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Trying to think if there’s anything that could genuinely get Roger upset or angry at any of his boys, and honestly yeah nope there’s there’s really not
#[ ooc ] ✧〖 bid farewell to weaver’s town 〗#[ i have talked ab this SO much but you'll hear it again---- dhjsdjklsd#[ just#[ unconditional love man#[ those are his Boys!#[ even in situations where one of them gets hurt from their own stupidity or something#[ roger's a selfish man he'll take full blame himself#[ he's their captain he's responsible for them whatever negative thing they do is because of him#[ roger will forcefully yoink the blame from their grips and claim it for himself and refuse to budge on it#[ i'd imagine rayleigh or gaban or someone else usually having to take role of actually Teaching the kids lessons because roger just#[ doesnt know how to do that fdjdskl#[ and he recognizes it and he does try and he is thankful that others do what he cant but he Knows he could never blame them for anything#[ sure he'll get playfully all >:ccc!! @ the kids for fun but honestly just in general roger Doesnt get genuinely pissed often#[ nearly never @ crew at least only to those outside who mess with his crew or loved ones#[ love isnt so much as blinding as roger fully seeing and being aware of fucked up stuff but deciding its not as important as his boys#[ not approving but accepting 'i see you i see what you've done and it hurts me so much to see but i see it and i accept it#and i still love you can we go home now? i'll hold your hands and wipe the blood from them with ginger touch'#[ again!! selfish man!!!#[ like even with extreme cases like say one of them somehow ends up killing rayleigh roger's. Utterly inconsolable and heartbroken#[ but he's still just ruffle their head before going to hide in a corner and cry---#[ i am just#[ shakes fist#[ unconditional love </3#[ does apply to most people he loves but its just taken to an extreme with his boys#[ sighs#[ can you tell its half past 4am fdsdskl
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I think something that always makes me cry about Astarion is just his learning what he can be like when he actually has safety and a support system. (Warning: the admittedly overly long essay has some spoilers)
Like sure in his initial dealings with you, it might look like he disapproves of good deeds if you're not choosing sassy answers.
But the man's been mentally/sexually/physically abused for 200 years and he straight up believes people can't genuinely care. All he has is his survival instinct and the knowledge of what hell is like. You beat a dog enough and all it knows is violent anger, and you meet him after he has just been given a slice of freedom from those centuries of beatings. He's terrified it's going to be taken away from him. Of course hes not going to be wanting to do things that could risk this freedom. Of course he's going to fall back on the only way he knows to barely survive - manipulation and cruelty.
But as the story goes on, if you show him you actually care, that you're genuinely nice, he learns he actually has safety with your character, stability even. This doesn't even have to be romantic, like the scene where you just back him up and say "Astarion is his own person, he makes his own choices" is a literal shock to his system. He has not had simple autonomy in over 200 years, I can't even imagine what that does to your mindset. And if you do go down the romantic route and you're actually accepting of him wanting to slow down and that you still genuinely care about him... He learns that as a survivor he's still worth love even if he doesn't provide sexual gratification. That his companionship is all you need - that he's worth it. That he's more than it.
There was definitely hints of him caring before. I mean I was sitting at high approval with him for a while, and you can definitely see through his sassiness that he is starting to care about the party. After this though, he just genuinely sees your character as someone he can depend on, and he starts approving of good actions ie) giving food to kids, letting yenna stay with you. And he approves because he's not as terrified anymore. He's not frantically clutching at resources or power or safety, because for the first time, with these companions, he doesn't need to. For the first time he sees that people can be genuinely caring and that's okay and good. He sees that maybe even he can be genuinely caring. The bond with the group grows SO much, and he finally has people he can rely on and that rely on him.
And when you get to act 2/3 (depending on where you separate the acts) and you learn what Cazador wants, you see him start to get mean and defensive again and it's because he's terrified he's going to lose everything he just recently grasped. His instinct is to power grab - what he mainly knows is that power means people can't hurt you - means you can hurt them instead. He's up against his abuser of 200 years and while yea, the group is strong and by this point you've likely done some incredible feats, 200 years of abuse makes Cazador the most terrifying monster to him. Furthermore, as you progress towards Cazador, Astarion has to witness what 200 years of his slavery has done to others, has to look them in the eye when he didn't even know they were still alive. He has to contend with what he was forced to do, what this means for others, what this means for him.
Astarion is then given such a potential boon - he can make it all go away. He can make the 7000 spawn go away. He can make Cazador go away. He can make the last 200 years go away. He can be free in the sun. He can make it so no one can ever hurt him again, forever. All he has to do is follow through with what most of his life has taught him - that cruelty and power are the only things that matter. All he has to do is kill 7000 victims (and oh how easily he can spin this to be a good thing), and all he has to do is kill his damned master (this is a good thing I will admit).
But this isn't that story. This is a story about a survivor that finally had the support and love to learn that he is more than what was done to him, and what he was forced to do. This is a story about a person who looks at exactly what terrifies him the most, and decides I will break this cycle of abuse, I will look it dead on, while with my friends, my new family, and I will stop it. This is a story about a person who learns that yes, certainly, there are cruel things in this world, horrors that haunt you, but this is a world full of love and care and he can help it. He can love and care for it, or in the very least start with his companions.
I haven't progressed much past this part yet, but thinking about it always makes me tear up. I know the story going forward could have some devastating twists, but right now I'm just excited to see what Astarion is like with this chapter over. Im very thankful Larian gave us this story of survivorship and love.
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can you do a hurt/comfort w/ Neteyam, Ao'nung, or Lo'ak where they're in a arranged marriage and the reader thinks that they don't love her the way she loves them.
kind of based off of that one scene from the Corpse Bride?
"I love you, Victor. But you're not mine,"
that's if you're taking requests. if not, I love your works and thanks for reading this! ❤️
You’re Not Mine ||| lo’ak x omatikaya!reader
hi lovie! thanks for the request 💞 ok so I've never seen the corpse bride so hopefully I didn't butcher this 🙈
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pairings: lo’ak x omatikaya!fem!reader
summary: alexa, play yours by conan gray
words: 1k
warnings/notes: angst (because that’s all I know how to do apparently) arranged marriage, one sided love, use of y/n, lo’ak is emotionally constipated, sweet ending tho
It was never difficult to love him. Falling for him was the easiest thing you had ever done. Like a moth to a flame you were drawn to him from the start. All he had to do was want you back.
But he never did.
Always feeling like the outcast of the clan, Lo'ak kept his heart guarded. More often than not he'd get hurt and he couldn't stand another heartbreak.
So Lo'ak swore off love. Never giving anyone a chance he declined every potential mate that came his way. He'd rather stay alone than risk the familiar ache in his chest.
Lo'ak's stubbornness as usual was testing his father's patience. Being well into adulthood, Jake was ready to see his youngest son settle down. It seemed the only way for that to happen was for Jake to take matters into his own hands.
The Olo'eyktan noticed the way your eyes always seemed to land on Lo'ak no matter what you were doing. You had grown into a fine hunter, beloved by the clan. You would be a great match for his son.
Jake sat you down along with your parents to ask your approval. He wouldn't force you into something you didn’t want, but he felt an arranged marriage would be best for his son.
The idea of finally being with the man you've been in love with for years lit your heart ablaze. But then the cruel reality of it came crashing down.
It was an arrangement. Not love.
With teary eyes you accepted Jake's proposal. You'd rather have Lo'ak to some extent than lose him completely.
Lo'ak was outraged with his father for not only allowing this, but causing it. He became shut off even more than he already was. Lo'ak hardly even looked at you anymore. It broke your heart.
A part of Lo'ak felt bad for resenting you. Deep down he knew you didn't deserve to be treated like this, stuck in this arrangement just like him. But his twisted mind told him that you were only here because you pitied him.
You tried desperately to get Lo’ak to see your love for him. But it was no use, you couldn’t make him see what he refused to.
Preparing dinner for yourself you weren’t expecting Lo’ak to be home anytime soon. Usually he stayed out until eclipse. You assumed that he couldn’t stand to be around you anymore than he had to.
You heard someone enter the tent. Looking up you were met with the last person you expected. Eyes widening you couldn’t help the look of shock on your face.
Lo’ak took in your wide eyes. You quickly went back to what you were doing. He sighed. After a few weeks of sulking he decided to actually give this a shot. If you had to be together it shouldn’t have to be miserable.
Besides, Lo’ak would be lying if he said he didn’t like you. Growing up he always admired your kindness. You never treated anyone differently, including himself.
“You’re back early.” You whispered as he sat across from you.
“I thought we could eat together.” He said nervously.
“Why?” It slipped out before you could stop it. You internally cringed at your bluntness.
“I understand if you don’t want to. I just thought-“ he sighed trailing off.
“I’d love to, Lo’ak.” You smiled at him.
“But why?” He stared at you stunned. “I’ve been nothing but an asshole to you when you did nothing to deserve it.”
“I want to make this work.”
“You don’t have to pretend Y/N. You can leave at any time and I won’t say a thing. I won’t fuck up your life anymore than I already have.”
“Lo’ak.” You sighed. “Please don’t say such things.”
“Please don’t.” He sighed looking up at you with watery eyes.
“Don’t what?” Your heart pinching at the sight of him.
“Don’t act like you want me. I wouldn’t be able to take the rejection. Not from you.” A tear slid down his cheek.
“Oh Lo’ak,” you sighed reaching your hand out to cup his cheek.
“No one wants me. Not even myself.” He whispered just loud enough for you to hear.
His words broke your heart in two. If only he knew how truly loved he was. Lo’ak caused himself the headache he was trying to avoid by building his walls too high.
"I want you!” You exclaimed. All of the pent up emotion you’ve been holding for weeks exploding out of you. “I would rip my heart out and lay it at your feet if that's what you asked of me."
“Y/N, what are you saying?” He breathed.
"I see you, Lo'ak." You confessed, hugging yourself tight as tears stung your eyes. "But you're not mine."
Lo’ak stared at you stunned. He couldn’t believe that you, the kindness and purest person he knew saw something worthwhile in him.
“I’m so stupid.” He muttered rubbing his palms over his face. “I’m so sorry Y/N.”
You took his hands in yours slowly bringing them up to your lips. Not breaking eye contact with him you gently kissed his knuckles.
“I. See. You.” You mumbled, lips still pressed against his knuckles.
Lo’ak stared in awe at you. His heartbeat quickened as a strange swirling feeling took over his stomach. Looking down he noticed the way you gently cradled his hands, as if you were holding precious stones.
His breath caught in his throat. He cursed himself for being so hard hearted. How did he go so long without seeing you?
Moving his hands to cup your face he slowly leaned in. Your eyes fluttered closed in anticipation for what was to come, praying that this wasn’t a dream.
His lips hesitantly met yours. You felt like your body was lit on fire. Pulling him closer you passionately kissed him back. As your lips moved in sync the sound of walls crumbling filled your ears.
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I'm really curious about what happened to tongue tied mc before she was with the boys. Can we get a glimpse of her past like maybe when she was coming to the hynr building or just in general when she was in a shelter?
Obvious Warnings for angst.
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Sometimes, you think of yourself as a ghost.
No one really looks at you, no one talks to you because you can't hold a proper conversation, and so no one bothers to really try and interact with you. It's the same right now, as your caretaker leads you along with her and the new, unfamiliar people talking up front. They're talking about you- but it's like you're not even there.
"Does she need any safety measures or anything? We only have category two hybrids here, that's why I'm asking." A more older man asks, and your caretaker shakes her head.
"We initially put her at more of a category three anyways, but then in her last home things went a little wrong- you know how it goes-, so now most of her issues stem from past brain injury more or less." She clarifies, and the man nods.
"Alright so she can stay on her own?" He only wants to know, and your caretaker nods.
"Mostly." She laughs. "Its not like she can complain, so we just assume, really. But she rarely ever gets hurt; and if she does, she learns pretty quickly not to do it again." She seems to joke, and everyone laughs.
Except you. Because you don't think it's all that funny.
"Great, alright! I mean, I don't know if she can read so I didn't buy anything for her to I don't know.. occupy herself with, but I guess we might buy something in the future." The man shrugs, opening the door to a standard furnished small apartment. It looks like you; mostly white, no color, bland and lifeless.
Like a ghost.
"I mean, we can't tell either, so I'm not sure about that." The lady holding your hand explains. "Alright! You've signed everything, all is approved- I guess that's done then!" She says, almost a bit too happy, as she puts your hand and backpack into a younger woman's hands. "Now don't cause any trouble alright?" Your caretaker tells you, and only now does it really dawn on you.
You're going today. You're leaving today. You're staying here, right now.
And while no, the carecenter wasn't a great place to live, it's still familiar and comforting and somewhat home- you don't want to stay here, not today, not like this- but it's clear that it's not your choice.
Because it never is.
"No no don't cry now- keep a good hold of her alright darling? She's got a tendency to run off, and the last time she did- well, you see the results for yourself." Your former caretaker tells the young woman almost as if shes joking, before she leaves.
No amount of whining, crying or fighting against the new woman's hand is gonna help, and you know that.
But as a hybrid, you can't help your behavior, you can't help but at least try, at least somehow let the people around you know that you do not agree with this because they don't listen to anything else you do. They never listen.
Only when you're doing something bad- only then do they seem to see you.
And it shows, moments later- because as soon as you stop struggling, as soon as you accept your situation, the door to the apartment closes, electronic lock beeping to signal its now secured, all while you stand in the middle of the empty and cold apartment while rain patters against the windows. And weirdly enough, as you stand in the silent living room, no one around to look at you or notice you, you only ask yourself one thing;
Is this truly that much different from where you came from anyways?
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Rgrgh Ok, the last one! This was super fun to do with you! I can't wait to see how the platonic yans seeing all their kids again is gonna play out.
So knowing how Raven is, I imagine she'd be similar to Hank in the sense of her change, she becomes grim, hollow in a sense. She doesn't act the same around the other kids, and she's quieter. Her guilt guides her to a dark part of herself, she might be be good at hiding it sometimes, but it can't be helped, two of her kids are gone, and she made sure that those parasites died in terror, knowing that what they'd done to them, their actions decided the next course of events.
I feel she might be the one to have the most doubts about whether this was what their kids would've wanted, divided on if they'd approve or not, if they were here, they might've liked the peace and calm, but what they had done to achieve it... but they aren't here, thats the point isn't it? All of this, they'd done for them, and her other children aren't fairing very well either, they have a hard time grasping with the fact that they'd not only lost their friends, but their siblings too, nothing could be done or said to fix it.
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I'm enjoying this too, 🐑 Anon!!!😊 Of course, once you've read this, I want to know... Who are your top three, out of the seven platonic yan adults, you would like the most as Reader's parent? (I said three because I figure it would be hard to choose just one person, and I myself have my favorites, but I want to hear your thoughts as well😊)
Raven had seen better days.
The feelings inside her... they hurt. They feel poisonous, venomous, dangerous.
The ones who caused them find out how it feels in full.
They'd taken them.
It wasn't fair.
Punishment was given, sharp and stinging and drowning in red. It was only fair. They'd- she- had lost someone. Multiple someones. And there was a price to pay. The problem was... who was paying that price, ultimately? The writhing, bleeding parasites, who caused this whole disaster? Their masters, their bosses, who were soon brought to heel and forced to resign, then joined them in death? The people, fearful and anxious, soon made to accept this new peace? The mutants, who now had the peace, but at a price? Or... perhaps it was them, who lost their children... Or still...
Their children who paid that price... Each and every bleeding drop of it. They would never know the peace they'd made because of them, the peace they made for them, and others like them... They wouldn't be with them, to joke or fight or laugh or cry.... They were simply...
Gone.
And it is a hollow feeling, with a hollow reward.
She'd lost a child that day, only to find out it wasn't one. It was two.
Her two flesh and blood children, both gone, one bleeding profusely and faded before anything could be done, the other quick to follow and crying, for all of them...
Reader had been her's. And she never knew. They never knew. And that would never be known outside of their group, because the only others they'd share it with were gone, cold and buried and resting. She does her best, to be there for her remaining child. For the other children. But most days all she feels is a bitter, burning bile inside her. A venom to be used against their enemies. A weapon that keeps others in line. She accepts what comfort is given... but it doesn't do much besides justify their actions.
They'd lost their own. And that was unforgivable.
Her daughter, Rogue, doesn't fare much better. She can sense the bitterness, the guilt, inside her. She's her mother; she knows this the same way she senses it in all the others.
Self-hatred. Loathing. Guilt. Anger. And always that burning, righteous rage, that helped bring about the world they now know.
What they've done... she doubts they would understand. But it doesn't matter if they would understand it or not. The way things were before allowed their fates to be sealed, to be carried out. Now, it would never happen again.
So, no. Maybe it isn't right. Maybe it's wrong. But it is a necessary evil, one that has only kept safe those who've suffered, those who would have met their fate eventually. So even if it's wrong, it is better this way...
(She'll miss them: she always will. But for now, she has to uphold the new world, the new order, they've made. And even if it's hard, even if it makes them wrong... Then that is a price they'll pay, if only to stop the past from happening all over again...)
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Thinking about it LoI's cutscene with Mathias kind of clarifies why Dracula keeps being evil even after Alucard told him of Lisa's last wish and he himself even apologizing to her for his actions.
When Leon calls him out on his bullshit claiming that Elisabetha would never approve of his actions Mathias....just ignores the question
He simply states that she was a kind woman and that's why he's pissed at God and then proceeds to ask Leon "Hey you would've done the same don't judge me"
But inadvertently he kind of answers Leon's question by claiming that Elisabetha was kind which means that, on some level, he knows that what he's doing would disgust her yet he represses that truth so that he can keep walloing in hatred.
Dracula knows that Lisa would hate him for his actions yet he keeps doing them because he can't let go of hatred. When he apologizes to her it's probably not just for what he's done already but for not being able to meet her wish in general
Similarily, in DoS, Soma knows full well that giving up to his dark self would be awful yet he tries to go along with Celia's plan anyway upon thinking Mina died, even apologizing to her for what he's about to do
Yep! Dracula is a selfish bastard. He claims to love his wives, and yes he certainly saw something in them and was fond of them... but he didn't actually care enough to put their wishes above his own.
That scene with Mathias himself is also very telling. My man just finished confessing to having ruined Leon's life, to having used him and Sara for the sake of his plan, and then he offers Leon to join him in immortality and pulls a surprisedpikachuface.jpg when Leon understandably tells him to go fuck himself. He's been swallowed by his rage against God for "taking Elisabetha away from him", he appeals to Leon's grief by saying "after what you've been through, you should know" probably expecting him to renounce God as well, but didn't expect that he would feel the same towards Mathias for pretty much doing the same thing. The lack of empathy is astounding.
"Elisabetha was a kind, honorable woman. She was concerned only for me to the very end… That is why I hate Him! Am I wrong?!" You can nearly see Mathias starting to think "huh, yeah, my wife was a good woman, she'd probably be concerned for me for what I'm doing"... until he retreats in his anger again and chooses to blame God once again. I mean, he just ruined so many people's lives and absorbed Walter's soul to become a vampire, a little too late to accept that he fucked up.
And this is baby Dracula. It's easy to imagine that, by the time of SoTN, sunk cost fallacy more than applies. He died and got resurrected so many times, he killed so many people, he spread so much misery... and for what? For him to realize that his loved women would hate him? No, he can't go back now.
As for DoS, the line "If it means getting Mina's revenge, I'll do it. Make me the dark lord" really hurt the first time I played :( all this time spent rejecting his fate, and he's aware that he'll lose himself and become the sworn enemy of his friends... but he just has enough of seeing his loved ones die. celia is so fucking dumb
Needless to say, NFCV barely touches this point, despite the whole "appeal" of N!Dracula being that it expands upon his grief. S2, through Godbrand and Carmilla, insists on the point that Dracula's plan was stupid, that he won't think about how vampires will feed, that he only wants to die, and why didn't he just turn Lisa into a vampire, but IIRC no one among the heroes (and yes I'm talking about Alucard in particular) points out his sheer hypocrisy and lack of respect towards the woman he's supposed to love.
(although, to be fair, I love the line "Kill for the endless lifetime of hate before me". He also knew that he would never recover from his rage. until he did but shhh)
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baek kyung is horrible and that's what makes him great.
if you've fallen in love with him uncritically, looked past his toxic actions and chosen to ignore that he's a walking red flag, i am concerned. i hope that's not doing any bad things to your brain. but him being awful is what's so compelling about him. he's a great antagonist for the story he's in.
he's a narrative foil for almost everyone around him.
eun dan-oh knows that yeah, technically she's smarter than the characters who have yet to become self-aware. but she respects their autonomy, however scripted it may be, and treats everyone with kindness. she doesn't see herself as better or more important just because she knows better. baek kyung does. whether it's bravado or pretense or genuine disdain, he treats everyone who hasn't woken up even worse than he did before.
ha-ru is often concerned for eun dan-oh's wellbeing. he's scared for her. her condition could kill her and there's no way for anyone to know when that could happen. he loves her and he understands his place in this is to support her. he's willing to go along with any plan she has to save her own life. baek kyung is also scared. and he's turning that on dan-oh. he's blaming her, even when he seems to be softer about it. he does not know how to express love in a healthy way. when he decides to help, he spends his time pushing the idea of their relationship as a method to save her. no matter how many times she insists that isn't what she wants.
lee do-hwa is the second male lead of secret. he's more or less accepted this, no matter how it may hurt, because he loves his female lead enough to let her go. it's enough to be by her side, however she wants him there. even if she's always on his mind, she doesn't need to be his whole being. baek kyung cannot accept that he is the second male lead of eun dan-oh's life (which is stretching the definition honestly). maybe if he had, they would form a genuine friendship. instead he imposes himself on her relationship and on her life because he cannot cope with the idea that if given the choice, she wouldn't pick the guy who belittles her constantly.
he's an unfortunate example of "hurt people hurt people".
it doesn't matter if he's on stage or in the shadow. baek kyung's home life is always awful. there has to be something uniquely painful about the discovery that your actions, your life, your personhood, were entirely scripted for you, when that's already been your reality for so long anyway. there is a life outside of his life but it's really more of the same. being a fictional character makes sense. he was never allowed to be real. it still hurts.
for baek kyung, hating the manhwaga is just transference. his father has already done enough to prove to him that he's a pawn in someone else's game. he hates this man, he resents the pain he's put him through. but when the stage is set, he also is vying so hard for his father's approval. how much of that emotional dissonance is left when he's back in the shadow?
his life is unfair, he's not alone in that. but he may be the only one who's not being taught how to cope with it. there's a little clique that's formed around the shared self-awareness, and he rarely steps into it. they rarely reach out to pull him in. he probably has few tools to understand how to ask for help. he probably cannot figure out the kind of help he actually needs.
and it doesn't help that the manhwaga instilled him with the core emotions of loneliness and rage. feelings that are hard to overcome without a lot of support. it's so easy for it all to turn to self-hate as he continues to be just wretched to everyone around him. he's asked what makes him act like that when he has the choice not to and he can't answer. he probably can't process that it is a choice. it's one thing for him to be so harmful when he's not in control of his actions, but he can't understand why he's still like that when in the shadow. he doesn't know how to change.
he's not a monster, he's just a kid.
baek kyung does monstrous things. vile, even evil, things. but he is so broken, and confused, and misguided, and hurt. and none of that makes the things he does okay. dan-oh would be within her rights to never forgive him – either universe's version of him – for the things he did to her. but just like his pain can't erase the way he harms people, his actions don't erase the fear in him. if he touches his terminally ill girlfriend's hand for support, that kindness will kill her. it's not true, it's not rational, but it's a very real scar that no one around him has even recognized.
he doesn't really deserve forgiveness. but in the end, he's trying to do the right thing so he can earn it anyway. he makes a choice that is not only about letting go, but about breaking a cycle of violence. he hates his father and the manhwaga for treating him like a tool, he resents his step-family and his schoolmates for ignoring his pain. he uses dan-oh as a tool to vent his ire and frustration, then as a generator of hope that might quell his loneliness. and he hates himself for it. because he knows that it's not right for him to ignore the pain that self-aware dan-oh would be feeling...if he allowed ha-ru to bring her back.
he knows it's not right. he doesn't know how to fix it and still be happy. so he chooses not to be. which is the right choice. it's the selfless choice. it's an unfair choice. because he's just a hurt kid and his childhood friend/arranged fiancee/abuse victim shouldn't be his only ray of hope. she forgives him, she tells him she doesn't see him as the monster he thinks he is, she allows him to express an apology so he can start to heal.
all it takes for him to begin to see a life that he doesn't spend alone and hurt is for his brother to see him. for him to hear from someone close that they see his loneliness, and who he is without it, and they believe he deserves better. they're sorry they didn't help him have something better. all he needed was i see you, i love you, i'm sorry.
baek kyung is a violent, unstable, manipulative asshole.
baek kyung is a hurt, confused, scared child.
he is all of those things, and that is what makes him so fascinating. that is what makes him an excellent sympathetic villain. in a story about regaining autonomy and saving your own life, there could be few better redeemed antagonists than an abused child who learns to stop being abusive.
#extraordinary you#warning it's long under the cut#I have more thoughts on him honestly. his life is a script within a script.#he has been broken into someone who cannot make choices in his life so he doesn't know how to make choices when he becomes self aware#he is his father's puppet even when he's not looking on stage. he is the manhwaga's puppet even when they're not looking in the shadow#he's so awful. he's perfect.#brain blogging#baek kyung
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I have a conflicting view on what story High Infidelity is telling.
I see that it's commonly viewed as an admission of cheating but tbh I was never one to track Taylor's "boyfriends". Something about that doesn't hit completely home for me.
My own view doesn't sit right with me either so we're getting a post about it as I collect my thoughts and why I think it is related to Tolerate It.
Lock broken
Slur spoken
Wound open
It starts with these three lines. Lock broken could be taken literally as in a lock broken to her diary which I've seen talked about. Also the lock to her trust has been broken. Can't even get in now if you have the key as you've shattered that for her. It implies some violation of trust.
Slur spoken after this violation. I feel that's not at all slurring words but an actual slur. Whoever violated her trust lashed out calling her a slur in response. (I'm considering her father maybe)
Wound open. A slur from a loved one is incredibly hurtful.
Game token
Ok now this one is interesting to me, game token. You collect a game token from somewhere like an arcade, to use later when you want to play a game.
In the context I'm laying out this implies the violation of her trust revealed something about her that can be used as a token over her. For when they want her to play their game so to say.
Blind hoping
Blind hoping that this violation won't be used against her in the future? Babe I've been there. Hoping that this information that happened across won't be used against you.
You said I was
Freeloading
This is something that makes me question the romantic relationship story. I can see it as a parent "fed up" of their child hanging onto them or their house, or even, hanging onto their guidence as you did as a child. Maybe they expected you wouldn't need that support and viewed their job as done when they raised you to 18 and now you're freeloading off that assumed support. You've been freeloading, now it's time to move out.
(This could be a cultural misunderstanding as I rarely hear that term used in romantic relationship settings)
I didn't know you were keeping count
This adds to the "what of this was a parental relationship" as you would never assume your parents are keeping count of everything they've done for you to weaponize against you later as a way you owe them for it all. Out of everyone you wouldn't think parents who brought you into this world are the ones that are keeping track of what you owe them.
Do you really want to know where I was April 29th?
This date is repeated and must be important, but what if it's used as an example of how you title a diary page? Each page starts with the date you're talking about. Her entry in this date was likely something clearly queer, not able to be read in another context and that's why there's the demand for her to say exactly what she was doing.
Do I really have to chart the constellations in his eyes?
This is the most beautiful way I've seen "connecting the dots" be expressed. Does she really have to tell her father exactly what she got up to on this date. He knows, she knows, he's pushing for her to say it out loud knowing it can never be taken back.
You know there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love
The slowest way is never loving them enough
Here is what convinced me. This line. Now think of Tolerate it. A song about never being accepted, her love not being celebrated. How she has done everything right and still is just tolerated. I'd nearly say it's almost like in that song she's not being loved enough by this parental figure and here we have it.
Tolerate it calls up imagery of being child-like in desperately wanting that parents love and approval. Of knowing they are treating you differently to the point of indifference, just dealing with you around.
High Infidelity is the night her father found out about her possible queerness, a secret girlfriend or something along those lines. They lash out, from that point on everything changes. Everything that was a given of a loving parental relationship became something to be used against her, she was now a freeloader, and Tolerate it is how that'd played out over a longer period of time.
Is this completely based on personal experience? Partly. When my parents found out I was queer everything changed in that relationship. In the house I was tolerated until I left. They praise the bare minimum they did and kept count of everything a parent is meant to do anyway to use it against me if I ever expressed how I was mistreated. How I owed them for that.
I absolutely invite some discussion on this song and the lyrics, has anyone else drawn up something different, a connection to another song?
#ts#taylor swift#gaylor#gaylor swift#ts lyrics#taylor swift lyrics#midnights#high infidelity#tolerate it
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Till death
Okay... I can be evil for only so long. The entire conclusion didn’t all fit under that last prompt. Plus it was fun chucking the whole thing off of that cliffhanger like that.😇
Epilogue
The dark sedan rolled slowly between lush green squares of grass in a garden dedicated to loss. It came to a stop in a tree sheltered corner, and two men climbed out. Fortunately for them, it was raining pretty hard, so no one was around to see their clasped hands under the umbrella as they began a slow search among the evenly spaced white stones.
"Here, Pally."
"Yeah."
They stood, reading the simple inscription in silence. It simply listed Charlie's name, his dates, the branch he served in and three words.
Medic.
Hero.
Loved.
"It's beautiful."
"Yeah."
"Need a minute?"
A simple tightening of his hand was the only response. They stood in silence thinking of the journey that brought them here.
When Roy said no to Johnny the day he came home, he didn't have time to react or feel before Roy swept him up into his arms.
"Forever, John." Roy said against his lips. "I want you. I need you. I love you. Forever."
They kissed like they wanted to devour each other. Until only the need for breath drove them apart.
At this point in the remembering Johnny always sighs. All they did after that was crawl into bed and sleep for hours.
But they were in each other's arms again.
When Johnny would sigh, Roy would laugh fondly, and kiss his lover if he could. Now was no exception, and he kissed Johnny’s cheek. When Johnny wrapped his arm around Roy's shoulders and pulled him closer in response, he rested his head on his shoulder and sighed contentedly.
They didn't speak. They didn't need to. Everything has already been said.
Johnny told Roy about seeing his aunt again, and his parents. But mostly about his conversation with Charlie. Roy wanted to dismiss it as a dream, except Johnny knew Roy had gasped out Johnny’s name twice during those few hours he had with Charlie.
"He knew you loved him." Johnny had said, his hands holding Roy’s face and smiling like the sun. "He knew."
That brought Roy the peace he'd been missing.
"I read the letter. I'm going to do it, and go see it when it's done."
Johnny beamed and exuberantly expressed his approval. Roy accepted it gratefully, but he still needed to make amends with Johnny over his treatment.
"I lost my temper." He'd said, his quiet voice full of self recrimination and loathing. "I lost my temper and hurt you. I'm sorry, Johnny. I have no excuse or explanation."
He paused so long that Johnny was beginning to fidget.
"I'm terrified that I'm turning into Sir." He whispered painfully.
"Oh no." Johnny breathed. He'd been waiting for this. "Roy, no. You're not. You wouldn't have chosen to be a paramedic. And you're usually so gentle and kind. But you're also human, Pally. So am I."
Johnny stopped Roy's protests with a deep, loving kiss.
"I'll make a deal with you Roy." Johnny said seriously. "You don't lose your temper again and I won't interfere anymore."
"John…"
"No. You've beat yourself up enough." Johnny said gently before letting the grin Roy found so adorable spread across his face. "Besides. I'm sure Dixie already let you have it."
Roy blushed beautifully, his shy smile split his face.
"And Joe. And my mom. And Cap."
"Cap?!"
"He wanted to know what happened between us."
"Same. I told him I messed things up as usual."
"Oh Johnny-"
"Shh…shh…no more guilt." Johnny said softly. "Now come here and let me love you."
They stood there in the rain, Roy's head on Johnny's shoulder, looking at Charlie's grave.
"Thank you John."
"Me? What for?"
"For finding out about Charlie. That he'd arranged it so I could select his marker."
"Anything for you, Pally."
"Thank you for giving me another chance."
"I'll give you as many as you need." Johnny paused for a while. "And same here, by the way."
Roy wrapped his arm around Johnny's waist and pulled him closer.
"Thank you, Charlie." Johnny murmured.
"I love you, Charlie." Roy whispered.
Johnny stroked Roy's hair once and placed a quick kiss on his temple. Roy's soft smile turned to something more.
"Come on, Junior. You've been out in the rain long enough. I don't want you to have a relapse."
"Roooy." Johnny whined as Roy steered him back to the car.
"Let's get you back to the hotel and warmed up." He whispered hotly into Johnny’s ear. Johnny hummed and increased his pace.
"You better get me in bed too."
"Yes, you definitely need your rest if you're going to move in when we get back."
Johnny grinned.
"Good thing I got sick and need someone to take care of me."
"Don't push your luck, Junior."
Johnny pinned Roy against the car with his hips.
"Just push there?" He asked with a wicked glint in his eye before capturing Roy's mouth with his.
"I love you." He said when they broke apart, his voice harsh with need and want.
"I love you too." Roy responded with equal fervor. "Forever."
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@shiroi---kumo sent an icon:
✉ + Sumu (it never got sent though)
"Send ✉ for a written letter from my muse."
Relationship Building || ACCEPTING
Mun note: Under a cut, mind the tags, note that there's so much swearing it'd make a sailor blush. Sielu truly and honestly despises this man and would call his own morals into question if it meant getting to do something about Sumu's numerous awful actions.
To my fucking beloathed,
I don't know you personally. I don't want to, either. In fact, I'm glad I don't ever see your stupid face because I can't describe what would happen to you if I did.
You say you speak for our Celestial Mother. You fucking don't. There's absolutely no way you do. There's no fucking way she wants you to do this. There's no way she wants you to treat Pilvi - and yes, I'll use his fucking name because I'm not a damn coward like you are, what the fuck do you MEAN 'his eminence' - the way that you do or try to manipulate shit in your favor the way that you do. Nothing in this universe is worth doing such horrible things to anyone, much less a child, much less a Misterican child.
Beyond that, it's gotten fucking personal now. I can't sleep because I can't stop hearing him scream. I can't fucking stand it. I can't stop hearing it every motherfucking time I close my eyes and now on top of it all he's got tattoos he didn't consent to. They hurt him. He cries and I hear that too. He's just a boy. He doesn't deserve the pain and expectations that come from one sorry excuse of a Misterican and you know what? I'm on a tangent now. We'll go further.
Do you understand how much you stress my sister out? Do you know how fucking awful it is for her? She can't even cry until we get home and even then she has to be quiet. She's scared. She's scared and I fucking hate that. She's so worked up all the time she's even started snapping at me because Tiamat fucking forbid anyone says anything you don't personally agree with. Unlike you, I have enough fucking decency to not hurt or threaten people over insignificant shit like that. I can't fucking stand it when she's hurt in any way and especially when I can't do anything about it except let her cry or yell at me or whatever. Not like you'd care, since you're so okay with causing harm.
Fuck you. I hate you. I hope every bad thing that can ever possibly happen to you does. From the smallest of inconveniences to the worst fucking torment imaginable (and even unimaginable), I hope every one of them befalls you. You're cruel and I hate you. You've done nothing for the Kingdom and certainly nothing I can see Lady Tiamat herself approving of.
Unkind regards and worst wishes,
Aqua Sielu
#hey ho nobody home ; queue.#sing a round of love ; answered.#violence tw#injury tw#religion tw#passive aggressive tw#threat tw#topic ; pilvi#topic ; sydän#topic ; dislikes#topic ; fears#topic ; religion#topic ; tiamat#topic ; misterica#topic ; sumu#meme ; relationship building#arc ; sing dear bird (misterica)
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𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤-𝐨𝐫-𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐮𝐝𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧
Well, here's the last Halloween short. It was meant to be the first but of course i fucked it up and it didn't post. fml.
anyway. Enjoy <3
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warnings: none
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enjoy xx
Halloween wasn't really a big deal with the Warrens, usually. They mostly just let Judy dress up, go out for a while, then come back home. Ed was too nervous that Judy would get harmed, and Lorraine knew that the spirits and various demons that roamed around these parts quite enjoyed getting around that night. That is, until a few years ago. When you came into their lives. You appeared like a hallucination and took over the Warren's lives like a whirlwind. You'd gotten close with Lorraine, and then Ed, and before any of you knew it you'd ended up in their bed. Six months later, the couple had asked you to join their relationship as more than a bedmate, and you'd eagerly accepted. That was two years ago, now you live with them and are existing in lovely domestic bliss; besides the demons of course.
But today is Halloween, and for once you've convinced both of them to let you take Judy out. You've already donned your costume, a rough rendition of Morticia Addams, and are helping Judy braid her hair into Dutch braids to match your theme as a teenage Wednesday. With one done, you move onto the second, and ask "So, are you excited?" The brunette smiles and replies "Um, yeah, of course I am! Mom and dad never let me go out for more than, like, thirty minutes." You chuckle, shaking your head at your partner's overprotectiveness. They obviously had a reason to be wary, and they weren't wrong for being nervous about this kind of thing. But they trust you, and you would never let Judy get hurt. Ever. Once you tie off the second braid, dropping it to lay against Judy's chest, you stand back up and clap your hands together, smiling proudly. "You look absolutely amazing, darling," you exclaim, and Judy grins, spinning in place to show you the whole costume. It looks amazing, of course, so after a bit of dark eyeshadow and eyeliner, she's done. You do the same for yourself, putting on your fake nails and makeup.
With one last nod to yourself in the mirror, you gesture to the door for Judy to follow, and head out into the sitting room, where Lorraine and Ed sit together talking quietly between themselves. You clear your throat, gaining their attention, and the two brunettes glance over to you and their daughter. Fond smiles immediately bloom on both their faces, and Lorraine is the first to stand and approach you. She cups Judy's face between her hands, tilting it to the side and inspecting your work. Then she looks to you and says "You did wonderful, darling." You shrug, smug smile playing on your lips as you state "Of course I did. I've been trick-or-treating since I was a kid, I know what I'm doing." Lorraine rolls her eyes playfully but steps in front of you anyway and presses a soft kiss to your lips as Ed also appears at her side, checking out his daughter and then your costumes, nodding in approval. "Wednesday and Morticia, eh?" he asks, and Judy nods eagerly, making the three of you chuckle. After a few more minutes of talking through the rules, you promising to stay safe and that you know how to take care of yourself, and giving your partner's quick kisses, and you're off.
You quickly check your lipstick in the mirror by the door and sigh when you see it slightly messed up, quickly fixing it and calling out "You messed up my lipstick!" It's teasing, and faintly you hear Ed shout "Too bad!" and it makes you laugh. You don't get the chance to respond before Judy's dragging you out the door with a laugh of her own. A dark leather bag over Judy's shoulder, the two of you turn right and start heading down the block. You point out decorations and laugh when Judy's eyes light up at the bright lights and skeletons draped with spiderwebs. Within thirty minutes, you've gained at least a dozen compliments on your matching outfits, and have had four women say something along the lines of "Aww, how sweet, you and your daughter match!" and each time you've laughed, thinking "If they only knew." Plus, Judy already has more candy than she's ever gotten in past years, apparently--it's a thought that makes you very happy, and quite proud of yourself.
Soon, you approach a large house, dark and ominous; the perfect stereotypical Halloween mansion. You can feel Judy's nervousness from where you stand, and as much as you love the girl, you also know that no Halloween is complete without at least one scare. Plus, you know the people who live here, and they're amazing at that kind of thing--you've gotten spooked more than once here. So with a little smirk, you gently push her up the walk and towards the house, mumbling "Go on, I'm sure it looks scarier than it is," and the girl believes you. You almost feel bad for taking advantage of her trust like this...but not quite. So you watch her take cautious steps towards the looming home, glancing rapidly side to side, just waiting for something to happen. But nothing does, and you see her relax almost imperceptibly. But not even seconds later, she lets out a scream as someone sprints at her in some sort of devil costume, running past her with a shout. Judy jumps backwards and you burst into laughter, holding your stomach as you cackle. Judy glares back at you and shouts something like "Screw you, y/n!" It makes you gasp and hold your chest, calling back "Language, young lady!"
She just rolls her eyes and walks forward again, as confident as she can. It seems like the home owners are going easy this year as the only other scare they do is swinging the door open with a loud "boo!" that makes Judy jump back again, holding her chest and breathing heavily. The older lady in the doorway laughs, and holds out a whole handful of candy to drop into Judy's bag. She catches sight of you and another smile spreads across her face as she waves, calling out "Hey, y/n!" You smile back, jogging up towards the house as you reply "Evening, Diana!" The blonde asks how you've been and you shrug, making a so-so motion with your hand and saying "Pretty good. Taking Judy here out for her first proper Halloween," as you clap your "daughter"'s shoulder, an action which earns you a grumble from the girl. You exchange a few more words with Diana before dismissing yourself with a wave and returning with Judy to the sidewalk. Once you're away from the house the girl mumbles "That was mean of you, y/n." You sigh, bending down a bit and apologizing for not telling her. "I'm sorry sweetheart. I just wanted to let you get in a good spook. I won't let it happen again, okay?"
The brunette nods, and you two continue on with your night. But as it starts to get dark, and you check your watch to see it being nearly 9, you finally say "Alright, time to head back. Your parents will get worried." Judy sighs unhappily, but doesn't argue, knowing you're right. The two of you talk quietly about the night as you return home, Judy swinging her candy bag by her side with one hand and holding yours with the other. It only takes ten minutes or so before you've arrived, and you let Judy go inside first, closing the door behind her with a soft click before following the hyperactive child into the sitting room once again. Unsurprisingly, you find her parents sitting there, Lorraine cuddled up against Ed's side, who has his arm around her shoulder. She looks to be napping, but wakes as soon as Judy skips into the room, exclaiming "Mom, dad! We're back!" The woman sits up quickly, standing and looking over the two of you before finally relaxing once she knows you're alright. With a relieved sigh, she comes forward, listening to Judy tell her all about what the two of you had gotten up to. You gain a playful glare from both of them when Judy mentions you conveniently forgetting to tell her about the one house's reputation for giving children heart attacks.
Once Judy takes a breath, pausing her rapid-fire speaking, you finally get to cut in with "And we were very careful, so you don't have to worry about anything." Both Ed and Lorraine give you a grateful look, and you earn a soft, loving kiss from the latter that you sigh into contentedly. Soon the four of you settle in for the night, agreeing to let Judy stay up a bit later than normal to watch a movie, still in costume. She acquires the spot between her parents, while you get the luxury of cuddling into Lorraine, a position which doesn't take long to become your head in her lap as her runs her fingers through your hair. And once Judy goes to bed, Ed pulls you up so you're draped across both of them, legs across Lorraine's lap and head now on Ed's. He leaves a kiss on your forehead, your nose, both cheeks, and finally your lips, each one making you giggle breathlessly while Lorraine's fingers run across your thighs. It's not an action meant to lead to more, simply a soft, comforting touch that leaves shivers on your skin through your dress. The three of you spend the rest of the night there, and when you also go to bed, you fall asleep with the feeling of Lorraine's head snuggled into your collar and Ed's arm wrapped around both of you protectively.
#lorraine warren#lorraine warren x reader#ed warren#ed warren x reader#ed warren x lorraine warren x reader#ed warren x lorraine warren#the conjuring#vera farmiga#patrick wilson#fanfiction#romance#halloween special#polyam#imagine#ficlet#x reader#fem!reader#polyamourous#lgbtq
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NXX deals with her overwork (Part 4 Final - NSFW)
Finally this is done goddamn I can now sleep
This is fucking long, please be warned.
...Artem likers may want to skip this bit :'(
Rosa: Trying to fix questionable decisions by making even more questionable decisions
"Phew. Finally...done."
Rosa closed the binder containing the hardcopies of the files she was poring over for the last few hours. All files sorted, all files in their proper places. She felt like draping over the desk in utter exhaustion but it was not her desk; it was Artem's, and the owner of said desk was somehow looking at her intently (even more so than he usually did).
She tried her best to pretend she did not notice.
Her eyes were drawn to the digital clock displayed by the edge of the nearby hologram board: 11:16 PM. Yet another all-nighter. Factor in the time required to commute home, to do the necessary chores and prep for the next day, to eat, to wash up...
She would probably be in bed by 2 AM.
Rosa sighed inwardly, fatigue already set in her bones, fatigue that never eased up ever since an onslaught of assigned cases were thrown her and Artem's way since around six months ago.
But now... Now, it seemed that everything is finally done and that they have managed to catch up. Maybe tomorrow she can finally go home by 6 PM and drop by Luke's store; maybe on Saturday she can take up Dr. Richter's offer of participating in another live-action detective game. Or maybe she can finally take on Marius's challenge of who can snag that mythical frog plush in the new crane game machine in the swanky arcade located in CBD...
A myriad of maybes, each of them bore promises of taking back the life that she had to put on pause for half a year, because Things Needed Doing and she was the only one who could do them.
Or so Artem would want her to believe.
Rosa gathered her things off his desk and prepared to leave. "I guess that's it, Artem, great work," she beamed at him, with what little smile she could muster. "I'll see you tomorrow, and hopefully things stick to BAU for some time, so we can have time to ourselves after shift, finally."
Artem nodded. "Yeah. Good job," he said. "You've been brilliant today--as always, Rosa," he gave her a smile, that smile that he only ever flashed when he approved of her work. "Did you notice how the client immediately accepted your terms? You have improved a lot."
"Thanks, Artem," Rosa nodded, giving him a tight-lipped smile in response. "You've taught me."
"If you keep this up," he reached out to lightly touch her hand, "You'll surpass even me."
Rosa shook her head weakly. "Nah. There's a lot for me to learn, Artem. But thanks for the kind words."
"You need to have more faith in yourself, Rosa," Artem said, his cerulean eyes focused on her. "With my guidance, I..."
His fingers sought out hers, interlocking them into a tight grip. "I can take you further."
Slowly he pulled Rosa towards him by the hand, bringing her so close to him that only her bag, which she held to her chest, was the only thing that separated her body from his.
"...Artem?" Rosa muttered, weakly. "What are you..."
His other hand combed through her hair. "Don't you want to know just how far you can go, how much you can achieve, how many people you can help with your talent?" he whispered, his soft voice easily carrying throughout his deathly-quiet office. "I can help you. I know how to help you. As long as you listen to my advice, as long as you work with me, we can do anything."
His hands then gently cupped her face. "And you're the best partner for me. Don't you see, Rosa? I don't want anyone else but you."
Artem then bent over, intending to kiss her.
"Mmph--Artem, no," Rosa shrugged off his hold on her. "I'm sorry...if I gave you any mixed signals," she said, slightly panicking. "I'm sorry," She looked up at Artem, who was equally shocked as she was, and a little hurt.
"...why?" he eventually rasped out. "What else do I need to do? What do you want me to do, Rosa?" he asked. "I helped you; you have achieved so much, and we can do more...isn't that enough? Isn't that what's important?"
His eyes betrayed his hurt and indignation.
Rosa slowly stepped backwards, inching closer to the door that led out of his office. "My career is important. My growth is important." She gulped nervously. She was not afraid of Artem himself, but of the realization that slowly unfurled in her mind.
All this time, was he helping me looking for something in exchange?
Was he...keeping me here...because?
"But I too have other things I want to do, Artem." Rosa continued, voice resolute. "Things other than my career."
"Only I can help you, Rosa," Artem said, his voice slow and measured. "You know this--"
Enough.
"I'm sorry. I have to go."
Steeling herself, Rosa quickly turned and opened the door.
Opened the door to run out of the office, never looking back.
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Stepping out of the bathroom fresh from her shower, Rosa grabbed her new nightwear gifted to her by Marius, slipping it on over her head and letting the impossibly soft silken fabric fall over her body. It was neither warm nor cool to the skin; it was just right...
Not even Goldilocks could have anything to say against this nightie, she thought as she admired the view of herself wearing Marius's gift from the reflection on her mirror: while it was a cute white slip of a dress embellished with purple ribbons the nightie was clearly made with comfort in mind.
She remembered how Marius handed it to her after one of their meetings in the NXX Headquarters:
"Missy, I miss you--when can we play in the arcades again?" he had said as he pushed the package into her arms. "Aaaaanyway you look like you didn't have enough sleep again. Try that, maybe sleeping in silk would improve things? I read it wicks off sweat and stuff. Eheheh. Though take a pic and show me how it looks on you? Aaaaah Missy no no I kid! I kid!"
Smiling wistfully at the memory Rosa did one last twirl in front of her mirror, admiring how the sheen of the ribbons seemed to sparkle in the scant light.
Rosa then walked over to her desk, where an elegant tin container sat right in the middle.
It contained several sachets of Vyn's personal tea blends, all curated with inducing sleep in mind.
She decided to make herself some tea. As she poured hot water from her electric kettle into her teacup, Vyn's mildly terse words came to mind:
"Rosa, as much as I would like to help you, I cannot help someone who not only rejects all hands that reach out to them, but also is adamant that they alone can do everything by themselves. That is not what you said? No? But everything you just told me can be neatly paraphrased into that. Yes, feel free to be offended, I do not care. But I will always be here. You only need to call. In the meantime here, take this. This will help you sleep. I will not meddle in your personal or professional affairs, but please, Rosa. Be more discerning of whose voice you listen to.
As Rosa took her time time sipping Vyn's lavender and mint infusion she wondered if Vyn had known what was happening all along; that someone was taking advantage of her sheer drive and determination to develop and grow, molding her into something of his vision.
She wondered if the psychiatrist had noticed that she was too entrenched in her tunnel vision to realize that Artem was indeed building her up, shaping her career and letting her soar new heights; but according to his vision, and his ideals.
And his wants. His desires.
And for what cost?
Rosa wondered how much of her own self she had lost, in that blind pursuit of excellence--regardless of who charted the course. Yes, it was not her course. It was someone else's and she in her naivete and foolishness let Artem decide things for her.
She felt like she had lost most of her own passion along the way. And maybe Vyn had seen it, recognized the hallmarks, but could not help her because he could only step in...if she wanted his help in the first place.
Having finished her cup Rosa now padded to her bed, getting ready to sleep. Tomorrow she can dwell more on things that needed to be dwelt upon. As for now...
Rosa turned on her music player, set the volume to low, and slipped underneath her bedsheets.
Heya, Watson, the short email that accompanied the playlist of classic songs currently playing began, Guess what? I finally found music files of that album your folks used to play over and over when we were kids every Sunday. I remember you always getting knocked out every Sunday afternoon because of these. Why don't you play this if you can't sleep? Anyway, I miss you. Hopefully we can spend more time when your schedule frees up or something?
Before she knew it, Rosa gradually fell to slumber.
Surrounded and clothed by gifts, well-wishes, and concerns of those who truly looked out for her.
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"Welcome back, Rosa," Vyn said. "I was wondering when I would see you again in my office. It has been quite long since you last visited me here."
Rosa sat herself on the chair opposite Vyn's. "Yeah. We finally managed to catch up with our work, so there shouldn't be any overtimes for the foreseeable future." she said. "I'm thinking of picking up my old role as your teaching assistant, if that's still...available?"
Vyn's face cracked into a small smile. "Why, of course. It is a role reserved only for you. Or rather," he put down his tablet onto his executive desk, and folded his hands onto the smooth surface of the table. "It is a role created for you. Of course you can take it back."
"Thanks, Dr. Richter." Rosa said, smiling wanly.
"Is there anything that you would want to talk about, Rosa?" Vyn inquired. "You seem lacking in joie de vivre, despite getting back your time for yourself."
He adjusted his glasses. "Is there anything amiss?"
"Yes, well--"
All of a sudden the door to Vyn's office swung wide open.
Vyn groaned.
"MISSY!"
"Watson!"
"Luke! Marius!" Rosa exclaimed seconds before being pulled up by their hands and getting smothered in their hugs. "Oh you guys, I really missed you two. Really, I did."
A tapping sound came from Vyn's table.
"I missed you too, Dr. Richter," Rosa grinned at the doctor, who only returned her words with a tight-lipped smile.
Marius sniggered. "Aw poor Vyn's feelings got hurt--oh SHIT!"
He barely dodged the pair of scissors that Vyn hurled at him; the scissors almost grazed his shoulder, only to fall and slide across the smooth-tiled floor with a clatter.
"Vyn, what the fuck?! What if you hit Rosa with those?" Marius cried out incredulously.
"My aim is precise, Marius. I will never hurt her." Vyn's voice came calmly, and swimming in venom.
"Yes, but what if you hit me, man?"
"I am a doctor. I am sufficiently stocked and able to tend to your wounds should you bleed too much all over my floor and my furniture."
"That's what you are worried about?!" Marius unconsciously gripped his shoulder, which was almost clipped by Vyn's potential murder weapon.
"Damn. You really did it this time, Marius," Luke sniggered behind a gloved hand. "If I were you I'd bail on the next few tutoring sessions."
Rosa stared at Vyn, mouth slightly agape. The doctor's throwing arm was still stretched out post-throw; when he noticed Rosa gaping at him he cleared his throat and straightened the lapels of his coat.
"I am sorry you had to see that. Things were rough without you around, you see," Vyn murmured, then sighed as he settled back into his executive chair. "The few minutes when I get see you in Headquarters before you have to return to your office is never enough. I really do miss our talks. It is only unfortunate that my sentiments seem to be one-sided,"
Vyn's tone was almost pouting.
"But Dr. Richter, I miss our talks too," Rosa said. "I'm sorry, I guess I was too--"
Vyn stood up, and wordlessly opened his arms toward her.
Shaking her head, smiling, Rosa walked over and stepped into his arms, allowing herself to be enveloped in a tight hug. "I missed you all. It's been long," she said, burying her face in Vyn's chest.
"Ew," Marius muttered, only to be jabbed at his side by Luke's elbow.
As soon as Rosa pulled away from Vyn's hug she settled back into her chair. "Thanks guys," she said, her mood growing somber. "Anyway...about why I called all of you here instead of Headquarters..."
"You are concerned about someone listening in, if we convened in the NXX Headquarters?" Vyn guessed.
Rosa nodded quietly. "But I don't think he's a problem now. I just...want to apologize."
"Huh? What for?" Marius asked as he made himself comfortable in Vyn's chaise longue.
"If you're talking about not seeing us for days at a time, I totally get you Watson," Luke said as he took his spot on the other chair opposite Vyn's. "I mean, you were buried in all that work. I don't blame you for it."
"Yeah, but...I was being highly dismissive of your concerns towards me," Rosa said quietly. "I'm really sorry about that."
Vyn propped up his chin on steepled fingers, his elbows planted on his desk. "That was because someone was heavily influencing your decisions, Rosa," he said. "Someone who was in the position to do so, and chose to abuse that privilege instead of using it to guide and nurture you according to your own goals and needs."
Then his voice softens as he said, "I also do not blame you."
"Mm, thanks." Rosa almost looked tearful. "Your little gifts helped me. you know. Getting myself to sleep."
She then shook her head, willing away her dark mood. Today was a day of reuniting with friends, after all. "I was thinking we can go to--"
The buzz of her smartphone went off.
"Oh, sorry, let me get it..." Rosa fished out her smartphone from her purse. Her face darkened upon seeing the sender.
The three men closely watched her as she read the text message, until she dropped the phone and slumped deeper into her chair.
Rosa buried her face in her hands, letting our a drawn-out ragged sigh.
"Hey, Missy, what happened?" Marius's voice took a more serious tone. He straightened up in his seat. "What's wrong?"
"Watson?"
Vyn only observed her closely, in silence.
Eventually Rosa took a deep breath and said, "Artem has accepted some more cases. Said that it would be beneficial for us to explore Legal Portfolio Management, and that a couple of cases seem to be related to NXX."
"Bull," Vyn muttered under his breath. "The active cases we have are not under the purview of legal--or any of us, except Luke and NSB."
Rosa pursed her lips, looking thoroughly resigned. "I don't know--that's what he says here."
"Can you ask which cases they are? I need to look them up," Vyn said. Then to Luke, "Run by me the statuses of the NXX cases pending Yishmir's review and input."
"Right-o," Luke murmured as he took out his smartphone.
"I like how you guys are all cavalier about accessing the NXX database over public infra," Marius muttered. "I swear you all make my Security and R&D suffer. Can't you at least give them a breather?"
"They'll appreciate the breach testing. Just give them a call now to give them a heads up." Luke said as he hit Send on his smartphone. "Vyn, it's all yours."
"I also have the case names and citations here," Rosa said as she slid her phone across the doctor's desk.
For about fifteen minutes they waited with bated breath as Vyn hunkered over his workstation reviewing the active NXX cases, in relation to the ones Artem listed as the newly-accepted cases in Themis.
After some time Vyn eventually pushed himself away from the workstation, taking his glasses off briefly to rub his eyes, then putting them back on.
"Yes. As I have suspected, Artem is full of bullshit," Vyn muttered as he spun a fountain pen between the fingers of his right hand. "The cases he referred to as related are barely even built. It is as if he is almost fabricating, Rosa, fabricating reasons to keep you under his watch."
"He has already accepted the cases in our behalf, Dr. Richter," she said. "There's no choice but for me to--"
"Nonsense!" Vyn spat out, sharply. He had had enough. "Rosa, I need you to answer me these few questions, yes or no,"
Stunned into silence, Rosa could only nod.
Vyn then proceeded to throw her questions in a rapid-fire manner:
"Has he ever complimented you excessively, to the point that you feel you do not deserve the praises?" Vyn asked, massaging his temples.
Rosa gave it a few seconds thought, then said "Yes."
"Does he lavish you often with gifts?"
Rosa shook her head. "He does offer me a lot of things like dinners, or taking me to go somewhere as a treat, oftentimes, but I refuse..."
"That counts as a Yes. Next, does he oftentimes call you, text you, even in your personal time, with such frequency that you would consider intrusive?"
"...Yes."
"Do you think he demands attention from you, all the time? To the point of isolating you--wait, we all know what the answer to that is. It is a resounding Yes. Next,
"Does he get upset when you try to say no to anything he's offered you, or when you set your boundaries, such as not calling you outside of business hours?"
"...Yes. I tried it once, when I expressed my discomfort of him just dropping by my apartment to visit me."
"Fucking hell," Marius muttered. "And I had to wait around for Missy to call me."
Vyn ignored Marius. "And lastly...Rosa, you may choose to not answer this, given current company, if you are uncomfortable. But," he took a deep breath. "Has he attempted to take your relationship to the next level?"
The doctor finally saw it fit to pause. Then, "Sexually," he clarified.
The room fell so quiet that one could hear the sound of Luke cracking his knuckles reverberate within the office.
"...he tried to kiss me, at least," Rosa admitted quietly. "The other night. That was the last straw, I think."
"Fuck," Luke muttered. "Can't believe someone like that is too close to home. I'll fucking kill the bastard."
"They almost always are, Luke," Vyn said. "Classic manipulation. It's almost love bombing, but in an office setting.
"Well, Rosa? What do you want to do? Normally, the best course of action is to remove the offending element--but each member of the NXX Investigations Team is highly specialized, and with Hume and elder von Hagen MIA we are already crippled as it is."
"Hey, hey, Vyn." Luke crossed his arms. "You make it sound like it's her fault, and that she has to bear responsi--"
"I said nothing of the sort, Luke, and if you could let me finish, please?" Vyn cut in. "I am letting Rosa voice out her wishes, or if she wants us to take matters into our own hands instead."
Vyn turned his focus back to Rosa. "We can simplify this to two options: One, is to proceed with cutting out Wing from the NXX Project and Themis, and we deal with the fallout accordingly. The second is that we somehow put him in his place and make the idiot understand said place.
"I am giving you, as they say, first dibs on deciding which course of action you want us to take, Rosa," Vyn said as he tapped his fingers onto his desk. "If you are unsure, you may turn to us to help you decide."
Rosa thumbed the hem of her skirt, deep in thought.
"Of course, you do not have to give your answer now--"
"Dr. Richter, when you say 'put him in his place', do you mean something like pulling him down a few pegs?" Rosa finally asked.
"...Not quite. Not the standard meaning of that particular idiom," Vyn admitted. "What I meant was something along the lines of driving the fact home into his brain that you are both merely work colleagues and that he should respect your boundaries, that you are never his to have his merry way with," he explained.
"It is not easy to do on someone with a single-track mind such as Wing, I am afraid. You could choose any of us to be your pretend lover to draw a line, but once the cover is blown the effort with be for naught." Vyn once again tapped the desk with his fingertips, trying to come up with a plausible suggestion.
"Draw the line...pretend lover?" Rosa repeated Vyn's words, and let out a small laugh. "I love all three of you, you know, I do not have to pretend about that."
Vyn stopped tapping his fingers.
Marius and Luke also ceased whatever they were doing.
Rosa took a deep breath and gave a taut smile. "It doesn't have to be romantic isn't it? I heard that...sex tends to get more response from a male."
"...True. generally speaking, in a sense," Vyn murmured quietly. "What are you trying to get at, Rosa?"
Rosa then told them her suggestion.
"MISSY. WHAT ARE YOU SAYING." Marius balked at her.
Luke only gave Rosa a stare suggesting she was borderline insane.
And Vyn, Vyn merely laughed himself to tears.
"Oh, heavens--haha--good lord," Vyn sniffed as he started to recover from his laughing fit. "No offense meant, Rosa, but--heh--that is beautiful. It will work. It will work quite beautifully."
"Vyn, you aren't saying that you accept that suggestion, are you? What the fuck?" Luke appeared to be ready to strangle Vyn at a moment's notice. "Rosa is just not herself--"
"Oh, I am myself, Luke," Rosa muttered. "I'm just quite done. Might as well go scorched earth while I'm at it."
"Missy, um. If we're just discussing this hypothetically maaaaaybe I can do it?" Marius began, throwing a nervous glance at Luke who now also seemed to plot how to put him six feet under alongside his tutor. "But do you even know what you're talking about?"
"Yes," Rosa said, tone resolute. "I trust you three--you were the ones who looked out for me even when I was pushing you away. And I did say that I love all three of you."
Marius looked at Vyn and Luke, trying to check if he was the only one confused--they seemed to be, at least--then looked back at Rosa. "When you say "love". You mean, love love?" he asked, perplexed.
"That is such an absurd way to frame your question Marius," Vyn muttered. "Rosa, I guess there are some issues that may need to be addressed, but I would like to draw all of our attention back to the main one at hand. Are you serious with your suggestion?"
"How many times should I repeat myself, Vyn?" Rosa snapped, finally dropping his honorific. "I said yes already, that I am serious! If you guys do not like that idea, then fine, just say so!"
Vyn raised his hands in an attempt to appease her. "Now, now. I am merely trying to make sure, especially since your childhood friend over there looks keen on murdering me and my student for even entertaining the idea."
"Back off, Luke," Rosa muttered. "All of you told me I can make this choice, and I decided what I want to do. Don't go changing your mind just because you don't like my decision."
"Well, I support Rosa's suggestion, foolhardy as it may seem," Vyn said. He then glared pointedly at Luke. "Anyone who does not like her suggested course of action may leave this room post-haste."
"No, I'm staying onboard to make sure she doesn't get hurt," Luke said, his jaw set. "Rosa, I wish you didn't but...yeah. If you say so."
"Marius?" Vyn called out. "You?"
Marius shrugged. "It's not my first time to do this kind of thing. I can help in making her comfortable during the, uh. Deed." Then he returned the question to Vyn. "How about you?"
Vyn gave a cryptic smile. "I would much rather be the only one who would assist Rosa in her suggested course of action, so that I can become her lover, so to speak, but I will respect her wishes. I am onboard."
The indirect confession did not escape anyone's notice.
"Well, all the more that I throw my lot in this then," Luke grumbled, glaring at Vyn all throughout.
"Mmyeah, me too. I'm not going to get outdone," Marius added.
Rosa's face reddened, as if the realization of what she had said and decided on only hit her right at that very moment, like a ton of love-heavy bricks burying her alive.
Vyn stood up to walk towards his door, flipping the sign outside to display Dr. Richter is OUT and promptly bolted the door for good measure.
"Well," Vyn began, grinning deviously as he sauntered back from the door to join the others; his long, slender fingers starting to undo his necktie.
"Shall we practice, then?"
===
When Artem came to, he was in somewhere familiar: the lounge area in the NXX Headquarters.
The lights were dimmed; only scant light filtered in through the nearby windows. It was nighttime, but exactly what time it was Artem could not tell, for his limbs were securely bound to a chair.
His legs were bound to the chair legs with duct tape; his arms were secured to the back of the chair's backrest, wound with what also felt like duct tape.
Duct tape also covered his mouth.
Then the overhead lights came on.
"Awake already, Wing?" came the familiar voice that Artem loathed to hear, so much. "They are not ready yet, I am afraid," Vyn said as he exited the kitchen area of the lounge. He was still wearing his research center uniform; in his hands was a tray laden with an assortment of cake slices, which he placed by the bar right beside the coffee machine.
"We are having some get-together," Vyn said as he sat on one of the sofas, crossing his legs. "It is only unfortunate that you are not invited to come join us."
Artem struggled against his bonds.
"Do not bother," Vyn said as he inspected his fingernails. "Luke made sure to make liberal use of duct tape so as not to even allow you any illusion or hope that you can get up from that chair."
Sounds of heels clacking against wood parquet then resounded throughout the lounge; Rosa descended the staircase, wearing heels and a little black number of a dress. "Vyn, you finished already?" Rosa called out. "Where are Luke and Marius?"
"They have yet to return from their own errands, pet," Vyn said as he moved to make room for her on the sofa. "Well, you look ravishing tonight," he murmured softly, his eyes appreciating her svelte form clad in black. from head to toe.
Still sitting comfortably on the sofa Vyn opened his arms to receive the woman right in front of him: Rosa, who draped her arms around his shoulders and planted herself onto his lap.
Some scuffling sounds came from Artem's direction, sounds that both Vyn and Rosa paid no mind to.
"Ohoh? You want to start now?" Vyn asked her, amused. "Luke and Marius would kill me if I went ahead and have you all to myself," he said, making sure to draw out the syllables of the last word as he threw a glance at Artem, grinning at him.
"Mhm," Rosa hummed. "They were supposed to be here half an hour ago. A lady can't be made to wait, can she?"
"Right you are, but..." Vyn smiled at Rosa as he lazily traced her cheek with a fingertip. "Let us stick with kissing? Under normal circumstances I can just ignore the rules all of us have agreed upon yesterday, but...this is something special."
With the same finger Vyn tipped Rosa's chin upwards, leading her lips to his own. The kiss was slow, languid, yet deep; Rosa moaned as Vyn's tongue slipped past her lips, sliding against her own.
Her arms tightened around his shoulders, hands grabbing fistfuls of his silver hair as she pressed his face even closer to hers.
Smirking against her lips Vyn looked at Artem, practically basking in the unadulterated hate that now radiated from Rosa's senior partner, all murderous hate concentrated upon him with laser-precision.
Then he shifted his full attention back to Rosa on his lap, who sighed and moaned as he let his hand roam her body: from her nape, down her back, then settling on her ass. Then sliding up to gently knead the swell of her breast through the thin fabric of her dress.
"They're still not here yet," murmured Vyn, then moaned as Rosa trailed kisses down to his neck. "Ah--I am so tempted to take you now."
Rosa giggled as she gently bit Vyn's earlobe. "Are you insistent on playing nice with them and keeping your hands to yourself today...because they both agreed to murder you after what happened yesterday? That was funny."
"It is not my fault that I have, as you say, kept my hands to myself for the entire time we have known each other, Rosa." Vyn said, making sure the other man heard his words. "That I just had to..."
He pulled down on the dress's neckline, freeing one of her breasts. Vyn dipped down to help himself on it; his tongue tracing the areola before giving her nipple a light suck. "...take you many times..."
"Yes, Rosa," Vyn continued, again making sure that his voice carried over so Artem could hear him clearly. "I thoroughly enjoyed taking you again and again on my office desk yesterday, and I thank you for finally letting me indulge in my..."
His tongue traced the sloping curve of her breast, his eyes sneering at Artem all throughout. At this point Vyn thrived on the senior lawyer's searing, white-hot hatred. "...basest desires."
The main door of the lounge swung open; Marius and Luke walked in, carrying food and supplies.
"Vyn, goddamn it, we told you to keep your oversexed ass away from Rosa for a bit!" Marius muttered as he barged in towards them with two pizza boxes in his arms.
He walked past Vyn, but not before unceremoniously hitting Vyn's head with the pizza box pile. "Stay down!"
"Tsk. You will regret that, Marius," Vyn hissed as he gently put Rosa down onto the couch. He ran a hand through his hair to check for any oil or sauce that dripped onto his head.
"Well, at least I have the decency not to throw pointed objects just because I'm not a nerd who can't take a fucking joke," Marius retorted as he placed the pizza boxes beside Vyn's tray of cake slices.
Seething, Vyn followed Marius into the kitchen area.
"Psst, come here," Luke whispered as he sat on one end of the sofa, while Marius and Vyn carried on bickering. Grinning, he said "Let them fight. You owe me quite a bit, Watson."
"Hm, owe what?" Rosa smiled at him coyly. She sidled up right next to him. "I don't remember owing you anything."
There was a slight commotion in the kitchen area, but Rosa and Luke were oblivious to it at this point.
"You know," Luke reached out to pull her lying down with him on the sofa, "...stuff. Since you were so preoccupied with Vyn yesterday, I didn't get much of a turn."
"Sorry," Rosa murmured as she shimmied down his body, settling herself by Luke's lower legs. She started to work on undoing his belt and pants. "Maybe next time don't let Vyn walk all over you guys?" She tugged on his zipper.
His cock finally freed, Rosa went down on him, her tongue slowly licking the entire length of his cock, from the base to the tip. She inwardly smiled at her best friend's reactions: Luke tried his hardest to keep himself from moaning.
"Well, you can't blame me and Marius for being stunned by your crazy--hnngh--" Luke gritted his teeth as he drove his head deeper against one of the throw pillows set in the sofa "...plan?"
"Oh you," Rosa merely smiled before giving the tip of his cock a small lick, his precum trailing from her lip.
"Goddamnit, Rosa, why'd...how'd you even think of this?" Luke moaned.
"Can't a girl have sexual fantasies, Luke?" She asked, one of her eyebrows raised. "Just because you don't hear it from me, doesn't mean I don't have them." She then resumed paying special attention to his cock; her lips trailing small kisses along his length, then finally wrapping her lips around his shaft.
His cock hit the back of her throat, prompting involuntary tears to roll down her cheeks. Yet she continued sucking him firmly, one of her hands jerking off what her mouth could no longer take in.
"Damn, you're just...just..." Luke moaned. Then, "Shit. Are you okay, Rosa? Are you--" he must have noticed the tears from her eyes.
Rosa slipped out his cock from her mouth; wiping her tears with the back of her hand. "I'm okay, Luke. Really."
"You know what, why don't you fuck me now?" Luke said as he gently took hold of her shoulders, nudging her to a sitting position. "Wanna try mounting me, Watson?"
Rosa gave Luke a small smile. "Was wondering when you're going to ask," she said as she kicked off her shoes and slipped out of her panties.
Some more scuffling sounds were heard from the far corner of the lounge.
Luke turned to check what it was. "Oh, you're there. Was wondering if you already died of aneurysm," he deadpanned to Artem, who was glaring at him silently (not by choice). "If you weren't so goddamn greedy..."
Rosa only looked at Artem passively as she climbed Luke's hips.
She then shifted her attention back to her Luke, and slowly lowered herself onto his stiff cock. "Hahh... you actually feel great," she moaned as she slowly eased his length inside her with the grinding of her hips; each movement taking more of his length until their hips finally met. She paused to relish the feel of his girth filling her. "Mmnh...so nice," she sighed loudly.
She then continued grinding her hips, almost overwhelmed with how her inner flesh yielded to his cock as it thrust inside in slow and steady strokes.
Rosa gave her best friend a good look: brown hair deliciously tousled; his once boyish features overwritten with lust--his eyes losing their usual youthful sparkle to be replaced with something much more darker in nature.
His upper body was still fully clothed; Rosa bent down to push his shirt upwards to feel his toned muscles with the palms of her hands. "Since when did you become so hot, Sherlock?" She grinned as she teased him, as if his cock wasn't thrusting inside her cunt.
"Since ever?" Luke answered with a lopsided grin. "You could have asked me, you know," He said as he gripped her waist, meeting her motions with his own. "Then...you wouldn't have to do this..."
"Eh? Who told you--ahn--I didn't want to do this?" Rosa said in between sharp breaths; her eyes closed to further concentrate on chasing her pleasure. "Working, spending every day with all of you looking so fine just--just--hahh--makes me--want to fuck..."
"Oh, are you enjoying yourself, Rosa?" Vyn said as he approached them, the bickering between tutor and student finally done. The smile on his face was, once again, of the sort that preceded interesting things.
Rosa heard Vyn sigh in delight while he looked at her face, her face that betrayed her arousal with the sex flush on her cheeks; her half-closed eyes unfocused as she concentrated on fucking the man underneath her...
"So, so beautiful," he whispered softly, licking his lips.
Vyn slightly bent over to bring his lips next to her ear. "We can all see how horny you are, our little slut," he purred directly into her ear. "Keep on fucking your childhood friend. I have seen you look at him with that lustful gaze--you cannot deny it from me."
He briefly teased her ear with his tongue, before continuing: "You want him to fuck you all this time, do you not? Let me tell you a little secret," Vyn paused, leering at her as he let out a low chuckle.
"He keeps recordings of you, you know. I have seen the logs. I will leave it up to your imagination on how he uses those..."
"Oh god," Rosa moaned, heavily turned on by the aural onslaught the doctor inflicted on her.
"Vyn, stop talking, I'm trying to stop myself from coming yet," Luke hissed. "Please!"
Vyn laughed.
Then his voice lowered, sultry and downright erotic: "That is the idea. I want both of you to come so hard, and when you both do I will rail her senseless over my countertop, while all of you are watching. I will teach both you, Luke, and Marius how to properly fuck her out."
Vyn threw another furtive glance at the bound senior attorney at the far corner of the room.
Artem now looked rather defeated.
Vyn's grin dripped with pure malice directed at Artem. "Look at what your greediness has wrought you, Wing. Prompting your victim to proffer herself to us, letting us lay claim on her so that there will never be room in her life for you. I suppose we should thank you."
Paying Artem no more mind, Vyn then sat himself on the sofa armrest directly behind Rosa and deftly removed her dress, throwing it down to the floor. He reached from behind her to grab both of her breasts, fondling them as he dipped down to trail kisses on her nape.
He enjoyed the slight bounce her breasts made every time Luke thrust into her upwards. "Do you enjoy having two men having their way with you, pet?"
"I--ah--" Rosa bit her lower lip, willing herself to form a response but no thoughts came, her mind now engaged in the one task of making love with her best friend.
One of Vyn's hands slithered down to her pussy, his fingertips lightly flicking at her clitoris. "Do you like this?" he asked, teasingly; his other hand remained on her breast, fondling her nipple. "Sing--moan for us, will you?" came his voice, sweet in her ear. "You can moan Luke's name. Or mine, it does not matter. You are our slut."
"Vyn, I can't take any more," Rosa moaned as his tongue slithered in her ear. "Oh shit--!"
And from Luke's vantage point, all he could see was Vyn openly molesting his best friend in front of him; yet somehow, somehow instead of triggering his usual protectiveness what he felt instead was the urge to screw Rosa harder.
And screw her harder, he did.
Rosa threw her head back as she cried out both of their names; she came undone with such intensity that she shuddered in Vyn's arms; her inner walls spasming around Luke's cock that it made him reach his own climax inside her, filling her with his own come.
"...fuck," was all Rosa could say as she slumped between the two.
"All right all right it's my fucking turn now, goddamnit," Marius said as he approached them, setting aside the pizza he was eating while watching the entire show.
"Let Rosa rest for at least half an hour will you, Marius?" Vyn muttered as he stepped off the sofa. "We have the entire night."
He then strode towards Artem, who now refused to look at any of them.
"Heh. Did you enjoy the show that Rosa prepared for you?" Vyn sneered at him, before ripping out the duct tape from Artem's mouth in one swift motion, prompting a sharp cry of pain from the bound man.
Artem glowered at him. "Damn you to hell, Richter."
"If you must hate, Wing, direct it to yourself." Vyn smiled mirthlessly. "All of what you see here is of Rosa's own choosing."
"You put ideas into her head!" Artem snarled. "You--"
"What the ever living fuck are you talking about, Artem?" Luke spoke up from the middle of the living room, still on the sofa with Rosa curled up beside him. "Vyn didn't keep Rosa isolated in his office for half a year. You did."
===
A week later.
"I can't believe we're finally getting the chance to check out that vineyard off Cloudbreak Mountain," gushed Rosa in the passenger seat of Vyn's car. "You think they'd allow us to pick grapes straight from the vine?"
"They should," Vyn said from behind the wheel. "Such an activity is one of the main draws of visiting a vineyard, after all."
"This is a great idea for a date," Rosa said, blushing. "Thanks, Vyn."
Vyn only sighed in response.
"Hell yeah this is a nice date! Free booze!" Marius piped up from the backseat.
"Shut up, Marius. You sound like a kid," Luke murmured as he looked out the window, settling with enjoying the sights that flew past them.
"He is a kid," muttered Vyn. "Also, make no mistake, this is NOT a date for you two. It is for me and Rosa, and I am only letting you two tag along upon her request."
"Well, you aren't her boyfriend," Marius said.
"All of us are in some sort of arrangement, yes, I know," Vyn said, exasperation evident in his voice. "Which I am willingly participating in, because I am Rosa's whipping boy."
"We all are," Luke said, correcting him.
Rosa giggled.
Marius reached towards the middle of the dashboard to turn on the car radio. "Oh hey this song! Welcome to Hotel Californiaaa"
"Shut up, Marius!" Vyn hollered from the driver's seat, reaching for the canister of air freshener that sat on the dashboard.
"Such a lovely plaaace--ouch Vyn stop throwing things at me! Also your car freshener stinks--"
Basking in the lovely company, Rosa smiled, finally remembering what it feels like to surround herself with people who mattered to her the most.
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The Wrong Lifetime – Six // Wanda Maximoff
chapter five | story masterlist | main masterlist | wattpad | chapter seven
author’s note: i’m glad you all seemed to like the last chapter! i’m all for slow burn but i didn’t want to leave you hanging too long aha. Now onto dating territory!
Since going to Blackpool with Wanda, we hadn't actually gotten another moment to ourselves. Wedding plans were picking up which kept her busy, and if not that, then I'd only see her in passing in which we'd exchange smiles before moving on.
So, I though it would be good to take her out on a date. A proper one, even if it was to be disguised as a simple outing between soon-to-be sister-in-laws. The plan was to 'bump' into her in town, which we did, then I asked her if she wanted to go to the art gallery. She'd been before, but they'd put in a new exhibition which I thought she might like.
We couldn't exactly hold hands when there, but I made the most of her presence and stood a little too close to her than a friend might. Since she'd kissed me at the beach, I wasn't able to think about anything else. And when shot me a knowing smile, I knew she felt the same.
"I like this one," I told her, pointing to a piece hung on the wall, before squinting to read the plaque. "Jedburgh Abbey from the River by Thomas Girtin."
"And why's that?" she asked, watching me with humoured eyes.
I pursed my lips, glancing between her and the painting sheepishly. "I'm not gonna lie, I just like the way the guy painted the clouds in the sky."
She stifled laughter, not wanting to draw attention from passers-by, and nudged me in the shoulder. "You're unbelievable, milaya (darling). We didn't have to come here if you don't like art."
I gave her a knowing look. "Hey, I love art. Especially when it's by a certain Sokovian artist named Wanda Maximoff."
Rolling her eyes, she shook her head. I grinned at her bashfulness, wanting to tease her but also very true with my words. Her work was my favourite, biased or not, and I still had that amazing portrait she'd done of me in my room back home. It was tucked into one of my drawers where nobody would find it. I didn't want anyone else to look at it since she'd done it for me and it was private... it was a beautiful reminder of the amazing day we'd had.
"You're poking fun, but in all seriousness, I'd actually love for my work to be up here someday," she said softly, looking at the painting before us with hopeful eyes.
"They wish they were that lucky to score someone as talented as you," I said without skipping a beat.
She cracked a smile, tilting her head in my direction. It was obvious she was losing her patience with me, but I enjoyed watching her lose it. She didn't know what to say, especially when being complimented, and it was endearing to witness.
We remained civil for the remainder of the 'date', refraining from holding hands or gazing at each other longer than friends would, and I was pretty proud of myself for not thinking about kissing her once when we were done.
As we got into the carriage to go back home, the door closed and I was going to ask her how she found it when she moved towards me in an instant, kissing me without question. I raised my hand, caressing her jaw and closing my eyes as she leaned forward, practically on my lap, not that I cared. She sucked on my bottom lip sensually before she opened her mouth, pushing her tongue into mine. I almost forgot how to breathe as she did, unprepared for such an intense kiss.
"I've been wanting to do that all day," she revealed when she pulled away.
I flushed at the contact, a dazed smile on my lips. "Huh."
She chuckled as she sat back beside me more 'appropriately'. "Thanks for taking me. I loved it."
I nodded lamely, still trying to recover from our kiss. "I'm– I'm glad."
She smirked playfully, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to my lips before sitting back. "You're so cute."
My words still hadn't returned, so all I could do was nod before looking the other way. Her laughter filled the carriage and I wondered how I'd gotten so lucky to be in the presence of someone so perfect.
After exchanging some more kisses and actually being able to hold hands without prying eyes, we reached Wanda's home and she invited me in for some tea. Sadly, that meant we had to let go of one another, but I think she'd given me enough to remember her by as we parted, and she must have thought the same, judging from the smirk she sent my way.
We sat on the patio outside to have some tea and biscuits, enjoying the sunshine and blue skies, a rare occurrence for England. We were chatting mindlessly when her brother decided to make an appearance, helping himself to a seat between Wanda and I.
"How lovely of you to grace us with your presence, Miss Y/L/N," he said playfully, shooting me a charming smile, before reaching to grab a biscuit. Wanda slapped his hand but he stole one anyway, making her roll her eyes.
"Nice to see you, Pietro," I greeted with amusement, always enjoying his presence.
"And you," he returned, before chowing down his biscuit.
Wanda gave me a fed up look over his shoulder which he was oblivious to, and I tried not to laugh as she clearly wasn't a fan of him interrupting our time.
"So, I caught a glimpse of the wedding invitations," Pietro said, making conversation. He glanced between us with a nod of approval. "They're coming along well."
I hummed in agreement, smile becoming less real when he mentioned the wedding. Wanda didn't acknowledge his words as she fiddled with the handle of her teacup.
"Is your brother behaving, Y/N?" Pietro continued jokingly, looking to me. "I know how many admirers he has, but my sister should be his first priority."
"Oh, Piet...," Wanda breathed out with embarrassment, facepalming.
"Of course he is," I assured her brother with a small smile. "He wouldn't dare try hurting Wanda or he'd have a lot of explaining to do."
There was some playfulness in my voice, but an underlying truth to my words.
"It's sweet how close you've gotten," Pietro noticed, looking between us, before settling his gaze on me. "It's about time Wanda made friends with people who aren't me."
Cue another slap. I chuckled at her sheepish expression, amused by Pietro's antics.
"Anyway," he changed the subject for his sister's sake, "mother has been getting on my very nerve about finding a bride because you decided to get married."
Wanda rolled her eyes. "We both know I didn't decide, Piet."
He sighed over-dramatically. "Well, it's because of your engagement that she's now on my back about it."
"Join the club," I joked, knowing exactly what he meant. "My mum was already on my back about finding a husband, but since this engagement, it's ten times more annoying."
Pietro laughed. "Oh, no. Has she lined up suitors? My parents like to point out every pretty woman they see to me in hopes I'll make a move. It's hardly productive."
"I haven't asked her for fear she'll pull out a folder with all of the eligible bachelors in town," I said, half joking and half serious.
Pietro snickered as Wanda rolled her eyes in the background. She should have been happy I was getting along with her brother. He was actually quite entertaining to be around.
"It's funny you say that because you're one of the women my parents pointed out," he admitted.
"Oh, God, so they're saying the same thing to you?" I asked with a groan, and he nodded regretfully. "Isn't it just the worst?"
"You're a lovely girl, Y/N, don't get me wrong," he began gently, "but I don't like you like that."
I raised my hand for a high five. "Me and you both."
Laughing once again, he returned my high five and I was glad we were on the same page. The amount of people that had been hinting at getting to know Wanda Maximoff's very single brother was getting pretty annoying. It was nice to know he was just as irritated at the insinuation as I was.
"Okay, I should leave you both to it," Pietro concluded, slapping his knees and standing up. Looking to me, he said, "Miss Y/L/N, it was as lovely as ever to make your acquaintance."
I smiled as he winked playfully before looking to his disgruntled sister.
"Dear sister, the pleasure is always mine," he continued to tease, and she slapped him once more, making him dodge her and begin to leave. "Love you, too!" he called before heading back inside.
I laughed at his silliness and relaxed in my seat, looking back to Wanda. She didn't seem half as amused as I was as she drummed her fingers on the table and chewed on the inside of her cheek.
"I may be mistaken, love, but it looks like you're jealous," I poked fun at her.
She rolled her eyes and her jaw tensed before she finally looked to me, expression softening. "Can you blame me?" she asked quietly. "You're both single. You're both similar age. Everybody talks."
I shrugged nonchalantly, having a sip of my tea. "True... but I've got my eye on another Maximoff anyway."
She sighed, small smile creeping on her lips. Subtly moving my chair closer to hers, I grabbed her hand under the table and squeezed. My thumb stroked her hand softly as I leaned on the palm of my hand on the table.
"You look really beautiful today," I admitted in a hushed voice. "I should have told you earlier."
She, too, leaned into the palm of her hand as she watched me with an enchanting gaze. "So do you, milaya (darling)."
Unable to resist, I glanced around quickly before kissing her cheek and pulling away. Letting go of her hand, I busied myself with the tea and biscuits again.
"Biscuit?" I offered her, and she began to laugh at my attempt at acting casual.
Playing along, she accepted the biscuit from my hand. But a knowing smile was on her lips as she nodded. "Thank you."
—
Being with Wanda was a luxury in itself, even if we had to keep it private.
To everybody else, we were merely two women about to become family who happened to create a bond that was close. But we both knew what it really was and weren't eager to say it. Because saying it made it true and that meant that what we were doing became realer than it was in our daydreams and hidden moments.
I did find myself wracked with guilt sometimes – particularly the times when Y/B/N would gush about how excited he was to marry her. Wanda was technically cheating on him with me, his sister, but that fact was something that was still blurry to me.
We had no choice but to lie and be secretive. In a world like this, where we would never be able to be together like we wanted to, all we had was secrecy and deception. Did that still make us bad people?
I tried not to think about what would happen when she actually married my brother. The future was something I was adamant on pushing to the back of my mind because I knew what it would hold and I just wanted to enjoy the time I had with her. Convincing myself that what we had wasn't serious, just a heat of the moment relationship maybe, made things easier to accept. But really, I knew that whenever she looked my way with her signature smile and dazzling eyes, it was way more than I envisioned. She was way more.
So, trying not to be dragged down with the weight of reality, I vowed to myself to only focus on the now. Focus on the moments I shared with her whilst we could. Anything beyond that and I'd surely snap.
"Medovyy (honey), the Y/L/Ns are here!" Iryna called behind her, before looking to my family and I as we stood at her front door. "Please, all of you, come in!"
She ushered us into the main hall before closing the door after us. Perfectly timed, the rest of her family left the living room and came to greet us.
Automatically, my eyes found Wanda's and she was already looking my way, her dimple making a show as she attempted to reign in an excited smile. I did the same, trying to ignore the way my heart stirred upon seeing her.
Oleg and Iryna welcomed my parents and then me, kind expressions accompanying genuine greetings. In the corner of my eye, I saw Pietro shaking Y/B/N's hand before Wanda took his place, accepting a kiss on the cheek from Y/B/N. It wasn't jealousy that I felt whenever they were together, at least not entirely – they were to be married, what more could I expect? – but it wasn't anything pleasant either.
"Ah, my favourite Y/L/N," Pietro beamed upon shaking my hand, making my lips twitch upwards. "You excited for dinner? We're having salmon."
"Ecstatic, Pietro," I answered with a playful eye roll. "All I've been thinking all day."
He chuckled at my sarcasm before letting go of my hand and moving over to greet my parents. Wanda was next, her shoulders relaxing when she stepped before me with a soft smile present on her lips.
"It's good to see you," she said, but her eyes said much more than that. "How have you been?"
Exchanging a friendly-looking hug, my body was warm where she pressed against me. Touching her always sent a rush of emotion through me and I looked forward to it every time.
"I've been good," I answered aloud, before whispering into her ear, "Better now."
She squeezed my waist inconspicuously in response before letting go. "That's good. You know, we've got time before dinner and I wanted to show you the painting I've been working on lately. Wanna see?"
I glanced at my parents and hers for permission, knowing they'd heard her question.
"Just try not to take too long since dinner will be on the table soon," Iryna said with a nod. "It's so good to see you girls getting along."
Breathing out slightly, I smiled gratefully before letting Wanda intertwine our fingers and drag me up the staircase. She led me past several doors before we finally reached hers and she tugged me inside.
As soon as the door closed, she was quick to connect our lips in a heated, desperate kiss. I relaxed against her instantly, my hands falling to her side and pulling her closer. Her fingernails gently scratched the sensitive skin behind my neck, giving me goosebumps, and I let out an involuntary gasp at the feeling.
When we pulled away for a breath, her nose brushed against mine and she pressed a final kiss to my lips, slower and more tasteful compared to the first, before smiling at me.
"I missed you," she said, as if reading my mind.
A breathy laugh escaped my lips. "It's only been a week since we last saw each other, love."
She shrugged, arms laced around my neck. "A week too long."
Raising a brow judgementally, I gave her a knowing look. She wasn't embarrassed in the slightest as her half-lidded eyes met mine with a confident smirk.
"Did you just pull me up here to have a quick snog?" I teased her.
"Well, yes," she said, making me laugh again, before adding, "And I wanted to ask you if you'll go to the park with me tomorrow. A picnic. If you want."
She bit her lip anxiously, eyes darting elsewhere as she waited for an answer. I always found it amusing how she could be so confident one second and then so innocently adorable the next.
"Wanda, I'd love to." My thumb rubbed circles on her waist as I kept ahold of her. "I hear it's supposed to be nice weather tomorrow, too."
She pursed her lips. "Even if it rained, I'd still drag you to the park with me."
"Somehow, I feel like that's true," I countered with a ghost of a smile on my lips. She tried to hide her own smile and I continued, "Was there an actual painting you wanted to show me or...?"
Breathing out with amusement, she intertwined our fingers and pulled me to the back of her room where her 'studio' was. Since the last time I'd visited, there were plenty of new additions to her work, all as wonderful as the next.
"This one is from the beach at Blackpool," she said, stopping before a medium-sized canvas depicting the horizon. "When we sat on the bench. Just before I kissed you."
My heart fluttered at the memory and I studied the canvas, recalling it looked similar to her watercolour painting of the same view. She'd done a spectacular replica in oil paints, reminiscent of the trip we took.
"You should already know what I'm going to say," I said, looking to her knowingly. "But just so you can hear it again, I absolutely love this. You're so talented."
She rolled her eyes to distract from the pink spreading across her cheeks. "Thank you... and again, thank you for taking me. Seeing an actual water source upfront really helped me refine my paintings. It feels so much more real now."
I looked back to the painting, noticing what she meant. Either way, I loved both versions of her work, before and after going to the beach.
"You did good, love."
She squeezed my hand gently before sighing quietly with realisation. "We should probably go back down."
"We should," I agreed, glancing at her. "Thanks for showing me these."
She cracked a smile, teeth nibbling on her bottom lip. "Always."
Reluctantly, the two of us returned downstairs and joined the others as they were settling at the dining table. Wanda and I sat side by side, and this time when her fingers brushed mine, I made no move to pull away.
The meal was good, but as usual, I found myself zoning out. The conversation made its rounds, falling to me as the Maximoffs wanted to know how I was doing, then moved on, giving me chance to focus on eating my dinner and getting through the evening. I knew that at one point, everybody was talking about some play that was showing in the theatres.
Bits of the conversation were going in one ear and out the other and I was minding my own business until Wanda's bare foot rubbed against my leg under the table. The sensation of her skin against mine made my knee bounce up and hit the table with surprise, earning everyone's attention.
"Are you okay, dear?" Oleg asked, noticing my discomfort.
I cleared my throat, straightening up and ignoring the stifled smile Wanda had in my peripheral vision.
"I'm good, sorry about that," I apologised awkwardly, shivering when she dragged her foot back down my leg. "You were talking about the play, right?"
That seemed to distract them, as they leapt right back into conversation, giving me a chance to breathe out with relief. I looked to Wanda, watching her lean on her palm and hide a smirk as she stared at me with mischievous eyes.
Glaring and nudging her in the arm subtly, I looked back to my food, but she didn't move her foot, nor her hand. Both brushed my against me, starting a fire on my skin and making me swallow hard. She kept like that for the whole evening, making my head dizzy and leaving me at a loss for words.
And when I looked her way, she was already staring, definitely knowing the effect she had on me.
—
"I just need to find my shoes and we can go," I told Wanda the next morning, before our date at the park.
She'd come to pick me up at my house and was hanging around my room as I finished getting ready. From her place at my desk, she hummed in acknowledgment before distracting herself with my notebooks.
"I see you're making great use of the notebook I picked out for you," she commented, and I glanced towards her mid-search for my shoes, seeing she was flicking through the already-filled book.
"I have a lot of ideas, what can I say?" I joked, before looking under the pile of clothes near my wardrobe.
She chuckled, before falling quiet again. I wasn't really paying attention to what she was doing until she spoke up after a few minutes.
"Y/N, your writing is beautiful," she said, making me look her way to see an amazed smile on her lips. "I didn't know you could write like this. I mean– I should have because you helped write that letter Y/B/N gave to me, but this..."
I shrugged awkwardly, distracting myself with my search again. "It's okay, I guess."
She exhaled mockingly. "Okay? Y/N, this is miles better than okay. Why didn't you show me this sooner?"
I smiled satisfactorily as I finally located my shoes. Grabbing them, I approached Wanda and took a seat on the edge of my bed, opposite her seat at my desk.
"Because it'll never be anything more than what you're looking at?" I said rhetorically. "It'll only ever be words confined to pages that nobody will see?"
She gave me a knowing look. "I think you forget that my brother is a publisher, dorogoy (dear)."
"And I think you forget that he is the publisher to my brother, dear," I retorted playfully.
She sighed, shaking her head and putting the notebook back on my desk. "You know Pietro would love this, right? He'd sign you in a heartbeat."
I snickered at the ludicrous thought. "Wanda, you're a little biased, love."
She rolled her eyes. "Writers write for audiences. I am an audience. I consume literature. And I'm telling you that it's not just me who would read what you have to write."
I tried not to laugh as I pulled my shoes onto my feet.
"Are you really telling me that you'd never want to get published?" she asked with a raised brow.
My heart ached at the thought of such a fantasy. "Of course I would, Wanda." I met her eyes, which were already peering across from me patiently. "I've dreamed of that. But it's just not what's to happen. My family have told me that many times. In another lifetime, maybe."
She pursed her lips, studying me thoughtfully. I offered her a smile and stood up, holding out my hand.
"Forget that," I told her. "I believe you promised me a picnic."
Thankfully, she dropped the subject and accepted my hand, letting me pull her up. The topic wasn't brought up again and I wouldn't have had it any other way.
We went to the park like she wanted and she brought a picnic basket with her, having packed a lovely variety of finger foods and snacks.
As she was unpacking the food onto the blanket, I narrowed my eyes at her. "You know, now that we're finally alone, I can say how unfair it was of you to do what you did last night."
She played dumb, shrugging, focusing on neatening up the sandwiches on a plate. "I don't know what you mean, milaya (darling)."
"Huh. Sure you don't."
Giggles flew from her lips as she glanced at me through her eyelashes. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. I just love seeing you squirm. You get all tense and it's so cute."
I pursed my lips. "I figured. You've been watching me squirm since we met."
She grinned knowingly before straightening up. "Okay, I made sandwiches and there's also some coleslaw, fruit, cheese... I made some Sokovian dishes, too, if you want to try them. Okroshka – it's like a cold soup. Then there's this olivye salad. It's... well, salad."
I smiled at the thought she put into it all and grabbed her hand between us. We'd set the picnic out behind a tree so we wouldn't have curious eyes watching us. It didn't look like we were overtly hiding, but we still got our privacy, too.
"It all looks great, Wanda," I said with appreciation. "I can't wait to try it."
She squeezed my hand in response before letting go to grab some paper plates. After popping a strawberry in her mouth, she asked, "Do you just want a bit of everything?"
I leaned on the back of my hands as I hummed a 'yes'. She began to put me some food in and I watched her, admiring the sight.
Her hair was half-pulled back today, falling in waves down her back and exposing her perfectly sculpted jawline. Everything about her was perfect – the way she moved was elegant and graceful, even when her hair fell over her shoulder and in her way; she simply moved it back with a flick of her hand and resumed what she was doing. The sun caught her immaculately, her hair glowing bright under the light and her eyes magnificently green as they focused.
As always, she took my breath away.
"Here," she said, holding out the plate towards me and pulling me from my reverie.
I accepted the plate and fork, returning her smile, before she watching as she began to make another plate for herself.
"You sure this is fancy enough for you?" I asked jokingly, stabbing my fork into a carrot. "I heard you and my brother went to a very luxurious restaurant the other night."
She met my eyes, holding amusement in her own. "Jealousy doesn't look good on you, milaya (darling)."
I kissed my teeth and rolled my eyes. "I'm not jealous, I just– it's so annoying listening to him talk about how beautiful you are or how funny you are or how kind you are."
"Oh, so you don't think I'm any of those things?" she teased, trying to get a rise out of me.
I titled my head towards her. "Of course I know you're all those things. But it doesn't mean I like hearing him talk about it constantly..."
Clearly amused, she erupted into laughter and I felt my face heating up with embarrassment. I know it sounded like I was whining, but it was true. Sometimes, I wasn't envious of my brother but rather at the fact that he could actually take Wanda out properly. He could be seen with her in public and hold her hand without fear of getting looks or disowned. He had the privilege of being with her and it wasn't fair.
"You may hear him talk about it, but there's one thing I can assure you that you get that he doesn't," she said when recovering from her laughter.
I stared at her with an exasperated sigh. "And what's that?"
She smiled confidently, glancing around quickly, before leaning forward and kissing me softly. As quickly as it came, it disappeared, leaving me desiring more.
Licking my lips, I couldn't tear my eyes from hers. "You know, you're a really good kisser."
She chuckled at my reaction and I found myself leaning in again, entranced by the way she tasted. Putting my plate to the side, I raised a hand to pull her closer, getting better access to her mouth.
She tasted sweet like the strawberry she'd just eaten and I swiped my tongue across her lip, indicating I wanted her to part her them. She did, allowing me to slip my tongue in and wrestle with hers, revelling in the way she tasted. My heart was thumping loudly in my chest as she let out a moan, it reverberating in my mouth and giving me goosebumps.
When lack of oxygen became an issue, she pulled away breathlessly, flushed cheeks adorned with a smile.
"As lovely as that was, I actually want to eat what I made," she ridiculed playfully.
"Yes, we will," I assured her, my hand moving from her neck up to her jaw. My thumb touched her lips, outlining them tenderly, subconsciously committing them to memory. "We'll get back to it."
She wanted to laugh, but I moved forward and caught her bottom lip between mine, unable to stay away. It was wrong, the rush I felt in my gut and the warmth that spread all over my body and the tingles that travelled down my spine. Because I knew what it all meant, but admitting it was a different story. So, I didn't.
I just continued to kiss the girl before me, knowing I could have kissed her forever and not regretted a single thing.
#wanda maximoff au#wanda maximoff x you#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda maximoff#scarlet witch#scarlet witch imagine#elizabeth olsen x you#elizabeth olsen#elizabeth olsen imagine#marvel#mcu#marvel imagine
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Sauna
Summary: Taehyung always makes you wait on him, but he is going to make sure you learn that he should never have to wait on you.
Trigger Warnings: Smut, Smut, Smut, abuse, Dom/sub-themes, examples of a bad D/s dynamic, ambiguous torture.
Taehyung
Yandere!Taehyung
Dom!Taehyung
You've been waiting for Taehyung for hours now. Once again work claims his time and focus. Luckily his luxurious house has plenty to keep you entertained. Knowing Tae, it could be anywhere from 30 minutes to 8 hours that he's locked away. So while you patiently wait for him to be available you decide to make use of the sauna. You know you'll be able to quickly shower and be ready for him within a few minutes when he calls. And he won't mind wet hair or a lack of makeup. He isn't interested in anything like that. He just wants you in position ready for him.
Spending lots of 20 minutes, you cycle through small sessions in the heat and steam with rests in between. It gets to near 90 minutes and on your fourth time heading into the sauna you can feel you are just about at your limit, your head starting to become a bit light.
After only 5 minutes more you decide to cut it short. You remember you haven't really drunk enough water throughout the day and you don't want to risk overdoing it and becoming dazed with Taehyung.
Standing up, you bundle your towel wiping at the sweat dripping from your forehead. You jump as you bring it down, startled by Taehyung standing in the doorway suddenly, looking displeased.
"Ignoring my calls are you?" He opens the sauna door questioning sternly. Your smile changes into a frown of confusion. He called? He never called. Or at least your phone never rang.
"No," you shake your head feeling flustered at suddenly being put on the spot. Passing him diffidently he backs out of the doorway and allows you to exit into the cooldown room.
"Then why did I have to come searching for you?" he berates.
You know you checked the volume. You purposefully made it as loud as you could because you wanted to make sure you would hear it over the music in the sauna. You pick up your phone only to find it dead. You checked the volume but not the battery, and you didn't think to look at it in the past hour, not wanting to touch it while you were sweaty.
Putting the phone face down, sheepishly you turn around. Taehyung hates to be kept waiting. It's something he never tolerates. And you know what he'll say. That being careless is not a sufficient excuse.
"I'm sorry, Sir. It won't happen again." You apologize contritely, nervously fiddling with your fingers.
"That's not what I asked girl." He demands an answer to his question. The laid back manner with which he stands does not match the harshness of his tone or wording. Usually, he calls you with some variation of little girl or baby girl or good girl. But when it's just girl, you know you've upset him.
"I- my phone died." You pick it up to prove it to him. "I'm sorry" you mumble.
“So what your saying is your lack of attention has caused me to wait on you.” He scolds, his stare hardening.
While you feel bad, you’re starting to get frustrated. He's being hypocritical. It’s not like you did it on purpose. It was an accident and he’s being too harsh. “Well, I had to wait for you too. Like, nearly 3 hours.” You argue back, instantly regretting your stupid lack of impulse control.
"Excuse me," He challenges with a tight jaw. You know it's rhetorical and not meant to be answered. The best thing is to stay silent and continue to look down at your fingers.
For a moment too long he is quiet and motionless. Your eyes flick up to see what kind of response he is having, only to see him standing stiffly, his features tight as he assesses you unblinkingly. You're feeling dumb, knowing you've just put yourself in a bad position at the start of your weekend session with Tae.
You audibly whimper from nerves, wanting to undo some of the damage. "I'm sor-"
“Come here Y/n”. He interrupts, holding his hand out for you. From his demeanour, you know you're in trouble, but your not sure how yet. However, slightly apprehensively, you accept his outreached hand.
He opens the sauna door, holding it wide and gesturing for you to enter. You pause hesitantly unsure of where he is going with this.
"After making you wait so long for me, I would hate to interrupt you. Go back in. I'll even join you." Now it's his eerily pleasant tone that doesn't match his observable frustration and the slowly tightening grip on your wrist.
Lightly you shake your head, not wanting to say any variation of the word no. "I-it's okay, Sir. I was done."
"Go in." And now to your dismay, the chill of his voice and his body language match. He orders you into the sauna pointedly, his expression daring you to debate it further.
Swallowing heavily, you can't help the way his domineering tone is filling your stomach with butterflies. Even when he gets scary- especially when he gets scary- you find him so attractive. But you know you need to take this moment seriously, or risk getting yourself further into strife.
You nod, going back into the sauna, the warm wet heat swarming around you again quickly making your breath feel smothered. Sitting on one of the wooden benches, you get lower trying to get out of the rising heat. Sweat right away returning to your brow and neck.
After a few minutes, Taehyung comes in, having removed his clothes. He puts down a towel and sits alongside you, resting back with his arms up on either side, his eyes closed as he enjoys the warmth. You try to do the same. But even after a little while more, you're becoming more and more uncomfortable. You try to bear it as long as you can, but as another 10 minutes pass your head begins to thump, your eyes becoming unfocused.
"Okay." You say standing up with a wobble. "This was really nice. But I'm getting a little dizzy. I think I should go out."
"Sit down." He says without opening his eyes. You're looking through the glass door to the cool of the outside longingly. It's starting to hurt being in here, but you're sure Tae knows that.
"Please, Sir. I don't feel well." You try again to plead your point. Despite your discomfort, you still don't want to act on your own. Outrightly disobeying him would disregard everything that your relationship is built on.
"Do you really want to test me right now, little girl?" He says, his head rested back with a smirk.
"You're being unfair." You pout, lightly stomping your foot.
He chuckles, rolling his head forward. "The answer's yes apparently." He stands and your gaze drops to eye height looking at his collar bone. He steps towards you and you step back. And again. Pushing you to the other side of the room. Your legs come into contact with the bench and as he steps at you again, with nowhere left to go, you fall down onto the seat, coming face height with his lower stomach and crotch.
An embarrassed glow fans over your cheeks as you realize what your first impulse is. You stifle a giggle, biting your lip.
"Little Y/n, who's in charge here?"
Those words said in that deep tone have you momentarily forgetting how dehydrated and sick you feel. His voice sending a wave of shivers down your spine and up your neck.
"You are." You purr back, having to push your thighs together with a new kind of heat rushing through your stomach.
"And when I tell you to do something, you do it. Isn't that right?" His salacious words are accompanied by his hand curling around your jaw, his thumb resting on your lips pressing for entrance into your mouth. Instinctually, you open for him and suck his thumb, looking up at him with wide eyes. There's a small lustful smile on his face and in his eyes. But it's the way he licks and bites his lip that has another bolt of heat shooting through your core.
You nod to his question, sucking firmer, taking it deeper and rubbing your tongue along it. Emboldened by the ravenous look in his eye.
Taehyung removes his hand, it shoving your shoulder, making you crash back into the wall. He grabs your legs and roughly throws them onto the double-tiered bench, having you lay along it. Climbing on top of it, he pushes himself between your legs making you spread them wider to accommodate him. Right away you nearly melt feeling his hardening member.
"When I tell you to sit, you don't argue. Do you?" He leans over the top of you, his hand rested next to your head.
"No, Sir." You whisper back breathlessly, shaking your head.
He presses his hips down, rubbing himself between your legs, slipping effortlessly with how wet you already are. You buck upwards trying to encourage him to go further, trying to meet him that last little bit to get what your craving.
"And when I tell you to wait for my call, you make sure to wait patiently and be a good girl for me, don't you?"
"Yes," you pant.
He smirks, approving of your answers. His lips come to yours, licking over your bottom lip before his tongue enters your mouth. Slowly he sinks deep inside you, making you moan and whine.
"You don't need to ask Y/n. Cum as much as you want. But you don't move till I'm done."
A small excited smile fills your face, and you nod back. As far as punishments go, this one seems great. He's not denying you, and he said you can cum as much as you want, so he's not going to overstimulate you. At the moment, you can't see the downside.
Gradually he starts to move, and you bring your hips up to his to match his rhythm, groaning and moaning the whole time. It isn't long until Taehyungs skilled strokes have you exploding around him, giving you the ecstasy you sought after.
But as your high starts to fade, you again gain clarity and realization of your surroundings. You're no longer desperately working towards release and you can again feel the hot air going down your throat. The excess heat of Taehyungs skin on yours. The way your bodies slip along one another due to sweat, or the sweat dripping from Tae's body all over you. You're wet and sore and the longer he continues, even as he brings you to another orgasm, it feels tainted with the suffocation of the sweltering heat.
Taehyung can see it. The look of excitement you had, turning swiftly into one of worry and distress as your distraction faded. And he is revelling once again in how transparent your emotions are to him. Enjoying being able to see how you're suffering but still obeying him.
As he makes you cum for a third time, your body throbs in pleasure but your head thumps in pain. Your chest hurting and your breath short. Your eyes getting glassy. A sick feeling nudging at the back of your throat.
He keeps going, unrelenting for far too long. Keeping himself slow and steady, breaking to kiss and paw at you every now and then to draw it out even longer.
With a stolen glance at the clock on the wall, you can only estimate that he has been fucking you for at least 30 minutes. It's too much. You're so past your limit you can barely keep your eyes open or move. You want to ask him to stop, but you know his order not to move including asking if you could. And you are aware it wasn't a suggestion.
By the time Taehyung finally cums, you're completely spent, nearly unconscious. So much so that after taking a second to catch his own breath, he has to carry you out of the sauna.
As he lays you on the bench in the cool-down room, your body is shivering with dehydration. Any second now, you fear you're going to throw up. Or completely pass out.
But Taehyung doesn't care. He hates to wait on you and he knows he certainly made his point. His only care is that he makes sure you're not confused as to why your suffering right now. "The next time I tell you to wait for me, Y/n," He clarifies with a stern tone, tapping your face lightly to make sure your eyes are open, "I expect you to be actively waiting, and to come running the second I call. Am I understood?"
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Ooh, getting a little salty there, Thomas. Don't worry, I'm right with you.
"So, Doctor, what did the teachers and "parents" do differently with each "twin"?"
(I am not prepared, this is gonna hurt)
"So let me see if I'm understanding you correctly," Thomas says. "You've essentially taken two children and told one of them "you're the evil twin" and then you sat back to see what would happen?"
"That's an extremely crude way of putting it," says Dr. Shaw. "Rarely were we so explicit; children are not stupid. They can tell when you are disappointed in them, or when you don't expect much from them. From toddler-hood, the psychologists in charge of raising each set of 'twins' selected one to be the subject of the neglect and proceeded from there. For your strains, Remus was selected to be the 'bad twin,' as you put it, while Roman was the control against him."
Thomas looks up at the screen. At first glance, he can't tell which is Roman and which is Remus, he just sees two vaguely collage-aged students, neither of whom look particularly happy to be there.
Dr. Shaw reaches over and turns a knob on a control panel, and volume from the class fills the room.
"For the rest of the period, I'd like you all to partner up to check each other's study guides," says the teacher. "We'll be having a quiz next week."
One of Thomas's strains stands immediately, and strides across the room to tap a girl with curly red hair on the shoulder. The clone who stays rolls his eyes and props his feet up on the desk, casting a lazy glance around the room.
Thomas follows suit, examining the group of students. Some of the pairs of twins have stuck with each other, while others have done what Thomas's clone did and sought out a new partner.
"Which one was that?" Thomas asks as his clone sits down with the curly-haired girl.
"That's Roman," says Dr. Shaw. "He's paired up with another of the 'good' subjects, Cassandra. This is consistent with his typical attitude towards Remus in academic settings."
Thomas looks at Remus, who still has not gotten up from his chair. No one has approached him yet to work on the project, and he doesn't seem eager to look for someone either. Eventually, there is no one left beside the curly-haired girl's twin, who sighs and makes her way over to Remus.
"Helen," Dr. Shaw supplies. "The subject of neglect compared to her sister."
"She doesn't look too happy to be paired with Remus," Thomas says hesitantly.
"Subjects have responded to their treatment in different ways," says Dr. Shaw. "Some have striven even harder to gain approval from the authority figures in their lives; Helen falls into this category. However, some have accepted and even lean heavily into their type casting, which is how Remus has coped with his situation."
Thomas sighs.
"Let me guess: the kids who are still trying to gain approval don't want to end up paired with the guy who seemingly doesn't care."
"That seems to be the pattern, yes."
Thomas watches Remus lean back and lace his fingers together behind his head, and swallows. For all intents and purposes, Remus is a stranger to him...but in many other ways, including legally, Remus is him. And the way that he's forcefully projecting an image out to the rest of his classmates...there's something about it that's painfully familiar to Thomas.
Helen begins talking to Remus, pointing to her study guide, but it's clear that he's not really listening.
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@underthewingsofthblackeagle asked: Father Andrew brings Jack to M&D and they take him back. To them, he is like a son (as Goodey said). But he is not sired by Matthew. How will MdC make sure, Jack is accepted as a true member of the DCFam? Bloodvow mark? How will Marcus react, having a brother he has known nothing until now? Would there be envy from Marcus' side and if so, how will Matthew and Diana make sure, they love both their sons equally? Thanks :)
Hope you like this! Such an interesting relationship between Matthew and his children.
Jack was always anxious. Despite having his blood rage under better control, he still was always anxious. But it calmed him being at home, at Les Revenants with his younger siblings and his parents.
"Mum? Dad?" They both smiled up at him.
"I'm a Clairmont, now. Aren't I?"
"Of course you are. Did Baldwin say something again?" Diana frowned.
Jack shook his head, "I still am a Blackfriars, to a lot of people. I just, I want to be a part of this family, properly."
They both smiled.
"Blood vow." Matthew decided, "Everyone respects the blood vow. Not that you should need it. You are our son Jack. Always have been."
They have to call a family meeting about it. Baldwin gives his approval and reiterates the promise Diana made to him when they created the scion.
"You want him to bear the de Clermont name? He better not do anything to disgrace it. Remember sister?"
"Yes, brother." Diana teased back and squeezed Jack reassuringly on the shoulder.
Marcus rolled his eyes halfway through Matthew's announcement.
"Do as you please, Matthew. You always have." Is Marcus' reply when asked if he was okay with Jack's blood vow.
"Well, your brother is glad to have your support," Matthew replied.
"I'm an only child." Marcus replied, "If that's all, I have lives to save." He then abruptly ended the call.
They hold a small party at Sept-Tours. Father Hubbard comes, happy that Jack is truly better, with his family. Baldwin attends. Everyone attends. But Marcus' absence is felt.
Matthew went to see his eldest son at his London home. But he wasn't home.
A few hours later, Marcus and Phoebe come home and he sighs heavily when he sees his father's car parked outside. Great.
"What, Matthew?" Is the first thing he asks when he unlocks the door. Matthew is standing in the living room, and Phoebe leaves, not wanting to get in the middle of this.
"It was your brother's blood vow ceremony today," Matthew said, disappointment in his voice, a tone Marcus was all too used to. But he no longer cared for it.
"And I had lives to save. There was a pile-up." Marcus replied. He'd had operation after operation.
"Jack could have really done with your support today." Matthew said, "Your brother-"
"I don't have a brother. I have two baby-half siblings, but I've always been an only child."
"Jack is as much my son as you are, therefore he is your brother." Matthew retorted.
"Well, in the same way, my children weren't related to you, Jack isn't my brother."
So that's what it was about.
"You're still angry," Matthew observed.
"Gold star for Professor Clairmont. Now, please leave. It's clear we have nothing else to discuss." Marcus knew his father wasn't one for apologies.
"I'm not leaving until we discuss this. You are my son and you are upset." Matthew said, concerned.
"See, you say that. But I don't even think you what that means." Marcus said sharply, "You are my father, and I do love you, but it's never been an equal relationship. You've lied to me, hurt me, hurt my children and now you expect me to simply accept a stranger as my brother, a son you love more."
"I don't love Jack more."
"Yes, you do." Marcus smiled sadly.
"Marcus thinks I love Jack more," Matthew said to Diana that evening when he came back to Les Revenants.
"Of course, we don't," Diana said, hurt by the suggestion. She adored Marcus, just as much as she adored the twins and Jack.
"I didn't raise him. Not really. After New Orleans, I dropped him off here in France." Matthew said, "And he flourished. Ysabeau and Philippe were proud."
"You weren't there for him," Diana said.
"No. Only when he did something wrong, slept with someone he shouldn't have. Got involved where he shouldn't have, even if he was right." Diana wrapped his arms around him and breathed in sharply.
"My poor boy," Diana muttered.
A few days later, they called both their sons to their home, wanting to clear the air.
Marcus could smell the blood vow coming from Jack. It felt like a slap in the face.
"We wanted to assure you that we love you both," Diana said.
"I know that," Jack replied, squeezing Diana's hand and she smiles as her sweet boy. But then looks at Marcus with a concerned smile.
"Marcus doesn't think so." Diana said, "And I need him to know that I and his father love him very, very much. And if he has any concerns-"
"Diana, I will lose a lot of respect for you pull out a talking stick." Marcus said, "And I get it. Won't miss another party. Thank you, love you too. Can I leave? Great."
"I'm sorry." Matthew said, stopping his eldest in his tracks "That I wasn't always there for you. That I keep things from you. I want to do better, so when you feel like it, we can talk, yell. Whatever you need. You are our son and I need you to know how much I love you."
Marcus stared back at him, "Thank you."
Jack follows Marcus out.
"Look, Jack, I don't hate you. Welcome to the family. I just need some time." Marcus explained.
Jack doesn't say anything, but he hugs him. Marcus gently pats him on the back.
"I'm sorry that dad hurt you," Jack said when he pulled away. The Matthew he had experienced, had looked for and loved was very different from the Matthew Marcus had run from, rebelled against.
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