found is not the prince. cut to a looney toons like compilation of rui and mizuki covering the truth in front of akito

- theres a slight tenma family side plot with saki wanting to leave to travel the world with l/n but not knowing how to tell tsukasa. In my head she claims that its because she doesnt want him to be alone and its harder now that she knows toya will probalby leave too but its also in a bigger part her being scared of leaving not in a "world is a scary and dangerous place" sense but in a "moving away can be a stressful experience" way and her feeling like telling tsukasa would make it final. toya learns by accident before the story starts and Ive imagined toya and saki bonding in scenes where they talk about how theyre actually kinda anxious to leave their home especially since its always been just the 3 of them. anyways it ends with a happy ending lol

- mafuyu is following them for plot relevent reasons i wont reveal in case i ever want to make more of it

- toya saki and tsukasa would get their white day outfits eventually but its not serious and in my head its them trying to disguise themselves to get into a royal event or something

- I wanted to make it a mizuruikasa au in a sense that mizuki and rui are already acting like a couple and then both of them are looking at this pathetic guy who tries to infodump akito whos a knight about knighthood and they think "I want him"

- theres some akitoya but its also mostly comical with akito having an internal conflict between "damn im falling for this guy" vs "I feel like liking the guy who im trying to prove is not a prince and rui is just making shit up is kinda like admitting defeat and I cant give rui the satisfaction"

- theres a song "learn to do it" in anastasia and this au exists 100% because ive imagined a scene where rui mizuki and akito desperately try to teach toya how to be a prince to it

#answering things #project sekai

[iibonniee]

RM1515: Criminal Law

Pairing: Chae Hyungwon x Reader (Slight Jungkook x reader but nothing explicit or romantic happens)

Genre: College AU/smut

Rating: M

Word Count: 4k (I wish I was joking)

Warnings: teacher/student relations, jealous!hyungwon, fingering, unprotected sex, slight angst, jungkook being the bestest best friend (theres sarcasm that warning)

Masterlist | The Faculty Masterlist

This is the third installment for a collaboration with @wordycerty. Both Jooheon and Changkyun's parts are posted on her page!

Taglist: @appachicken @dandelion-aj @xrubyrosex @babykyuniee @bekah931215

Y/N knew about a week in, that the relationship she had with Mr. Chae was anything but normal. That was about a two and a half years ago, and the secrecy and hiding all but made their relationship thrilling. 

She wasn’t sure how it started, or how they met. But if she put just enough thought into it, she could remember her sophomore year in her music theory class. It was a class she had randomly signed up for (she wouldn’t admit that her friend merely peer-pressured her into it because “the professor was gorgeous”).

Y/N had known about five minutes into class on the first day, that the class wasn’t for her. The only upside to the boring class was the professor, Mr. Yoo. He was charming, had killer vocals and was everything she could think of in a man. But he was smart and saw through the little façade she had put up. 

She remembered clearly when he pulled her to the side, his question was genuine but, to her, she felt like a fraud for being in a room where she shouldn’t be.

“You can be honest with me.” Mr. Yoo urged, his smile was small showing her that he wasn’t a threat. 

Her mouth opened, wanting to reply, but it snapped shut when she realized there was nothing she could say. She thought she only did it for her friend. But, she mainly did it for her own selfish reasons. 

Mr. Yoo was deadly attractive.

At the end of the day, Y/N should sit him down to thank him for pulling her to the side at the end of his boring lecture to ask her that silly question. If he hadn’t, she wouldn’t have met Mr. Chae. 

Mr. Chae’s interruption was unplanned, but definitely not unwelcome. The wave of surprise that flashed in his eyes was evident, although it didn’t last long. A guilty smile was replaced as apologies flew from his mouth. Yet, Mr. Yoo laughed it off, offering the male to come in to meet her. 

After that day, everything seemed to fall into place. 

Their meetings were often unplanned, but it was far too unbelievable that they’d run into each other more than five times a week - given his classroom was set across campus and he was the senior law teacher.

She didn’t complain, however. His gaze was intense, smirk faint, but there. Y/N never asked for it, but Mr. Chae surely agreed to it.  

Mr. Chae’s pattern was all the same; never unchanging even when she walked to her boring Music Theory class. So, she never stopped greeting him a good morning - or a good afternoon if given the time. 

But, as the weeks passed, she forgot how long it took until he finally broke, forcing her into a small study room and confessing that he was growing tired of all the formalities and occasional talking. 

“Hyungwon.” His confession was abrupt and he was panting with nervousness at the lack of her answers. “My name is Hyungwon. I want you to be in my class come your senior year. I want something between us. I don’t want a fling, I want a relationship.”

His confession was met with silence. Even with the knowledge of running late for that stupid class, his whispering words rang through the air and beat around her pounding heart. 

Yet, as she thought of his abrupt confession that happened two and a half years ago, she still couldn’t thank Mr. Yoo. Simply because their relationship was meant to be a secret. But the line between secrecy and truth was what made their relationship slightly crumble. 

Y/N knew her patience was cracking, the knowledge that he was trying to protect her and their relationship was flattering, but it was also that same acknowledgment of him spilling such a secret to his close coworkers that had her seething were she stood. 

“You did what?” The question was supposed to be calm, but her teeth were beared together in a hiss as her mind tried to process his words. “Are you - and you told me that I wasn’t supposed to say anything to anyone!”

She noticed the way his eyes did a quick scan of her face, trying to gauge out her emotions carefully. But his next words weren’t carefully picked out, not as he mumbled, “We aren’t fighting about this.” as he continued to clean his desk. 

For a moment, the girl was blown away at the lack of care he held. His subtle reply was a practical smack to the face. Her laugh was forced - mainly to try to break the unwelcome tension that Hyungwon had welcomed into the room with such a blunt answer. Either way, the laugh came and it didn’t stop. 

“I’m done.” 

Those two words seemed to halt her lovers movements, his once blank expression all morphing into surprise, then shocked, then worry all at once. 

“What do you mean, “You’re done”? You’re done with what?”

“This conversation! This! I don’t know!” Y/N gasped, the sudden frustration brewing through her blood faster than she could have imagined. “I need a break.”

“So that’s it? You’re leaving because I want to keep you safe. To keep US safe? Y/N, some of your friends are my students too! If word gets out about us, I’ll be the one taking the heat, not you.”

“Oh, but it’s ok for you to tell how many of your “friends” about us?!” At the end of the day, Y/N knew she was blowing this out of proportion. Maybe they could be trusted. Maybe they too held secrets that couldn’t be told. “Who are they?”

“You know I can’t tell you-“

“Right.” Once again her laugh held no amusement. “I think I should go.”

“Y/N wait,” Y/N heard the panic that broke through his voice. His desk was no longer a concern as his eyes were set on making it to the door just before her. “Are you still planning on coming over tonight?”

Maybe she’d slap Mr. Yoo too for having her meet such a selfish man. 

“Goodnight Hyungwon.”

~~

If Y/N knew one thing, it was that whenever Jungkook was deadly silent, his mind grew focused on things that shouldn’t be talked about. So, upon noticing his close friends sudden mood change and avoidance of him, the library silence that grew around the pair almost felt suffocating. 

Jungkook was no doubt smart when given the right motivation. And when he had discovered her strange behavior, his mind tried to work out  what exactly made her fall short in their close-knit friendship. 

In truth, his silence made her uncomfortable. 

Clearing her throat, she glanced over at her friend who had his head tucked in his arm, his eyes drifting towards the many books that surrounded their little corner. For a moment, she thought he had stopped breathing. His eyes remained unblinking as his breathing was almost too shallow for a healthy athlete. 

But, the moment he shot up with an excited and knowing smile, her heart raced all the more. His eyes finally locked onto hers and that same smile shined so bright as if he had just figured out a prize winning riddle. 

“You know that rumor that’s going around?” Jungkook’s first question was rather dumb seeing as they were in a university that was undoubtedly filled with plenty of rumors to share. 

“Kook, there’s so many rumors. Even our professors share rumors.” 

“That’s exactly what I’m getting at.” The moment he finished his sentence was the moment her heart started pounding in her chest. “I know you aren’t oblivious to the fact that Professor Chae has been even more moody lately. Now that I finally had time to think, you have been pretty moody, too. Almost as if you went through a fight.”

Now her heart was in her throat as she watched her closest friend piece together a puzzle that should never have been solved. Jungkook knew just about all the ins and outs of her. Her secrets could never be held for long, for even a little slip around him would have him catching on. 

“Jungkook, I've just gotten back from Calculus. You know how Professor Im is and how ungodly the class is. Of course I’m going to be moody.” With a wave of her hand, she attempted to whisk his accusation out the window, but his head shaking only furthered her panic. “What? Do you really think I’d be caught in a stupid rumor? You know the Dean himself denies that those aren’t true. Why would I date one of the professors?”

“Then tell me this, why haven’t I met him?”

Y/N’s mind tried to scramble for some answer. Anything that would prove her innocence in the lie that she started drowning in. Yet, as the silence passed with the seconds, the smirk that grew on Jungkook’s face grew. That’s when she knew that he had figured it out and the Dean was one of the people that had known. 

The mix of emotions that flashed through her body made her blood run cold. Almost as if she had caught her lover cheating except Hyungwon was loyal to her. Even amidst the fight, Hyungwon was suffering, too. But she couldn’t even confirm to her closest friend that Hyungwon was the man that stole her heart. 

“Oh my gosh.” His smile was too bright, too excited for anything other than the fact that he had just learned her biggest secret to date. “You’re in a relationship with Pro-“

“Shut up.” Y/N hissed as her hand covered his blabbering mouth. She knew their corner was secluded, but the mere fact that anyone on campus could hear such a secret worried her even more. “You have to promise to keep this a secret!"

Even hours later, with the truth being brought to light, she couldn’t help but cuddle close to Jungkook. Her apartment was silent besides the tv that softly played in the background. With a groan, her hands fell limp on her side, while her head relaxed on his chest. 

“Why am I so stupid? Oh course the Dean knows! Who else is in that little circle? God — who else knows? Why didn’t I tell you sooner? Why did I believe he’d truly keep his word?!”

Y/N knew the more she thought about it, the more frustrated she’d become. She knew that much the night she got home after her argument with Hyungwon. She knew he was a man that often kept his own secrets. Yet, she blamed herself for allowing him to do so. 

Part of her felt dirty. That maybe those people knew a lot more than what she had told Jungkook the moment they got to her apartment. She only grew more frustrated at the man she called her boyfriend. At how his messages never even seemed to stop even when if she had continued to ignore him. 

Y/N couldn’t blame her friend for the silence he provided. He was her temporary therapist while she spilled her life problems to him. After all, that’s practically what he signed up for the moment he deemed himself her best friend. 

“Kookie, did you fall asleep?” Upon her calling his name, Jungkook gave her arm a slight flick, causing the girl to softly giggle to herself at her friends answer. 

“I was falling asleep,” He joked, “What do you need?”

“Grab my phone and go through our messages. I just want you to see them.”

If Y/N could see the amusing smirk that spread across his face, she’d instantly regret the access she had given him. 

Her phone was in his seconds, the same password being typed in almost immediately. It didn’t take long to find Hyungwon’s messages. Only instead of following her request, he aimed the camera down so he could capture the almost romantic gesture shared between the two. 

With the picture saved and sent, his smirk continued as it showed “delivered”. He just needed to give her boyfriend that little push.

~~

Y/N knew Jungkook shouldn’t have been trusted. Whether he had accidentally sent something to Hyungwon and deleted it mid-panic while she was asleep or deliberately taunted him behind her back, she knew he was the culprit behind the mass of angry texts that came from Hyungwon throughout the night causing her to turn. off her phone in the middle of the night to avoid the heat. 

She wasn’t naïve about how her friend really was. When he wanted to test the water to see if it was just right, he would. If it was, hell would certainly break loose and she’d be there to pick up the pieces. That’s usually how it all went, anyways. 

Her second mistake was turning off her phone. She had to admit she was an idiot to think that was her best bet, but her brain at 2:56 in the morning wasn’t really awake, so that idea of foolishly turning off her phone was the best she could think of. Her only class started at 2:00 so there was no need to worry.

Except, she should have worried. It wasn’t the chirping birds that woke her up around her usual 8:30 a.m time, rather it was the brightly held sun that found no issues in invading her privacy to wake her up. The panic that rushed through her bones was worse than the truth being revealed.

Not only had she fought with Hyungwon, dealt with the backfire of Jungkook’s stupidity, but she was well late for his class.

The halls were deadly silent as the time hit just shy of 15 minutes passed her due time. She hardly had time to look at her phone as she threw on a freshly washed dress, threw on some shoes and booked it out the door, but upon finally turning on the thing, the messages the never felt ending didn’t come from Hyungwon, this time they were from Jungkook.

Kookie: Hey, I got you coffee! Meet in the quad? [Sent: 1:30 P.M]

Kookie: You awake? It’s almost time for class and your coffee is getting cold. [Sent: 1:55 P.M]

Kookie: Oh god, Y/N. He was watching me come in. Like - his eyes were glued to my movements. Where are you?? [Sent: 2:01 P.M]

Kookie: Are you skipping class or just dead asleep? Professor Chae is so angry today. He just told Wendy to quit talking to Irene. She was just asking for a pencil for notes! [Sent: 2:10 P.M]

Reading over his texts made her all the more nervous and she hated how she stood outside of his classroom door - room 1515: Criminal Law - with her heart racing as she watched her boyfriend’s movements, fingers fast as he wrote on the chalkboard. 

Sneaking into the room could be easy with his back turned to the board lecturing about whatever. So, with a deep breath, she took the opportunity to slip into the room where her eyes immediately found Jungkook's, who noticeably perked up at the sight of her.

“Miss L/N, you’re 15 minutes late.” Hyungwon’s tone was set in stone. The anger that kissed his lips and slipped out of his mouth to yell at her caused her to halt her movements. She turned to him, his own eyes narrowing wanting an explanation, maybe more if class wasn’t fully in session.

She didn’t reply to him. What was she to say exactly? “Sorry I’m so late, Hyungwon! I fell asleep cuddling up to my best friend Jungkook who did something he wasn’t supposed to and because of that I turned off my phone to ignore your questions?”

Yeah, right.

“You're never this late.” Jungkook started the moment she sat down, “What happened?!”

“You, you dickhead!” Y/N whispered through grit teeth. “Whatever stunt you pulled last night pissed him off. He was blowing up my phone until the dead of night. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Jungkook’s smile was sheepish. He knew what he had done, and the outcome was what he wanted it to be, but he had hoped the fallout wouldn’t fall on him - especially if the Professor had any part in it.

“It was to give him a push!”

“A push for what?!” Y/N seethed, hating how close Jungkook moved his seat. “To piss him off? To grow suspicious? I couldn’t even see what you sent him-”

“You’re 15 minutes late and you want to interrupt my lecture, Miss L/N?” No matter what it was, Y/N hated when he referred to her by her last name - and when he suddenly threw the class' attention on the two of them.

Even when she wanted to say something, her mouth remained shut and her head fell limp in defeat. 

“He was staring at us the whole time since you came in.” Jungkook whispered to her the second Hyungwon turned his back to the class. “I fucked up last night and forgot to cover my tattoos. I think he realized it was me.”

Fucking idiot.

Silence soon filled the space between the two. It wasn’t like she was actually paying attention anyway; her mind fell between deep thoughts and observing Hyungwon's mood. The past few days of ignoring his texts seemed to affect him more than she had thought, and the once-kind Professor Chae had no care of who he snapped at and why. 

It was easy to see it was her fault. After all, her ignoring him and everything that fell afterwards was mainly her doing. She could understand why he was so upset.

The sound of chairs moving and people starting to talk is what had her snapping from her thoughts. Glancing around she spotted Jungkook already by the door, instead of waiting for her, his smirk was evident as he slipped out amongst the crowd.

Bastard.

“Miss L/N, can I have a word with you?”

Jeon Jungkook. That bastard planned everything.

Cursing under her breath, her eyes followed as her boyfriend walked to the door waiting for the last student to leave with a smile so forced she was sure the student would’ve noticed it. As much as she tried, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from him as he shut the door almost too calmly, the lock echoing across the room.

It was then that she noticed his face was void of any emotions, his eyes were blank and a scowl adorned his face.

“So,” He began, not moving from the door. He wasn't going to give her the chance to run. Not this time. “I see you’re quite friendly with Jungkook. Didn’t think we were on a break. I just thought my girlfriend wanted to be a brat because I wouldn’t let others know.”

“A brat?” The new nickname flew from her mouth in utter disbelief. “A break? Hyungwon, what the fuck are you talking about?”

“Oh, don’t be asinine,” Hyungwon hissed. The moment his eyes met hers she felt a slight panic rush through her bones. “If you think for one second that I’m stupid, you’re wrong. I tried time and time again to have you come talk to me. But you continued to ignore me as if I didn't matter. How long did it take for you to run to him? You seemed pretty close to him according to that picture he sent.”

No matter what it was, she would find a way to ruin Jungkook's life. Not only for what was happening right now, but for deleting the picture off her phone. She hated how she wasn't aware of what the picture entailed. 

“He’s my best friend, Hyungwon. The one I pushed away so he wouldn't grow suspicious of our relationship. What? Do you think I just went to him to get fucked? Grow up, Hyungwon. If I did, it wouldn't be your concern. After all, I’m “single” and everyone knows I’m not seeing anyone.”

She watched as something in Hyungwon snapped. His once almost-composed nature fell and something switched.

“Get on the desk.” His request was simple, yet it took her a moment to process it. Her eyes were wide and their staredown felt endless and suffocating from the silence the room provided. “I said, get on the fucking desk, Y/N.”

“Hyungwon-” Her words were cut off by his fast movements. In three quick strides his hands found her waist, pushing her back until her butt hit the back of his messy desk. 

His lips were on hers the second she was forced to sit on the desk. The kiss was heated, the passion behind the millions of kisses they once shared gone with the past days. Hyungwon lips showed her no mercy, not once allowing her to catch up with the air that she might need.

A few days was far too much for Hyungwon.

He didn’t care how his tongue was forced into her mouth, he just enjoyed the moans that came from the back of her throat as she tried to fight him. He wasn’t letting her win this time.

“I don’t think you really fucked him,” He growled out the moment he broke the kiss. His fingers were now focused on her covered pussy, “I think you enjoy my cock too much. You just love to piss me off, huh? Love working me up so I can take my anger out on you.”

Even as he spewed words out, his mouth left bruises across her neck, done caring and done letting her walk around knowing that others didn’t know he fucked her raw. 

Hyungwon showed no mercy the second he inserted two fingers into her. The feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of her drove her wild and she invited the feeling all the more. 

Hyungwon had no care in the world about the mess he’d make. 

Even with his eyes never leaving her own and her cries growing louder, it wasn’t enough for him. He wanted everyone to know that she was his. 

“Fuck Hyungwon, I’m close—“ Yet, even the whine that she let out never deterred Hyungwon from feeling bad for stopping. He wanted her to cum around his cock, not his fingers. 

Wasting no time, his cock was in his hands, positioning himself at her entrance. He was done waiting. He’d be damned about the consequences. 

“This pussy is fucking mine.” He growled, enjoying the way her body moved with his. His thrusts were relentless and so were her moans. “Don’t you dare hold back. I want you louder than my fucking desk scraping this damn floor, understand?”

Even in her moaning state, Hyungwon heard the soft “yes” that left her lips. 

Hyungwon watched as she threw her head back, the pure ecstasy flowing from her mouth and meeting his own for an unkept song. His own moans were animalistic, untamed, and unbothered about how loud he was being. His mind focused on how nice her pussy was feeling around his cock.

“I’m about to cum. Please, Hyungwon, let me cum. Please please please.”

The grunt that came from her boyfriend told her that it was ok, and in seconds the waves of her orgasm hit her strong and hard. Falling limp in his arms, Hyungwon soon reached his climax, cumming inside her with soft curses.

“Are you alright? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Hyungwon was the first to speak after they both caught their breath. His lips left soft kisses along the inside of her wrist, showing her that he was no longer angry at what happened. 

Though her smile was lopsided and her nod was tired, Hyungwon could see that she was alright. 

“I think I’ll be a bit sore, but other than that, I’m ok.”

“Hey,” Now his attention was fully on her, “I’m sorry for everything. If you want to tell Jungkook about us I won’t stop you. It isn’t right for me to be allowed to have my friends know and yours not.”

“Oh, baby, he already knows.”

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[thephantomcasebook]

Let me prefix this by saying I somewhat find names interesting, their etymology, their meaning etc. In this fandom I like to look at characters that may have shared the name in the past, possible parallels between them, all that jazz but with Alicent her last sticks out to me.

The word Hightower invokes the image of Rapunzel, an imprisoned princess waiting to be rescued. Princess' in towers often have a dragon guarding the tower acting as a guard dog for the jailer. Not only is House Targaryens sigil a dragon but they call themselves dragons. They're dragon riders.

Alicent is so miserable 98% of the time we see her onscreen after her father's plot to have a become queen. Viserys uses her body for pleasure and heirs he does not care for. She struggled so much as a teen mom to a wailing infant and must deal with the fact that by simply breathing her children automatically have a bounty on their heads. She can't speak tyr truth about Rhaenrya's children otherwise it's off with her head. Hell Rhaenrya herself made a snarky comment about the situation Alicent was in.

Instead of being knight physically freeing her from this cage, Criston Cole frees her emotionally because she is able to share her thoughts with him and unlike her father he does not manipulate her so she is free to do so. He frees her by acting as somewhat of a father figure to her children and while I dont believe he was going to take Lucerys eye that night, I believe he was one of the few people who cared about her wellbeing and wished he could offer her some comfort. The regret in his voice when he said "as your protector my queen"(I want so baldly to free you from your pain but theres only so much I can do) . Kingsguards only follow orders of the king and are willing to turn a blind eye to the bullshit around them but the easy Criston eyes Viserys when he is dismissive of Alicent, man is contemplating being a Kingslayer. Criston can't free her in the traditional sense but he offers a reprieve. It's such a beautiful story of courtly love.

It always makes me think of 1x07 when they're in a foreign place, somewhere alien and uncomfortable like Driftmark. And the entire time they're almost inseparable, attached at the hip. You can tell that Alicent makes her home right against Criston's chest cause she's uncomfortable in this cold and unfriendly place. He is her comfort, her familiarity.

I think that unspoken direction between them, of living in each other's personal space, tells you all you need to know about those characters without saying a word. The familiarity, the unspoken bond, and the two in one aspect of their relationship, does the job better than 1x06 of contextualizing their connection. Criston isn't her mad dog, her hired muscle, nor her personal thug. He is literally all she's had for a decade - alone - with no one to comfort or look after her. Criston is her everything. He comforts her, affirms her, and is there when she needs someone.

1x06 made them seem like bitter and scolded high school kids. But 1x07 contextualizes them as something so much more in that one scene where Alicent pleas for Justice for Aemond is ignored and she turns to Criston and demands that he take Luke's eye in return. It's so automatic, so instinctual. She is alone ... again, and so she turns to her rock, her champion, her only friend, and the man she dreamed would've been her husband, to carry out her will, to avenge her, yo avenge this child they raised together.

"No, but you are sworn to me!"

Is such a telling line. It might as well be "You're all I have left in this life!" and the moment that Alicent and Rhaenyra mix it up, Criston runs - RUNS! - to her aid and has to be restrained from getting to her. Then, in the end, comes to her side, after checking on Aemond and stands by her as they square up with Rhaenyra and Daemon - the dueling rival couples.

My only regret is that they didn't keep it like it was in the book, where Otto wasn't there, so it really was just Alicent and Criston with the kids, alone, among the Blacks. I feel it would've had more weight and isolated feeling. Cause, when Aemond loses his eye, it is the catalyst for the Lyonel and Harwin Strong's deaths and the return of Otto and Daeron to King's Landing - effectively Alicent and Criston calling the Green's banners.

#House of the Dragon #Alicent Hightower #Criston Cole #Alicole #alicent x criston