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queenshelby · 2 months

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The Basement (Part Two)

Pairing: Dark! Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Smut, CNC, Anal, Rough, Derogation

Four weeks after you signed the contract, you arrived at Cillian's house which, at least from the outside, looked like every other house on that street.

You were greeted by a woman named Mandy who took your bag and gestured for you to come inside.

"You brought clothes, that's sweet," she chuckled, raising an eyebrow as she led you into the house and you simply nodded shyly, feeling slightly intimidated by the thirty something year old woman.

"You know, you won't need them sweetie, so maybe leave them in the spare room for now," she then said, indicating a small room off the hallway.

Feeling like you had no choice, you quietly dropped your bag on the floor and followed Mandy down the corridor. The rich scent of expensive perfume filled the air, mingling with the faint aroma of exotic spices wafting from somewhere deeper within the house.

"Uhm, may I ask who you are? I didn't expect anyone but Cillian to be here," you said hesitantly, trying to get more information about your circumstances.

"Oh! That's right, you don't know me yet, do you?" Mandy replied coyly, winking at you. "I'm Mandy, a friend of Cillian's and I'm going to look after you for the next two weeks," she added cheerfully before taking your hand and leading you downstairs to the basement.

"Where is Cillian?" you asked Mandy as your heart pounded wildly against your chest. You couldn't help but feel anxious about what was coming next; the prospect of being trapped in this home for two whole weeks was terrifying but also strangely arousing.

"He's out at the moment, but will be back in a few hours," Mandy stated. "He asked me to get you ready for when he returns," she added, leading you down a winding staircase until you reached a dark but spacious room, containing a big, beautiful bed with chains, a leather chair, and a mirror on each wall. There was also a spa bath and small ensuite and whilst the room was nicely decorated, the sight of your windowless surroundings made your stomach churn nervously.

"What do you mean ' getting me ready'?" you then ought to ask, swallowing hard and Mandy smiled kindly at you. Her tone was soothing, almost maternal.

"Well, for starters, I will talk you through what you can expect from your stay here and then he has asked me to restrain you for your first encounter with him, just to make things more interesting," Mandy explained, reaching out to stroke your cheek gently. You flinched away instinctively — Mandy chuckled softly.

"You read the contract before signing it, didn't you?" Mandy asked, cocking her head slightly to one side, her brow furrowed in concern. The question hung between you—a loaded gun aimed straight at your guilt. Your eyes darted toward the corner of the room, avoiding any confrontation with the older woman.

"Yeah, I did," you finally admitted, mustering all of your courage.

"Good, then you should know what is about to happen," Mandy said, patting your shoulder reassuringly. "So, how about you undress sweetie, so that I can apply the restraints properly?"

With a weak nod, you began to unbutton your shirt while Mandy turned around. It felt strange to undress while someone else watched, especially since you knew what would happen once you were completely nude.

As you slipped off your shirt and pants, leaving only your underwear on, Mandy cleared her throat loudly before turning to face you again.

"Very nice, darling," she murmured, looking you over appreciatively. "Are you comfortable with wearing nothing at all?" Mandy asked, her voice softening. "If not, we can cover you up with a robe, if you prefer."

She seemed genuinely concerned about your comfort, which struck you as odd considering the circumstances. However, there was something oddly comforting about her gentle, patient manner. It made you trust her enough to respond honestly.

"No, I guess I'm okay with being naked," you managed to say weakly. "It feels weird, though."

You could see Mandy smile at your response, her expression warm and understanding. "It does, doesn't it?" Mandy responded sympathetically. "But I guess it makes things easier access wise," she then told you while you began to remove your bra and panties, leaving behind the stark reality of your vulnerability.

Mandy's gaze wandered across your body, taking in every curve and line. "Beautiful," she whispered under her breath. "You have such stunning curves, no wonder Cills took an interest in you."

The compliment left you feeling both flattered and embarrassed. "Thank you," you muttered awkwardly, averting your gaze to the ground.

"Now, please put your wrists behind your back," Mandy instructed in a soothing voice. You hesitated for a second before complying, apprehensive about what would happen next. You clumsily interlocked your fingers, feeling the cold metal touch your skin as Mandy attached the first chain. "How tight is this supposed to be?" you whimpered, squirming uncomfortably.

"Just right," Mandy answered confidently, tightening the chain further.

"A bit uncomfortable, but not too much." You tried to relax your shoulders, but the cold metal digging into your flesh made it impossible, which was something Mandy ought to ignore.

"Now lets talk about the particulars, shall we?" Mandy started, sitting you down on the edge of the bed. "Cillian asked me to go over some details with you so that you know exactly what to expect during your stay," she explained, her tone warm and friendly. "The first thing is that you'll be staying in this room for the entirety of your stay, unless he decides otherwise. All meals will be delivered to you and the bathroom is equipped with everything you might need, including fresh towels and toiletries."

You glanced around the room, noting the luxurious amenities.

"Now let me tell you what is expected of you, little one," Mandy spoke in a calming voice, her hands resting on your shoulders. "Cillian will come down here four or five times a day, to... entertain himself with you. This includes intercourse and anything else he wants to do. Anything he asks for, you do. No questions asked."

You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat growing larger by the second.

"Occasionally, he asks me to join in or hold you down for him," Mandy added casually, checking the chain's tension. "He will like to watch you struggle a bit and I can guarantee you that you will become rather sore after the first few days. But it's all part of the fun, isn't it?" Mandy said, patting your bare leg gently.

"Now you consented to him ejaculating inside you and the doctor has given you a depo shot two weeks ago to make sure you don't get pregnant. You also consented to anal sex and you agreed to him having sex while you are asleep, for which sleeping pills were prescribed to you, correct?" Mandy asked, her voice matter-of-fact.

"Uh-huh," you croaked, nodding feebly. Your throat constricted painfully, your breathing shallow and ragged.

"Good," Mandy nodded approvingly, patting your knee.

She paused, her tone turning softer. "Also, you understood that you are forbidden to masturbate or play with yourself, yes?"

"Yes," you managed to utter, blushing profusely.

"Good," Mandy said, patting your knee affectionately. "Now I will let you relax. Cillian should be here soon," she reassured you and you gave Mandy a weak smile, nodding in agreement.

The thought of enduring countless sexual encounters with Cillian, without any chance of escape or even self-pleasure, terrified you. Yet, a strange sense of anticipation began to wash over you. What kind of person would choose to endure such humiliation willingly?

The thoughts swirled in your mind, creating a whirlpool of confusion and doubt. You tried to rationalize what lay ahead, grasping at straws to justify your decision. Was it curiosity, perhaps? Or was it the lure of his fame that enticed you into this predicament? Regardless of the reason, you found yourself submerged in a sea of desperation as you faced the inevitable truth. You sighed heavily, casting a longing glance at the door, willing it to swing open and reveal the object of your fascination.

As the minutes ticked by, your impatience grew, gnawing at your insides like a ravenous beast. You were chained to the bed, naked, and time seemed to slow down, the seconds stretching into eternity until, suddenly, the door creaked open.

"Alright, little one," Cillian murmured, stepping into the room as he shut the door behind him. His presence sent a shiver down your spine, the mere sound of his voice causing your heartbeat to race.

"I can see that you have settled in nicely," Cillian said, his voice husky, as he walked closer to the bed. His eyes, bright blue, held a hint of excitement as they scanned your body.

You nodded silently, your throat constricting. Words failed you, replaced by a tumultuous mix of emotions. Fear, anticipation, shame, and arousal swirled within you, creating a whirlwind of sensations.

"Why don't you turn onto your stomach for me?" Cillian suggested, his voice calm and confident.

Your heart raced, but you managed to roll onto your belly, facing away from him while the chains twisted tighter, the rope tangling up at the bedhead.

"Perfect," Cillian murmured, running his fingers along your spine while caressing your upper thigh.

His touch sent goosebumps dancing up your arms, and you shivered involuntarily.

"Now tell me," Cillian prodded, his voice dripping with wicked intent. "Have you ever had anal before?"

You swallowed hard, your voice barely audible.

"N-no, I haven't," you stammered, your heart hammering against your ribs.

"And yet you agreed to it," Cillian murmured, his voice laced with a hint of satisfaction. "This should be interesting, then," he chuckled, his eyes twinkling with anticipation.

"Please," you whimpered, the word escaping your lips like a plea for mercy. "Just don't hurt me when you put it in there," you begged and Cillian's laughter echoed in the room, filling the space with an unsettling energy.

"Don't worry," he soothed, stroking your back gently. "I promise to be gentle. At least at first," Cillian murmured, his fingers trailing up and down your spine.

"You're trembling," he observed, pausing to brush loose strands of hair away from your neck. "Is it because you're scared?"

'A little,' you manage to squeak out, your breath hitching in your throat.

Perhaps it's the thought of the unknown, or the realization that you're bound to a stranger, powerless to escape his whims. Cillian smiles, his teeth white and perfect, the corners of his eyes crinkling with amusement.

"Don't be, I will ease you into it," he assures you, placing a warm hand on your back. "I might fuck your pussy a little bit first, that should loosen you up," Cillian said, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants, revealing his erect cock.

"And while I fuck your little pussy, I might start stretching your asshole with my finger," he continued, moving onto the bed.

"We'll see how that goes," he teased, crawling up behind you.

You gasped, the sensation of his throbbing member rubbing against your hip sending a jolt of anticipation rippling through your body. You could feel your juices pooling between your legs, soaking the thin mattress beneath you.

"Let's see how much you can handle," Cillian murmured, guiding his cock towards your entrance.

You braced yourself, your muscles tensing as you waited for the entry. He pushed, his length sliding effortlessly into your wet heat. Your moan echoed in the silent room, a muffled cry of pleasure reverberating off the walls.

"That's it," Cillian growled, each thrust driving deep within you. "Fuck, you are so tight," he groaned, his hips moving rhythmically, pistoning in and out of you. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, your muscles quivering with desire.

"Good girl," Cillian purred, his grip tightening possessively as he thrust deeper. "Take it all, baby. Show me how much you want it."

You moaned, your voice hoarse and desperate while Cillian groaned, his pace quickening.

"You're so wet, so hot," he moaned before pulling out of you abruptly.

"What are you doing?" you cried out, your voice cracking with frustration.

"Shhh, little one," Cillian murmured, stroking your back soothingly. "Relax, I'm just preparing you for what's to come," he said, kneeling between your legs, pulling you onto your knees so that your chain hands were resting on the bedhead.

He then thrusted in to your pussy again, harder than before, ramming into you like a jackhammer.

"That's it," he growled, his voice laced with lust. The room was filled with the sounds of your grunts and the slap of flesh meeting flesh.

"Now I will spread your ass cheeks apart. alright?," Cillian murmured, his voice laced with anticipation and you gasped, your body stiffening in anticipation. "So that I can see your little virgin hole back there," Cillian he then told you, squeezing your cheeks apart roughly.

You winced, your body protesting as he rubbed your asshole with his index finger, coating it with your pussy juice, making it slippery.

He then pressed his fingertip against your sphincter, applying gentle pressure.

You flinched, your body resisting the invasion.

"Relax," Cillian murmured, his voice thick with lust. "I'm just getting ready to stretch you out," he told you as he slid his finger into your rear, breaching the barrier with a gentle pop.

You gasped, a wave of discomfort washing over you.

"That's it," Cillian purred, his voice laced with anticipation.

"I'm just testing the waters," he said, adding another finger, widening the gap. "Can you feel it spreading wider?" he murmured, his voice husky with lust.

"It hurts," you whined, squirming beneath him.

"I know, baby," Cillian murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Just breathe through it," he said, pressing a firm kiss to your collarbone. "You're doing great," he praised, his voice laced with adoration.

You inhaled deeply, letting out a shaky sigh as you adjusted to the intrusion.

"Good girl," Cillian praised, his voice laced with satisfaction. "Now, lean forward onto your elbows," he instructed, slipping his fingers out of you.

"I want to prepare you for my cock," he said, stroking your back soothingly.

Without hesitation, you complied, leaning forward onto your elbows, presenting your sore little hole to him.

"Good girl," he cooed, kissing your back. "This might feel a little cold now," he warned, lubing himself up with a generous amount of K-Y Jelly. He then positioned himself behind you, his hard cock pointing directly at your ass.

You shuddered, bracing yourself for the impending invasion. He grabbed your hips tightly, holding you steady as he rested the tip of his cock against your opening.

"It's going to hurt a little," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "But remember, it's all part of the experience," he reminded you, his words a whisper against your ear.

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly. You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest.

Suddenly, he thrust forward, the head of his cock breaching your entrance.

"Oh god fuck, you are too big," you screamed, your muscles spasming in shock.

"Shhhh, baby," he murmured, his voice softening. "Just breathe through it," he repeated, pressing a tender kiss to your exposed neck. "You're doing great," he praised, his voice thick with adoration.

Cillian continued to work his cock into your rear, inch by excruciating inch. His rhythmic, deliberate movements felt as though he was carefully sculpting you, carving his path deeper and deeper.

"It hurts," you yelped, your voice breaking. "Fuck!" you spat, squirming beneath him.

"Shhh, baby," Cillian cooed, his voice thick with lust. "This is what you wanted, right?" His words were meant to taunt you, but they served a different purpose altogether.

"You wanted me to use you," Cillian murmured, his voice soft and soothing as he pushed all the way into your rear.

"To claim you, own you, and fuck you however I wish."

You whimpered, your muscles clenching involuntarily. Every push sent a sharp pain shooting through you, but it was accompanied by a growing sense of fullness which felt strangely satisfying.

"Tell me what you think about me using you like this, Y/N," Cillian breathed into your ear, his hot breath fanning your neck.

The command, so blunt and demanding, left you stunned, unable to form coherent words.

"Come on, little one," Cillian urged, his voice softening. "Tell me how it feels."

You struggled to find the words, your voice cracking as you forced out a reply.

"It feels strange," you croaked, your breath hitching in your throat. "Fucked up, actually."

Cillian chuckled quietly, his warm breath fanning your neck. "I bet it does," he murmured, his tone dripping with smug satisfaction.

"What else?" he asked, his voice husky with lust.

Cillian's question hung heavy in the air, a weighty reminder of the depth of your surrender. You squirmed, feeling his erection pulsating inside you, filling you up in ways you never imagined possible.

"It feels dirty," you confessed, your voice breaking. "Like I'm just your toy," you said as your voice trembled, a quiet whine echoing in the room.

Cillian laughed, his voice deep and rich with satisfaction. "Exactly," he replied, his tone laden with triumph as he thrusted into you again, hard and fast.

You gasped, your body responding despite the agony coursing through you.

"You're mine now," he proclaimed, his voice echoing with confidence. "My little toy."

The words stung, yet there was a bizarre sense of satisfaction in knowing that you belonged to him, body and soul.

"Oh god, why am I enjoying this?" you asked, your voice strained and desperate as the pain increased. "Why do I crave more?" you asked out loud, confused by your emotions.

Cillian smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Well, clearly you like being dominated, controlled, and used," he said. His words cut deep, but there was a strange allure in the idea that you were a natural slave.

You felt ashamed, disgusted, and utterly helpless as you accepted the truth. You were indeed a natural slave, thriving under the control and domination of others.

"I think you enjoy it even though it hurts, don't you?" he asked, his manhood relentlessly plunging into your ass. With each brutal thrust, you could feel your resistance melting away as the intense pleasure consumed you.

"No, I don't," you lied, your voice cracking. But deep down, you knew he was right. You did enjoy it - the roughness, the pain, the complete submission to his desires. It was liberating, freeing you from the constraints of societal norms and expectations.

"You're a liar," he growled, his fingers gripping your hips tightly. "Admit it, you love being dominated and controlled."

"Oh god," you panted, feeling your insides tighten around his massive shaft.

Cillian chuckled, his voice deep and dark as he pulled out slightly, before slamming back into you, sending a jolt of pain through your core.

"Your ass is going to be so sore after this," he gloated, his cock thrusting mercilessly into you. "It's going to hurt a lot actually," he teased, grinning wickedly while you moaned at the sheer thought of it all.

"And guess what? I won't let you cum until you've earned it so the pain will be even worse," Cillian said, his voice dripping with wicked delight. "You'll beg and plead for release, but it won't come until I say so."

You shivered, the prospect of endless torture exciting you beyond measure. This is what you signed up for, you reminded yourself. A man who possessed the ability to dominate and control you completely. The idea thrilled you, sending a surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins.

"Now, I need you to hold nice and still for me while I fill your little hole with my seed," Cillian murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Are you ready for me to mark you as mine?"

You nodded, your heart racing with anticipation. As Cillian withdrew his cock, you felt a sense of loss, a void forming within you that only his presence could fill.

"Put your face down in the pillow," Cillian ordered, his voice commanding. "I'm going to slide in deep now, baby," he said, positioning himself behind you once more.

"I want to feel you squeezing my cock with your tight little channel, begging to be marked with my seed."

You could hear the hunger in his voice, a palpable force that resonated loudly through the room. The thought of being claimed, owned, and possessed by him excited you beyond belief. You moaned softly, arching your back in anticipation.

He rammed his cock back into your now gaping rear with such force that it hurt, causing you to scream out in pain.

"Ah! Fuck!" you yelled as tears welled up in your eyes from the intense penetration.

"Good girl, let me hear those pretty little screams of yours!" Cillian roared, his words punctuated by the forceful thrusts of his cock.

You grimaced, biting on the edge of the pillow to muffle your cries. "Ow! Ah!" you groaned, your voice muffled and shaky. Despite the mounting pain, you couldn't help but revel in the sensation of being thoroughly taken by someone so unrelenting.

"Here it comes, baby," Cillian rumbled, the words vibrating against your skin as, with a final, triumphant thrust, he surged into you, filling you to the brim with his seed.

You cried out, the sudden influx of warmth overwhelming you.

"There we go," Cillian murmured, a satisfied grin playing across his lips. "Now tell me, how does it feel?" he asked while withdrawing his cock slowly, causing your gaping hole to shrink almost instantly.

"It burns," you whispered, your voice quivering as you felt his hot semen leak out of you, staining the bedding beneath you. "But I loved it," you admitted, the words tasting bitter on your tongue.

"I knew you would," Cillian chuckled, his voice dripping with pride. "Now you're mine."

You flinched, a wave of dread washing over you. Now that it was done, the reality of your situation hit you like a ton of bricks.

"What happens now?" you asked hesitantly, your voice trembling.

"It's simple, really," Cillian replied nonchalantly, his voice laced with amusement. "I'll continue to use you as I please, whenever I please. And you'll learn to accept your new role as my pet," he explained before giving you a quick wink and untying you from the bed.

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy imagine #cillian murphy x y/n #tommy shelby #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy x you

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acewithapaintbrush · 1 year

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I'm in love with @ashwii Celestial AU. I wanted to write something poetic and beautiful but instead it turned into silly shenanigans between astronaut April and the Disaster Twins. I hope you get a good chuckle out of it at least.

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"Wait! Hold on! Rewind! Humans do what?"

April grins and adjusts her grip on the outer hull. She briefly gestures with the screwdriver before plunging it back into the innards of the space station she is going to call her home for the next few years.

No matter how much she'd trained for and anticipated this mission, the idea of spending years alone on a space station to research the effects of long term exposure to low gravity had been as exciting as it had been scary. All that scientific and psychological mumbo jumbo aside, she'd been convinced that 'going space crazy' would be a given and had noted it down in her mission log on the very first day (something Ground Control hadn't found very funny, weirdly enough).

She thought the loneliness might kill her before any asteroid or technical failure could. But now here she is, floating in her super advanced space suit in the vast nothingness of space and talking to a floating humanoid turtle who is also apparently an embodiment of all the stars in all the galaxies and who is named like a renaissance painter even though April had to explain what a renaissance painter even is and…

Maybe she has gone space crazy after all?

Leonardo proves that he is not merely a figment of her imagination by tapping one of his fingers against the face shield of her helmet, an action that had scared the crap out of her the first time he'd done it. Not anymore though. Her new friends won't let anything happen to her.

"Hello? Stars to April!"

"Yes Leo, I heard you." She can hear him loud and clear. She wonders if he can too or if her voice sounds muffled to him through the helmet. "Don't know what to tell you, dude. It's just a silly thing humans do. There are websites where you can buy a star and give it a name and then give it away as a gift."

"A gift?" Leo clutches at his chest like an old lady might clutch at her pearls. He floats backwards a few feet. The trails of his mask flare and tiny stars follow his movement, surrounding him and sparking briefly like small explosions before fading away again.

Oh, how April wishes she could touch them. Would they be cold or hot? Would they pass right through her or settle on her skin like a thousand little fireflies?

They don't know if Leo and his brothers can enter the station without harm to them or the ship and April knows that they are too wary to try. Yet.

Which, yeah. Fair enough. Maybe one day.

"A gift!" he repeats. His voice cracks and he looks genuinely distressed. April would feel bad for him if she wasn't trying so hard not to laugh. "How dare you humans sell pieces of me as a gift!"

"Hey hey, calm down. It's not real. No one can really buy a star. It's just… make believe."

"That's besides the point!"

In that moment Donatello joins them, alerted by his brother's shouting and gesticulating. He's been keeping an eye on the two of them from a distance. The moon turtle is the slowest to warm up to April, although her willingness to show and explain to him the various uses of her NASA approved equipment has gone a long way. April is determined to win the celestial being over with her charm and wit, just like she did with his brothers.

"What's all this racket about?" Don looks and sounds tired. It's a waning moon and his arms are already more black than green, his eyes vaguely distant. The black mass traveling up and down his arms like the insides of a lava lamp should look creepy but it's actually quite mesmerizing. April could watch the dance of darkness and light for hours, but Donnie gets testy when he catches her staring so she refrains. Barely.

"Donnieeeee!" Leo wails and throws his arms around his brother's neck. Immediately the stars on his skin brighten. It's fascinating: The darker Donnie is, the brighter Leo shines. The closer they are to a full moon, the more subdued Leo's glow becomes. Neither state seems to affect the other negatively. Rather, they seem to gravitate towards each other even more frequently during full and new moons.

Donnie smiles softly in the face of his brother's antics and April catches herself thinking that it's probably a good thing both of them don't shine at the same time. That might just blind her.

The moon turtle catches her staring and just like a switch being flipped his smile turns into a scowl and he pushes his brother away.

April smirks. So predictable.

"Nardo! What is it?"

Leonardo waves his arms around. Streaks of light paint waves into the space between them. "April just told me that humans buy stars as gifts!" He shudders and hugs himself. "I feel so violated."

Okay, that is so not fair. Now April feels really bad. And it's got nothing to do with the glare Don sends her.

"Hey man!", she says and gently bumps her fist lightly against Leo's shoulder. It feels just like any other shoulder. Corporal and squishy. She wonders if it would feel different without the glove in the way. "They only do that because stars are beautiful. You buy a star for your loved ones, to show them how important they are to you and because you want to give them something unique and lovely. Gifting someone a star is like, the most wonderful thing you can do on earth, y'know?"

She is mostly talking out of her ass right now. April never got the whole 'gifting a star' business. To her it's mostly a scam, just a very expensive piece of paper. No one owns stars so no one can sell them either. But she does acknowledge that it's a cute idea at least and that lots of people are really digging it.

Leo stares at her with, excuse the pun, stars in his eyes. "Really?" His attitude does a complete 180. He twirls in a circle, throws his glowing mask trails around and blows his brother an exaggerated kiss. "You hear that, Dee? I'm the most wonderful gift, ever. Humans pay lots of money for a piece of me. You all get my company for free, be thankful."

Donatello rolls his eyes. "Oh, joy. Though I wish I had paid some money. At least then I'd have a receipt and could return you for something cooler."

Leo only laughs good-naturedly, but April mentally rubs her hands like a villain.

She really shouldn't aggravate the guy. She does want him to like her, after all. But Donnie just offered her the perfect opportunity for some light teasing. And she did promise to teach the boys everything she knows about earth and human customs. She's got a duty to fulfill, doesn't she?

Ah, well. They can become best friends later. After all, she'll be around them for many years to come.

"Oh Donnie!" she drawls and floats closer to him. He eyes her with the usual distrust and she smirks in anticipation. "Did I ever tell you about this thing humans do, where they buy land on the moon?"

#rottmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt celestial au #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise leo #rise april #rise donnie #rottmnt leo #rottmnt april #rottmnt donnie #I will write something beautiful and poetic for this au #mark my words #But for now have some shenanigans #I love this au so much

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sthormiiii · 5 months

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aaravos headcanons !! (again)

i've put a little more thought into this ones~

General headcanons:

- hes so strong, or, well. he used to be. ofc he's naturally very strong, but ever since his imprisonment he has been sitting down a lot, he doesn't work out much in there (too busy being sad and plotting revenge) so, when he gets out and notices that he struggles to lift stuff up, that annoys him.

- he tried his best to stay away from humans at first, but it was so hard for him, he promised himself he would just take a look, just to see how they live from closer, nothing more!! we know how that went.

- him before the fall was such a nerd!! he still is ofc, but before all the trauma he used to be just a guy interested in humans! just picture him trying the human rayla thing the first time he went to humans.

- one of his favourite things was observing human couples togheter. yeah this might sound creepy i know, but he genuinely enjoyed watching two people just...being in love, and he always noticed the little gestures they did for each other- he would try to keep track of those, trying to understand what exactly being in love meant.

- that ties to the fact that startouch elves usually don't fall in love? because there isn't really a startouch elf society, they mostly live by themselves- that's another thing he loves about humans, the way they live togheter and create families.

- zones out a lot. he has so much stuff he wants to say, so many things in his head and he gets caught up in in his own thoughts so much

- he reads people very easily. notices the slightest things when talking to someone. especially looks at their hands and body language in general

- after he shattered the mirror in s4 he realized he couldn't look at himself anymore and went "-oh." so, NOW his hair is messier and he has to look at his reflection in vases or stuff like that. he's annoyed

- he sleeps in very specific ways with very specific kind of pillows and stuff. if he ever has to sleep somewhere else, his whole body hurts the next day

- he laughs loud af, can and will laugh like a maniac if he finds something THAT funny

- craves love and validation. wants to be praised and likes being at the center of attention

- he loves physical contact and tried to get it all the time, even small things like knees touching when sitting besides someone, or holding hands made him feel so happy

- his love language is quality time and physical contact

- hates getting sick, it makes him feel vulnerable and weak- it used to happen a lot because that man refuses to wear a shirt even in winter, and humans used to take care of him as much as they could! (he secretly liked it)

- first time he got sick he thought he was dying

- genuinely forgets how tall he is compared to other people, doesn't realize how menacing he can seem

- gets offended easily

- he!! likes!!!! bugs!!!!!!! I can't stress this enough

- he's ticklish. I won't elaborate.

Angsty ones:

- he hates himself,, he hates how he looks after his fall. he feels shame and guilt everytime he looks at himself

(s6 spoilers) him crying while looking at his reflection in the e1s6 made me think of this even more, he literally looks at his hands and see he's not glowing anymore and then. sobs.

- after losing so many people, he no longer grieves as much as he used to. if he stopped and really thought about it, he would cry, but he usually manages to block those thoughts out

- speaking of crying, once he starts he can't stop. he could cry for so many hours straight there's just so much stuff he went through and he needs to let all of that out...when he cries the stars on his cheeks shine more

- other than sadness he also has lots of anger inside. he sometimes snaps and throws punches against the walls of his prison, or he throws stuff around, making a mess. he then feels even worse

- he misses looking at the stars more than anything. yes, it's painful for him and he hates them. but he also just wish he could stargaze again.

- his nightmares manly consist in people he used to know, haunting him. he dreams of people who betrayed him, and he also dreams of being unable to move or do anything, being chained or just forced to stay still as people he used to know are there, watching, but don't help. sometimes they're happy dreams, of freedom and love, but even those leave him crying in the morning

- he is scared to love again

- as soon as he's out of that pearl he will sob. i know he will.

help its 2am does these make any sense...

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𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑳 𝑾𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑵 ║ Chapter 5 - I Hold a Beast, an Angel, and a Madman in Me

| RATING: explicit material | 18+ | WORD COUNT: 7.7k | CHAPTER WARNINGS: typical canon violence, mild self-harm

| CHAPTER SUMMARY: Pushing yourself out of your comfort zone doesn’t come without risk. Multiple incidents threaten to be a substantial setback in your hard-earned progress, and you rely on Joel to help you keep pushing forward.

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“I ate a piece of jerky at 2:17 last night when I woke up to go pee,” you announced as soon as Joel answered the door.

His face pulled back for a moment, not expecting such a unique greeting, but he quickly recovered. “Wow, one whole piece? Got ourselves a daredevil in Jackson now, huh?” he deadpanned.

You wheezed a nervous laugh when you realized how silly you must have sounded. You dug into your depleted reserves of self-confidence and pushed through the conversation.

“Y-Yeah, that’s right. It’s a– I had a whole piece. A whole entire piece. Maybe I’ll, um, maybe it will be TWO pieces next time,” you boasted. For good measure you popped your hands on your hips and gave a lopsided shrug.

Your spirited, clumsy attempt at bragging and trash-talking over eating a single piece of jerky elicited a genuine belly laugh from Joel. The stilted guffaw was a clear indication you had caught him off guard with your unique style of casual, playful banter. You grinned ear to ear, excited just to have made him react in such a way. It was your new favorite hobby, seeing if you could get Joel to smile or laugh with a bit of back and forth.

“Fuck’s sake, get in here,” he laughed, shaking his head.

He propped the door open wider for you to enter, and you scooted past him quickly. It was market day again. After your failure of a first attempt, Joel helped you lay a bit of groundwork so you weren’t doomed from the start. He worked with you to organize your list so that it was one continuous path with no circling back or crossing aisles. “In and out” as he had told you. It sounded easy enough when he was in charge.

You wanted to try navigating through the store on your own, and Joel obliged with the sole condition that he could step in if he felt it was necessary. So far, he had only had to intervene once. Kevin the store clerk tried to strike up a friendly, casual conversation with you, and all you could do was fumble over your ration slips and blabber incoherently. Small talk seemed to be a tipping point for you.

Still, you worked through your nerves and went twice a week with Joel and Ellie to the market. Maria was quite pleased that Joel had offered to help out with such a clear gesture of commitment, and you wondered why she had made it sound like it wasn’t something she would expect coming from him.

Around the one month mark, your boots had finally started to get broken in. You, too, had molded a bit to the demands of “normal life.” The routine Susan had established for you proved to be crucial in your progress. Knowing what to expect and when to expect it gave you the comfort to build up a little more confidence each day. You had even discussed a sort of part time job with Maria - something to help you feel like you weren’t just a freeloader.

She considered it for a few days before returning with an offer. Patrol shift changes happened near the front gates, and there were a few tasks and odd jobs that would make the transition smoother for everyone. It would only be a few hours at a time here and there, you didn’t have to interact with people for very long, you’d be around some familiar faces, and it was enough work to make you feel useful. It also felt nice to have a bit of purpose other than keeping Susan company - not that you didn’t enjoy it.

Your new job wasn’t anything complicated. The assignments were pretty straightforward: keeping the supply closets straightened, setting up log books for shift change, opening up the handoff stations, keeping track of everyone’s recorded hours for Tommy to review, doing some light housekeeping like sweeping and wiping down surfaces. When you earned your first ration slip, Susan had insisted you keep it and put it in a small picture frame somewhere readily visible in your room. A reminder to yourself of how far you’ve come, she had said.

It was a bit ironic looking at the framed slip as it sat on your dresser in front of a covered mirror. You had draped a blanket across it, along with almost every other mirror in the house, just to avoid your own reflection. You couldn’t stand seeing yourself. It didn’t feel like it was you who was looking back. It felt like someone else. You much preferred just focusing on your internal workings and not worrying about the flat look in your eye every time you caught sight of yourself in a mirror.

When you had asked Susan if you could cover the mirrors, she was kind enough to not question why. In fact, she had offered to take some of the bigger ones off the wall entirely, but you insisted she not go through that sort of trouble. You didn’t want her to get hurt doing it, and there was something that felt so heartbreakingly final about removing them that you couldn’t condemn yourself to it.

You held onto the hope that one day you would be able to see you when you looked into a mirror. For now, you only had to avoid eye contact with the bathroom mirrors, which you had agreed to leave uncovered at Susan’s request. You had come far in your first month, but there was still so much further to go.

You finished up sweeping the hallways and busied yourself with small tasks as you waited for the patrol groups to switch over. Joel was scheduled today, and that meant you would wait for him to get back with the rest of the group so you could walk home together. You had come to look forward to your walks with just you and Joel. The addition of Ellie during your trips to the market were nice, too, but there was never the comfortable silence you craved when it was the three of you.

Joel wasn’t the most talkative person, you had come to learn. You had seen him several times speak barely a word to others around town or during patrol shift change. Even people he enjoyed the company of, like his brother Tommy, would only garner two or three word sentences from him at times. With you he seemed a bit more open, although you weren’t sure why. It was always pleasant whenever you had a conversation here and there, but really it was the way you could walk side by side in silence that had you eager.

It was the only time you could recall that there was quiet, both outside and inside your head. Your mind wasn’t closed off into that safe spot you had carved out for yourself. You had retreated to it so many times when you needed to disconnect from reality long enough for the bad things to pass. But you hadn’t gone there in weeks. Weeks!

When you walked with Joel, it was just stillness and calm. Your thoughts weren’t racing. You weren’t on high alert. You could just enjoy the much too short walk home, side by side with your silent companion.

Then the times that you did want to talk, Joel didn’t seem bothered by that either. He never made you feel like an idiot when you tripped over your words or struggled to figure out how to express yourself. You hadn’t done it in so long that you were relearning much of the skillset. He even let you practice small talk with him, even though both of you hated engaging in it. It was one of those necessary evils that you had to tolerate if you were going to be sociable with others in Jackson.

Three weeks into your part time work, and you were offering simple greetings to some of the more familiar faces. Most of the ones you were brave enough to interact with had been part of the original patrol group that discovered you. They knew exactly what sort of circumstances you had come from and as such gave you a wide berth whenever you interacted. They all seemed to be rooting for you and wordlessly cheering you on as you found it in yourself to branch out and feel more confident addressing people.

There were others that made you feel on edge, although it was your history to blame rather than anything on their end. Some of the men got too close for your comfort but mostly backed off if they sensed you were ill at ease. In general it was just a lot of people focused on getting ready to start patrol or intent on finishing up whatever they needed to in order to end their shift. You could stay in the fringes, unnoticed and unbothered by the majority of people coming and going.

You straightened the chairs against the wall for the third time in the handoff room when at last you heard the sound of doors and footsteps. A glance up to the clock confirmed it was finally time for shift change. A few of the oncoming members shuffled in wordlessly while others gave you a quick nod of acknowledgment.

You gave Jason a friendly wave when he came through the door, and he flashed a quick smile back at you. He was probably more privy to the extent of your connection with Joel than anyone else. He’d been there that day at the market, eyeing yours and Joel’s hands clasped together during your panic attack. He’d never brought up that day to you, for which you were incredibly grateful, and it was in line with his general disposition.

He was one of the few people you’d recognized as someone Joel respected and cared about what they had to say. At first you thought it was because Jason was a sort of boss or manager with patrol shifts and personnel, but you quickly realized it was because they held a mutual respect for one another.

Jason never sought out more interaction than was necessary. Never pried. Just focused on whatever task was at hand and minded his business. He was a bit of Tommy and Joel combined, when you considered him. Not overly friendly but had a warmth in his eyes and smile. When he would occasionally ask how you were doing, you knew he genuinely wanted to know and wasn’t just asking to be polite.

You gathered up your things as you readied for Joel’s arrival. You picked up Tommy’s coat to put over the more fitted one Maria had found for you. Her balmy insistence at Tommy’s behest that you keep his jacket permanently still made you smile. You were looking over the jacket with fondness when a newer acquaintance appeared at your side.

“Hello, hello, and hello again,” Nathan purled. His toothy grin went right along with his loose, overly familiar communication style.

“Hi, Nathan,” you greeted in a short snip.

“It’s Nate, babe. C’mon, what’s it gonna take for you to call me Nate instead of being so formal?” he teased.

Nathan had been seeking you out more frequently with an exponential, energized interest each time. He was just an overenthusiastic nuisance at first, but his cocky youth had made him more brazen than usual this past week. It was never aggressive or hostile, but you didn’t enjoy the interactions. There was a clear shift in him around a week ago, and it was either an inability to recognize or a refusal to acknowledge on his part that his behavior was veering from plucky into pushy.

“Fine. Nate,” you quip.

“Atta girl,” he hooted. “Now how about you let me take you to the Tipsy Bison sometime? Get to know each other a little better, huh?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and your stomach started to tighten.

“No th-thank you,” you decline, cursing your stammer for ruining the firm delivery.

“Acting all shy, huh? You don’t have to keep playing so hard to get, sugar. It was sexy at first, sure, but I think we’re past that by now, don’t you?” His arrogant toying of the words dripped from his tongue like a rotten pour of molasses.

Your fingers tightened around Tommy’s jacket in your hands as you felt yourself freeze up at Nathan’s advances. A molten heat spread across your chest and cheeks, and you worked to get your tongue functional again so you could tell Nathan to leave you alone.

Breathe breathe breathe breathe breathe.

Some of your fingers started to cramp and twitch with how tightly you were gripping the jacket. Nathan’s eyes swept lazily across your face in a way that had you wanting to bolt.

It’s okay there’s people around–you’re okay–just breathe breathe breathe–Joel will be here soon—

Nathan’s tongue drew across his bottom lip with a languid pass, and you felt like you might throw up.

It’s okay you’re okay it’s okay– Jason is at that table nearby–you’re okay— nothing’s going to happen– it’s okay

“Damn, you’re pretty when you blush,” he muttered, tilting his head in admiration and skimming his knuckles across your cheek. You made a noise of horror and rejection that you’d intended to come out as a “DON’T TOUCH ME,” but it got stuck in your throat.

“Leave her be, Campbell,” Jason cautioned from across the room.

“What? Can’t a gentlemen help a lady into her coat?” Nathan sneered at him. Without asking, he yanked Tommy’s coat from you and straightened it out with a jerk as if to assist you into it. You flinched at the abrupt motion after being frozen from his unwanted contact to your face.

Your breathing was picking up to an audible push and pull from your lungs. You were struggling to concentrate on breathing evenly with Nathan so close to you and being so insolent. You felt yourself become wholly petrified of what he was going to do next and if there was going to be anything you could do to stop him. “I-I don’t. No. No,” you stutter.

“You don’t know? You don’t know what?” Nathan questioned, again either willfully or ignorantly overlooking your meaning and visible distress.

“Campbell, goddammit,” Jason snapped, sounding a little closer than before.

You shrunk away from Nathan who had started to approach you with the jacket opened. You couldn’t discern if his enthusiasm was in bad faith or not. Your lip was trembling by the time you turned your face away from him and dropped your eyes to the ground. His steps were closing the gap between you quickly even though you had taken several steps backward, and your last ditch effort to make him stop was to put your hands up in a plea for him to stop.

Before Jason could round the table and intervene, Joel’s foot slammed into the back of Nathan’s knee and buckled him to the ground in a brutal drop. You jumped back at the unceremonious appearance but felt relief erupt in your gut.

“What the FUCK, man?!” Nathan bellowed. He grabbed at his leg in a crumpled heap, but Joel callously stepped over him and snatched Tommy’s jacket back. He lobbed it onto a nearby chair before meeting your eyes. He was zeroed onto you and rushed to cradle your face in his hands.

“This asshole hurt you?” Joel demanded with a stormy look. His eyes darted over you as though he was assessing the possibility himself before you could confirm or deny. You shook your head side to side in quick snaps, feeling jumpy with the rush of adrenaline coursing through you.

When Nathan made the novice mistake of trying to get up from the floor, Joel was quick to hand out a souvenir for your brash admirer’s serious lapse in judgment. Joel dropped his hands from your face and connected the sole of his boot squarely into Nathan’s chest with a hard drive, sending the recipient hurtling across the room. The panicked expression on Nathan’s face and his fruitless gasps for air indicated Joel had knocked the wind out of him.

“Turn around for a minute, honey, and close your ears, okay?” Joel requested softly. He cupped his hand around your shoulder and gave a small squeeze before sliding some of your more wily strands of hair behind your ear. It was a stark contrast to the crippling display of violence he had just exerted, but it was consistent with the rest of this whirlwind of a shitshow.

You yielded to Joel’s request and pivoted away from the scene with your fingers plugged into your ears. Your breaths were coming more steady now, and Joel’s reassuring rub between your shoulder blades brought you back to sanity.

You waited quietly, focusing on the comforting heat from Joel’s hands on your body. It wasn’t more than 20 seconds when a chair slamming into the one just off to your side pulled you out of your dutiful obliviousness. You could hear Joel’s menacing growl before you even turned back around.

“–outta your fuckin’ mind. You’ll be shitting out teeth for the next week when I knock ‘em down your fuckin’ throat if ever you try that shit again.”

“Okay, man! Jesus, okay! I’m s-sorry, man! I didn’t know she was your girl!” Nathan’s puny groveling almost made you feel guilty. Almost.

He sounded terrified, and for good reason. Joel outsized him by leaps and bounds, and the anger fueling his dealings was nothing but bad news for Nathan. You tucked your head down at an angle as you turned to see the altercation.

Nathan’s upper half hovered over the floor, swaying only with the movement of Joel’s hand where it was firmly locked onto Nathan’s collar. Joel’s free hand was balled into a fist and ready to dole out as many souvenirs as Nathan needed to remember and comply with the expectations regarding his interactions with you. He coughed, still trying to catch his breath. His left eye was starting to swell, and the skin around it was reddening with damage. A few drips of blood were slithering down his chin, and upon second glance you could see his entire mouth was awash in blood.

“Alright, Joel, that’s enough. You’ve made your point,” Jason interrupted.

“Not done yet,” Joel bit out.

With that he turned towards you, something of a sheepish smirk on his face when he saw you were no longer in your bubble, and dragged Nathan across the floor before dropping him at your feet.

“Apologize,” Joel snapped down at him.

Jason was muttering something to himself behind Joel’s back and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. Joel clearly wasn’t going to let this go until Nathan satisfied all the stipulations of his clemency.

Everyone had huddled to get a closer look, and not a single soul attempted to mediate the situation, other than Jason’s half-hearted attempt just now. It was then you realized this entire room full of people didn’t want to risk running afoul of Joel. There would be no hesitation on his part in allocating “souvenirs”for anyone interested in testing his patience when it came to your safety and comfort.

“Make it good, dumbass,” Joel growled, ramming the tip of his boot into Nathan’s thigh. Nathan yelled out again in pain and clutched the spot as he swiveled to look at you. You flinched again at Joel’s physical violence against Nathan and tried to stop shaking as you stared at all the blood.

“Fuck okay! Jesus christ, I am!” he relented. “Look, I’m sorry. I’m really fucking sorry! I swear to god, I didn’t know that you and Joel were–”

Joel slapped the back of Nathan’s head impatiently. His tone was equal parts indignant and caustic when he spoke. “She’s entitled to some civility regardless of any attachment, you fuckwit. Goddamn, who the fuck agreed to let you stay in Jackson? You are about as useful to have around as a screen door on a submarine.”

You couldn’t help but sputter a laugh at Joel’s creative barb. You were so keyed up that the moment of levity was a welcomed reprieve, although fleeting. The muffled snickering around the room let you know you weren’t the only one amused by Joel and appreciative for the blip of eased tension.

Joel caught your eye and shot you a questioning smile when you laughed. “You okay now, hon?” It was verbal whiplash, going between the hostile berating directed at Nathan and tender soothing words for you. You nodded and looked down at pitiful Nathan, who launched into an edited solicitation for your pardon.

“I’m– yes, of course. You deserve it. You deserve civility. You don’t have to be his girl for me to be polite. I understand. I get it, I swear. I swear to god I’m never gonna talk to her again. I swear I’m–” he rattled off, directing his pleading back to Joel to assess if it was adequate.

“What about my jacket?” you interrupt.

“Huh?!” Nathan gasped. His eyes snapped back to yours.

“You didn’t e-even ask. Didn’t even ask-ask about it. You just, you just took it from me without asking,” you challenged right back. “You-You can’t do that. To people. It’s not– It isn’t right. You c-can’t treat m-me like th-that.”

You were nervous to be this confrontational, but Tommy’s jacket meant a lot to you. As baffling as it might have been to anyone else, Nathan taking Tommy’s jacket from you without your permission was probably the most upsetting thing he had done to you today.

“I’m sorry! I’M SORRY! Please, I’m sorry!” he begged, watching Joel from the corner of his eye in anticipation of correction for this new grievance.

“Okay. Th-Thank you,” you said. You looked up to Joel and cupped his elbow to get his full attention. “Help him up, Joel, okay?” Joel’s face softened, but you could tell he felt Nathan didn’t deserve to get off so easy.

Joel snatched Nathan up with both hands on his collar now and brought him nose to nose. Even if it was done with the intent to protect you, the verbal altercation and physical violence made your stomach turn.

“If I see you actin’ like a creep with any women around town, we will pick up right where we left off, you understand me?” he snarled.

Nathan garbled nonsense and nodded emphatically. Joel released his hold, much to Nathan’s relief, and offered one parting remark. “Now go tell Tommy he has to call up the standby to cover your patrol shift because you’re a fuckin’ dipshit.”

Nathan didn’t need to hear his assignment twice and bolted from the room.

“Point made, Joel,” Jason sighed. “You okay?” he turned to you and asked.

“Yeah, I’m-I’m good,” you reply.

“Alright, good. Now get your attack dog outta here before he gets put on leave for interpersonal workplace violence,” Jason grumbled.

You scooped up your jacket and extended your hand to Joel, wiggling your fingers in an encouraging gesture for him to meet your grasp. His remorseless expression only strengthened as he reached out and took it. Once you made it outside and started your walk home, Joel appeared regretful for at least some of his actions.

“I, uh, I know I shoulda corrected him when he said we were together, but I was so pissed off I wasn’t really thinkin’ straight,” he admitted.

“It’s okay, Joel. Really,” you assure him. You rubbed your thumb along his hand in a soothing motion.

“No, it’s just that… I don’t want you gettin’ the idea that you’re only safe so long as you, I dunno how to put it. So long as you’re attached to somebody, I guess,” he explained.

This was the first time you had ever seen Joel unsure of himself.

“I really did try to hold back. Wanted to bash his damn head into the wall. Seein’ how afraid he made you,” he muttered. “Just, not exactly too proud of myself for actin’ like that in front of you. I know it bothers you, that kinda stuff.”

“It does…” you admit, “–but, I’m not upset you stepped in.”

“You sure?” he pressed.

“Yes. Very,” you reply.

Joel let out a deep sigh of relief and gave your hand a small squeeze. You looked up at him, but his eyes stayed focused on the walk ahead. “Just wanna be sure. You’ve dealt with enough shit. Don’t need me addin’ to it,” he said.

For the second time today, Joel garnered a surprised, sputtering laugh from you. He glanced down, curious at your reaction.

“Adding to it? Like, adding to my troubles?” you balk. “You serious?”

Joel shrugged your comment off. He didn’t find it as implausible as you did. You came to a halt and waited for him to look at you before speaking.

“If I could do that for you? What you did back there? I would,” you assert with as much conviction as you could muster. “Not that you need it. But, if you did. If you needed somebody to try and, and stick up for you? I would. I would try my best.”

The line of Joel’s mouth curved ever so slightly when you squeezed his hand for emphasis. “I know you would. I know you would,” he trailed off as the two of you started walking again.

“Know you’d give ‘em hell for me, honey,” he finished.

You hugged yourself around Joel’s arm, gripping his hand all the tighter, as you walked the rest of the way home in your usual comfortable silence. The clarity it afforded your mind only produced a single thought: Know you’d give ‘em hell for me, honey … for Joel, you would.

Closing in on your second month in Jackson was the perfect time to host a celebration dinner. According to Susan, at least. “What better way to show Tommy and Maria all your progress?” she posed to you two weeks ago. In that time, she had worked you through her own little charm school curriculum and proclaimed you “ready to be co-host” to a nice meal.

It was your idea to invite Joel and Ellie, a suggestion that Susan readily gave her stamp of approval, and before you knew it you were fidgeting with the hem of your shirt in anxious wait for your guests to arrive.

You heard Joel’s leaden gait as he and Ellie walked up the front stairs, and you swung the door open before he could knock. “Wow. Host so good you don’t even hafta knock to be let in,” Joel teased.

“Hi. Welcome. Please come in,” you parrot from the dialogue you had practiced with Susan.

“You sound weird,” Ellie heckled. She scrunched her nose in amusement at your stiff imitation of the mistress of ceremonies.

“Ugh. I know,” you mumble. “Just tell Susan I sounded good, okay?”

Ellie cackled but joined forces with your hostess farce without any begging necessary from you. Joel wore his usual amused grin for the evening. “Not sure you’re ready for this, but I have a feeling Susan’s got enough experience under her belt to keep up,” he said as he handed you a glass bottle of dark brown liquid.

“Thank you for this gift. How kind.” Your wooden delivery wasn’t selling any of the warmth it was supposed to. Ellie started off down the hall, inspecting whatever doorways were open along the way, leaving you beside Joel.

“Please don’t tell me you’re gonna keep that up the whole night,” he groaned. You glared at him with put-on exacerbation as you shut the door.

“Shutup, Joel. Susan has been putting me through the, through the hanger or whatever, for the past two weeks,” you huff.

“Through the wringer,” Joel corrected with a barely contained smirk.

“Whatever. I really want to do a good job, okay?” you admit with a skittish bounce onto the balls of your feet.

“Alright, alright. We’ll play nice,” he chuckled. “And, since you’re such a gracious host ‘n all and asked what gift was delightfully bestowed upon you, that’s some of Seth’s older batch of whiskey. Good shit.”

Your cheeks warmed a bit at Joel’s apparent familiarity with hosting etiquette. You accepted his gentle attempt to steer you the right way. “Oh. Yes. Well. Thank you. I’m-I’m sure this will go with– pair well with the … with the, um–shit, I can’t remember what’s for dessert.”

Joel covered his howl of laughter with a strained cough, and you couldn’t help but giggle along with him as you scolded him. “Shutupppppp,” you groan.

“Why yes, I would love to be shown to the kitchen to greet the other guests that may have arrived and or to say hello to the other host for this evening,” Joel chortled.

You sighed and rubbed your forehead against the palm of your hand. This was going to be a complete disaster, and you can’t believe it was falling apart already after you’d put so much work into it.

“C’mon,” Joel encouraged with a quick arm around your shoulder and a gentle shake. You leaned your head against his middle before pushing off and heading down the hallway together.

Joel did his usual work of charming the pants off Susan on your behalf. You were lost on the reference he made to some television episode where the main character Lucy and her friend went to a charm school and failed miserably. Joel and Susan joked how you were leagues above Lucy and Ethel’s attempts, which didn’t make a whole lot of sense to you, but you took it as a compliment all the same.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never seen I Love Lucy,” Joel chastised.

“I’ve heard of it?” you offer.

When Joel scoffed, you swiftly reminded him that it was before his time, too, if you were remembering correctly. Ellie as always chipped in with her helpful takes and said that if it was “just the grey TV before they got colors” then it was “definitely Joel’s time.” Joel grumbled something under his breath about “pain in my ass” and “talkin’ outta the side of her mouth” at Ellie’s remarks, and you and Susan could only giggle at their banter.

“How old were you when the outbreak happened, anyway?” Ellie wondered.

You were shocked it had taken her this long to ask you such a basic question that you had prepared yourself a little bit for it. “Eight.”

Joel choked on the single finger whiskey he had poured himself. You’d only ever told him you’d been a kid on outbreak day but never got into the exact details other than escaping to safety with your parents.

“Poor Bug. Just like my daughter, not even out of elementary school,” Susan murmured softly. You shot her a sympathetic look and squeezed her arm in consolation. “But at least I’ve got you now, Bug,” she added with a squeeze back to you.

Tommy and Maria arrived a little late, and Maria owned the blame entirely. “Baby Miller makes it summertime year round,” she quipped as she freed herself of her jacket when they arrived. Apparently she’d run her head under cold water for 10 minutes straight before she felt cool enough, and then had to change clothes so she wasn’t left in damp, sweaty fabric.

Susan sat at the head of the table, and you were opposite as the cohost. Maria sat next to Susan as the “guest of honor” with Tommy to her right and your left. Joel sat across from his brother and Ellie across from Maria.

“What a quaint gathering,” you comment stiffly, hoping you remembered the line correctly. Joel choked on his water but straightened up when you shot him a look.

“Oh. Yes. Wow. Yes, quaint. Susan, you’ve been making an impression on her, I see,” Maria chuckled with a wide-eyed grin.

“Bug has done so well. I’m so proud of her. And Joel can tell you all about how she’s doing, too. Can’t you, Joel?” Susan prompted.

You couldn’t help the nervous face that met Joel’s gaze, but you really weren’t sure if he would give you a rave review. Not that it mattered. But still, it would feel nice to know he thought you were meeting some sort of unspoken expectations.

“Best company in Jackson, in my opinion,” he said softly, never tearing his eyes from you. Your watery smile made him grin in return, and you only looked away when Tommy cleared his throat.

“Proud’a you, sweetheart. Come from a hard place, no doubt about that. Made lotsa strides since you got here, and we can all see that,” Tommy said.

You really had to hold yourself back from getting emotional now. Tommy seemed to detect your precarious emotional state and rubbed your hand for encouragement. You gave him a double scrunch of your fingers against his hand in return, and he offered up his crinkly smile you loved so much.

“Really. It’s so great to see you out and about. And helping out with patrols, too,” Maria added.

Tommy shot Joel a devilish look when Maria brought up your patrol job. “Yeah, heard a lotta people talkin’ just the other day about your help up there. Makin’ quite the impression.”

Joel didn’t look up from his plate and opted to just roll his eyes at Tommy’s nettling. Oblivious to what Tommy was actually referencing, Susan clapped her hands together with an enthusiastic expression. “Bug, how wonderful!”

“Probably just being nice,” you mumble before staring off and taking a few sips of your water.

“No no, believe me, there was enough hullabaloo about’cha that I can guarantee you’ve carved out a little piece of Jackson for yourself that people aren’t soon’ta forget,” Tommy chuckled, never tearing his eyes away from his increasingly irritated brother.

You chewed on your lip thinking about Joel’s run-in with Nathan. You wondered how many people knew about it now and what they thought of you and the role you played in it. You felt Joel’s foot make swift contact with Tommy’s shin underneath the table, who sat up straighter immediately and glanced your way. Apparently Joel had taken note of your dour mood and wasn’t keen on the effect Tommy’s words seemed to be having on you.

“Ah, really, though.” Tommy cleared his throat and flushed a little. “Might not feel like you’re doin’ a whole lot up there, but it does make a difference. Things been smoother since you started,” he said in earnest.

You thanked Tommy for the compliment but adjusted yourself in your seat awkwardly. All the built up nervous energy inside you was demanding to be channeled somewhere. Susan gave you an encouraging wink, mistaking your fidgeting as feeling bashful at all the good things everyone had to say about you.

“Can I get a thing, no– Can I get anyone anything?” you fumble, trying to shift back into co-host mode.

“I’d actually take some ice water if you don’t mind,” Maria said. She had peeled off her long-sleeved shirt and was down to the tanktop she’d worn underneath it. “Just another round of my own personal summertime.”

“Oh, of course. Let me just– I’ll be right back,” you announce, standing and heading to the kitchen. You were just glad the first real request of the night was so manageable. You emerged with a pitcher of ice water and a new glass for Maria that had extra ice in it.

You felt bad that she had been dealing with these unpleasant bouts of heat for at least several weeks. At least as far back as when you’d overheard her and Tommy’s conversation through their kitchen window after you’d arrived. You sympathized with her recurrent discomfort and made a mental note to ask Susan later if that sort of thing would go away once she had the baby.

“Ugh, perfect. Thank you,” Maria said when you made your way back to the table.

“No problem.” You picked up her new glass and began filling it with ice cold water. The freezing bite against your fingers helped to steady your hand as you worked. You were trying your best to not overthink this and get nervous, but you really wanted to do a good job for Susan.

“So what, you just get like internal lava from the baby or something?” Ellie wondered.

Maria and Susan both laughed at the description but didn’t deny its accuracy. “Something like that,” Maria agreed.

“Ugh gross. That sucks. At least this winter keeps dragging on, I guess. Somebody said the other day at school that it’s normally a little warmer by now. But that’s good for you, right? Even some snow still coming every now and then?” Ellie reasoned.

You felt a sprout of confidence blooming in your chest, and you took up on it immediately before it went away.

“Yeah, but that just means Maria has to talk Tommy out of filling the bathtub with snow to help her cool off. Can’t just hang out of your kitchen window every time.” You laugh a little at your tongue-in-cheek contribution as you go between Maria and Tommy to fill his glass with water next.

You feel them both still on either side of you, and you glance at Tommy in search of a reason. He had a confused, sad look that you couldn’t understand until you realized what you’d said. You sat the water pitcher on the table without filling Tommy’s glass and reflexively crossed your arms over your lower belly in subconscious effort to self-soothe.

“How do you know about that?” Maria asked behind you.

You took a big step back and removed yourself from between their chairs. “I-I …” you stammer. “Shit.”

“How much did you hear?” she quickly followed up. She knew. It was all over her face. Tommy’s, too. They knew you had eavesdropped on their conversation. Their private conversation about you and how bad off you were. Something you were never meant to hear and had no right listening in on.

“Something wrong?” Susan asked with a confused frown.

“Yeah, what the hell? Why’d everybody get so weird all the sudden?” Ellie chipped in, helpful as ever.

You opened your mouth a few times, but your tongue felt heavy and unwieldy. You didn’t know what to say, so instead you turned on your heel and abruptly exited the room, climbing the stairs two at a time until you made it to your room and locked the door.

“You fucking idiot,” you snap at yourself with a soft headbutt against the back of your door as you leaned into it. You bury your face in your hands and fall into your mattress. It was bad enough that your instigation of Joel and Nathan’s fight had been a topic of vague discussion over dinner, and now you had just outed yourself as an eavesdropper and a liar.

You could only imagine the conversation downstairs with Tommy and Maria letting everyone else know you had apparently spied on them and made yourself privy to their private conversations. Everyone would discover you couldn’t be trusted. Your mind was hurtling towards that ever present and endless expanse of panic that was apparently going to be rooted in you forever.

You shuffled around your room in search of a rubber band and quickly dragged the first one you found over your wrist. You pulled the band taut and released it with a stinging snap against the softest part of your wrist. The faded scars from so many hours in restraints left little pale patches as the surrounding skin welted up around them with the repeated, calming snaps of the rubber band.

A hiss of satisfaction hummed from your throat at the grounding sensation it gave you. A soft knock on your door tore you from your self-soothing. “Uh, just a minute. I’m– I don’t think I’m coming back down Susan, I’m sorry,” you call out.

“Not Susan, but I’ll give you another guess,” Joel’s muffled voice came from the other side of the door.

You sighed and walked across your room but only stared at the doorknob after a few steps.

“Gimme two minutes, and I’ll leave you alone after that,” he bargained.

It was laughable that he’d think you didn’t want to see him. You wanted nothing more than for him to be right beside you. You were afraid of the possibility that he was going to look at you differently now after learning that you were a liar and a sneak.

You reluctantly opened the door for him. You close and lock it after he stepped inside your bedroom. You kept your eyes downcast and settled back into your bed, curling up into yourself on your side without a word. You couldn’t take a look of disappointment or rejection from him right now. It would absolutely gut you.

Joel approached slowly before asking your permission to sit on the bed next to you. You gave a short sound of approval and felt the mattress beneath you sink down with Joel’s weight. You stared at the wall in front of you, hyper aware of Joel’s measured, calm breaths behind you.

“Your mirror’s covered,” he noted.

You let out a resigned sigh. Of course he’d notice. Susan had taken the coverings off all the mirrors downstairs in preparation for tonight’s dinner, but you hadn’t considered any of the upstairs ones.

“Yeah. Too bright. In the mornings. Lots of light,” you lie.

“You’re gonna have to pick between not lookin’ at me and not tellin’ me the truth, ‘cause I’m not gonna put up with both,” Joel said with firm candor.

You stirred at his provocation and rolled over. Joel sat facing forward, still taking in your decorative alterations. When he looked down at you, you instantly covered your face with your arms. It was too much.

“Quit it,” he urged gently, brushing his fingers across your lower arm. You dropped your safeguard and willed yourself to maintain eye contact.

“Are they going to kick me out?” you sniffle.

“You seriously think that?” Joel shot back. “You think even if that was the case me’n Ellie would just stand by? Or Susan?” Your lack of understanding at the extent of how much people cared for you had clearly struck a chord.

“No,” you mutter. You clear the lump in your throat with a few swallows.

“Exactly. So you can stay up here and take yourself outta the equation of your own life, or you can come back down with me and have a little liquid courage and enjoy the rest of this dinner,” he said.

When you didn’t answer after a few moments, Joel doubled down. “So what’s it gonna be? You gonna hole yourself up here? Or are you gonna pull yourself together and come back downstairs with me?”

He wasn’t being unkind, you knew that. It was the truth of your options, and he wasn’t going to let you skirt the issue by forming your own bastardized version of events where everyone hated you and you weren’t capable of doing hard things.

“I guess… I guess staying up here won’t do much. For showing how I’m doing better since I got to Jackson,” you reason. “And I’ll probably just drive myself crazy up here, alone with my th-thoughts.”

“Your call, honey,” Joel reminded you. He meant it. You knew if you really decided to just have a pity party for yourself upstairs, he wouldn’t stop you, and he wouldn’t chastise you over it either.

You sat up and poked Joel’s thigh, prompting him to stand. When you swung your legs over the edge of the bed, you looked up to see Joel’s extended hand waiting for you. He smirked and wiggled his fingers, mimicking the gesture you gave him after his altercation with Nathan. You huffed a small laugh and knocked his hand away in feigned annoyance before quickly grabbing it back up.

“Oh, one more thing.”

You shot him a curious look. “What?”

“This?” he said, gingerly wrapping his hand around your wrist where you’d snapped the rubber band. “You’re not doin’ this anymore.”

Your cheeks burned. You’d already forgotten about it, too distracted to think about hiding it. “Joel, it’s not– I just do it to help me–”

“No.” He cut you off without hesitation. “You aren’t gonna do it anymore. You’re gonna find somethin’ else to help calm you down. You come to me in the meantime while we’re figurin’ out what you can do to replace that. Don’t care if it’s the middle of the night. You come see me. Is that understood?”

You gulped at the frankly enthralling way Joel commanded you to not mistreat your body, even if you only did it because it brought momentary calm. He raised his eyebrow in a persuasive, demanding motion, waiting for your acknowledgement.

“Okay,” you promise. You hug his arm for a moment and don’t pull away when he sweeps his knuckles down your back in a single, delicate pass.

“Let’s get goin’,” he says, and you think just maybe there was a hint of reluctance in his voice at the mention of ending the moment and going back downstairs with other people instead of staying up here alone.

You made it to the bottom of the stairs and were sad to let go of your hold of his warm, comforting hand, but you really didn’t want to reemerge with such a pointed, suggestive display before you could even smooth things over from your last faux pas.

“Ready?” Joel murmured lowly so everyone in the next room over couldn’t hear.

“Yeah, I’m ready,” you whisper back.

And you were. You could do hard things. You could handle the awkward social situation you had created. No one was going to send you away. You weren’t going to have to fend for yourself. No one blamed you for Joel’s choices in dealing with Nathan. You weren’t somebody that stirred up trouble. You were just learning how to be yourself again, and it had been a long time since you were yourself.

The "WHAT TTTOOOWWWNNNNN?!" side of Joel makes my pussy bottom out, sorry not sorry. If only it wouldn't be too upsetting for Feral Woman® to witness Joel get more violent, we might have seen Nathan get all of the ass whooping he deserved. Oh well. We'll just have to settle for what we can get, I suppose.

Also, I just know Susan would give Joel a run for his money if anyone actually tried to kick Feral Woman® out of Jackson. Some true mama bear shit 100%.

As always, ty ty ty for reading and for commenting/sharing/reblogging my work!

Catch ya later, ♥Puddles♥

#fic: feral woman #fw #joel miller #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #tlou fic #tlou fanfiction #the last of us

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summercourtship · 22 days

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Hi Kyra! this post will just be me commenting my favorite moments from this chapter ( it’s so funny bcs this IS my favorite chapter so far… to be fair, every chapter that you post becomes my new favorite chapter….) so don’t be surprised of how LONG this will be…

I ABSOLUTELY ADORED THE FIRST SCENE!!!! how could you think of not putting it in??? it’s SO GOOD!!!! i loved edward getting conflicted about telling his fantasies to the mc, only to say it anyway bcs she basically said: “pretty please with a cherry on top 🥺🥺🥺” and after it he even strokes her hair??!!?! what a man….

I want to congratulate you on the build up and immersion that you created when Jonathan was guiding us to the basement! Holy fuck! that was INSANE!!!! i was genuinely scared while reading it, like i knew that he wasn’t going to actually hurt us BUT STILL!!!! and him (angrily) taking his glasses off when talking about Bruce (like i have this gut feeling that he still holds a resentment to him for dancing with us) was TOP TIER!!! and jesus fucking christ i don’t even need to say the smut part of it all so fucking good… the small gestures of yearning that he did (that could -it is- be him manipulating us BUT WHO GIVES A FUCK?) the “have you missed this?” YEAH I DID!!! and i KNOW he did too!! you can’t fool me!!! everything about was just perfect… goes to show that Jonathan Crane is intoxicating…. that jerk…

Bruce Wayne is the people’s princess, he IS the ultimate damsel in distress, EVERYONE IS OUT TO GET THAT MAN!!! but seriously, the scene where the reader is deciding that she is going to betray Bruce and he just smiles at her and she realizes that SHE CAN’T HURT HIM!!!!! IT MELTED MY HEART ❤️ him being worried and still being there for her…. BRUCE NATION WE WON SO HARD WITH THE PECK IN THE ROOFTOP AND WE ARE GOING TO A PARTY WITH MISTER WAYNEEEEEE!!!!!! WHAAAAAT??!!! him asking was so funny and cute too!!!! i absolutely LOVE their dynamic!!!

Thank you so much kyra!!! thanks for sharing your amazing story! i know how personal they are! i don’t think you get thanked enough!!! i love your art, i love the passion you have for it… so yeah thanks!!!

ahh! thank you so much! I love getting these asks, I love hearing everyone's thoughts and analysis of what I've written it really makes my work feel appreciated!

I was very nervous that the first smut scene would feel unnecessary or OOC but decided that it didn't matter! I also don't really think there's going to be anymore Edward smut (in this fic, at least) so I wanted to treat you all to some more since a lot more people liked their dynamic than I thought would when I was planning the fic! He's sweet now but he is also... volatile.

Thank you! I was so excited to write the basement scene with Jonathan and I'm glad you all are enjoying it! Jonathan definitely doesn't like Bruce, the extent of which will be revealed slowly. I also loved writing the contrast between Jonathan's downright tender moments and the gross filthy stuff. Both of which are, indeed, ways he's trying to regain his control over the reader.

Bruce and the reader's relationship is FINALLY moving somewhere lmao. I know y'all have been SOOO patient. It is so funny to me, though, that the reader is like to Batman "please please protect Bruce!! he's a lil baby, he can't protect himself!" because girl.... that IS BRUCE. he'll be fine. It also adds another layer to their conversation that is, to me, delicious. I really enjoy dramatic irony, can you tell?

#ask #anon #stbotdi

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killerlookz · 2 years

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I just asked for 2 w eddie munson and just realized i didn't specify which one 💀💀 it's for fluff I'm so sorry 😭

a/n: hehe! no problem anon, thank you for clarifying!

PROMPT LIST: Fluff #2: "You're jealous aren't you?" "I'm not jealous."

Only You | Eddie Munson x gn! reader

warnings: none, just some light jealousy! | word count: 0.9k

You lean against Eddie's beat-up van, propping up one of your feet and letting it rest against the hard rubber of one of the wheels. Your arms fold against your chest and you watch your boyfriend from a distance as he walks towards the van. You wait patiently for him to make his way over to you, just like you'd been waiting for him for the last twenty minutes.

"Hi, baby," He greets, once in your vicinity, placing a hand against your cheek and a kiss on your lips. You place a delicate hand on top of the denim that covers Eddie's shoulder and pucker your lips back, returning to the small gesture.

"Hi, Eddie- where were you?" You chirp, trying not to let your annoyance with Eddie's late appearance show, "School ended like, 20 minutes ago- I've been waiting, baby."

"Oh, sweetheart," Eddie sighs, "I'm so sorry- I thought I told you, spontaneous drug deal," he chuckles, holding up his metal lunchbox.

"Oh," You smile, "It's okay- with who?"

"You'll never believe this," Eddie scoffs, "Chrissy fucking Cunningham." Eddie's eyes blow wide in disbelief.

You're not quite sure what it is, but you don't seem to find Eddie dealing to Chrissy as amusing as he does, instead, another feeling seems to settle into your body- one that makes you rather uncomfortable.

"Chrissy Cunningham?" You repeat flatly.

Eddie nods wildly, a bewildered smile still lingering on his face.

"You dealt drugs to Chrissy Cunningham? Queen of Hawkins High School?" You ask again, your voice still deadpan.

"No-actually," Eddie chuckles, "I offered her a half-ounce for like fifteen bucks and she didn't take it."

"Eddie!" You scold, "Fifteen bucks for a half ounce, that's practically robbing you blind!" You fold your arms across your chest once more.

"I know! That's exactly what I said!" Eddie's head lurches forward ever-so-slightly, and his eyes widen, "She said it wasn't enough- asked if I had anything stronger- so I invited her over after Hellfi-"

"Invited her over?" You cut Eddie off abruptly as a sinking feeling pushed itself down in your chest.

"Y-yeah-why?" Eddie asks, his voice suddenly concerned. You narrow your eyebrows at Eddie, ready to make some excuse as to why you'd cut him off but he gets the chance to speak before you, "You're jealous aren't you?" A small smirk finds itself tugging at the corner of Eddie's mouth.

"I'm not jealous." You mumble, turning your head towards the ground.

Two of Eddie's fingers find your chin, and poke at the underside of your face, beckoning you to regain eye contact with him.

"Hey, look at me," Eddie pries, pressing his fingers up a little harder to guide your face upwards. You give into Eddie's urgings, lifting your head with the movement of Eddie's fingers. You try to avoid any and all eye contact, shooting your gaze just past Eddie's shoulder and toward the direction that he came from. "You don't have to lie to m-"

"I'm not jealous!" You respond defensively before Eddie even has a chance to finish his sentence.

"No?" He asks, "Then what's wrong, baby, you seem upset."

The sound of genuine concern in Eddie's voice urges your eyes to train onto his, and he's peering down at you- his big, brown eyes giving you his full and complete attention. You don't answer, instead, you only look at Eddie with defeat, trying to tell him he was right without full-out saying you were jealous of Chrissy Cunningham."

Eddie moves his hand from your chin to your cheek, stroking your face lightly with his thumb,

"You know you have no reason to be jealous of Chrissy, right?" Eddie smiles.

You huff, still unmoved by Eddie's insurance.

"Baby," He chuckles, "I don't even know her- and she has a boyfriend."

"So?" You retort, "Doesn't stop everyone else in Hawkins from drooling over her."

"Well, everyone else isn't dating you." Eddie draws out the ending 'u' sound before peppering lazy kisses across your cheek. The loud smacking of Eddie's lips against your cheek and the obvious feeling of Eddie smiling into each kiss finally makes your mouth twist up to a smile of its own. You feel your tummy erupt with more and more butterflies with each kiss Eddie places against your skin.

"Eddie," You draw out his name, giggling as you throw your head back against the van.

Eddie places a few more kisses to your cheek, these ones slower and longer before picking his head back up to look at you.

"You have no reason to be jealous of Chrissy," Eddie insists, his head looming over you. "I promise you- and if you don't want- I won't bring her to my place later- or you can come with us if that makes you more comfortable, okay, baby?"

"No," You shake your head, "You need the money- I'm not gonna stop the deal- I trust you."

"You sure you don't want to come?" Eddie moves his hand from your cheek to poke at your side, "Doing drugs with the queen of Hawkins High- might be fun."

You playfully swat Eddie's hand away from your side, giggling at the ticklish feeling that his fingertips left against your flesh.

"That does sound like a good time," You scrunch your lips to one side, "I'm in."

"Good," Eddie grins before his face suddenly grows into a look that's much more serious, "You know I love you, right? Only you."

"Yes, Eddie," You feel your skin get hot under his intense stare, "I love you too."

#eddie munson #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #stranger things #joseph quinn

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silentwillowwhisperer · 1 year

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Pretend this has a valid title.

I just noticed that I make Keith cry really often. Huh.

And there's more kissing! What's going on?

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Click.

Keith and Lance stare in horror at their wrists to see them handcuffed together.

They had just been arguing about something stupid, Keith isn't even sure what the topic is, and apparently Pidge has had enough.

"If you two are going to yell at each other, then you can do it like this. Now shut your face-holes."

They stared each other down. Lance sighed and shifted to hold Keith's hand loosely. "Ugh, Fine. I'll try to be decent if you try too."

Lance's grip on Keith's hand brings back old memories.

Lance is standing outside of Keith's door, his hair is tousled like he's been running, and he holds a bouquet of red roses to big it hides his face from view.

Keith can't help the fond smile that comes to his face.

Lance has been asking him out for months, each try more extravagant than the last. Judging from the fairly simple flowers, he seems to have finally realized that Keith prefers small gestures rather than large gifts.

Keith sees blue eyes peek over the top of the blossoms.

"Please Keith. Just one try? You know you want some of this."

Lance gestures to himself, and Keith lets a small chuckle leave his lips. (what? no, of course Keith didn't giggle, he's a very masculine guy, nope, never, be quiet).

Keith can't deny the fact that he's had a crush on Lance for a while. It's hard not to admire someone so sure of himself, someone who carries himself like he rules the world, someone who could befriend anyone. Keith doesn't know why Lance wants him of all people.

"One try is all you get."

It has been about 9 months since Keith agreed to go out with Lance.

"Why do you always push me away? I get that you miss Shiro, but I'm only trying to help!"

"I don't want your help! I can deal with this myself!"

"That's what you say about everything! Have you ever thought that maybe I like helping you? That I want to see you happy instead of constantly alone and heartbroken? Please, Keith." "

Lance. Just drop it."

"No! You need help! The sooner you accept that, the sooner we can work past this."

"Lance! Just-just leave me alone. This isn't something you can fix with charming words and a smile!"

"Is that all you think I am? Nothing but a people pleaser? I thought you knew me better than that, but I guess not. Goodbye Keith. I'm done."

The first time Lance sends a Keith in his direction, it feels like a knife to the heart. Hunk has distanced himself from Keith too.

Keith is all alone again, and just like always, there's no one to blame but himself.

Keith snaps back to the present. He stares at the ground and wills his hot tears to go away.

"Yeah. Sure. It's just for a bit anyway."

It is not just for a bit. When they go to Pidge and show her that they're getting along, she searches all of her drawers and comes up with only a handful of candy wrappers.

"Ummmm... So I have bad news and good news. Bad: I lost the key. But, hey, at least now you can bond a bit more!"

They both groan at the same time, and the whip around to glare at each other. They forget how close they are thanks to the handcuffs, and bonk noses.

All day, they struggle for control over where they go and how the do things. Thankfully, they don't have to feed each other. That would be annoying.

The night cycle starts, and Pidge still can't find the keys. She looks genuinely guilty, and scurries around the castle looking everywhere.

Finally, Hunk has an idea.

"Hey, you know that spinning blade saw we have in the engineering room? It's made to bust through Altean meatal. We try that."

And now Lance and Keith are standing with both of their hands only inches away from a wicked looking blade.

Even with its incredible power, the saw is very slow, and Pidge tells them they have about 5 minutes before the chain breaks.

"So.. today wasn't bad," Keith mutters.

Lance glares at him harshly. "Yeah? Well maybe someone should have handcuffed us together 2 years ago!"

Keith recoils. Lance feels a sliver of guilt for the wounded look in his eyes.

"I- I'm just trying to say that I'm sorry. You were right. You usually are, we both know I can't use my head when it matters."

Lance scoffs. "No dip. If the past couple of years have shown anything, it's that we don't mix well. I mean, we've had a rivalry for a while."

Keith's eyes flash, and all of the sadness leaves them.

"Seriously? There never was a rivalry, Lance! It's all in your head! I went along with it because that's the only way you would let me close to you! Everyone has noticed, it's just you who can't get it into your thick head that I never moved on. Don't you get it? I love you, Lance! I never stopped loving you!"

There's angry tears flowing down Keith's reddened face, and he spits the words out like they are fire. There is a loud snap as the chain breaks, and Keith immediately bolts out.

The rest of the paladins, who have been silent throughout Keith's whole confession stare in shock. Hunk and Shiro are the only ones who have prior knowledge of Keith and Lance's relationship, and Shiro left on the Kerberos mission before he could learn the extent of Keith's feelings.

"That was... intense. Maybe you shou-"

Lance races out of the room before he can hear the end of Hunk's sentence.

Please, please, please.

Lance can't miss this chance, Keith will never open up to him like this again.

He sees the Keith running down like there's a weblum after him. Anyone else would have been left in his dust, but Lance has long gazelle legs and ran track for 5 years.

He tackles Keith to the ground, and they both grunt at the impact.

Lance ends up on top of Keith, and he fights the boy pinning him to the ground until Lance stares at him with pleading, watery eyes.

Lance does what he does best. He rambles.

"I’m sorry, I was stupid, you were stupid, we were both stupid! I’ve always loved you and I’d fight the world for you, defy death and gravity, handcuff myself to you so I never have to let go. I’d kiss you at the altar, I’d trade anything and everything for you, I’d spray paint the side of the garrison with our initials surrounded by a big, disgusting pink heart"

They both laugh at that like it’s an old memory they both share, which, knowing them, it probably is. Lance continues.

"I’d kiss the air out of your lungs, I’d take you anywhere, I’d destroy anyone who dares to harm you. I shouldn't have left you, you're worth so much more than one fight! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I forgive you, so can you please forgive me? Keith, you don't know how much I wan-"

Keith grabs his shirt collar and kisses him hard. Lance lowers himself off of his arms and lays completely on the raven below him.

When they break apart, Keith lets out a disbelieving laugh.

"Guess what? You finally bested me. Your confession was much better than mine."

"Because thou art my truest love!"

"Ew, never do that again."

they don't notice the team until Allura's giggle sounds out from further down the hall. They are watching them with expressions that range from teasing disgust to megashipper freakout.

Allura has been recording the whole thing, and Pidge will most definitely be playing that at their wedding.

#klance #vld #voltron legendary defender #keith kogane #voltron #lance mcclain #lance vld #keith vld #vld keith #tawny post

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tunastime · 2 years

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incredibly late to this but if you're still doing asks,,, ethubs and 20?

listen i am simply insane over them ueueueueueueueue

20. found you / cannot trust you (x) (854 words)

There’s a small area in the basement, just off to the side of the rest of Etho’s temporary home, obscured enough by his hastily constructed bookcase. If you were just popping in to say good night (and Bdubs was planning on that, was) and retire and wait for him to follow, then you wouldn’t notice him. But a shock of white hair in the dark is pretty noticeable. Especially when it should be lit up in there.

Bdubs backtracks, leaning from his hand braced on the bookcase, peering into the dark. He watches Etho’s hands move with a calculated slowness, tracing out shapes and designs, seemingly from the slew of books and subsequent pages torn from books beside him. Bdubs studies the hunch of his shoulders.

“Etho,” he says.

“Bdubs,” Etho replies, voice light. He doesn’t look up or pause the long sweep of charcoal he draws across the page. He starts filling something in, smudging with his fingers. It’s strange to watch him in momentum—Bdubs rarely saw the process. It was always a before or an after with Etho, never a work in progress. Never a plan. It’s like dissecting a mechanism and watching it run.

Bdubs peels from the bookcase to stand in the doorframe.

“When’s the last time you got up from doing all that?”

Finally Etho lifts his head, turns, straightening all at once. He winces a little as he stretches out.

“Hm? Oh,” he says, gesturing Bdubs over to him. “The sketches? I dunno. You wanna see?”

Bdubs knees give a little—Etho’s voice is tired but genuine. He looks back again to see if Bdubs is stepping over (yeah, he is, of course he is), and looks up at him and smiles, soft and much too sweet for Bdubs to handle appropriately. Bdubs' hand settles on his shoulder as he looks over base blueprints, skating up the back of his neck and cradling the back of his head. Etho sighs a little. He leans back to Bdubs’ hand in his hair and Bdubs supposes he’s trying to mask the fact that he enjoys it.

“When’s the last time you got up?” Bdubs asks, petting his hair. His eyes don’t leave the sketches. Damn. They’re good—wood colors he’s never seen, curves he thinks might be impossible. Then redstone, which, he isn’t going to even try to understand Etho’s redstone.

“A bit ago. I made tea,” he reaches to grab it, takes a sip, and makes a face. Cold?

“Did you eat?” Bdubs asks. Etho looks at him out of the corner of his eye, then quickly away.

“Why?”

Bdubs sighs, pulling away from him.

“Because I can’t trust you to eat a full meal when I’m not around!” he complains. “Etho—”

“I’m fine, Bdubs, I swear!” Etho tries, grappling for his hand. He lets him take it without protest, just to feel him clamp onto his wrist and not let go. Bdubs lets their hands lock together and tugs. Etho jostles.

“You are not,” he says. He tugs again. “C’mon.”

“Bdubs,” Etho whines, sounding particularly pathetic today. “Let me finish—”

Bdubs shakes his head.

“You can finish after a sandwich, you’re ridiculous.”

Etho sags like dead weight, forcing Bdubs to pull him hard forward, until he threatens to fall. Only then does he stand, grumbling, blinking hard as he steps into the light behind Bdubs.

“You’re ridiculous,” he says, but he follows Bdubs anyway, up the stairs, through the passage, up the stairs again. The rooms are dark and warm with the lingering ghost of being lived in as they pass. Soon all the rooms will be dark and he will be asleep and hopefully Etho will be next to him (as he often ends up there), but for now he’s pulling him into the kitchen and telling him to sit somewhere. Etho sits on the counter. He knows better not to interfere with the cooking process.

You can’t help me cook, all you know are field recipes.

And all you know are meals that take too long.

Says someone living exclusively on soup and bread, I’m making you dinner.

Bdubs makes him a sandwich. He gets him the fresh loaf made yesterday. He passes him the end of the bread after he cuts the first slice so he can chew on it while he makes the sandwich. He cuts the slices unevenly but Etho doesn’t say anything. He talks about his project instead. He says:

“I have two. I have one here, and then I have one at home. I’m thinking of visiting sometime soon, and I should see if you can come.”

And Bdubs replies:

“With you? To...to the new place you were visiting?”

And Etho nods and says:

“Mhm. I think it would be fun.”

He watches him work, cutting and spreading and assembling. Bdubs gestures to one of the cabinets. Etho turns, opens, takes out a plate, and holds it. Bdubs gives him a ham sandwich. He swipes the counter clean and puts dishes in the sink.

I love you, he says (or doesn’t say, since he knows it doesn’t need saying), I made you a ham sandwich.

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Luster was feeling pretty discouraged after her failed attempt at bonding with Marmalade. For once she felt like she had a family member who understood her, who was on her level, only to find out how self-absorbed she was. In hindsight, she should have known when Marm got her the wrong ice cream on purpose, it was a sign.

It was disappointing, but Luster couldn’t say she wasn’t used to it. She wasn’t much of a group-project filly anyway, she actually learned a lot while working alone. And it looked like Marm was the same way…even more so. Group projects never went well when two ponies were fighting to take charge.

So now Luster kept to herself, opting to spend her time reading and organizing her books in a peaceful but somewhat lonely state of solitude.

“That looks like a good one.”

“Ah!”

Luster nearly jumped out of her skin at the voice, turning to see one of her other cousins, Blackfire Phoenix, also standing at the bookshelf.

“Sorry. I’m not trying to read over your shoulder.”

Blackfire stepped aside a bit, even though she wasn’t close enough to read over Luster’s shoulder to begin with.

“Oh, okay, um…thanks.”

Luster stammered as she tried to gain her composure, though she already appreciated her cousin respecting her space.

“If you’re looking for something I can get out of the way, I’m just organizing.”

“No.”

Her cousin said a bit bluntly, but she was sincere about it.

“Keep organizing if you want. I won’t stop you. Not enough people appreciate the value of tidiness, so be my guest.”

Blackfire smiled a bit at this last part, nodding for Luster to continue what she was doing.

“Well, not enough ponies do either. I’ve even met teachers who can’t keep their desks clean or their lesson plans in order.”

“It’s the worst, isn’t it?”

Blackfire rolled her eyes playfully and they both chuckled together.

“It’s a skill that you develop, it takes a lot of practice. Some don’t want to put in the effort, while some just haven’t been taught how. It’s like Mom always says, self-improvement takes a lot of work but it’s worth the effort.”

“Yeah, that makes sense!”

Luster nodded along, warming up to her cousin but also impressed by her aunt’s wisdom.

“And, well, annoying as it is, I have this one teacher who is actually really smart even if he can’t keep his room clean. He’s really good at making math actually relevant. My Papa…”

Luster almost couldn’t believe she was bringing up either of her parents, and so casually too. She almost stopped herself but ultimately decided to share this memory with her cousin.

“He always told me everypony has their different strengths.”

Blackfire didn’t know her uncle at all, but she could tell that talking about him was hard for Luster. She didn’t want to press her to talk about him more than she wanted to.

“Mmm, he sure had a point.”

She looked over the bookshelf for something to cheer her cousin up.

“What’s yours? I’m seeing a lot of magic books here.”

“Yes!”

Luster lit up a little more, taking some books and starting to flip through them, passing a few to Blackfire so she could focus on one.

“My favorite is light work magic, there’s so much you can do to manipulate light! You can manipulate the colors, the brightness…well, just about anything! It’s actually really fascinating but I don’t want to distract you from something else.

“I have nothing in my schedule. I want to hear more. Go on.”

Luster was practically floored by this, in a good way. It was such a small gesture but it meant a lot to her for somepony else to show genuine interest in her passions. She hadn’t felt this way since…well, in a long time.

And so the two cousins spent the rest of the afternoon talking about their passions, demonstrating the tricks of the trade and discovering new ways to create a space that brought them joy.

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Previous: Weird Science Next: Peach Skin

Luster Dawn's cutie mark by Parcly-Taxel

Bookshelf by DayDreamSyndrom

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Fic author interview tagged by @vampirenaomi

1 How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

728,089

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Fic that annoys me so much I disabled comments (go find it yourself lmao), Marked for Death, Tiger by the Tail, What's coming through is Alive, The Sea is Getting Rough Again

my one piece fics all have way more kudos than my recent stuff basically

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i do sometimes, im usually tired from writing and editing so sometimes ill just say thanks lol

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

i wrote a fic anonymously which is horrendously dark and doesnt have a happy ending but I think most other fics i write at least have a bittersweet or happy ending hdfgb

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

uhhhhhh i dunno man I like the ending of the fic i wrote where goemon threatens to cut one of jigen's exes' dicks off and then they go hang out by the pool. that was fun :)

7. Do you write crossovers?

not really, I've had a few ideas for them but they're hard to write and wouldnt have worked out

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

not... really? i got a really weird backhanded compliment where someone talked at length about a ship i dont like (the fic wasnt about that couple) then said the first chapter was alright apart from being painfully slow (thanks) and then accused me of virtue signalling because of the difficult topics i handled in the fic.

It was really, really strange like I genuinely think they were trying to pay me a compliment but they were incredibly shit at it lol

And then in another fic I turned off comments because a minor started bitching at me about the porn I wrote not being sexy enough and when I told them to go away they harassed me for a little while. That was fun.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yeas. I prefer it when smut is incorporated into the story because I kind of need the emotional stakes to be high enough otherwise I kind of lose interest. Smut without feelings is just kinda boring to me. Of course I have some exceptions but those are rare nowadays.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes, though it's on wattpad apparently so I have no idea if the person doing it credited me because I dont use that site lol.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yeah and I dont recommend it. we only wrote like 2 chapters of it but i no longer speak to the co-author and the whole thing ended up feeling a bit disjointed and weird.

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Uhh I have a couple, zoro/luffy, ace/sanji, jigen/lupin and jigen/goemon

zolu probably wins here because i have not so far written a 200k fic about anyone else lol

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

*gestures weakly at literally everything in my google docs*

I forgot how to write sorry

15. What are your writing strengths?

*tv static noise*

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

i cant speak english

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I don't know whether its bad or just handled badly by a lot of writers but I don't like it. Speaking as someone whos been learning japanese for the past 2+ years I hate it when I come across a word and have to either look it up myself or scroll to the bottom of the fic for any footnotes there are to explain it. Gonna use myself as an example for how I go about this kind of thing:

Fujiko tries to smile at his robotic, overly formal speech patterns, when really it's a little off-putting. She hasn't heard anyone use the word sessha, 'my humble self', for themselves outside of a period drama.

each to their own but i prefer putting in a small aside like this rather than shoving in foreign words and expecting for the reader to go and break the flow of the writing by looking it up for themselves.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

id say pokemon mystery dungeon but the first fic i wrote i instantly deleted after getting one negative comment, i think one piece is more where i cut my teeth

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

i dont really know? ive gotten into a couple of new things recently but they havent triggered my "oh i gotta write something" reaction

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

i dunno man i dont like my work very much right now heres an image if u read all of this

#thanks 4 the tag #long post

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Reichenbach for my Growing Pains - Remus Lupin fic!

Congratulations again on 500 followers, very well deserved ❤️

Thanks, babe for the request

Here is part one of the series and it is so well written and always find myself waiting for the next part. So I love the series but here are some of my favourite parts in it.

SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

PART 1:-

‘I’m not really in the mood for small talk, miss L/N,’ he said without looking at you. This angered you even more. ‘Excuse me? Miss L/N?’ you repeated. You were so surprised at his sudden cold approach to you that there was nothing else you could say. You started to tremble slightly. ‘We’re not doing this,’ he said coldly. When he finally looked at you, he looked even more tired than when you met earlier, his eyes bloodshot.

Oh gosh, this was the moment that got me hooked on the series. The tension, the drama. I'm living for it.

‘I was genuinely happy to see you, Y/N. I stupidly forgot I intended to keep my distance. I felt drawn to you,’ he said softly. The silence felt heavy. So many things were left unsaid. ‘But I have remembered it now and that’s just in time. Good night, Y/N.’ Once more he turned around and this time, he walked away.

Nooo baby..come back. My heart shattered.

PART-2

‘Friends? Not at all. We sometimes sit next to each other at breakfast. And last week, I let him borrow one of my books. Yeah, that’s about the depth of our friendship,’ you said sarcastically. ‘He speaks very highly of you to the other teachers. I’ve never heard him compliment another person ever before, so I assumed you must be friends. But then again, he always had a thing for bright and pretty witches.’ Remus’ flushed cheeks matched your own in the silence that followed.

I giggled. Remus you flirt.

You could feel his warm breath against your hair. He put an arm around your shoulders and pulled your body against his. There was no need to talk. Nothing to say, just being held by him was all you needed in that moment. There was an urge to turn around and kiss him, but you weren’t brave enough. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. You two broke apart as if you were being struck by lightning. ‘Come in,’ you said after quickly wiping your eyes. The door opened and Severus Snape appeared, holding a smoking goblet. He was looking through the curtains of his greasy hair with a look of disgust on his face.

Look I love Severus everyone knows that but DAMN YOU SEVERUS. Why you gotta be like this?

PART 3:-

'Would you mind taking off your shirt? I need to see the wound,' you explained. You looked into his eyes and then let your gaze travel over the rest of his body. He was hurt. Dirty. Covered in mud and half-dried blood and Merlin knows what else but still you were so deeply attracted to him you had a hard time focusing on what you had to do. Remus didn't reply but took his shirt off. He flinched when the fabric touched the wound.

hihihiihihi. I'm blushing. STAHP

‘After you,’ Remus said gallantly and you felt his eyes burn on you when you walked out of the staff room.

this is my favourite chapter man. Loved it.

PART 4:-

‘I want to show you something,’ Remus had said before you followed him, out of the castle and past the lake. When the cold October wind made you shiver, he removed his cloak and put it around your shoulders without a word. You appreciated the kind gesture, but were still angry with him so you didn’t say anything either.

yes babe make him work for it.

'I hate trees,' you mumbled, which was a lie. You were perfectly indifferent about trees, but you weren't going to let Remus off easily. He had been nothing but rude to you and it was time to mirror his behavior.

hahaha this is relatable.

‘Go? I’m sure you don’t have to,’ he answered. He wasn't even trying to hide his disappointment, it was written all over his face

How do you expect me not to melt for this man?

PART 5:-

‘Harry,’ you said, when your eyes landed on a boy with messy hair and bright green eyes who was standing in the door way. ‘I’m Remus, love,’ Remus said with a look of confusion in his eyes. You sat up straight and pulled your arm back.

Ladies and Gentlemen. HIM. This is the man who has us in a chokehold.

PART 6:-

‘Remus Lupin, are you asking me to go on a date with you?’ you asked surprised. ‘No. Or yes. I don't know. Guess it depends on your answer,’ he said quickly, stumbling over his own words. You giggled. Shy Remus was adorable and you wanted to hug him there on the spot, but you resisted the urge.

Alexa play head over heels by tears for fears.

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x fem!reader #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin fanfiction #fic rec #remus fic #ask turvi #turvi's moots #turvi writes #500 followers celebration #500 followers

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my-head-is-an-animal · 10 months

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Problems With The Heart

Greg House x Dr Anna Harding (OFC)

Story Masterlist

Chapter 33 - More Important

House was getting back to the way things had been before with a few improvements. Anna got her new equipment and finally managed to release a little pressure on her staff. Wilson told him it was noticeable and that made him happy.

Chase and Taub were back and things were looking up, House was feeling more settled.

He was in the middle of a differential when Anna walked into his office. Everyone went quiet as she looked around the empty space.

‘Dr Harding.’ House nodded. ‘Can we help you this morning?’

‘Oh my God, you’re Dr Harding?’ Park turned to see her. ‘Pleased to meet you, I’m Dr Park, I’m a huge fan.’

Anna was polite, she gave a tight smile and shook Park’s hand.

‘Park.’ Chase hissed. ‘Sit down.’

House rolled his eyes, but watched as Park slowly sat down.

‘Where’s your stuff?’ Anna asked.

‘I’m getting new furniture.’ House said, hoping she would get to the point quickly.

‘Okay.’ Anna nodded. ‘I actually just needed a consult. Can we…?’ She gestured to the other office.

House nodded and followed her into his own office. ‘This isn’t a consult, is it?’ He said, trying to figure out what he could have done to upset her.

‘No, I… I want to know… what has Wilson told you? About what happened while you were away.’ Anna’s eyes were bloodshot.

‘If you’re losing sleep over this, you should have just asked, I’ll tell you anything you wanna know.’ House tried to make her see he was being genuine. ‘Wilson told me you had a tough time in Vegas, you came back, he helped you get clean, you’ve been having episodes again and…’ House decided against what he was going to say and opted for something safer. ‘Four months is good, you look healthy.’

‘That’s not what you were going to say.’ She knew him far too well.

House took a breath. ‘No, it wasn’t.’ He said, really not wanting to tell her what else Wilson said, luckily he didn’t have to.

‘I did miss you.’ She confessed, once again, making his heart stop. ‘But it wasn’t for the right reasons.’

House took a moment to feel his heart beating steadily again. He nodded, accepting everything that she was saying to him.

‘I got a motorcycle.’ She suddenly blurted out. ‘I know why, I pretend I don’t, but… I know why.’ Anna took a small breath, not quite giving him a second to process her words. ‘Also the nurses have a bet on how long it’ll take us to get back together. Obviously it’s not going to happen, but if you fancied screwing with Chase and making some cash, let me know. Might be fun and god knows I need a bit of that.’

House wasn’t exactly sure of what was happening, but he didn’t want to let her leave on bad terms.

‘Sure.’ He nodded. ‘I’m game.’

‘Great.’ She gave a half smile and went to leave.

House just watched her go and felt his world expand to include the doctors sitting in his other office, watching him. He went back through to continue the differential.

‘How long has she worked here?’ Park was still asking about Anna.

‘Long enough.’ House said, before Chase could get there first.

‘And you dated her, right?’ Everyone in the room felt the tension. ‘Sorry, it’s just I studied some of her techniques in med school, I wanted to ask her about them.’

House took a little pity on Park. ‘I’m sure if you catch her on a good day, she’ll be happy to show you whatever you want.’

‘Is today a good day?’

‘No.’ House let his gaze remain on Anna as she took the elevator back up to her own floor. ‘Today is not a good day at all.’

I called Wilson as soon as I was home. He was nice and calming and told me he’d come over if that’s what I needed, but I just needed a conversation.

‘Do you think you can still do your job with him there?’ He asked. I settled on my sofa while we spoke.

‘I think so.’ I sighed. ‘I just wish I didn’t feel the itch to do something I’ll regret.’

‘You feel like using again?’

‘Yeah.’

Wilson breathed deeply. ‘You know I can’t actually stop you from doing anything, but if you feel you might need someone to make sure, I can come over, it’s no problem at all.’

I thought about it. ‘No.’ I said. ‘I need to be able to do this on my own. I can’t just phone you and ask you to hold my hand every time I feel like getting high. I can do this.’

‘I know you can.’ I could hear his smile. ‘You’re better than House at resisting temptation, but there’s never any harm in asking for help. So, you do what you need to do, but know that I’m here if you need me.’

‘Thank you.’ I knew I could count on Wilson for anything.

‘Any time. Now, tell me, did you feel like punching him in the face?’

I chuckled, enjoying the fact that he was able to take my mind off of my anxiety for a while. ‘No, but his new fellow, Park, she reminded me a lot of Masters and I could’ve thrown up.’

‘She admires you, just be nice to her and try not to scare her.’

‘I’m not going to scare her.’

‘You can be pretty intimidating when you want to be.’

‘No, I can’t, what are you talking about?’

‘Come on, Anna, I’ve seen you talking to guys twice your size and they’ve backed down before you. You’re intimidating whether you like it or not.’

I half laughed, adjusting my position. ‘Well, whatever you say.’ I said. ‘I’d better go. I’m exhausted.’

‘Call in late if you can’t sleep, Foreman will understand if you feel you can’t make it in on time.’

‘I’ll be fine. Thanks Wilson.’

‘Of course.’

I hung up the phone and thought about how bad I felt. My whole body was on high alert and I was craving stability while I slept. I’d craved it ever since House left me. I knew what I was missing, but I couldn’t ask him to come back into my life like that. Not again.

House couldn’t have anticipated his patient throwing a stool at the glass and he definitely couldn’t have predicted that Anna would walk by at that exact moment. What he could have predicted, was what she about it, the patient was still upset and Anna, with glass in her face, neck and arms, leapt up to help calm him down before security took over.

The wife was apologetic, but Anna was more interested in making sure the patient was stable before Chase took her to the office to stitch her up. House was only told about it when he arrived in the office and he had to listen to Park ask questions about her heroics.

‘Okay, I think it’s time you all went and figured out why he threw a stool at Dr Harding.’ House said.

‘I’m not done yet.’ Chase said, having only just finished bandaging up her arm.

‘I’ll do it, just make sure he doesn’t hurt anyone else.’ House sent his team away and Anna let out a relieved breath.

‘Park is a bit much.’ She said, making him smile a little.

House sat down opposite her and took over in cleaning the cuts on her neck. All the glass had been removed it was just a case of cleaning and bandaging.

‘You okay?’ He asked, unsure what to say.

‘Yeah, it’s not as bad as it looks. I’ll be alright.’ She half smiled. House tried hard not to get caught by her blue eyes.

‘So, how’s the motorcycle?’

Anna put her hand on his and he felt himself stop, memories of her touching him lightly came swimming back to him and made his heart hurt.

‘If you don’t want to do small talk, we don’t have to, but if there’s something else you want to say to me, I’m a big girl, I can handle it.’ Anna’s eyes were clear, she’d slept well the night before and possibly had a good week working.

‘When I was in jail, I thought about you more than anything.’ He admitted. ‘I was stupid to hurt you the way I did and I’m sorry I’ve put you through all this for nothing.’

Anna took a moment before nodding. They spent the next few minutes in silence. House felt a lot of guilt overwhelming him, but Anna seemed to be remarkably calm while he worked.

‘Is there something you’d like to say to me?’ He finally asked, applying a smaller bandage to her jaw. ‘You can yell at me if you want, tell me I’m an ass or trash my office if it’ll help-‘

‘I’m still in love with you.’ She blurted out, inhaling deeply. ‘But I don’t know if this is something I can get back into.’ Anna took another breath. ‘I didn’t want kids until I had those miscarriages, I don’t want kids now, but…’

‘But if you did get pregnant, it might not feel so bad.’ House finished off the sentence for her, nodding. ‘I felt that way too. I only felt that with you.’

‘I don’t know what that means.’

House didn’t quite know how to say it. ‘I’m an ass, I’m a jerk and all the other things people say about me, but I do care about you, you are and have always been more important to me than anyone else. That morning you woke up and there was blood everywhere, I was angry because I was in pain, but I was more angry because I didn’t know how to help you. When I went to rehab, you were the reason I started talking to Dr Nolan and actually tried to fix myself… when I was with Cuddy, I… a few times I was disappointed because I’d open my eyes and it wasn’t you.’ House tried not to provoke things, but Anna always had a way of weakening him. ‘Things were easy with you, they were complicated and frustrating at the best of times, but they were always easy. I always felt like I could do things when you were there.’

Anna just watched him, her eyes were watery and she looked like she was holding on tight to something. ‘Thing is, I think we both know that we’re not going to grow old together, we’re not going to be sitting in our back garden with pensions and a dog watching life go by while we reminisce about the good old days, but you’re right, things are easy with you.’

House nodded, at least she wasn’t yelling or angry.

‘So, what do we do?’ He asked.

Anna shrugged. ‘Whatever we feel like doing?’

He half laughed. ‘Okay.’ He nodded. ‘You wanna get dinner or something?’

‘Sure.’ She smiled and it lifted his heart a little to see her happier than before.

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natasha-in-space · 1 year

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Mysme-fictober Day 6 - Scary Stories

Rika/cmc Chaewon Lee (Reiko)

Uhhh so I'm not sure if this piece actually fits the promt much, cause I got swept away into a completely different direction, but since I was originally writing for it, I'll post it anyway ':D

Mysme-fictober promts belong to @mysme-fictober!

With a heavy sigh, Reiko slowly took a small sip from her china cup, tapping her foot in a somewhat nervous rhythm under the carefully decorated table. The air was fragrant with a fresh smell of grapefruit tea along with an assortment of desserts in all shapes and sizes that were laid out on the neatly packed table.

“Savior, are you sure that holding this party is really a good idea…? It's quite risky to gather all the believers in one hall where practically anything can happen. At least you don't have to be personally involved, right?"

The golden-haired woman sitting across from her merely playfully rolled her eyes at her partner, reaching out across the table to gently tuck a lock of white hair behind her ear. Her touch was as light as a feather, making Reiko involuntary shiver, even from such a fleeting contact.

"Reiko, you don't need to address me so formally when we're behind closed doors, you know that. And nothing will happen. We'll make sure of that." Rika stated, not breaking their eye contact not even for a second. She was confident in her decision, and there was no point in trying to dispute it.

Reiko huffed, crossing her arms across her chest and leaning back into her chair. She was definitely not convinced quite yet. Still, it's not like she could outright forbid her Saviour from doing whatever she wanted to do. While she was much closer to the leader of Mint Eye than most other believers will ever get the chance to experience, that did nothing to change the obvious difference in their statuses. She had to obey Rika, whether she wanted to or not.

Then again, she's just acting paranoid right now, she knew that.

"I just don't get the appeal of this whole 'partying' thing. We can do just fine without it. What if something does happen and we won't be able to act quickly enough? It's hard to monitor the situation in a huge crowd of people." She mumbled, casting her eye to the side and chewing on the inside of her cheek absentmindedly.

Rika pursed her lips, gently cupping the other woman's cheek and caressing it with her thumb to regain her attention.

"You're worried about me, aren't you? I'm flattered. However, trust me when I say that everything will turn out just fine. Even if something does happen, we'll have both you and Ray on standby the whole time. We won't let things get out of control."

Reiko grumbled, albeit leaning into the soft touch and closing her eye for a short fleeting moment. This was a rare gesture coming from her, considering how concerned she was about her surroundings throughout almost every minute of the day. Letting her guard down like that was something she hardly ever did for anyone. "Yeah, that is, if he won't spend the entire time ogling his assistant. Which I am not confident in whatsoever, by the way."

She could hear Rika stifle a brief giggle, which made a wave of ticklish warmth flood her cheeks without any warning beforehand, and she was completely unable to stop this from happening. She hardly ever laughed genuinely at this place, not ever since she became the Savior they all needed. To think that she was the reason for her sincere smile even briefly returning onto her lovely face once more...

It was... nice. Like everything was back to how it was once before. Like she was... happy. However, that selfish thought was merely a fleeting mirage, one that Reiko quickly brushed away without even thinking twice about it. She couldn't allow herself to think like Chaewon once did. At least, not inside the tall walls of Magenta... She was Reiko now, and she needed to act accordingly.

A gentle honey-like voice reached her ears through the fog of her grim thoughts, making her involuntary tune in with all of her senses. Rika always did have this effect on her... Some things just never change.

"Oh come now, my dear Reiko. As long as he stays loyal to our cause, and to me, there's nothing bad about being infatuated with someone. Natasha is quite a beauty, after all. But, while her beauty is charming, she has no power over him. She's too softhearted to act with enough force needed to bend him to her wishes. She'll keep to the shadows, too afraid to claim something as her own. That's the crack of her dilemma. She longs for something oh so desperately, yet lacks the courage needed to achieve it. She's perfect for Ray."

A somewhat ominous silence suddenly hung between them, as the hidden implications of Rika's words seeped into the previously tranquil atmosphere. They both knew exactly what she was talking about in gruesome detail. Still, this tense moment passed swiftly, as the blonde woman smiled once more and lifted the small cup filled with warm grapefruit tea to her lips with pristine elegance in her smooth movements. Reiko couldn't help but watch her every move, captivated by her almost otherworldly beauty.

Placing the cup onto her plate once more, the Savoir placed her chin on the palm of her hand. "Speaking of which, what will you be wearing to our upcoming Halloween ball?"

Reiko shifted in her seat uncomfortably, suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed to admit her weakness out loud. But, with how intently Rika was gazing seemingly into her very soul, it'll be practically impossible to hide even the smallest of details from her. She always was an expert at reading people, after all.

So, she gave in, quickly glancing at the ground and praying with all her might that her face did not look like a rotten tomato in its color.

"I... actually never celebrated Halloween before, my Sa- Rika. I'm not even sure what exactly people are supposed to be doing on this date, never mind the clothes."

She heard a soft gasp escape from the petite woman sitting in front of her. "Oh...?"

Reiko groaned internally, fighting the urge to cover her face with both of her palms and instead focusing on counting the lavish patterns on the carpet placed beneath them. Great, now she looks like a complete fool. It's not like she had much time to celebrate any holidays before! And Halloween never was one of them anyway.

Before she could come up with some kind of excuse though, she felt a warm hand place itself onto her chin, gently lifting her face high enough for her to see the troubled expression of Mint Eye's captivating leader once more. There was nowhere to hide for her now. But, she saw no disturbance or glee in the blonde woman's hypnotizing emerald eyes, merely worry. Rika tilted her head to the side, somehow making her already silky voice get even softer. It caused her heart to helplessly clench in her chest and her breath to get caught up in her throat.

"Well, that's nothing to be ashamed about, my old friend. In fact, I'm happy you'll be able to experience this wonderous day with me by your side. I'll make sure you'll enjoy yourself next week. You more than deserve it for all the hard work you provide both for me and our paradise."

Reiko bit her lip with force, putting all of her efforts into not fidgeting in her seat too much. "It's not my job to 'have fun'. I'm supposed to keep you safe, first and foremost."

Her retort sounded puny even to her own ears, making her mentally cringe at her feeble attempt at resistance. She always felt so strong and invincible among other believers... and yet, when it came to her old and dear friend, she was completely helpless, each and every time. This vulnerability both scared and intrigued her in equal part.

After all, there's always a certain thrill accompanying every danger. And this danger felt... electrifying. Rika shook her head, causing her long golden curls to seemingly float around her. She looked almost enthralling.

"You can do two things at once, right? The Reiko I know is a master at multitasking."

Not when you're so distracting to the eye.

She almost choked on her own words. What's wrong with her? She never loses control like this! Instead, she gulped, deciding to change the subject all together in order to avoid any possible dangers ahead. At least, she hoped so. "I'll try. So, what exactly do you do on Halloween then? Except going trick or treating, of course."

Despite her desperate attempts, however, Rika seemed to have caught on to her inner distress. It wasn't often for her to become playful, but it looked like she decided to make an exception for her, just this once.

How lucky for her.

Though, was that a good or a bad thing, Reiko did not quite know yet.

"Hmm, let's see... Well, for example, you tell each other scary stories. It is a night when all of our inner demons can roam free, not having to be afraid of anything from the cruel outside world. What better way to experience the thrilling rush of danger than to listen to a blood-curdling horror story? Are you okay with that, my friend?" Rika hummed, slowly moving away from the stunned woman sitting in front of her and returning her attention to the cup of tea on the table, as if nothing weird has ever happened.

Reiko blinked, eventually starting to come back to her senses once again. Was that a request? Or a challenge? She couldn't really tell...

Well, whatever it was-

She smirked, leaning towards the table with her whole body and raising both of her eyebrows in over-exaggerated excitement.

"Oh, is that all? I can assure you, I can handle a good horror story just fine, but, can you handle those I have in store? I'll make sure to save up the best ones for you, and you only. I hope you'll look forward to it. It'll be just like the old times."

Was she being too forward? She wasn't really sure, where exactly that thin line of what was allowed and what was not layed, but... by the look of surprise on the blonde woman's face, she got exactly what she wanted.

More than anything, she adored the privilege of being able to see those sides of their Savior, that nobody else was allowed to see. It felt... special. Although, Rika quickly regained her composure once more, chuckling under her breath and reaching across the table another time in order to take her hand into her own. Her hands were cold, but... it didn't feel uncomfortable for her. Reiko enjoyed the feeling of her cool skin touching her own.

"Getting bold now, are we? I always loved that about you. Say, why don't we celebrate Halloween early this year? Just you and me. It'll be our own celebration of the beautiful darkness we nourish inside of our souls, hidden from prying eyes of outsiders." Rika whispered enticingly, making shivers go up her spine. Her green eyes seemed to hold a different kind of intensity to them, holding her captive with their inviting promise of something she couldn't quite place her finger on.

Though, Reiko didn't even need to think for long, before her body acted seemingly all on its own, revoking a swift nod from her side.

She no longer cared about the party happening next week. This Halloween was going to be the sweetest she'll ever experience, she was already sure of it.

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Tacenda - Chapter 21 Snippet

Zacharias walks towards her carrying two butterbeers.

“They’re bringing the food over in a minute.” He states placing a butterbeer on the table in front of her as he takes his seat again.

“Great, thank you.” Eleanor says sipping the butterbeer appreciatively, she really needs it today.

“You know I’m glad you changed your mind.” Zacharias tells her.

Eleanor raises her eyebrows as she lowers her glass, her mouth still full of butterbeer as she tries to swallow it quickly.

“I’ve, well I’ve liked you for a while now.” He tells her. “If truth be told I thought you were seeing someone else. I’ve caught you a few times looking a little rumpled and slightly… um… but I don’t know. I thought that’s why you turned me down originally but I guess not. I actually sent you a card yesterday, just hoping you know.”

Eleanor stares at him in shock, he’d noticed her and Theo. Well he didn’t know who it was but he’d noticed something. Shit, they’ll need to be more careful. If there even if something to be careful about after this she thinks bitterly.

He was also the sender of her second card, not that she cared about any other than the third one.

She swallows nervously before brushing her hair behind her ears.

“No, I guess I just haven’t been in the right position to date.” She tells him, which isn’t a lie she’s technically been dating Theo. “I’ve had other priorities, but something snapped this morning and I thought why not?”

Zacharias assesses her for a moment before smiling. “I’m glad you snapped and ditched whatever the other thing was. You deserve to have fun, you’re a good person.”

Eleanor smiles at him bashfully. “Thank you.”

“I mean that Elle.” He tells her softly. “I know I’ve got a bit of a name as a pompous git, but I’m not really. I just tell it how it is and you’re lovely, you’re the one person in the whole castle who doesn’t make me want to rip my hair out.”

Eleanor sends him a genuine smile. “Really?”

“Yeah.” He tells her making her blush.

At that moment Madame Rosmerta appears placing their food onto the table.

“Here you go dearies.” She says cheerfully. “I hope you two have a lovely date, you look adorable.”

She winks at Eleanor as she leaves causing her blush to worsen.

Zacharias watches with a slightly smug smile. Everyone knows Zacharias thinks he’s the best-looking boy in the school, to be fair he’s attractive and his body is very well built, thanks to quidditch, but there are certainly other boys at their school that could give him a run for his money.

They talk as they eat their food, Eleanor happily surprised at how funny Zacharias can be. He’s sweet and charming and despite his cockiness he’s very polite to Eleanor. They’re already on their third drink when Eleanor excuses herself to use the bathroom.

“I’m just popping the loo.” She states pushing her chair back.

“Okay. I’ll just be here.” Zacharias states gesturing around. Eleanor gives him a small smile before making her way to the back corridor where the toilets are. There’s not as many people in this section, they try to avoid the colder toileted area if they can help it.

She glances at Theo as she passes, he’s still watching her his face impassive as she walks past yet there’s Millicent still attached to him like a leech.

Eleanor fights the urge to roll her eyes as she pushes through the door and into the corridor.

Once she’s finished in the bathroom she quickly checks her appearance, applying a little bit of lip gloss and running her fingers through her hair. She turns and heads back towards the pub, she barely gets out of the toilets when she’s pushed against the wall.

It’s not hard enough to hurt her but it certainly shocks her.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Theo hisses at her, his face barely a breath from her own.

Eleanor stares at him with wide eyes.

“Me? What are you doing? Get off me.” She snaps pushing at him but he doesn’t move, he stays in place, trapping her against the wall. She’s not truly trapped, she could easily slide out if she wanted to but it’s annoying the fuck out of her.

“Why are you with Smith?” He practically snarls.

Eleanor raises an eyebrow at him. “Same reason you’re with Bulstrode.”

Theo let’s out an irritated growl. “I told you that’s nothing.”

“Neither is Zac.” She says coolly, keeping her head up straight.

Theo let’s out a noise of disgust. “Zac. He’s got a fucking nickname.”

“No that’s his actual name unlike Millie. Besides I can’t call him Smith on a date.”

Theo’s jaw tenses as he moves his body closer, pressing her more firmly against the wall. “It’s not a date.”

“Is that so? What should I call it then?” She asks.

“Not a fucking date.”

“What are you calling whatever you’re doing with Bulstrode?”

Theo takes a deep breath. “I told you what that is.”

“And I said what it is with Zac. Does that stop it hurting though Theo? Can you just shrug it off? Because I can’t.” She says tears pricking at her eyes.

Merlin, she hates boys.

Theo’s face crumples as he watches her.

“Nora, I’m not doing this to hurt you.” He says in exasperation.

“That doesn’t stop it hurting.” She tells him.

“Fuck. Nora, I’m sorry but I need to keep you safe.” He tells her.

“By having some tart draped all over you?” She sniffs tears building from a mix of anger and hurt. Theo grasps her chin gently, lifting her face to look at him.

“I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you’re safe.”

“But I can’t do the same?” She asks.

“Nora this isn’t the same and you know it. I’m trying to keep you alive and you’re trying to make me jealous.” He snaps.

Before Eleanor can retaliate the door from the pub opens and Zacharias walks in. Theo quickly jumps back but Zacharias is looking between them suspiciously.

“What’s going on?” He asks.

“None of your business.” Theo snaps, his voice full of pure anger.

“Elle are you okay?” He asks.

Eleanor nods pressing her lips together to control her tears before she answers. “Yeah I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine.” Zacharias states starting to move forward.

“She said she’s fine Smith, now piss off.” Theo snaps.

“I don’t think I will. I came to see why my date is taking so long and find her crying with you glowering over her and I don’t like that.” Zacharias states firmly moving towards them both.

“Zac it’s fine.” Eleanor says noticing Theo’s fists clench at the word date.

“You haven’t got a clue what’s going on.” Theo snarls.

“Please enlighten me because it doesn’t look great.” Zacharias growls back.

Eleanor tries to step in-between them, this is not how she envisioned the day going when she woke up this morning.

“Stop it.” She says feebly as they move towards each other with matching glares.

“Eleanor, move.” Theo states.

Zacharias raises his eyebrows at that. “Eleanor? You actually address her by her first name. I thought your lot looked down on people like her.”

“What does that mean.” Theo spits.

“Don’t you deem yourself better than muggles and all that malarkey or is that just your mates?” Zacharias taunts him.

Theo’s face becomes apoplectic. “Don’t ever speak to me like that again blood traitor.” He says in a voice so cold it makes Eleanor recoil slightly. “What I do or do not call people is none of your business.”

“Yet I’ve never heard your lot talk to her kind like that before. Don’t tell me you actually like her Nott.” Zacharias goads him with a smug smile.

Theo takes a threatening step forward. Despite Zacharias being taller than Theo it’s Theo’s stance that holds all the danger.

“I couldn’t give a shit what happens to a mudblood like her.” Theo replies coldly making Eleanor’s stomach twist, nausea taking hold of her in a tight grip. “I was just reminding her of her place. I’ll be happy to do the same for you.”

Eleanor’s bottom lip wobbles as she tries not to cry. Theo’s words cuting deeper than any Dean threw at her. Her heart feels like it’s being torn apart with every breath she takes.

“You sound awfully passionate for someone who doesn’t care.” Zacharias continues his lips pulled up minutely as he stares at Theo knowingly. Eleanor wishes he would stop, she can’t bear to hear anymore.

Theo lets out a harsh scoff. “Passionate? No, she’s good for a one-off shag but that’s it, I wouldn’t even waste my time with that. So I really couldn’t give two shits whether you fuck her or curse her, what I do care about is her fucking my work up.”

Eleanor let’s out a small whimper at that, she can’t control it anymore. She’s never felt so hurt and humiliated in her entire life. It literally hurts to breathe.

“How can you talk about another human being like that?” Zacharias spits his temper flaring. “She’s a lot better than you will ever be.”

Theo suddenly lunges forward punching Zacharias and knocking him to the floor. Eleanor gasps as Theo gently pushes her back against the wall before lunging at Zacharias again. But Zacharias is already clambering to his feet and ready for Theo, he moves forward knocking Theo backwards.

Eleanor can feel the tears fall down her cheeks as she watches them fight.

She wants to leave, to get away but she can’t make her legs work, her entire body is frozen as she watches.

The doors from the pub suddenly burst open and Madame Rosmerta appears with one of the male bartenders.

“Oi, stop that right now.” Madame Rosmerta shouts above them, waving her wand sending them both shooting away from each other, her voice echoing and authoritative. “I will not have fighting in my pub. If you want to do that you can go into the street.”

A crowd has started to gather on the other side of the door trying to nose at what’s happening whilst Theo and Zacharias sit pressed against opposing walls glaring at each other, their breathing heavy, their faces and knuckles covered in grazes.

Eleanor tries to control her breathing as she focuses on the fact she needs to get out of there. Half of the school will be stood wanting to know what’s happening and she doesn’t want to walk out like this, she doesn’t want Joe to see her like this he’s already worried enough.

“Elle.” She hears Joe’s panicked voice.

Shit.

She can see him start to push his way through the crowd rushing towards her. He steps over Theo and Zacharias’s legs to get to her. Instantly grabbing her arms, checking her over.

“Elle are you okay? Are you hurt?” He says his voice full of fear.

Eleanor shakes her head, fresh tears falling. Joe pulls her into a tight hug.

“Elle.” Zacharias starts but Joe lifts his head shooting him a warning glare.

“Don’t you dare.” Joe tells him, his voice full of hatred.

“I didn’t-.” Zacharias starts but Madame Rosmerta steps in.

“I think you both need to leave.” She tells Theo and Zacharias. “I don’t want to see you back here is that understood.”

She waves her wand, releasing whatever spell was keeping them in place. They both climb to their feet shooting dark glances at each other.

Zacharias rolls his shoulders before stepping towards Eleanor cautiously.

“Elle.” He says softly.

“Out.” Madame Rosmerta tells him firmly. Zacharias looks like he’s going to protest but she points her wand at him again and he relents shooting a sad look at Eleanor and a murderous one at Theo.

“You too.” She tells Theo moving her wand to him.

Theo wipes his bleeding lip with the back of his hand, sending Eleanor a soft glance before walking out of the pub. Eleanor shakes as he goes, it doesn’t help she hears Millicent’s voice drift towards her gushing over Theo.

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