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Hello!

Sorry it took me quite the minute haha! @wenchfry I LOVE ANGIE. She brings me so much joy <3 I hope this is a nice gift you c: !!

She Will Remember

A slower day was always a nice day. Angie sat at her desk, sorting through her new patient logs and supplies lists. There were no new patients to see today, a rare occurance that left her with no reports to enter and no parent phone calls to make. Perhaps she would be happier about that fact if it didn’t make for the most boring eight hours she could imagine! At least the trucks orders would be in on time. The thermometer cover supply was getting dangerously low…

A solid knock resounded off the glass of her door.

“Come in,” Angie said while straightening up her crumpled uniform.

Damien was the first person she saw and, like a dazzling sunrise, she lit up at the sight of him. Only for the sombre creak of twilight’s final hours to reel in her light’s harsh reality. That her pleasant sunrise was nothing more that the haunting toll of sunset before the night's darkest and most wicked hours. In came Percy and his new wife, who was all smiles and false cheer. Angie could feel her face fall. Her shoulders sink under the weight the man’s presence in front of her. And in his eyes she saw the very discontent that unveiled her blinded ones all those years ago. He was as annoyed as Damien was uncomfortable, standing behind his father with gaze glued to the floor.

“Angie,” Percy’s tone was suffocating, “I am taking Damien tonight.”

“He has school tomorrow,” Angie replied curtly

“Then you can pick him up in the morning,” Percy spoke shortly before turning to his wife, “Will you take him to the car while I straighten something out, love?”

Angie couldn’t help but feel sick at the way they spoke together. Or how the women tried to take her son out by the hand as if she were his mother. Angie couldn’t help the dread she felt of seeing the man’s face as he took the only thing she had left away again. Even if it was just briefly. The air dragged into her lungs like sludge, and he was the polluted source that contaminated it.

“What did you need to speak with me about?”

“I need you to straighten out the daycare’s pickup instructions,” frustration seeped through every word Percy spoke, “It took me fifteen minutes to get Damien out of there.”

“Well, did you try talking to daycare attendant about this?”

“That thing was the biggest problem. I can’t believe you leave Damien in a room with a bunch of other children and no adult to watch them,” he snapped, “If you can’t watch him then you should drop him off with me or hire a sitter. I shouldn’t have to try and convince a stupid robot I’m his father and fill out forms every time I want to pick up my son. It’s ridiculous and if you don’t get it fixed then we’re going to have to make different arrangements.”

That familiar spike of anger began to flare up in Angie’s chest. It is always there in his presence. The resentment. But the snide remarks- the extra work he put on her fueled those embers inside. He knows just how hard she works and could easily take care of the problem himself if it bothered him so much. But instead her stone mask carved a smile onto her face as he demanded more from her.

“I’ll speak with the daycare attendant about your checkout process later,” She wanted to let her anger speak, but instead her calm voice poured out a robotic melody, “since you do arrive outside your scheduled days, unfortunately they have to follow protocol-”

“Then update it,” Percy retorted.

Angie held herself perfectly, the ridgedness in her bones betrayed by the relaxed poise that assumed her character on the outside, “is there anything else you needed, sir.”

Hatred.

She hates him.

“We’re going to take Damien out to see that new movie he’s been talking about for family night,” there it was, “enjoy your quiet night at home, Angie.”

Her smile grew. Forced into place by invisible suctures and no numbing to dull the pain. And even when the door clicked shut, she held her place. Frozen aside from the light quiver that rattled her body. There was always a last word. A final jab. Something more to make sure she hurt and he left feeling superior. Something she couldn’t let him know bothered her.

Angie hated Valentine's day.

Today was a day to remind her of how her life had fallen apart.

Something to remind her that the love she thought she once had was fake.

It was pathetic really. She still felt so much torment inside despite so many years.

Angie walked back to her desk chair on puppet strings. Flipping through the papers once more but reading nothing. The truck order will have to wait until tomorrow.. Her feet tapped against the ground. Fingernails digging into her thighs. The man was gone and yet the suffocation remained. A lone, disheartened tear trickled down her cheek as her eyebrows twisted. Fingers dug deeper and gripped whatever fabric they could clasp in their fists. That hatred boiled inside. Festering in the form of small doubts and petty questions. It hurt to know the lie this day represented almost as much as the pain of knowing she craved its representation.

Angie couldn’t help but look at the clock.

The daycare was already closed by now. Part of her wondered if it would be too soon to visit?

Numb legs moved on their own. Surely it wouldn’t hurt for her to come a bit earlier than usual if the daycare was already closed? Angie crossed the checkerboard floor outside the glass. The music cuts out on the hour of closing and the silence would be deafening if it weren’t for the click of her shoes against the floor. From outside those massive wooden doors, she could hear them scrambling inside. A small rose of hope bloomed in a sea of self misery.

Angie let herself in while wiping the wetness away from her cheek, “Hello?”

Sun was frantically gathering things into his arms and tearing across the playmat floor, muttering away in that joy-filled tone she held so dearly. And yet she frowned as he walked past her to continue to clean. Even with this kind of day he was the same. Always so happy. So endearing. Such a ray of Sunshine. His bad days were still taken with silly tones and smiles.

The rose drowned beneath the crashing waves.

And now that she thought about it… They never came to see her at all today. On a day dedicated to love.

“Sun?”

“Yes, Starlet?” He didn’t even pause his wild cleaning spree to look at her. Still smiling away despite the pain that echoed in her hollow chest.

“Do you love me?” Angie asked.

“Of course, Sunshine.”

The attendant disappeared beyond the play structures, continuing to speak to himself somewhere out of view. Her body was once again frozen. The ice encasing that delicate, rotting flower. Somehow, even with no mean words spoken, that hurt more than anything else that day. Being brushed off so blatantly while being told she was loved. It drew a parallel that turned her spit sour and allowed that looming dread to seize hold. Was it love? Or what she’s being told. If he was programed to love everyone- why would she be special?

Sun skipped back into the room, arms filled with stuffed animals and rays spinning. Just like he always does. Even in the same room. Even when exchanging words, she was so alone.

“Can you feel love?”

Sun froze as his faceplate snapped to her, his same smiling face unreadable in the moment of stale silence. And she stared back, just as blank and unfeeling.

“What… Do you mean, Miss Nurse?” Those sing-song notes spoke quietly.

“Can you even feel love.”

Every nerve in her body flares on its ends. Unease pooled in her stomach. That sick kind of all-consuming dread that plunged itself into ones chest like a knife and tore straight through barreling upon her. The ice crystilized the spine of the dead rose as the heat of his optics burned into her. Much like her own eyes that remain fixated on him alone.

“Of course we do,” Sun paused for just a moment, words soft and confused, “we know it very well.”

“Knowing,” Angie couldn’t help the way her body fell in place, the agony of a bleeding chest, “Is a lot different then feeling.”

The plushies in Sun’s arms fell to the ground, face unmoving and body ridged. Perfectly still as if he had powered down yet his optics remained present and dim.

Dim like the lights that grew faint around them and darkness consumed the space. The silence held no comfort, and the twinkling nightlights held no shine. Even the piercing red eyes in front of her seemed so far away. It was just like then. How her body no longer felt like her own and the world grew distant around her. That despite the anguish she was feeling, everything was just… So blank.

“How could you say that?” A pang echoed through her body at Moon’s harsh tone.

Part of her didn’t even know.

“You really don’t believe us?” Moon remained still, “Don’t see us?”

“Moon…” Angie began to speak but the words became lost to silence. Why?

Moon stepped into the feeble light of the daycare monitor behind her. His movements were robotic, yet so full of life, “Your words are like the tools they use to tear the wires from our chest. The sparks burning our endoskeleton and overloading our system. Metal hot in a way that makes us want to do nothing but scream.”

“I’m so sorry Moon-”

“No,” he hung over her with piercing eyes, “when we see you, our fans kick into overdrive. We heat up inside and when you speak- our audio sensor narrow in to increase your voice. We cannot help our system flaring up when you call us your Shine and Light.”

Guilt. It was a feeling so heavy it increased the gravity of ones being. Angie felt her body begin to break under the pressure as Moon took her hands into his.

“I cannot help but adore you when you call me your Nightlight.”

Angie’s eyes burned, clenching onto Moon’s hands as her only crutch.

“And you Angie,” He leans closer to her face, “are my lovely Nightingale that sings to my chassis at night. And I want nothing more than than fly together in the moonlight.”

“So please believe us when we say we love you.”

“I do.” Angie’s voice crackled under the moment's burden, “I’m sorry I doubted you.”

Moon pulled her to him, cradling her body against his as tears melted the chill that consumed her. Melted the tattered rose that regained a bit of it’s beauty with the small water beads that adorned it. And with every tear, a flood of mixed emotions rushing away from it’s battered form. Allowed it to try and bloom in the moonlight that shelters it once more. She couldn’t help the mumble of apologies that fell from her heavy heart. He held her so gently, so together despite every piece of her falling apart.

It took a moment for her to calm down. Makeup staining the cloth of her sleeves as she wiped the tears away. She explained how Percy approached her. Talked down to her in her office. In front of Damien. And how he made sure to remind her that she would be alone. How he always had to try and crush her, and she could do nothing but smile. She was at work. If she loses her job… She would lose everything again and they would take her sweet baby from her. Without a job she can’t provide for Damien. And he used that to his advantage every time.

Moon was quiet, but the few reassuring squeezes of his hands was more than enough. Because even if he was a machine, he could feel her aching. And he could understand being trapped in a cycle of faking what was really happening inside.

“No more of the deadbeat,” Moon pulled Angie into his arms, “Sun has something he wanted to show you.”

The wire pulled taunt against his back as he swept her off her feet, the ground below disappearing into the dark. It was scary and yet she felt so safe in mechanical arms.

He had brought her to their room’s balcony, beckoning her closer while pulling against the curtains. A smile met her tears again today. Only ones of joy under the flicker of gentle candlelight. They had set up a table for her, daycare snacks formed into one of Sun’s proclaimed ‘masterpieces.’

The lights flicked on.

“Suprise,” Sun took her hand and led her inside.

“Goodness,” she couldn’t help but weakly chuckle, “you did this all for me?”

“Of course Hummingbird,” Sun’s rays turned, “Always for you.”

#jestersdcassevent2024 #Angie my beloved #fnaf dca

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hollyethecurious · 1 year

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CS AU: Pan Says... (5/?)

Summary: After waking up in a strange room with a naked stranger, Emma and Killian must endure the twisted game their kidnapper insists they play in order to gain provisions and avoid punishments.

A/N: I know, I know, I KNOW! I’m sorry. I’m a bad, bad writer, making y’all wait so long for this update. I truly apologize. My muse took a bit of a sabbatical, but hopefully she’s back and ready to work. I have things pretty well mapped out for this fic from this point on, so fingers crossed I can keep her on task.

Lots of love to @ultraluckycatnd and @kmomof4 for their exceptional beta skills on this one!

Rated E /Also available on ao3 and ff.net / buy me a coffee / add to tag list / Curious? Come Ask Me! / Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four

Part Five

Consciousness returned slowly. The buzz of the fluorescents, the warmth of the blanket, the soft caress of fingers carding through his hair, the scent of his Swan, the dryness of his tongue as it stuck to the roof of his mouth, all points of awareness that were sharpening with clarity as he broke free from the confines of sleep.

“Killian?” Emma whispered, having sensed the change in his breathing. “Killian, are you awake?”

With effort, Killian managed to pry his eyes open and focus on the concerned pinch in his Swan’s brows. Reaching up, he intended to soothe it away with the pad of his thumb, but when he opened his mouth to respond, all that came out was a croaked, “Aye,” before he erupted into a fit of coughs from the cool air hitting the aridness of his throat.

“Hang on,” Emma said, scrambling from their bed so she could fetch him a glass of water. “Drink this.”

Bringing the cup to his lips, Killian took slow sips. Once his thirst was adequately slaked, he handed the cup back to Emma and asked, “What happened?”

A look of distress flashed across her features as she responded, “You don’t… what’s the last thing you remember?”

Rubbing his temples with his thumb and forefinger, the memories of what had happened before he’d blacked out began to flood his mind. A maelstrom of emotions bombarded him: fear, anger, lust, guilt, terror, euphoria, and relief. His pulse began to race, his heart hammering against his ribs as he reached up and felt for the small puncture wound in his neck, even as his body began to respond to the memory of Emma on her knees in front of him.

“I, um…” His cheeks began to feel warm, and the tips of his ears were practically on fire. “I remember you… you saved me. When Pan had me injected with poison. You…” In an attempt to even his breathing and slow his libido, Killian sucked in a deep breath and sat up further in their bed, only to realize he was still completely naked. Ignoring how that realization spiked his arousal, Killian refocused his thoughts. “I remember them administering the antidote, but everything after that is… how did we get back here?”

Seemingly oblivious to his current turmoil, Emma tucked her legs beneath her and told him, “Whatever they gave you knocked you out pretty fast. One of the Lost Ones helped me get you back to our room.”

Killian sat up from the headboard, his eyes raking over her for signs of harm. “A Lost One? Did he… Did he hurt you? Pan didn’t--”

“I’m fine,” she assured him, reaching out and taking his hand in her own. “He just carried you back, put you in bed, then…”

“Then… what?”

Emma chewed her lip, her eyes cutting towards the camera that monitored them. Scooting towards him, she lowered her voice and shared, “He told me something, and I… I think he knows you. I think he--”

“Knows me?” Killian balked. “What did he say?”

Running her tongue over her lip, Emma flicked her gaze once more to the surveillance, giving Killian a moment to try, once again, to calm his body’s reactions.

“When they took you away,” she began, her voice still low, but tight and halting, “he told me that if I cared for you at all, then I had to do what Pan said. There was something in his eyes. He looked, I don't know… scared. For you. Then, after we got you back here, I confronted him about it, and he said, ‘There are only two reasons people find themselves here. Because they have either crossed Pan, or because they are the punishment for those who did.’ He said our being here is a punishment for someone who crossed Pan.”

“And you think I am that Lost One’s punishment?”

Emma opened her mouth, but was cut off by the crackle of speakers, preempting her reply as Pan’s voice echoed through their room.

“Oh, good! You’re awake. I was afraid you’d sleep the rest of the day away.”

“We wouldn’t want to put a damper on whatever sick or sadistic plan you have in mind for us,” Emma muttered sarcastically, earning her an amused huff from Killian. He was gladdened that she hadn’t lost any of her fire, despite the ordeal they’d both been through.

“Now, now, Emma,” Pan tutted. “I’m here to offer you a reward.”

“A reward?” Killian parroted, dubiously.

“Why, yes!” Pan declared, a little excitedly. “You both took your respective punishments for breaking my rules in stride, so I thought a nice hot shower might be in order.”

Killian met Emma’s gaze. He could see the desire for such a luxury swimming in her eyes, and despite his current state, and the fact he would not be able to keep certain matters hidden from her, he nodded his agreement. Emma left the bed to begin taking off her clothes, and Killian swung himself around so he was seated on the edge of the bed with his back to her, willing his erection to subside.

An exercise in futility, for any progress he might have made was quickly forgotten when she called out to him that she was ready and he had to join her at the door, both of them completely naked. If she noticed his arousal - and honestly, how could she not - she said nothing. Simply took his hand and led them along the line that led to the shower room.

“You go first, love,” he told her, knowing that only one shower actually worked. Grabbing her caddy from the bench, he handed it to her then picked his up and held it in front of him, hiding himself from her view even as he turned around in an attempt to give her some privacy. An action that would also prove futile.

“Oh, one more thing before you begin,” Pan’s voice grated from overhead. “I’m sure you’d like a towel this time, so Emma, in order for you to receive yours, Killian has to watch while you bathe yourself. You won’t mind, will you Killian?”

Grinding his teeth together, Killian peered over his shoulder and willed his gaze to remain fixed on hers. She gave him a small shrug, but he could see in her expression how she didn’t want a repeat of the last time they’d defy Pan’s “offer” to earn towels.

“It isn’t as though you haven’t seen it all before,” she said, clearly trying to justify her willingness to comply while still leaving it up to him. “But I don't need a towel. I can just drip dr--”

“No,” Killian sighed, turning around while keeping his caddy firmly held in front of him. “You’re right. A small price to pay to ensure your comfort.” Even if it robs me of my own, Killian thought to himself as he adjusted his stance.

Though he was tempted to set his focus over Swan’s head and onto the back, tiled wall, Killian knew Pan would not come through with the promised item if he felt Killian had not made good on his end of the deal, so he watched as Emma lathered shampoo into her hair, the suds sliding down her neck and collecting atop her breasts before slipping between and continuing on in their descent down her body.

Shifting his stance again, his buttocks clenched and a groan caught in the back of his throat. Each movement of her hand as it scrubbed the soap filled loofah along her skin brought forth a memory of how she had pleasured herself beneath his gaze earlier that day. His hardened cock bobbed, brushing against the plastic of the caddy he was still clutching at his groin, and Killian felt ridiculous for the way his lust was running away with him. It wasn’t as if she were putting on a show. There was nothing overtly seductive in the way she was showering, but the mere fact she was wet and naked, with suds covering her body while within arms reach, coupled with the memories of her splayed out before him, which were seared into his mind's eye, were enough to have him rigid and weeping by the time she’d finally finished.

“Okay,” Emma said, collecting her items and stepping out from the hot spray. “Your turn.” They quickly switched places, and Emma inquired to the open space around them. “I don’t suppose you’d go ahead and give me that towel so I can dry off while taking my turn to watch, huh?”

“Funny you should mention that,” Pan answered, in that tone that always made Killian’s gut tighten with apprehension. “I think you’ll want to wait for your towel since the only way Killian will be earning his is if… you wash him.”

“Fuck,” Killian muttered under his breath, his groin throbbing at the mere thought of Emma’s touch running over the wet planes of his body.

From behind him, Emma sighed. The splash of her feet against the wet tile preceded her presence, and Killian was hyper aware of how close she stood as she squeezed his shampoo into her hands.

“Wet your hair for me,” she instructed. “ And you might have to crouch down, so I can…”

Killian obeyed and tried to center his focus on anything other than the way the scratch of her nails on his scalp sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine. When she told him to turn around so she could begin washing his front, he studied every tile, every faucet, every crack, every water stain within the room so as to try and ignore the feel of the loofah scrubbing him clean. His neck, his chest, his shoulders, his arms, his torso, just to the waist, before she instructed him to turn once more.

His efforts were futile, though. The hot spray beating down on his cock nearly sent him over the edge as she continued her thorough cleansing. His back, his buttocks, the backs of his thighs, his calves, his heels.

“Turn,” Emma said, crouched down at his feet and working her way back up his legs.

He shouldn’t have looked down. He shouldn’t have taken in the sight of her naked, wet, and practically on her knees before him once again. For with the image came the memory of her mouth wrapped around his cock, her tongue teasing his tip, and the way she swallowed around his length. When her hand brushed against his balls he was lost. Unable to keep himself from coming, he grabbed onto his cock and managed to turn away from her; a pained, guttural noise reverberated from his chest from the ruined orgasm she’d inadvertently given him that was spilling over his hand.

“Killian? Are you okay? What’s… oh.”

“Fuck!” he shouted in anger, slamming his hand against the tile wall. Humiliation and shame burned at his cheeks, and when Emma’s hand lightly grazed his shoulder, he bucked it off, turning his body further away from hers. “Don’t,” he clipped out on a huff of breath as a shudder ran through him. “Please, I…”

What the hell was wrong with him?

“I-I’m sorry, love,” he panted. “I don’t know what’s come over me.”

“Hey,” she soothed. “It’s okay. Will you… will you please look at me?”

His shoulders slumped as he complied, turning to face her even though he couldn’t yet look her in the eye.

Her hand cupped his cheek and he nuzzled into her touch on instinct, his eyes slipping shut until she said, “Killian, we have no idea what Pan actually gave you earlier.”

His eyes flew open and he jerked back, his mouth agape as he stared at her. That possibility had never crossed his mind.

“I was thinking about it while you were asleep,” she confided. “I know Pan said it was poison and an antidote, but… he could have given you anything. For all we know, he gave you some sort of hyped up aphrodisiac or stimulant for this very purpose.” Stepping forward, she closed the space between them and took his face in her hands once more. “He wants us to suffer. He wants to make things awkward between us. He wants to force us into situations that are humiliating and vulnerable and harmful. None of this is your fault.”

Killian swallowed hard and took in a shuddering breath.

“And just for the record,” she continued on with a soft yet coy smile, “the fact that I turn you on in no way offends me or makes me uncomfortable. You don’t have to hide that fact from me.”

Before Killian could respond, the sound of something being rolled into the room caught both their attention. A cart, ladened with towels, had been pushed through the door. Emma grabbed Killian’s hand, prompting him forward so they could grab the towels before they might be whisked away again, but he resisted.

“Hang on,” he said, a fresh blush coloring his cheeks. “Let me just… clean up first.”

“Right.” Gesturing towards the cart, she said. “I’ll just grab us both some towels.”

Killian quickly rinsed away the remnants of his orgasm, giving himself a few extra moments to simply stand in the calming waters of the shower, allowing his heart rate and breathing to normalize before joining Swan by the towel cart.

“Here,” she said, handing him two towels. “I wasn’t sure how many you’d want.”

An amused sound fell from his lips as he wrapped a towel around his waist before draping the other over his shoulders. Swan was currently swathed from head to toe in three towels, with a fourth clutched against her chest. Clearly she was taking no chances of being left cold and wet like last time.

They were both relieved to find that, unlike last time, everything was exactly as they’d left it when they returned to their cell room. Once they’d finished drying off and getting dressed, another surprise was in store for them.

A meal. An unprompted and unearned meal. A tray of their favorite foods appeared behind the food panel without any warning or strings attached. Or so they hoped.

“Tell me more about what the Lost One said.” They had been quietly consuming their meal for several long minutes before the silence had begun to further unnerve him. A wry smile rose at the corner of Emma’s lip prompting Killian to ask, “What?”

“I’d tried to bring up this topic in the shower, but you appeared to have other things on your mind.”

“You did?”

Emma nodded, an amused expression set on her face as she took another bite of her grilled cheese sandwich. “Mhmm,” she hummed, waiting until she’d finished the bite before adding, “I asked if you had any ideas as to who the Lost One might be, but you were too… focused on the task Pan had set that I don’t think you even heard me.”

Pawing at the patch of skin behind his ear that always seemed to flare up when something embarrassed him, Killian mumbled a half-hearted apology, knowing her teasing tone and the mischievous glint in her eye were in an effort to keep the subject light-hearted.

“Yes, well,” he said, popping a grape into his mouth, “Any task of Pan’s worth doing…”

He left the statement unfinished, allowing it to hang between them for a moment before turning serious once more.

“Honestly, I haven’t a clue who it could be,” he confessed. “I can’t imagine my being here would be a punishment to anyone in my life other than Liam, and neither of those men is my brother.”

“You’re sure?”

“Aye,” he stated with confidence. “Liam is broader, more solidly built, and besides,” he took in a deep breath, calming himself as the memory of the last time he’d heard his brother’s voice filled his mind. “We heard that voicemail. He thinks I’m on some sort of trip, and the thought of it obviously gave him comfort. Plus, I can’t really see Liam getting involved with someone like Pan. He’s too… noble and self-righteous.”

Emma snorted at Killian’s exasperated tone. “Sounds a little like David.”

“Speaking of David,” Killian hedged, picking at the remains of his meal. “Any chance he might be--”

Emma cut him off with a shake of her head. “Neither of them are David, but…”

“But… what?”

She chewed her lip for a moment, guilt pinching her features as she whispered, “I have wondered if my disappearance and presumed death isn’t some sort of punishment for him or Mary Margaret, but honestly… like you with Liam, I can’t imagine either of them getting caught up in some sideways deal with the likes of Pan. And I have no idea who I would be a punishment for, besides the Nolans.”

Killian scratched his fingers through the scruff at his jaw. “I suppose we’ll have to wait for an opportunity to ask them outright.”

“Yeah…” Emma hedged, collecting their tray of finished dishes and depositing it back on the exposed shelf. “That’s if Pan hasn’t done something to them in retaliation for talking to me about it.”

As if on cue, the speakers overhead crackled, signaling the impending voice of their captor.

“I take it you both enjoyed your shower and dinner?”

Neither of them answered, seeing as Pan’s questions were generally rhetorical. However, it seemed he’d hoped for some sort of response this time.

“Come now,” he pouted. “No thanks or show of gratitude for my generosity today? Might I remind you that I required nothing of you in exchange for both the showers and the meal? Not to mention my leniency regarding the towels… considering Emma never finished completely washing you, Killian.”

Mutters of ‘thanks’ begrudgingly fell from their lips, followed by startled gasps as the room was suddenly plunged into darkness.

“Perhaps a good night’s sleep will help you both gain some perspective on my indulgences, because rest assured… tomorrow our game will be back in full swing. Round three awaits you both.”

“Goody,” Emma grumbled, climbing into bed and settling herself beneath the covers. “Are you going to be able to sleep?” she asked, propping herself up onto her side, facing him. “You were out for a while after… whatever they gave you earlier.”

“Aye,” Killian replied, laying down beside her with his eyes trained at the ceiling. His mind, however, was not on sleep.

“Tell me,” Emma said, softly, sensing that something was troubling him.

It took Killian a few long moments before deciding to share his burden with her. The last thing he wanted to do was pressure her, or endanger either of them in any way at the prospect of breaking Pan’s rules, but the more he thought about it…

“I don’t want our first time to be forced,” he whispered. “Or coerced.” Swallowing thickly, he murmured, “I don’t want to fuck you because Pan tells me to, I want…”

“What?” she said on a husky breath. “What do you want?”

Turning his head, he locked eyes with her, fighting against the desperation to reach out and hold her as he declared, “I want to make love to you. I want you on our terms, not his. I want to have you because you want me too, not so we can endure this hell a little longer. I want to think back on my time with you and have something pure, something untainted to remember. Something I can hold onto with happiness.”

Tentatively, she reached out and brushed her fingers through his hair. “So do I.”

Air whooshed from his lungs. He wanted nothing more than to close the gap between them, take her in his arms, and kiss the breath out of her, but… “It’s risky,” he reminded her. “I shudder to think what Pan might do. I know I’m willing to face whatever punishment he might have in store for me, but the thought of him hurting you--”

Emma stopped his words with the press of her fingers against his lips, and held them there as she repositioned herself, straddling his waist. “You’re worth the risk.” Pulling him up by the collar of his shirt, she fused her mouth to his, but not before demanding, “Fuck Pan, and make love to me, Killian.”

(Yeah, I know... feel free to yell at me in the reblog/comments 😁)

Part Six

#cs ff #csff #cs fic #cs au #captain swan #pan says...#words by hollye

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i-fondued · 1 year

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Ghost | Sinners in Secret - Chapter 10

Chapter Ten - The Plane Incident

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x Reader/Sister of Sin x Papa “Terzo” Emeritus III

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Plot, smut, etc. See AO3 for full list of tags!

A/N: wheeeee gratuitous travel day smut lol, next chapter we get to meat of the climax of sorts lol, also I will be making a separate post about this but I will be moving to a week update schedule moving forward mostly likely, but I’ll post about that separately. For now, enjoy!!

Chapter One - HERE

Chapter Two - HERE

Chapter Three - HERE

Chapter Four - HERE

Chapter Five - HERE

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“You two have actual first names?” I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind in my panic.

Terzo burst out laughing, covering his mouth with his hand as he tried to stifle his laughter. Copia pinched the bridge of his nose before looking at me with an irritated scowl on his face.

“Amore…this is the first thing you ask after reading that letter?” He sighed, plucking the paper from my hands and reading over it again.

“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that it wasn’t a reasonable question!” I snapped, throwing my hands up in the air as Terzo and I worked together to unbox several peoples worth of food.

“We will need to speak with Imperator immediately, we will need to make arrangements.” Copia mumbled, clearly wrapped up in his own world. “Why would the clergy wait till now to get involved? Questo sembra un cattivo presagio…”

Copia was in full panic mode, fingers resting on his chin as he mumbled to himself and puttered practically in circles. On one of his passes I snagged his free hand which made him pause. I smiled softly, brushing my fingers against the inside of his wrist.

“Come, eat. Sister Imperator will be at dinner anyways. We might as well eat together, Terzo did go to all the trouble of ordering us take out.” I teased, tugging him to sit at the dining table with me.

“Amore, I also picked out the vino.” Terzo mock pouted, crossing his arms until I leaned over and gave him a small kiss.

“Yes you did and it seems like a delicious fit darling.” I giggled, Terzo preening under my praise.

After some coaxing, Copia seemed to settle down and eat a little. Though he seemed distracted and was looking at the letter more often than either Terzo or I. For what it was worth, Terzo and I tried to lighten the Cardinal’s mood but he seemed lost in his concerns and trepidation. Finally after putting away the leftovers, cleaning up the dishes, and myself getting dressed in my old robes; the three of us made our way back to Sister Imperator’s office.

“Come in.” She called and Terzo opened the door for us to step in, Copia the first to rush inside. Letter extended in his hand he practically shoved it in her supersized face.

“Seestor, this had arrived for us. All three of us.” Copia’s voice was stern but his eyes betrayed his worry. Terzo and I hung back and watched as imperator’s eyes rushed along the pages of the letter.

“How dare they!” She hissed, tossing the letter to the side and snatching the phone from the far corner of her desk. She dialed a phone number, fingers stabbing at the number keys. “Time zones be damned…”

“Sister Imperator..?” I started to speak but he held up her hand to silence me. I sighed and sat in the free chair across from her, rubbing at my temples.

“Hello, yes. This is Sister Imperator.” A pause. “Yes that Sister Imperator. I need to speak with Saltarian. Not available?! Well then get me someone now!”

I flinched as she hissed into the phone, hand on her hip as she stood.

“Yes? Oh hello Cardinal, yes we got your lett-yes? Yes…yes…of course but I-” Another pause. “Yes, yes. I see. Yes, Cardinal. Of course, we’ll see you for the binding of course. Thank you, yes you too. Good day, Cardinal.” Imperator hung up the phone, hands on her hips as she sighed before looking up at the three of us.

“Pack your bags, you’ll be heading to Vatican City first thing in the morning.”

Copia, Terzo and I all looked at each other before looking back at Imperator. I was confused, beyond whiplash at the day's events. I’d never even interacted with more than one Cardinal before Copia. Even though our abbey was one of the largest in the states and was the one the Papas and Emeritus family called home, we rarely had any interactions with any of the other clergy members from other locations. Least of all the main monisatary in Vatican City.

“Sister with all due respect, I don’t understand why they would insist on us coming to them. Especially since the next few weeks they are going to be arriving here aren’t they?” I spoke, trying to keep my voice steady and strong, crossing my arms over my chest like it would help crush the building anxiety.

“Plans have…changed.” Imperator’s tone was flat, her face however showed her barely contained fury. “The Clergy feel that, once you’ve been vetted properly, a binding of this caliber is fit only for the chapels at Vatican City. It has been a long time since there has been a Prime Mover, let alone one bound to Papa and a Cardinal.”

“I don’t understand how this went from me performing a ritual to speak with Satan to now having to go to Italy and prove to people who’ve never met me that I am what I say I am…” I couldn’t help but pout, feeling like this was beyond me.

I felt Terzo put a hand on my shoulder, trying to smile at me to bring me from my sour mood. Copia knelt in front of me and took my hands into his.

“Amore…” He spoke softly, gloves fingers entangling in mine. “We understand your esitazione, but this is an important step in all this. The Clergy…they are tradizionale, sometimes a little too much, si?”

“Tradizionale is an understatement, Cardinale…” Terzo chucked before turning my head to look at him with two fingers under my chin. “Just think Tesoro…the three of us in Italia…practically senza supervisione…”

The meaning in his words hung in the pregnant pause and I felt my cheeks flush, thinking about the beautiful italian landscapes and the three of us getting up to all forms of debauchery.

“You will not be unsupervised Papa, we learned our mistake on that last time…” Imperator grumbled, the three of us turning to look back at her. “The reason the Clergy is looking to meet with you Sister is because finding a Prime Mover among the siblings is rare. When one isn’t found there is a more symbolic form of the role if the papalcy or clergy heads prefer to take a spouse. However the official Prime Mover like yourself is essentially anointed and chosen by Lucifer himself. You’d be on par with Papa himself and there hasn’t been an official Prime Mover since…”

“Since Primo’s, I know. He told me a little…” I filled in, unsure how much Copia or even Terzo was aware of. Judging by the looks they gave me, very little.

“Precisely. Prime Mover Francesca, may she rest in hell, passed in childbirth. There hasn’t been another till you, my dear, and we’d not like to repeat what happened. The Clergy is just being cautious if you ask me, they want to make sure whoever takes on this role is ready for all that comes with it. Especially when it comes to bearing an heir for each head of the church, since you’d be bound to Papa and Cardinal Copia.”

“I’m not an incubator…” I mumbled, brow furrowing at the thought of this council of old men reviewing my medical records.

“We know that, Sister. I will make sure that only the utmost care and respect is extended to you. In our eyes here, you are our Prime Mover.” Imperator’s tone was almost kind, her face softening slightly as she spoke. “I will be there with you every step of the way.”

“Thank you, Sister Imperator.” It was the first time in a long time I’d meant it.

“My job has been to take siblings under my wings and help flourish and now? I get the honor of helping the first Prime Mover in over a generation and the first to take two lovers in practically a millennium.” She laughed, I blushed. “Now, you three will be leaving on your own tomorrow. Myself, Papa Nihil, and the other Emeritus brothers will be joining you in a week's time as long as everything with the council goes well, which I don’t see being an issue.”

My heart clenched as she spoke. What would I do if they said no? I couldn’t imagine my life without Copia or Terzo at this point, I couldn’t imagine if we couldn’t be together. Copia was speaking to Imperator but I felt like my mind was buzzing loudly in my ear, the sound muffled slightly.

“Amore?” Terzo’s voice was soft and I realized that everyone stopped speaking and was looking at me. “Are you alright?”

“Fine.” I squeezed out, Copia’s face softened and he came to cup my cheek.

“Non ti lascerò andare così facilmente, amore.” He whispered, leaning to press a soft kiss to my lips. “We will not give up on you…”

“Si, Cardinale is right Tesoro.” Terzo chimed in, taking my hand and kissing my knuckles. “I think it is time for bed si? We will see you in the morning Imperator, yes?”

“Of course Papa, goodnight. Be ready early, it will be a long day…”

…

To say our morning was chaotic would have been the biggest understatement of the year.

Why I thought leaving for the airport, where the private clergy jet was waiting for us, would be simple I’m not sure. While Copia and I both had taken the time to pack the night before, Terzo had waved us off that he wouldn’t have any issues throwing his things together.

“We will be in Vatican City! Whatever we forget, we buy. Non è un grosso problema, Tesoro.” He chuckled when he kissed me goodnight before bed.

It was very much a big deal apparently.

Imperator had come by to collect us, two ghouls in tow to carry our luggage, and had looked haggard as she pulled me aside to speak about the travel plans.

“Sister, I know you haven’t left the abbey since joining us here and I’m sure this trip will be overwhelming for you as it is but I am pleading with you…do not let Terzo get his hands on this credit card.” Imperator sounded stressed as she tucked a black card into my hand. “It is for your wardrobe when you arrive and any emergencies, you are in charge of it and keeping Papa in line.”

“Imperator, with all due respect, he can’t get up to that much mischief when we are in the holy city.” I laughed but the look in her eyes made me pause.

“Last time he got so drunk, he tried to sacrifice a goat in Vatican square and told Pope Benedict to come fight him. The clergy was furious and it took no small amount of money to keep it hush hush.”

I had to contain my laughter, seeing the look on her face I knew she didn’t think it was nearly as hilarious as I did.

“Understood Sister. Will I need to worry about the Cardinal?” I asked, looking over to where Copia was instructing the ghouls on which bags to grab while also yelling at Terzo in the other room in italian.

“Who do you think was egging him on?”

“Sweet mother of Satan…” I sighed, rubbing at the bridge of my nose. It was going to be an eventful trip.

“I spoke with Copia as well, since we haven’t made an official announcement yet, I just ask that you and Copia dress for your stations while you are in public.”

“Of course, Sister.”

“Once you arrive at the monastery in Vatican City, you are more than welcome to go back to your current wardrobe.” She gestured vaguely at my bags before storming into Terzo’s rooms. “Your excellence, you have five minutes and the car will be leaving without you!”

I laughed and watched as Copia, dressed in his red cassock and biretta, came and took my hand. He spun me around as I laughed before pulling me to him and pressing a kiss to my temple.

“It has been a long time since you have worn your habit and robes, Topolino.” He smiled, tucking my hand in the crook of his arm as we started towards the car. “Come, before Seestor turns her wrath on us.”

Copia and I walked from my rooms, following the ghouls carrying our bags down the stairs and to the main entrance. Outside in the breezy early November morning I took one last look at the grounds knowing it would be a long time before we would be back. In the stone driveway sat a limousine, the driver was a ghoul who was holding open the door for Copia and I. I thanked him as I slid into the back seat and scooted to the side. Copia slid in next to me before sitting in the seats along the side. He leaned over to grab the chilling champagne bottle, popping the cork and pouring us both a glass.

“This trip is a cause for celebrazione, Sorella.” He said, smiling softly as he handed me a glass. We kinked them together, and I couldn’t help the small smile that slipped onto my face as we sipped our glasses.

Like a whirlwind, Terzo finally arrived with Imperator hot on his heels.

“On your best behavior, Papa!” She called as he opened the door to the limo and threw himself in. “Sister will need your support.”

“Si, si Imperator. I know.” Terzo grumbled before shutting the door. He was dressed in his normal papal suit but he wore sunglasses which he dramatically slid down his nose when he saw the glasses in our hands. “You two started without me?”

“You were taking too long.” I teased before handing him a glass of his own, clinking ours together softly. “To our mini vacation.”

The car lurched forward and I almost spilled my glass before settling back in the seat. Terzo chuckled at me before pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

“Si, Sorella. This will be like a vacation, we will enjoy every moment we are in Italy. No supervision and one big bed for all three of us.” He purred the last part, my cheeks warming as his arm wrapped around my shoulder. “Now settle back, it is a long drive to the airport.”

I did not in fact settle back. Instead I was practically glued to the window, watching everything going by as we drove. I saw the city in the distance as we headed onto the highway and towards the airport. Terzo and Copia chatted, occasionally answering my questions or asking me for my input on their topics. After about fourth-five minutes we finally arrived at the international airport.

“Stay close to me, Tesoro. I do not want to loose you.” Papa pulled me over to him as the limo pulled up to a crowd.

“I think she should stick with me, Papa. She has not formally been introduced yet and I would not want the ire of the crowd in her direction.” Copia’s eyes were on the people who were leaning against barriers and pointing at the limo, my heart thudded in my chest and I felt a little panic rise in my throat.

“You worry too much, Cardinale. They are fans of the Ghost Project, that is all.” Terzo started to open the door but Copia’s arm shot out to stop him. The ghouls who drove us here had already started unloading the luggage and were waiting for us before they went inside.

“Sorella isn’t used to that kind of attention, Papa…” Copia pleaded, something I’d never heard him do before and I couldn’t help but cut in.

“I’ll just have to get used to it, this is the first step to our binding and there is just going to be more and more public events isn’t there?” I tried to smile, fighting the anxiety in my chest as I nodded to Copia, trying to convey that I was okay. He seemed to understand and sat back slightly, eyes still locked on mine.

“If it becomes too much, Stellina. Take my arm and we go inside, si?”

“Of course, Copia.” I said, taking and squeezing his hand before looking back at Terzo. “I’m ready. Let’s get going.”

Terzo kissed me abruptly, hands cupping my cheeks before he pulled away with a wry smile on his face.

“Questa è la mia ragazza…” He purred, eyes warm, before he knocked on the window and the ghoul opened the door.

The crowd goes wild when Terzo steps out of the limo, shrieks from men and women alike. I shrank back slightly before Terzo, who suddenly seemed emblazoned by the attention. He worked the crowd, throwing his arms up and laughing, before remembering why we were there and turning back to me. He offered me his hand as I stepped out of the limo, suddenly the flash of a few cameras going off in my face. I tried not to shrink from them and kept my head held high as Terzo tucked my hand in the crook of his arm. He waved with his free hand, joking and laughing at the people calling for him. I caught the eye of a few people, the looks not the kindest in my direction.

“Papa Emeritus, over here!” One photographer called out, catching my attention before the flash went off in my eyes. “What’s with the nun?”

“Ah, this my friend is my Pri-…mi scusi, my Sisters of Sin.” He crooned, almost forgetting what Imperator had said about waiting till after the meeting to introduce me to the public. “She is a dear companion for the long flight, along with Cardinale Copia here.”

“I’ll be your companion, Papa!” A woman cried out and for the first time I felt an angry pang of jealousy in my belly. I felt Terzo’s grip on my arm tighten and I looked at him, his eyes were hard and I knew he was telling me to let it go.

“Sorella…” Copia’s voice caught my attention as he held out his hand to me, grateful for his sudden lifeline. I slipped from Papa’s arm and into Copia’s instead as he and I headed inside, the crowd absorbed in Terzo’s magnetic energy.

Once inside we were directed to follow a stewardess to our private flight lounge while they finished readying the jet for us. There were a few couches and a little snack bar set up. I threw myself on the couch as Copia brought me over a hot tea, his face was soft and I smiled at him.

“Thank you, how long do you think he’ll be out there for?” I sighed, sipping the warm tea as Copia took his Biretta off and sat next to me.

“Not too long, but he does love working the crowd…especially so close to a ritual tour.” He chuckled, looking out of the windows that faced out towards the take off lane. “He has a talent, no?”

“He does…I wouldn’t ever hold him back from that, he knows that right?” I mumbled, staring at the cup in my hands. I felt Copia’s fingers slip under my chin and he tilted me back to look at him.

“Being jealous does not suit you, Topolino.” Copia teased, his thumb reaching to play with my bottom lip. I shivered slightly at the look in his eyes. “Maybe I should distract you from those thoughts, si?”

“Copia…” I sighed, leaning forward slightly as his eyes floated from my face to my lips, his tongue slipping out to wet his own.

He pressed his lips against mine softly, hand coming to tenderly cup my face before heat bled into our kiss. I scrambled to put the tea cup down on the table in front of the sofa as Copia’s hands moved to my hips, tugging me into his lap. I settled with my legs on either side of his hips, hands tangling in his hair as he deepened our kiss with his tongue. I felt him coax my own past my parted lips, sucking slightly on the wet muscle as his tongue caressed against mine. I gasped as he tugged my habit off my head, tossing it aside. My hair spilled out and he hummed in pleasure as one of his hands tangled in my hair and tugged me against him while his other hand rolled my hips against his. I whimpered into his open mouth, a shudder running down my spine as I ground against his hardening cock.

“Copia…” I panted, eyes hooded as I locked on his missmatched gaise. Someone behind us cleared their throat before speaking.

“First the champagne, now this.” Terzo chuckled as I leapt from Copia’s lap back to my seat on the couch. My face was on fire and I gave him a meek smile. “Honestly, I cannot leave you two alone for more than five minutes. How come you keep forgetting about your Papa, eh?”

I couldn’t stop laughing even when Terzo crashed his lips to mine, playfully shoving Copia over on the sofa.

…

I’d been on planes and flights before my time at the abbey, but I’d never been on anything like the Clergy’s private jet. This was a whole other space compared to the simple JetBlue flights I’d taken in the past.

All the interior fabrics were a soft cream color, the seats made of leather, and the accent was a deep red. The wood surfaces were a deep and rich dark wood that looked almost black. When we boarded the plane the stewardess, who happened to be a sibling, gave us a quick tour. She let us know there was a private bedroom on the back half of the jet should anyone prefer to lay down for our long flight. In the main section of the jet was a little conference table with four chairs, towards the front of the plane was where the galley and crews sleeping quarters. Before that however was a little sitting area with a couch against the windows and another smaller sofa along the middle, a TV on a riser was on the opposite side of the plane as the sofa.

Terzo had already ordered us a small breakfast spread; Copia and I were sitting at the small conference table while Terzo poured us each a small glass of champagne again, this time with orange juice which was how he justified it to me as a breakfast drink.

“Amore, please. We are on vacation starting now.” He teased, finally sitting at the table. “After we eat you will change into something more comfortable, you too Cardinale.”

After I scarfed down my plate of eggs and sausage that was far better than any other airline food I’d had in the past, I went and changed into something from my carry on bag. Just a simple black linen dress and I didn’t bother with shoes. When I came back out Terzo smiled, taking my hand and pulling me into his lap before kissing me quickly.

“You next Cardinale.”

Copia grumbled under his breath about pushy Papas but did what he was told. He came back wearing his read track suit and I smirked at him.

“What’s up with the track suits?” I teased as he sat in his chair, clearly full from eating as he lounged comfortably.

“I thought it would be cozy for the long flight…” He mumbled, eyes closed as he crossed his arms. He looked almost relaxed sitting there.

“I…I can’t really argue with that thought process…” I laughed, slipping out of Terzo’s lap and coming to press a kiss to Copia’s cheek. “I’m going to go take a nap, wake me up before we get there.”

“Of course, Amore.” Terzo smirked as he tiptoed away from Copia who already seemed to be asleep in his chair. Terzo followed me back to the bedroom in the rear of the jet, closing the door quietly behind him.

“You know I was serious about sleeping, Terzo?” I didn’t even look back at him, slipping into the bed and stretching out lazily. It had been a long morning and I was ready to rest.

“Si, si. You rest, I just want to spend time in your company.” His voice was smooth like silk as he slid into the bed with me, arms wrapping around my waist and pulling backwards against him. “Close your eyes, Tesoro.”

I chuckled, taking one of his hands from where they settled around me and tangled our fingers together, pressing a kiss to the top of his hand. It was quiet for a little while, just the sound of our breathing as I tried to fall asleep.

“Terzo..?” I whispered, wondering if he fell asleep. He shifted behind me, subtly rolling his hips against me as we spooned.

“Si?”

“What’s Italy like?”

“L'Italia è bella, Vatican City is old, older than anything you have seen here in the states. Sometimes it is like stepping back in time when you go down an alley. You can feel the history in every stone…” Terzo’s voice was rumbly in my ear, his lips almost brushing against the soft skin of my earlobe. “Ma io preferisco le coste, little seaside towns that do not know anything about you but treat you like familia.”

“It sounds wonderful,” I sighed sleepily as he pressed a soft kiss to my neck. “We should take some time to explore the sights and those little towns.”

“Oh Tesoro, I have plans for us and the Cardinale…” Terzo chuckled, a shiver sliding down my spine as his hand came to grip my hip possessively. “You are mine, Sorella. I will not let il clero dei vecchi invidiosi take you away from me…”

I whimpered as he pressed against me, dragging my skirts up so he could brush his silk gloved hands against my skin. I arched back against him and he groaned into my ear, the sound causing goosebumps to break out across my skin. His arm slid under my head, curling around my throat as his hand covered my mouth to muffle the gasp that slipped out as his other hand cupped my core.

“Careful, Bella, we do not want to wake Cardinale do we?” He chuckled, hand pulled away from my mouth long enough to pull his gloves off before his warm hand settled around my throat.

Terzo’s fingers settled on my pulse points under my jaw, arching my neck back towards him. I whimpered as I caught the look on his face out of the corner of my eye, his fingers finally slipping between my legs again. He teased me, fingers gently caressing my cunt and causing me to shudder against him. I could feel his cock against my ass and I rolled my hips against him.

“Ah, ah. Sorella.” His fingers, which had just started to dip into my soaked underwear, paused and I groaned in frustration. “Let Papa take care of you…”

He slowly pushed my underwear down my legs, tossing them behind him, and lifted my leg to rest over his hip. I arched my back to give him a better angle and my arm came up to caress his cheek, Terzo pushing against my hand like a cat. His middle finger slid into my wet slit teasingly slowly as he slid the digit up and down but barely brushed my clit. I gasped and rolled my hips as best as I could to search for more friction. Ever slowly he slipped his pointer finger in as well, the pads of his fingers slick as he dipped into my entrance before swirling around my clit. I moaned loudly and Terzo’s hand slapped over my mouth, I could feel his chest rumbling against my back with barely contained laughter. His fingers teased the little bundle of nerves while my hips ground against him.

“Pazienza, Amore…” He purred, tongue darting out to caress my sensitive neck. I whimpered and arched back against him. I was desperate for more of him, to feel his skin on mine.

Terzo must have known this because he kept edging me towards my orgasm before taking away the pressure and teasing me instead. I was panting behind his hand, my hips rolling and shuddering as my legs twitched, I could feel tears of frustration gathering in my eyes and I wrapped my hand around his wrist, digging my nails into his skin. He hissed at the feeling, grinding against my ass, and pulling me by the hand on my face against him tightly. I writhed against him, moaning his name into his hand.

“Sei stata una brava ragazza, Tesoro.” He crooned sweetly, fingers finally spreading up as he circled my clit roughly. “Do not make me punish you, si?”

I whined and he moved his hand from my mouth, gasping in the fresh air.

“Beg for it, Sorella.” He hissed, suddenly slipping his now free hand from my face to slip to fingers into my cunt without warning. I moaned before shoving my fist in my mouth to muffle the sound.

“Please, Terzo please.” I cried, reaching back to slip my fingers into his hair and tug him closer than I thought possible as he sucked and nipped at my neck.

“Who do you belong to, Amore?” He hissed, tone reminding me of Copia and I shuddered at the thought of them both taking me like this.

“Y-you!” I whimpered, the heat pooling in my belly so close to over spilling as the tears spilled from my eyes. “You and Copia.”

“Mmh, soon Sorella.” He purred. “You have been such a good girl for Papa…”

“Please, Terzo I-I can’t…” My legs were shaking and I was trying to hold off my orgasm but it was like fighting off a bear. I was in a losing battle, rolling my hips against his cock and begging. “I ca-…”

“Now, Amore.”

My orgasm ripped through me, Terzo’s fingers thrusting into me lazily as I rode his hand through the aftershocks. I felt like I was floating, eyes squeezed shut tightly, as I buried my face in the pillows to try and muffle my moan as best as I could. One of Terzo’s hands gripped my hips roughly, pulling me back to grind against him as he grunted and growled in my ear. I felt a shiver run down my spine at the sound.

“…una brava ragazza,” He groaned into my ear, pulling the lobe into his mouth as I lay there boneless. His hands wandered up from my waist to cup my breasts, rolling and pinching my nipples through my clothes. I gasped, arching against him, and shuddered at the overstimulation. “Voglio fotterti in questo materasso... finché non potrai camminare dritto.”

“Terzo…” I groaned, eyes closed as I took in the feeling of him rutting against me. “Use me…”

“This does not seem like a nap, Topolino…”

Copia’s smug voice startled me, I tried to sit up to look at him but Terzo pinned me down to the mattress. He had taken my wrists and pinned them above my head as he turned me onto my front. He pushed my legs till I was on my knees, head pressing into the pillow but turned to look out the window.

“The fault is all mine, Cardinale.” Terzo chuckled, his hands pushing the skirt of my dress up and over my bare hips. Without my underwear I felt exposed to the two other men in the room, squirming slightly as I attempted to squeeze my thighs together. “I could not help myself, Sorella is just so deliziosa when she squirms, si?”

I looked up slightly as I felt silk wrap around my wrists, Terzo winking at me as he tied them together before looping it around a little hand rail I hadn’t noticed about the bed. My cheeks flushed as he tested the strength of the knot, leaning to press a soft kiss to my wrist.

“Vorresti partecipare, cardinale?” Terzo’s voice was cheery as I turned my head to watch them standing at the edge of the bed. I squirmed as I watched Terzo tug off his papal suit, hurrying to slip out of his pants as he sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m sure Sorella would not mind your attention, no?”

Both men looked at me and I blushed before nodding my head, eyes unable to keep locked on their heated gaze. A soft crack echoed before the burst of pain on my bottom registered, Copia’s gloved hand softly brushing against the sting to soothe the pain.

“Speak up, Sorella.” Copia’s voice was hard but he had a smirk on his face as I gasped out a yes. “Do you want me to join you?”

“Y-yes Sir.” I whimpered, arching back against his hand as he caressed my stinging skin. “Please…”

Copia chuckled before shedding his track suit jacket and coming to sit right next to me on the bed, his hands now bare as he tilted my head back to look at him. He lounged casually, legs crossed with a smug look on his face.

“Impress me and maybe I will let you put my cock in your mouth, hm?” He purred, pressing a soft kiss to my temple as I panted.

“Yes, Sir.”

I felt the bed shift and turned to look over my shoulder, glancing at Terzo as he gripped my hips tightly and grinded against me. Copia snatched my chin, turning me to look back at him.

“Eyes on me, Sorella.” He purred, caressing my cheek softly.

I felt Terzo lean over me slightly, curling around my body as he teased my cunt with the head of his cock. I shuddered, rolling my hips backwards before he sunk into me, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he pressed on my shoulders. I sank even lower on the bed as Terzo curled around me, his hands settling on either side of my outstretched arms as he pulled out and thrusted back in with a quick snap of his hips. I bit my lower lips, holding back the moan fought to spill free, as I felt Copia’s thumb brush against my bottom lip.

“Look at me, Stellina…” His tone was low and I felt my cheeks flush as I tried to keep my eyes on his. “Penso che il nostro topolino si stia consumando, Papa.”

I felt the rumble in Terzo’s chest as he pressed against me, rocking his hips against mine at a torturously slow pace. My hands gripping at nothing as I cried out. Terzo’s teeth scraped against the sensitive skin of my neck, biting down and making me shudder against him before he groaned in my ear.

“Sfortunatamente per lei, non ho ancora finito con lei…” He hissed, hand coming to wrap around my throat as he started to rock against me more aggressively.

I writhed under him, my eyes locked on Copia’s mismatched gaze as he watched us. My face was on fire as his breathing grew harsh and he shifted slightly, the tent in his trousers more obvious to me since it was right in front of my face. I felt like my mouth was watering at the thought of him in my mouth at this moment, with Terzo taking me from behind like an animal. My hand fought at the silk bondage as I desperately longed to touch them, I whined as I felt Terzo squeeze my throat slightly.

“You are mine, Sorella.” He grunted, punctuating his words with particularly hard snaps of his hips. I gasped, turning to peek at him behind me as he hit a spot inside me that made me see stars. “No, scusami, sei nostro...ours.”

I couldn’t even formulate a response, the heat and tension behind my belly button pulling tightly as Terzo fucked me and Copia looked at me with a heated smirk. I panted and gasped as Copia’ thumb slipped past my open lips and into my mouth. His thumb brushed against my tounge and I whimpered as he gripped my jaw, Terzo’s grip still strong on my hip and throat as he fucked me.

“Suck, Sorella.” Copia’s voice was thick with desire, eyes hooded as he brushed his thumb against my wet muscle.

I didn’t have to be told twice. I sucked and curled my tongue around his thumb like it was his cock, giving my best performance as Terzo’s thrusts picked up speed. His grip on my hip was hard enough I was sure I would be bruised by the time we landed. I whimpered as Terzo pressed more of his weight to pin me in place, leaning forward to whisper in my ear.

“Cosa direbbe il consiglio se potessero vederti adesso, sorella?” What would the council say if they could see you now, sister? Terzo’s voice was tight as he began to pound into me, his hand on my hip slipping between my legs and teasing my clit. I cried out, Copia slipping his finger even deeper into my mouth and tilting me to lock eyes with him again. “Così bisognosi e alla mercé delle mie mani, hm?” So needy and at the mercy of my hands, hm?

“Penso che dovrà chiedere il rilascio, eh Papa?” I think she'll have to beg for release, eh Papa? Copia chuckled, eyes locked on mine. His thumb slipped out of my mouth and he gripped my chin tightly, leaning forward to barely let our lips brush as he spoke to me. “Go on, Sorella…beg.”

I felt the tears pooling on my cheeks before I registered I'd started crying. Terzo’s fingers teasing me right to the edge of my orgasm before pulling away and starting again. I felt like I was going mad between the two of them and I whimpered while I rolled my hips back against Terzo.

“Please, Papa…” I mumbled, attempting to pull my face from Copia’s grip as my cheeks burned.

“Ah, ah, Amore…I want to hear you beg.” Terzo’s voice was husky as he curled around me, hand squeezing my throat tight enough to make me gasp. “Beg for it.”

“Please…p-please! I-I can’t hold on anymore.” I cried, hands fisting the binding as I gasped as Terzo flattened his whole body against mine.

He thrusted wildly, the sound of wet skin on skin obscenely loud in the quiet room. His fingers flicked against my clit aggressively and I shuddered against him, legs wobbling as I tried to support my weight.

“Now, Amore.” Terzo grunted before biting down on the spot where my neck met my shoulder, I practically shreaked his name as I came undone under him. “Vieni per me…”

I was gasping, writhing and tugging at my restraints while Copia never took his eyes off my face, his free hand palming himself over his trousers. Terzo’s hips snapped a few more times before he buried himself as deep as he could, cock twitching inside of me as he also found his pleasure in my body. He collapsed on top of me, both of us panting and gasping as we tried to catch our breath, and I felt my eyes droop slightly. I was perfectly boneless, a silly small smile on my face as I felt Copia brush the hair from my face as Terzo pressed soft kisses to my bare shoulders, mumbling how I had been such a good girl. I felt Copia’s hands brush against my own as he untied my restraints and rubbed at my wrists.

“It seems you have fully worn her out, Terzo.” Copia chuckled darkly. I watched as he moved to slip his hand into Terzo’s hair and tug him slightly. “Now how will I take care of this?”

Copia gestured vaguely to his crotch and I felt a shutter go through me as I watched the heated gaise traded between the two men. Terzo, suddenly full of more energy, slipped from the bed to the floor between Copia’s legs.

“I can think of ways to repay you, Cardinale…” He purred, reaching forward to untie his tracksuit trousers.

…

It was daytime again when we finally arrived in Italy.

Eventually we were able to get some sleep, though I still felt exhausted. Though according to Terzo that feeling was part of the reward of joining the Mile High Club. We had dressed back in our formal robes, Copia in his red cassock and I was in my sister of sin robes and habit. Terzo however decided he needed a change of outfit since he was on vacation. He wore a pink button up dress shirt, white vest and trousers. When he stepped out of the bedroom, dramatically sliding on a pair of sunglasses I had to hold back my giggle.

“You like, Amore?” He purred, coming to spin me around and shake his head. “You should dress in something more fetching, you are beyond this uniform you wear.”

“I know but…its something I feel the most comfortable in,” I shrugged looking back at Copia who was waiting for us to disembark the plane. “Besides I’d like to give the council some sort of good impression before they see me act like a degenerate with you two…”

The stewardess opened the door and bowed slightly to us as we stepped out into the sunshine. She hadn’t been able to look at me all morning and I had a feeling that she knew exactly what had happened in the back of the plane over the course of our flight. I mumbled a quick thank you and good-bye before stepping out and letting my eyes adjust to the sun as I looked out over the tarmac.

There was a black carpet that was rolled from the steps down from the plane to one of three black SUVs waiting for us. All three had ghouls sitting in the driver seat, silver masks glinting in the sun. In front of the waiting cars was a small welcoming party of sorts. There were three cardinals, all dressed identical to Copia besides the one in the middle who wore a little black lace shawl over his caplet. Behind them were four sisters of sin who wore a similar robe to mine, theirs however had a high leg slit.

The cardinal with the black lace shawl stepped forward as we came down the stairs, a wolffish smile on his face as he took Terzo’s outstretched hand and kissed his knuckles with a bow.

“Buongiorno, Cardinales.” Terzo’s face looked like he was welcome in old friends but I could tell by his tone that he was tense. “Sorellas…”

The gaggle of Sisters shifted slightly, a giggle rumbling through them and I had to fight my urge to roll my eyes. Terzo reached out to me and took my hand, tucking me close to him. Copia also stepped close to us, standing to my side with his arms behind his back and practically glaring at the Cardinals.

“Welcome, Papa, to Vatican City. I have taken the liberties to make sure to make the same preparations we did last time you blessed us with a visit.” The black shawl cardinal spoke, eyes lingering longer on me that I thought would be appropriate as he gestured behind him towards the Sisters of Sin.

“Ah…t-that won’t be necessary Cardinale Veritas.” Terzo laughed awkwardly as he scratched at the back of his neck. Two of the four sisters behind Veritas pouted and I couldn’t help turning to Terzo with a dark expression on my face, he looked away quickly and was unable to meet my eyes.

I turned my eire to the man in front of us. Cardinal Veritas wasn’t a bad looking man, no you could have almost called him handsome. His face was angular and sharp, lips full and pouty, and he had a curious look about his eyes. He was tall with long blond hair that had been pulled back into a low ponytail with his biretta perched perfectly on his head. But something about his demeanor I didn’t trust, he looked almost too pleased to be here with us as he surveyed us. His dark gaze settled on Copia, his face contorting to give the other man a dark look before he spoke.

“Cardinale Copia, you look much changed since you last left us.”

“I suppose there have been many changes since we last spoke, Veritas.” Copia’s glare was glacial, a small shiver running down my spine as I watched him size up the taller man.

Veritas, seeming to know Copia quite well, shrugged slightly before turning to me. A dark look passed over his aristocratic features before he smiled at me like a predator would play with their food. His hand snagged mine before I could react, leaning forward to press a kiss to my knuckles as he bowed to me.

“…and this must be our supposed Prime Mover.” Veritas purred and I had to fight the urge to roll my eyes.

“I didn’t realize that there was any doubt on who I was, Cardinal.” I countered, a plastic smile on my lips as I snatched my hand back.

“The council just wants to verify the claim and your ability to fulfill it, that is all Sister. I mean no harm.”

“I’m sure.” My voice was dripping with sarcasm as I lost the battle to keep my eyes from rolling. I saw Copia and Terzo exchange a look, both companions fighting back smiles.

“We’ve had quite a long flight, I for one would like to settle in and freshen up before this evening.” I spoke with as much commanding energy as I could muster, straightening my back and doing my best Imperator impression.

“Of course Sister, please let the Sisters of Sin escort you to your vehicle. Gentleman, follow me.” Veritas backed off, gesturing to the SUV in the middle for me to follow as he started to escort my companions to the first vehicle.

“Ah, mi scusi…I had thought to ride with Sorella…” Copia’s voice was firm, leaving no room for debate as he took my hand and began to tug me in the direction of the black SUV.

“I see…” Vertias’ voice was low with what seemed like thinly veiled anger. I turned to watch Terzo side step the cardinal and smile brightly.

“Chiedo scusaas… I had also plans to ride with Sorella as well, Cardinale.” Terzo laughed, sliding his aviator sunglasses back up the bridge of his nose as he playfully smacked Veritas on the shoulder and he jogged slightly to join back up with us.

The three of us piled into the car and once the door was shut the ghoul in the front didn’t even hesitate to drive off. I looked out the window as we drove away, my gaze locked on Cardinal Veritas. His dark eyes held a barely contained rage that made me shutter, our gaze locked till we passed by the group and he was out of sight.

#Ghost #The band ghost #cardinal copia x reader #papa emeritus x reader #terzo x reader #terzo x copia #copia x reader #copia x reader x terzo #cardinal copia #papa terzo #terzo emeritus #Ghost fanfiction #my writing #Sinners in Secret Chapters

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mutogamingco · 11 months

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Five Comfort Characters, Five Tags

Tagged by: @keithhoward

1. Yuugi Mutou - To the surprise of no one, as I write him here AND cosplay him. Not to mention I draw him so often in my sketchbook. I think I just latched onto him when I was first into the series as a kid and when I found out everything he went through that the DM anime and dub did not cover, I identified with him even more because of my own experiences with bullying. Not nearly as bad as his thank goodness, but bad enough that I needed to see that someone could come through it all and still be so kind. I love him so much, and he’s helped me through the darkest times in my life, re-entering it again when I needed him the most. As much as I did not like how the series ended, in the end with DSOD coming out around the time I returned to the fandom, exploring the character in grief helped me with my own. Cosplaying him at conventions also boosted my self esteem in ways I didn’t expect and it’s my most comfortable cosplay. It’s uncanny, but I notice the difference in how I feel about myself when dressed up, maybe because I was that kid that always admired alternative fashion but was never allowed to experiment with it.

2. Oz Vessalius & Gilbert Nightray - These two are a package deal and I will not separate them. I have cosplayed Oz in the past and he is the first cosplay I put together all on my own for my first anime convention. Again, there are aspects of his character I relate to on a deep, personal level, and I got very attached to him. Both of these guys need hugs. Oz may seem like a brand of mischievous sunshine, but there is darkness and sadness behind it., and his growth as a character is special to me. For Gilbert, it is a similar attachment, and I have RP’d as him in the past in private chats. His devotion to the people he loves is something to be admired, and he and Oz complement each other perfectly.In his words, it is not the light that connects him to Oz, but their shadows. I carried the first two volumes of Pandora Hearts in my bag every day in high school, and these two are on those covers. It quickly became my favorite manga and I still am not over it. Revisiting old AMVs/MMVs send me right back down the rabbit hole of when I first found the series at 17. The art drove me to work hard on my skills in order to do them justice, and the CLOTHES!!!! Just...mmm so gorgeous~~

3. Mistoffelees - I’m a theater kid at heart and it started with CATS. When I was about four PBS aired the 1998 recording in a special premiere and my mom let me stay up past my bedtime to watch it. She put out a mattress on the floor so we could both lay on it, and she was sure I would fall asleep halfway through. I was awake for the entire thing, enchanted, and my favorite was Magical Mr. Mistoffelees. She bought the VHS tape and I played it all the time, fast-forwarding to my favorite parts and spending lots of time trying to copy the dance moves. It’s a show I know a lot of history and random trivia about and I go see it live every chance I get. I love all of the characters for different reasons so I could argue for several of them being on my comfort character list, but Misto is the first I fixated on and it’s no wonder why. A small black cat that sparkles and does magic? What’s there not to love? Especially now that in the updated version of the show he covers himself, and the entire stage with rainbows and the big, plot relevant magic trick has been updated to a more impressive level. Only the strongest dancers are cast to play the role and every one I have seen live nailed it. (Also, he is one of the multiple queer-coded characters in the show and has been the face of all of the marketing since the revival in 2016.) He is another character I sketch a lot, because I love the character design I came up with in my style and would love to write him sometime.

4. Martin the Warrior - The character whose book ignited my love of reading as that was the point I discovered my favorite genre of books. I seem to gravitate towards characters that life is cruel to, but they come through it all and achieve greatness. There’s a reason the Redwall fandom affectionately calls him “Mouse Jesus”, as though there is no organized religion in the books, he is essentially a warrior saint and spirit guardian of the abbey he helped to build. Even with his pain, impulsiveness, and affliction of the Bloodwrath, he is a kind and devoted friend who will die fighting to save others so they may live in peace. He also has a found family that fills me with the warm fuzzies. Even in death, he is there as a friend who call Redwall home, and kin to those who hear the call to defend it. He may be just a mouse, but he never sat idle when there was something he could do in the face of adversity. Even as I revisit the books, and play a TTRPG themed after them, each and every time he makes an appearance I get such a thril! The fact he also offers help in the form of puzzles and riddles is also dear to my heart. I know there is one I can buy that is gorgeously designed, but now that I have a few beginner looms I want to take a crack at weaving a miniature version of his tapestry depiction myself, and I want to make a prop of his sword as well.

5. Matthias of Redwall - I considered cheating again and adding him to Martin’s ranking (because HA if you know, you know) but I decided not to. The book he first appears in was the first published, and though it is different in tone to a lot of the others as the author made some changes on how the world worked, his hero’s journey is one I know like the back of my hand. The animated show that was on PBS made quite a few changes but I still watched the episodes I own on DVD a ton and he just lives in my head rent free as THE Redwall mouse. If I draw a mouse wearing a green habit it’s most likely him. This kid had to work his tail off to become the warrior he was chosen to be by the end and the payoff is incredible, especially when listening to the audiobook (Marc Jacques and his distinct voice acting is a joy to listen to, at least for me!). He’s a freaking adorable, bumbling, ambitious young mouse and reading as he grows with each challenge is a joy for me. I think I enjoyed him even more as a character in the sequel, Mattimeo, because it’s unusual for a middle grade book to focus so much on adult characters--and he is a fully grown adult as he has a son who is coming of age. He grew into his role as Abbey Warrior so naturally and brought Martin’s story full circle in a way I did not realize on my first read and GAAAH I love it so much. I think if there is one thing I am sad about, is that none of the books featured him (or Martin for that matter) in their respective sunset years, which would have been interesting to compare.

Tagging: @lil-kissy @hisahku @sennenpharaoh @better-name-for-rp-blog @iilahalzili

#long post #ooc #dash games #don't mind me as I gush over my faves

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bookishgalaxies · 4 months

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐮𝐳 𝐍𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐚

summary: When Luz Noceda gets her Hogwarts acceptance letter in the mail, she was over the moon. Little did she know that a Hogwarts acceptance letter meant more than just the chance to learn magic.

pairings: luz noceda x amity blight, hunter x willow park, and eda clawthorne x raine whispers

type: ongoing story, updated 1.8.24

warnings: none

a/n: been twirling this idea around in my head for awhile, finally decided to write it.

Luz Noceda had no idea that her day was about to brighten and her life was going to change. The walk home from her mom’s place of work was like every other; filled with trees and quaint looking houses. The summer air was fresh and for once the sky wasn’t just bright blue, but partially covered with clouds. Luz knew her house was near when she saw the familiar sidewalk chalk scribblings her neighbour’s had made of unicorns and dragons flying through the air. She approved of the colourful palette and crazy style used by the nine year old artists. Luz would give anything for her life to be filled with adventure, colour, and chaos.

Arriving home, Luz propped her bike against the front porch and opened the door, being careful not to step on the mail that had been dropped through the slot on the house door. Running upstairs to put her satchel and jacket down, she came back down to place the mail on the kitchen counter for her mom. Luz wouldn’t have taken any interest in the mail if it wasn’t for the fact that she spotted her name in the stack of envelopes and brochures. Her name was written in a beautiful cursive with forest green coloured ink.

The letter was in a cream coloured envelope, closed by a crimson wax seal. Luz spent at least three minutes tracing the crest that had been stamped into the wax in wonder. Finally deciding to break the seal, she pulled out the letter and almost collapsed.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Hieronymus Bump (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Luz Noceda,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Eda Clawthorne Deputy Headmistress

Luz had no words, what kind of main character event was this? Was she going to be the next chosen one? The next hero burdened with glorious purpose? It was all unclear, but she knew at the very least she needed to figure out what Hogwarts was and who this ultra-powerful Principal Bump guy could be. Her brain was already five steps ahead of her, forgetting about the fact that the letter could have been a fluke or a sales tactic.

She went straight to the best source for all research topics that were oddly specific: Wikipedia. The article for Hogwarts was long, which Luz considered to be a good thing. It meant more information and possible lore.

After scrolling, drawing, and pondering for a while, Luz had a scribbled guide and a bike route mapped. A quick note was scribbled on the back of a coupon booklet that read:

Be home by dinner, I went out on a bike ride. Love you mami!

Finally arriving at the place Wikipedia had described as “a run-down bar named The Leaky Cauldron”, Luz locked her bike against a light post and ventured inside of the place that looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in years.

Stepping into the pub was an experience Luz could have lived without. It smelled strongly of alcohol with an undertone of damp dust. It was bustling with people in robes that looked to be decades old. Luz scanned the room with determination to find someone who looked remotely in charge. Finally settling on approaching the old man sitting by the bar who looked like he had potential to be wise.

“I need directions to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry please!” Luz stated, proudly holding up her acceptance letter to the school.

The old man looked at her quizzically, then laughed a breathless laugh. He was balled and hunched over in a chair, as if he was barely holding on to life. He pointed to a man with a soft face sitting at a table across the room and yelled to him.

“Longbottom! Show the muggle-born to Diagon Alley!” The man, known as Longbottom, whipped his head around, nearly falling out of his chair.

He got up and said something to the white haired lady sitting across from him before making his way over to Luz. He bore a “Hi, my name is:” name tag on top of his knitted sweater. Luz read that his first name was Neville,

“Are you a real wizard? Can you do magic? Do you have a wand?” Luz bombarded him with questions the second he was close enough to hear her.

“I-yes, my wand is uhm,” he he held up the stick-like object and showed it to Luz “I was never one for flashy spells though. Always was better with plants.”

Luz looked in amazement at the wand that was held out in front of her. Her eyes flicking up to his, she nearly jumped when she said.

“Show me where I need to go to get one of those!”

Neville spoke to her as he lead her to the back of The Leaky Cauldron. He told her about where they were going, how it was full of magical stores. Instructing her to pull out her list of items attached to her letter.

“So we aren’t going to Hogwarts?” Luz asked, her voice taking on a bit of disappointment.

“You won’t ride the train to Hogwarts until September 1st. Right now, I’m taking you to Diagon Alley.” Neville replied, tapping a series of bricks with his wand.

Luz squealed with excitement as she saw the bricks magically unfold. The pitch of the squeal causing the man to briefly place his hand over his ears. She ran past him into the bustling street and stopped to take it all in.

Shops lining the street with intriguing names like 2nd Hand Brooms and Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. Each of there’s signs hanging having a different shape and colour. At the end of the alley there loomed a large building with a statue of a dragon sitting atop of it. Luz let her mind wonder if anyone had ever climbed on top of the building and sat on the dragon?

“Luz! Over here!” Mr. Longbottom called, waving her forward.

The next few hours could only be described as pure bliss for Luz. Trading her muggle money for nice wizard coins, trying on robes that made her feel like a true witch, and picking out the right quill in which she would be doing all her writing with.

Luz was completely mesmerised with her wand. The multicoloured, eight inch stick with a phoenix feather core was now her most prized possession. Ollivander, the ancient wand shop keeper, had handed it to her with a warning. Telling her to not get her hopes up since phoenix feather wands are picky about their owners.

She followed the instructions the shopkeeper gave her for casting a simple illumination spell. The light that came from the end of the wand could only be described as radiant. Luz swore she couldn’t see for a split second afterward. Seemingly from Ollivander’s expression, he hadn’t been expecting that.

“Did I do something wrong?” Luz asked nervously.

She didn’t know what the right wand was supposed to feel like. She did know, however, that she wanted all her magic to feel like what it just felt like: natural. She was delighted when the white-haired man looked at her and spoke in a knowledgeable tone.

“The wand chooses the wizard Ms. Noceda. That one has chosen you.”

Luz almost combusted out of excitement right then. Putting the wand back in its box and giving Ollivander the appropriate amount of money, Luz strides out of the shop with the largest smile on her face.

“So what kind of wand ended up choosing you?” Neville asked as he walked with her back down Diagon Alley.

“I think the wand maker said it was made of Phoenix feather?” Luz recalled

“I knew a kid in my day with a wand like that. He was quite the hero.” Neville commented

Luz’s stomach made a sound that could only be compared to a roll of thunder. Thinking back on her day, she remembered she hadn’t eaten since the late breakfast of cinnamon waffles she had with her mom. Luz had a funny way of forgetting to eat when she became hyper focused or busy.

After Neville heard this he offered to take her to the best ice cream shop the wizarding world has to offer. Of course Luz delightfully obliged. Feeling her mouth water as they entered into the shop with tables and chairs scattered throughout the place.

Sitting down, she felt her phone buzz in her pocket. She almost declined the call before she realised it was her mother, then quickly answered it. Greeting her mother, hoping her mom wouldn’t sense the bit of nervousness in her voice. Her mom talked for about a minute or two about how she would be running late and wouldn’t be home until around 7:00. Telling Luz to not wait if she wanted to make dinner for herself and giving a swift goodbye.

Holding the phone to her ear for just a second longer before her mother hung up, Luz locked eyes with someone. That someone being a green haired girl who looked around Luz’s age with enchanting golden eyes. The eye contact was brief however, as a woman that resembled the girl stormed out of the shop. Luz assumed the beautiful girl was her daughter as she scurried off after her.

Placing her phone back into her pocket, she took the ice cream Mr. Longbottom had bought her. It was pink with chunks of what looked like strawberry in it. Tasting it, Luz decided she never wanted to eat any other ice cream again. Even wizard ice cream was delicious! Much better than the ice cream that her mother always bought from the market. It was creamy and sweet with the perfect amount of strawberry flavour.

She spoke with Neville for a bit about his life and what Howard’s was like. He told her he taught Herbology at the school and was looking forward to seeing her around the castle. Telling her to keep her eager and curious spirit. He offered to introduce her to the divination teacher, who happened to be his wife. Luz liked her name, Luna Lovegood, it had a nice ring to it. She asked question after question until she observed the sun starting to set, realising it was time for her to head home.

Bidding Neville a goodbye and a thank you Luz set off back home with all her wizarding gear.As she unchained her bike from the lamppost outside of The Leaky Cauldron, she was happy her mom had her put a backer on it for grocery runs. It made carrying all of her home things much easier.

The evening air was crisp as Luz rode home, blowing her dark brown hair from her face. The time was 6:04 last she checked, which meant she was pushing it with getting home and putting her stuff away before her mom arrived. If wasn’t that Luz didn’t intend to tell her mom….it was just that she wanted to do it without a pile of unconventional school supplies in her arms.

Arriving home, Luz propped her bike against the front porch of her home, carrying all of her things in her arms. She could barely unlock the door without dropping anything. Closing the door with her foot, Luz raced to her room, shoving all of her things in the back of her closet. Making sure to not break a single thing and leave the books at the front of the pile so she could grab them later. September 1st was going to be an interesting day when it eventually came.

thank you so much for reading !!

remember to stay hydrated and rest well !!

#the owl house #luz noceda #luz x amity #toh luz #toh #toh au #hp✨#harry potter #amity blight #willow park #hunter toh #eda clawthorne #raine whispers #toh hooty #hooty #the owl house hooty #TMALN🪄#bookishgalaxythings🌌

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angelasscribbles · 2 years

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Royal Retribution Chapter 3: Retreat

Series: Royal Retribution

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Liam x Riley x Drake (as a throuple)

Rating: R for general reasons

Warnings: mature themes

Word Count: 1,688

A/N: Sorry it's been so long since I've updated this one. I have started, and finished, two whole series in the last few months. I have chapters for five other series in process, but for some reason, I sat down at my laptop and this is what came out. For those of you who even remember this series, here you go!

My other stuff: Master List.

“Where the hell is she?” I raged as Drake tried to calm me down.

“Hold on, I’ll talk to the clerk.”

I watched him as I paced around the waiting area that had been cleared by my guards. Alec and three other guards had followed behind us to the airport. It had taken them longer to get there, but once they did, the room had been cleared quickly. I could tell by the stormy expression on Alec’s face that he wanted to scold me about leaving without him, but he could tell by the expression on mine that it would be a bad idea.

Drake came back glowering, “They have no idea what-“ He cut off as his phone rang. Pulling it out, he answered it with a curt, “What?”

He listened for a moment then looked up at me, gloating and my heart leapt, “What is it? Where is she?”

“On her way to Ramsford.” He answered.

“How?” I asked in astonishment, the Beaumont’s had also been detained.

He held a finger up, finished his conversation then pocketed his phone with a grin, “Marco.”

“What?”

“Marco saw the commotion, saw you and I both trying to get to her. So he pulled four of his guys and they beat Bastien’s guys to the airport. He countermanded Bas’s orders telling them that he had instructions directly from the new king to take her into custody and detain her elsewhere.”

“And they bought that?”

Drake gave me an expansive shrug, “Even though he’s in a different unit, he was the highest ranking guard on the scene, so they really had no choice. He wasn’t sure the palace was safe, so he took her to Ramsford. He sent the other four guys home, so he’s the only one that knows where she is.”

I bounced up and down on the balls of my feet, brimming with glee, “Bas is going to be so pissed!”

“Yep!” Drake affirmed, “now let’s go get our girl!”

“Marco is getting a raise, a promotion, or maybe both!” I told him as we made our way back to the car.

“Yeah but….Li, we have to be very careful right now. You are technically king now, but we still don’t know whose loyalty we can trust. Not after tonight.”

He was right. I stopped walking and scanned the men behind me. I motioned for Alec, “Send the other guy’s home.”

“But sir-“

“Do it, Alec. You can ride in the car with me and Drake, but I only trust you. Do you understand?”

He pressed his lips together and gave me a steely look, then he blew out a breath and nodded, “Yeah, I get it. I don’t like it, but I get it.”

Drake and I climbed into the back of the gleaming black Devore GT, one of four I’d been talked into purchasing when Logan became my primary driver. He wasn’t wrong, the thing could outrun even the Venom GT intercepts used by, and modified for, the Cordonian State Police to patrol the motorways. My Devores were customized with full roll cages and bulletproof glass. Just in case.

As we drove, Alec and Drake strategized, “We’re going to need a couple of rank and file enlisted men that we can trust to keep their ear to the ground and see who’s siding with who. We need to know who we can and can’t trust, so we can clean house.” Drake was saying.

I pulled out my phone and put in a call to Lt. Everly, the head jailor. After giving him strict instructions to release the Beaumont’s, I called Lt. Jason Toussaint, the head of cyber security, someone I trusted implicitly because Drake did. He’d hand picked him and recruited him from the Cordonian Royal Air Force, they had served together before Drake transferred to the Royal Guard. I gave him several orders, then I placed my next call to Hana.

I desperately wanted to call Riley, but Drake informed me that Marco had made her give her phone up at the airport. We couldn’t be sure it wasn’t being traced or bugged.

“Hana, I can’t say much because I have no idea who’s listening.” I told her, “But everything is ok. I’ll explain it all when I get back. Meanwhile, you should have your things moved to my room and have anything of Riley’s that was left behind moved to Drake’s. You’ll be hearing from Lt. Jason Toussaint; he’ll bring you a new phone and the personal guard I’ve picked for you. Accept both the phone and the guard only from him, understand?”

“Yes, I understand.” She answered, “Take your time, I’m good here.”

“You’re a good friend, Hana.” I told her.

“You guys make it easy.” She said, “See you when you get home, goodbye.”

The ride to Ramsford was excruciating even though Logan broke every speed limit getting there.

I didn’t bother to knock, I barged right in like I owned the place. It’s not like Bert or Max were home yet anyway. “Riley!” I called out as I entered the foyer.

“Liam!” She hit my chest and was in my arms before I could draw in my next breath. “I knew you’d come for me!”

“I will always come for you.” I told her as I held her tight against me, the stress and anxiety in my center finally starting to uncoil as I buried my head in her hair and drew in her familiar, and comforting, scent.

“Goddamn it, Brooks, you scared the shit out of us!” Drake bellowed as he pushed his way past Alec to get in the door behind me.

“Drake!” She released me and flew into his arms.

He hugged her back about as tightly as I had, closing his eyes as he murmured, “Kardia mou.” Before dropping a kiss on the top of her head.

“So, first things first.” I told her, “I had to get engaged to Hana.”

“You….what?”

“Come, sit, let me explain.” I lead her into the formal sitting room so we could get comfortable. “Alec, make sure there are no staff around to overhear us.”

“On it, boss.” He said as he disappeared down the hallway.

I turned to the other guard, “Marco, I hope you didn’t unpack her luggage. If you did, put it back in your SUV.”

“Yes, sir, Your Majesty.” Marco gave me a grin and a salute on his way out.

Riley looked at me in surprise, “But I thought I was staying here until-“

“Absolutely not! This is the first place my father will look for you!”

“Your father? Your father is behind this?” Her face lost all its color.

“Yes, love, but don’t worry, we have a plan.” I assured her.

Drake closed the door, so it was just the three of us in the sitting room. I explained everything. Some of it even Drake hadn’t heard yet, there hadn’t been time.

When I was done, they both stared at me in horror. “Your father had your mother killed?” Riley was aghast and more than a little afraid.

“Jesus!” Drake drew a hand through his hair, “I knew he was a sadistic bastard but that….fuck, Li, I’m so sorry!”

“It’s ok-“

“It’s not!” Riley said as she moved to embrace me.

“The fuck it is!” Drake said at the same time, pulling me into an embrace from the other side.

I almost drew away, there wasn’t time for this. I had to get her somewhere safe. But the feeling of relief and comfort I felt there, wedged between the two of them, the love I could feel coming off them both in waves, overwhelmed me. I didn’t deserve it, there was nothing I’d ever done to possibly deserve either one of them, yet there they were, loving me. I couldn’t help it. I broke down a little. I cried softly into Drake’s chest while Riley pressed her body against my back.

“Sorry.” I mumbled when I finally got myself together, turning toward Riley.

“Don’t be sorry.” She told me softly as she ran a hand along my face.

“Never be sorry for having a heart, Li.” Drake echoed her sentiments as he rubbed a hand across my back.

“Riley, I have to ask…” I drew in a deep breath, not wanting to ask, but knowing I had to, “Are you sure you want to be with me? I know you love me, but this is more baggage than you signed up for. More than anyone should have to endure. If you want out, I won’t blame you, I won’t hold it against you. I can have the royal jet ready within the-“

“Liam.”

“What?”

“Shut. Up.” She grasped my face in both her hands and pulled me into a kiss. A long, lingering, passionate kiss. “I love you. I’m all in. No matter what.”

“But you will be in danger until we can-“

“I’m not going to lie and say I’m not afraid, but he only wants to stop you from marrying me, right? I mean, if he wanted me dead, he could have just killed me instead of going to the trouble to frame me, right?”

“She has a point, Li.” Drake agreed. “As long as you keep up the ruse of being engaged to Hana, Riley should be safe.”

I nodded as I wiped my face across my sleeve, “Right. But still, we need to take precautions and be proactive. He also wanted her out of the country, and we forestalled that. He doesn’t like being thwarted.”

“Agreed. That’s why we’re moving her.”

Riley looked back and forth between us, “So where-“

There was a knock on the door, Marco stuck his head in, “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but the Beaumont’s are on their way home and Bas has sent guards with them to look for Lady Riley here.”

I jumped to my feet and pulled her up with me, “Just get in the car, I’ll explain on the way.”

As we rushed her out to the car, I muttered to Drake through gritted teeth, “Bas is so fucking fired!”

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monstergoblin · 1 year

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The Owl Pirates Chapter Two

First Chapter Tumblr Link HERE

Posted First On A03 Here

It’ll be updated on A03 first and might take me a bit to get to updating it here as I always seem to forget about my tumblr. <3 At this point in time the A03 has 5 chapters posted

Summary:

First days are hard

Trigger Warnings Always read safe: Depression, Suicidal thoughts, Pushing down feelings, Overworking self to ignore feelings, Child Abuse (Belos is a bitch okay), Gaslighting, Self Gaslighting, Manipulation, Injuries

Notes: I want to say one more time Hunter is going to have thoughts of killing himself these first few chapters. He is very expresso depresso

Chapter 2: The Empty Shell of an Ex-Navy Boy

He was awfully quiet. Luz had been expecting him to fight, yell and possibly cause problems. Liliith had said he would, had called him a spoiled brat who would obey Belos’ orders to death. So why was this boy so ghost-like?

She was told to stay by his side, to be his welcoming of sorts. Luz of course jumped at the chance. She wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to learn about the mysterious stranger who had been found in the water. Even if he was rude she was so ready to break open that shell and learn about his past.

Yet, he didn’t talk. At least not yet. They only sat in the medbay for what felt like hours before Luz asked him if he wanted to walk around. He acted like he couldn’t even hear her, so she finally dragged him to his feet. Some fresh air always helped her.

Even walking around the deck as Luz introduced him to some of the crew, Hunter just quietly followed. As if on instinct.

“So mysterious navy boy, “ A nickname Luz had started about twenty minutes ago, “You met Eda, Steve, Gus and Matt.” She listed on her fingers. “Did anyone catch your eye to talk to? I can introduce you to Willow, Or King or Amity- “

“What about me!” A loud annoying voice came from above from Hooty who was perching on the ropes. He was watching them with big eager eyes.

“Of course I wouldn’t forget you Hooty.” Luz put her hands on her hips looking up at the brown owl. “This is our cursed owl Hooty!”

“I’m actually a cursed human!” Hooty remarked in a playful joking voice.

“Oh right of course you are Hooty.” Luz waved her hand dismissing it. “It's fun to scare people with him, but he doesn’t really do much around the ship.”

“I do lots around the ship!” The owl screeched.

Luz had stopped looking at Hooty to check on the blonde boy. Hunter was just blankly staring at Hooty. He didn’t care- of course he didn't care- but Luz was hoping someone would get Hunter's attention. Possibly get him to open up, but it only seemed to make him look more tired.

Maybe she needed a different approach.

“Hey” She reached out to put her hand on Hunters shoulder but he flinched slightly making her pause. The only reaction he had, and it was fear. Of course it was fear. He was a navy boy on a pirate ship.

“Why don’t we do something fun instead?” Luz offered putting her hand on her hip instead of his shoulder. “I can show you the crows nest, it’s where I usually hang out.”

She led him to the ladder even though Hunter didn’t respond. She didn’t know if he was going to follow her up the ladder, but he did. It wasn’t as high as the ropes led but Luz loved the feeling of the pure air up here. She scooched and helped Hunter up out of the Ladder before both resting at the top.

It was refreshing to be up here. She enjoyed it. Though that wasn’t important right now. Hunter was only sitting next to her, he had taken to huddling his legs close to him while leaning against the mast. Only staring down at the ship below.

He seemed miserable. No matter what Luz did.

“It’s nice up here, quiet.” Luz commented letting her legs dangle through the railings openings. “It's one of my favorite places to escape to. If you ever need to hide from the others this is a nice place to do it. “

Hunter didn’t react to anything she said.

“Hey,” Luz went to pat him on the shoulder again, this time slowly so as to not alarm him. Which seemed to be better, he still tensed under her touch. “Whatever happened to you, we just want to help.”

He was stiff now under Luzs hand, so she decided to take it away, but he didn’t relax. It was like Luz wasn’t even talking to him- because he probably didn’t want to hear it.

“I can leave you up here alone for a bit if you need.” Luz suggested. “I’ll wait at the bottom so you don't get in trouble. If you want?”

No reaction.

“Did you lose your whole ship?” Luz pried. “Was it a storm? That happens on the sea. It's not good to bottle those feelings up and I heard it's easier to talk to strangers about your problems anyway.”

Still nothing, Luz was giving up bringing one of her own legs up as to rest her arms and chin on it. Maybe he just needed some silence. Comforting someone who didn’t seem to want comfort was hard.

“Lilith.” It was almost a whisper how quiet it was.

Luz snapped her head back to Hunter who now seemed more- awake. He was sitting more upright and his eyes were wide in shock as his gaze was locked on Lilith who was leaning against the side of the ship talking to someone out of Luz’s view.

“Oh yeah, I forgot she was in the navy once.” Luz said. “Do you know her?”

Maybe that was the key to having Hunter open up better.

“What's she doing here?” Hunter's voice was higher pitched than Luz had imagined. “Are the rumors true? Did she betray Belos for her sister?”

“Well yeah who doesn’t want to betray Belos?” Luz let out a chuckle

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She wasn’t supposed to be here. She died four months ago according to the records. Her crew saw her die. The reports say that they had gone out to scout and island. Her and two others were on the dandy that had gone down. A misjudgment of tides, -no it wasn’t a mistake. It was a set up. She never died- she left on purpose.

She’s a traitor- a monster- a pirate. Hunter had been right when they captured Eda so long ago and she just escaped without reason. Lilith had been behind it. It wasn’t Hunters fault alone. There was a traitor as he suspected.

He should capture her- take her to Belos-

“He was the one who ordered your death.” Terras words haunt his head.

Maybe he was wrong. Maybe Terra was also a traitor- but she was so loyal to Belos. She always was.

That familiar burn in the back of his throat was back. He’d managed to get it to disappear for a bit. He tensed, unsure what to do now.

“Hunter?” The girl’s voice was soft.

“What” Hunter snapped his voice cracking. He had meant to sound more intimidating than that.

“Do you want to meet Lilith?” Luz asked.

Hunter didn’t want to face Luz. If he looked at the girl now he wasn’t sure he could keep the composer. He was tired of this, he didn’t know what to do. He was supposed to be dead.

Belos wanted him dead.

“No” Talking was harder than he anticipated. His eyes were starting to leak again, he thought he had it under control.

“It might be nice to talk to a familiar face-” Luz tried.

“No” Hunter stated again, curling back in on himself. He didn’t want to talk to her- He didn’t know what to think of her. She was a traitor but Hunter wasn’t sure bringing her back would be enough for Belos to accept him again. What had he even done wrong?

“Okay.” Luz accepted defeat. “I’m just going to wait at the bottom of the ladder then. Whenever you’re ready you can come down and I’ll introduce you to the rest of the crew.”

Then he was alone, up above the rest of the ship. Nothing but harsh wind beating against him. Reminding him, he was indeed human and it was getting awfully cold. He didn’t know how long he could stay up here, but he didn’t want to move.

He was supposed to be dead.

Belos wanted him dead.

So why wasn’t he dead?

“He was the one who ordered your death.” Terras voice was haunting. He knew Belos got mad at him, but would he really want him dead. Hunter had been on his best behavior, and sure he screwed up, but he was always rightfully punished and he thought he had made it up to Belos. He thought Belos was becoming proud of him. That’s why he put him on Terras ship wasn’t it? Or was it really to have him executed outside the public eye.

It wasn’t unusual. Belos had two types of executions, One to make an example of and the ones done out in sea, where no one witnessed as to not cause more chaos. As to not cause terror. Did Hunter do something to betray Belos? He hadn’t meant to.

Terra wasn’t a traitor though. If she said Belos ordered it, Belos ordered it. She was alot of things but a liar wasn’t one of them.

Belos wanted his own nephew dead.

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While she stood at the bottom waiting for Hunter several crewmates asked her about Hunter. It was only natural they were curious. She is too, but he didn't want to talk and it could be overwhelming to meet everyone right away.

He’s been crying up there for hours now. It was an eerie quiet cry, only shakey inhales, and occasionally wiping his nose. She told him she was going to give him space but she didn’t realize it was going to be so long. She didn’t want to bug him but he didn’t have a coat on and the clouds were hinting at rain.

Luz was going to have to go back up there and fetch him, or at the very least lend him something warm. She didn’t think the storm would be bad, but it would be better safe than sorry. Even if she wanted to allow Hunter his peace for a bit.

Afterall he seemed to be dealing with a lot. Maybe he was upset about being on a pirate ship, or maybe being the nephew of an evil man was just exhausting. Whatever it was Luz had a feeling she shouldn’t bug Hunter on it too much. She was only making it worse it seemed.

“Hey.” She called as she reached the top of the crows nest again. Hunter didn’t bother turning to her. “Hey,” She repeated pulling herself up off the ladder to sit besides him. “Storms coming shouldn't be scary but you need to get down now.”

Hunter took a shaky breath not daring to face her.

“Look, I know you’re not done.” Luz sighed out. “I’m not going to pretend I know how to fix whatever you’re dealing with, nor do I even know what you’re upset about.” She shrugged. “don’t know if you even want my help right now, but I’m not letting you get sick and die up here.” She declared offering her hand to him.

He didn’t instantly take it, even avoided looking at her, but Luz kept it out patiently. It was when the boy realized Luz was going to be stubborn that he took her hand and let her pull him gently towards the ladder.

Hunter reached the bottom first because Luz wasn’t about to chance him, waiting for her to leave but staying up top. He held himself in a stiff posture as he waited. Luz couldn’t help but pity him as he still was avoiding eye contact and the tears were still slowly leaking.

He’s been crying off and on nearly the whole day- how did he still have tears.

“You might get talked to.” Luz warned. “But I bet Steve will let you hide in medbay for a bit again.” She offered.

Hunter didn’t seem to care.

“Matt might get annoying, but he shouldn’t bug you until you calm down. Don’t take anything he says to heart, he wants to be cool but he’s still learning who he is. Besides, if he does get too annoying you can just tell Steve. Matt wont admit it but he admires his brother very much.” Luz kinda felt like she was talking too much but it was better than the silence. “I was told to watch you, so I have to stick around.” She gave a smile to Hunter who looked far more interested in the floor.

Luz held the door of the medbay open for Hunter who immediately went to the bed without so much as a glance to Steve who was sitting at the desk reading a book.

“Care if he stays in here a bit?” Luz asked, though she knew the answer and was already walking out as Stever gave a shrug of his shoulders in his casual carefree way.

When the boy first woke up this morning Luz had been excited, ready to meet him, ready to help, but she still didn’t really get to meet Hunter. He wasn’t really here, he was lost in his own head. It wasn’t something Luz knew how to fix.

She stayed outside the medbay in case Hunter did decide he wanted to walk around, but she didn’t think he would. Even if that was the case Steve knew better than to leave a newcomer alone anyway. So, she didn’t really know why she stayed outside.

“Luz?” A familiar sweet voice came.

“Amity!” Luz jumped, turning to the purple haired girl. She wore her usual pretty gems around her neck and small hoop earrings. “What- What are you doing out here? Do you need Steve? I can get Steve.”

“Luz calm down.” Amity chuckled. “I came from below deck.” Amity pointed to the door of the stairs across the way of the medbay. Of course, Luz must’ve not been paying much attention. The pretty ex-merchant daughter always seemed to catch her off guard.

“Oh.” Luz replied stupidly, feeling the heat building around her cheeks.

“I heard Eda put you in charge of him.” Amity leaned on the opposite wall Luz was sitting against. “Seems to be a theme.” Amity was referring to when she and her family first joined the crew. Her mother was in charge of a big ship that she used to sell to everyone, pirates, navy or anyone else with coin. Eda had stolen something from Odalia, which is how Amity and Luz first met. Now they were possibly friends.

“Better to introduce the newcomers to the loud one first right. I overwhelm them then the rest of the crew seems like a cakewalk.” Luz joked back.

Amity let out a small chuckle “I think she knows how friendly and accepting you are.”

Luz's face was feeling hot, hopefully that wasn’t visible. “Or I’m just Edas favorite.” She gave a cheesy smile.

Amity smiled and copied Luz’s pose of criss cross on the floor. “Is he still crying?” She whispered, eyeing the door to medbay.

“Yeah off and on. I kinda wish he just wanted to kill me like you did.” Luz smiled.

“I thought we were past that.”

“What was it you called me? Sea rat?” Luz teased and Amity rolled her eyes. It was nice to remember how much Amity has changed already. Remembering those rough beginnings made it easier to have faith that Hunter would get adjusted to. He didn’t seem like a bad guy, just a kid like her. “Who told you he wouldn’t stop crying?”

“ I overheard Gus talking to Perry. ” Amity shrugged. “Not like it would’ve stayed a secret long anyway, word travels fast on this ship.”

“I don’t know how to help him.” Luz looked at the medbay door.

“Hey he’s only been awake a day, don’t worry too much. He’ll get better.”

“Yeah, it's just different from everyone else. You fought me- alot. Lillith, Steve and Matt all joined willingly, but he is just here. “ Luz pointed out. “I’ve never met someone so upset.”

Amity kept smiling at Luz, meeting her eyes. “You don’t even know him and you’re so worried. Eda’s right to have you watch him. “

“Mama said I’d do great too.” Luz sighed, taking off her bandana to ruffle through her hair. “I kinda wish she was against it like when you joined and I insisted on talking to you. Now it feels like there’s pressure.”

“You’re only the welcoming party. You’re not to fix him, you’re just here to make sure if he does plan anything, someone sees.” Amity pointed out, she paused for a second before reaching her hand out to grab Luzs. “No one expects you to do anything. Just watch him.”

Amity was holding her hand. Sure, it wasn’t a romantic way- it was a reassuring friendship way. Luz did that to Amity before when they stood against Odalia. So why did this feel different? Was it because of her silly crush- or?

The medbay door swung open causing Luz to jump away from Amity and turn to the door. Steve came out, closing the door quickly behind him.

“He’s still in there.” Steve commented. “I’m going to grab him some food.”

Right Hunter hadn’t eaten for a while. Luz didn’t consider that.

“Ah- Okay.” Luz responded by jumping to her feet. “I’ll go in there.”

Steve gave a shrug, “Doesn’t matter, he’s not doing anything. Keep talking to your girlfriend.”

Luz’s face was burning before now she felt on fire.

“We’re not- She’s not-” Luz stuttered.

“Whatever.” Steve smirked walking away.

There was an awkward silence as Steve left the two girls alone. Why did he have to tease? He made it weird.

“Well- I gotta go, dad wanted me to fetch something for him.” Amity nervously held her arm as she got up.

“Yeah- no - I need to watch Hunter- so you know.” Luz smiled sheepishly before retreating into the medbay.

She held herself against the closed door for a few seconds regretting everything that just happened. Amity was so cool and she was lucky to be her friend. Why was she so painfully obvious with her crush that even Steve knew to tease her. She needed to get over this- If Amity found out- it would make things weird- it would be weird- right?

Her thoughts stopped when she finally registered the room before her. The medbay was cleaner now. Steve had organized and put things away, he wasn’t particularly the most tidy person but when it came to important things he stepped up.

Her eyes naturally went to the beds first to see Hunter, but they were made and empty. The blonde boy was actually standing next to the desk eyeing the things on it. His back was facing her as he stared at the desk.

Luz was quiet as she approached, she didn’t want to startle him but she wanted to see what he was so fixated on. She peeked around him to see where his eyes were staring. They were wide like he was scared. He wasn’t shaking but he was barely breathing. Luz followed his gaze back to the table where a small knife was laying.

He was scared of the knife?

No, that wasn’t it.

Navys had rash decisions forced into them.

“Hey,” She didn’t mean to make him jump but he did, for once showing emotion. Wide eyes staring at her like she was a ghost. “The knife can’t hurt you alone.”

He paused, turning back to it.

“I think it’s time I introduced you to my mom.” Luz grabbed Hunters wrist and brought him away from the desk. “You’ll like her.”

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theworldofananxiousteen · 1 year

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The explanation I owe myself

It's okay to not succeed, and it's okay to not deliver the way you want to. The important part is living, meaning breathing, eating, sleeping. The rest will come when the time is right. (I hope.)

Alright, alright, my friends, gather around and let me tell you a story. It all started when I was a young, young girl (ca 2 months ago) when I decided to become the productive lady I'd always wanted to be by joining a challenge on the app I discovered that very same day (spoiler alert; it was this app and the #100daysofproductivitychallenge).

It worked for a few days, hell, I did more in those few days than I had for the past month and a half (estimates, but very likely). You see, before then, I had been in a flunk. Productive wise, school wise, life wise. Then, suddenly, this thing came before me like a saviour out of thin air, and I thought my crisis was solved - because, obviously, I would be able to stick to this challenge, in complete contrast to every other similar thing I've tried to put my mind to. For a few days, it did. Specifically, five days (I believe, I don't want to check). Then came the first break, I missed a few days - listed things I'd done as productive tasks even though I, in many cases, didn't believe they were. You see, I am a procrastinator. I think of things I need to do, they make me anxious, I do other things or nothing at all in response - an evil cycle I can't get out of. After those few days, I fell straight back into the loop, and I've done barely anything since.

Now, it's almost the end of my Christmas break, and I feel like I'm stuck, quickly suffocating in the piles of school work I need to do before I get back to school. Here's my current list:

Finish my second version of my extended essay first draft

Finish my first AND final draft of my TOK essay

Finish my final draft of my TOK report

Finish reading Juloratoriet for Swedish class

Finish my economics IA3 final draft

Finish my biology IA first draft (this was, literally, due october.)

Finish my Swedish HL essay second draft

Finish my mathematics IA final draft

Finish my CAS updates

Finish my history IA first draft

Prepare my Swedish oral

Learn the entire math course because it's finished and I know nothing - I've failed all but one math test the past two years :)

All this needs to be done on six days and I won't be starting tomorrow, I can feel it. I feel like I'm out of order. I'm not working. My brain. My body. My life. It's all out of order, and nothing is like I want it to be. I know what's needed to succeed, -studying-, but I can't bring myself to do it. Do you have any tips?

Anyway, I was thinking I may give the productivity challenge another try, continuing from where I left off, to see if it may help to give me something to work towards. So, here goes nothing.

Day 15/100

Today I did nothing of actual value, but I did get some things done;

Played basketball with some friends for a few hours that I can use for CAS (this is to be read as an achievement, because I left my house almost out of free will)

Finished reading It's kind of a funny story by Ned Vizzini (I rate it like a 4.5 out of 5 stars but it ended up being 5 out of 5 on goodreads since they don't do half's)

Started reading Dear Nobody by Billie Doherty - so far, no thoughts whatsoever about it

Watched a few episodes of RuPaul's Drag Race (speaking of which, my stepmum gifted my mum and I with tickets to RuPaul's drag race the world tour the upcoming October (!) and I'm very excited about it)

Alright, by for now. Hopefully, I'll be back tomorrow. Possibly, I'll be back in a month or two (maybe more).

PS. can you tell I'm currently using my tumblr as a thought dumpster simply because I know no one on here in real life? I'm telling you - it's the trick to success.

PSS. Here's a song (that I've forgotten completely) by a band I used to like (probably still do but I did forget of their existence), simply because it's called the new year, and new years eve was a few days ago. Happy holidays.

#Spotify #100 days of productivity #overwhelmed #high school #international baccalaureate #life is pain #its fine #we will manage #sweden #dear nobody #its kind of a funny story #january #procrastination #step backs #i will live #i'm slowly losing my mind #basketball

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searidings · 3 years

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Lena definitely just lets Jess walk into her office without knocking and that has definitely led to her walking in on Lena in Supergirl’s arms

Jessica Hoang’s job pays well.

Like, really well. Like, buy-your-mother-a-new-Valentino-purse-every-Christmas well. Surprise-your-boyfriend-with-a-trip-to-the-Bahamas well. Rub-your-success-in-your-high-school-nemeses’-face-at-the-reunion-but-like-in-a-classy-way well.

And it’s not that it’s exactly unreasonable. Being Lena Luthor’s assistant is no cake walk. Jess has been shot at. She’s been almost blown up on more than one occasion. She’s worked all the hours god sends and then some. Hell, she’s got the chief detective of NCPD’s major crimes unit on speed dial.

She has, at various times and with varying degrees of success, played the roles of bodyguard, nutritionist, nurse, therapist, and drinking buddy. She’s seen Lena in every shade and hue of human emotion; coaxed her through crisis after crisis with warm words and a kind smile and never once let her miss a meeting.

So, Jess doesn’t really mind accepting the generous salary. Has even made peace with the borderline obscene bonuses Lena likes to toss her way around Christmas, or her birthday, or any time Jess introduces her to a new kale recipe.

She’s not arrogant, but she’s not prone to under-selling herself either. She knows Lena values her, knows she’s integral to keeping L-Corp’s CEO afloat and thus, to the running of the whole operation. And more than that, she knows her own worth. Takes pride in the work she does.

So she’ll take the paycheck, and the late nights and the missed meals and all the other things that come part and parcel with employment in National City’s most conspicuous company.

And if those other things come to include a front row ticket to the tragicomedy of her boss’ relationship with a certain blonde reporter, so be it. She’s not about to quit, after all. Once she’d gotten a taste of sleeping on Egyptian cotton bed sheets, there was no going back.

It started with the unrestricted office access.

Actually, it started when Lena allergic-to-the-press Luthor first asked her to put in a call to the biggest news outlet in town to request a private meeting with one of their junior reporters, but Jess lets that one slide.

(She’s got her own hunk of a man to go home to every night, yet even she’s not immune to Miss Danvers’ button down and slacks combo, to her earnest blue eyes and eager charm. Lena can’t be blamed for falling under that spell, nor for the hypnotic allure of the muscles straining beneath those demure cardigans. She’s only human, after all.)

But adding Kara Danvers to the list of people to be waved straight into her boss’ office with no checks – or rather, creating said list, which to this day consists of precisely one name – was what really sealed the deal. It was portentous in every sense of the word, a harbinger of what was to come.

Since that fateful day, Jess has seen more of Lena and Kara’s relationship than she’s sure any of the three of them would ideally prefer.

At first, it was the interviews. They’d been fishy enough in themselves; sure, Lena Luthor is objectively interesting. But three separate articles in the span of two weeks? No one’s that interesting.

After the interviews, it was the lunch dates. The first time she’d interrupted one of those she’d almost fallen over her own feet in shock. The sight of Lena Luthor – the same Lena Luthor that Jess had, on more than one occasion, needed to actively bribe into ingesting anything other than espresso and scotch in a fourteen hour workday – licking burger grease off her fingers and happy as a clam, had thrown her off for the whole rest of the day.

(Lena had long since instructed Jess to just stick her head into her office without knocking if she needed her. “Things can go to hell far too quickly around here to waste time with buzzers and intercoms,” she’d said with a self-deprecating smile.

If only Jess had known then what she knows now, she might have put up more of a fight on that front.)

The lunch dates had gotten longer, and more frequent, and decidedly more intimate. A year after the reporter’s first appearance at L-Corp it had become commonplace for Jess to walk into her boss’ office to find the two of them slanted close together on the couch, Lena’s heels discarded, her stockinged feet tucked beneath the blonde’s thigh.

Then, Kara started showing up at 7pm to drag Lena away from her desk at a reasonable hour. Started dropping by on her way to Catco before work too, fumbling coffees and pastries in her blushing grip.

(She always brought a latte for Jess along with Lena’s regular order. Of all the developments, that was certainly one of the most welcome.)

She got to know Kara, as the years went on. Was pleased to discover that she truly was as delightful as she seemed. And it was nice to finally have an ally in her ongoing battle to regulate her boss’ shockingly unhealthy work habits. She and Kara could tag-team their efforts, trading off caffeine duty and playing bad cop to get Lena to leave the office before midnight. It meant that Jess had finally, occasionally, gotten a day off.

It didn’t escape her notice that Kara was always there on the bad days. She showed up like clockwork after every ruthless smear campaign against L-Corp, every stock market plummet, every assassination attempt. She would enter the office to find Lena crying and she would leave with the dark haired woman tucked securely against her side, if not smiling then at least calm. At least hopeful.

And Kara was there on the good days, too. The mergers and the product launches and the prototype successes; she celebrated every one of Lena’s triumphs as if they were her own. And Lena, Lena lit up when Kara was around. Bloomed like a rare flower beneath the megawatt glare of Kara’s sunshine devotion.

Her boss never said so in so many words, nor did Jess ever walk in on anything directly incriminating. But it was clear to anyone with eyes exactly what was happening between the two women, exactly where it would lead.

And then one day, Kara wasn’t there anymore.

The effect was as obvious as it was immediate.

Lena started coming in early and staying late, if she left the office at all. She barely ate. Her face was pale and drawn, and Jess would often enter her office to find her boss’ eyes red-rimmed.

It became glaringly, painfully obvious that without Kara dropping by at all hours of the day and night, no one was coming to visit Lena.

Her boss became closed-off and withdrawn, more so even than when Jess had first started at L-Corp. Gone were their weekly gossip sessions about the crotchety old men Lena couldn’t yet oust from the company’s board. Gone was her boss’ openness about her own life or her interest in Jess’, her frequent requests for photos of her cats or updates on the master’s in computer science she was studying for in the evenings evaporating into thin air.

Lena did not want to talk about it. Jess was informed of this emphatically and repeatedly whenever she would tentatively reach out, and slowly she stopped trying.

The closest they ever came to acknowledging the elephant in the room was the night of L-Corp’s annual fundraiser at the Luthor Children’s Hospital. Once the gala was over, Jess had run back to the office to drop off the donation paperwork in the company safe only to notice a faint light beneath Lena’s office door.

She’d entered to find Lena hunched on the floor of her private bathroom, heels kicked off and hair falling out of its intricate updo, mascara streaking her cheeks as she sobbed into her hands. Jess hadn’t hesitated for even a second before sinking down beside her.

Wrapping a secure arm around her boss’ shoulders and smoothing the flyaway hairs from her flushed face, she’d tried her best to convey the support and reassurance that Lena had so consistently shown to her. But the young woman had brushed off her platitudes even as the tears had continued to fall.

“It’s not okay,” she’d hiccupped against Jess’ shoulder, the scotch evident on her breath. “She’s gone. I won’t ever get her back.”

And that’s all she would say on the matter. Eventually, the tears had dried up and the exhaustion had set in and Jess had chaperoned her all the way back to her apartment and into bed.

Lena had shown up for work the next day in a pair of oversize aviators, clinging to her triple shot extra-large americano like a lifeline. She’d dropped a latte on Jess’ desk with a rueful smile, and that had been that. They never talked about it again.

That whole dark period only cemented the strong protective streak Jess had been cultivating over her boss ever since the very first attempt on her life.

It’s just that Lena is strong, and smart as hell and unfailingly kind and utterly undeserving of the punishment the world keeps foisting on her for her family’s sins. And worse, she’s not prepared to fight back. She just accepts it, internalises the hatred and the burden and the blame and Jess cannot, will not watch it happen. So sue her if she’s a little hyper-vigilant, a little possessive.

And so when Kara Danvers had shown up again one unassuming Tuesday, Jess intercepted her trajectory at Lena’s office door with narrowed eyes and a suspicious glare.

It must have been effective – she’d learned from stone cold boardroom killer Lena Luthor, after all – because the reporter shrank back a little beneath the force of her stare. Kara cleared her throat nervously and Jess had been a split second from launching into a what are your intentions with my girl speech ripped straight from a bad 1980s teen movie when the door opened behind her and Lena appeared.

“It’s fine, Jess,” her boss murmured and she had, reluctantly, stepped aside to let the blonde pass. Not before fixing Kara Danvers with one last pointed glare, though. If Lena wasn’t going to protect herself then Jess would just have to do it for her.

But there was no shouting, no screaming, no audible arguments. And when the blonde left a half hour later and Jess stuck her head through the office door to very unsubtly check on Lena’s wellbeing, there was no trace of red-rimmed eyes or tear stains. Lena simply offered up a small smile, a soft smile and once again, that appeared to be that.

Slowly, Kara Danvers became a regular fixture in L-Corp again, alongside the fancy espresso machines in every break room and the ever-present whiff of soldered metal.

Jess remained wary, a fact which did not seem to go unnoticed by the reporter. In fact, Kara redoubled her efforts to win her over, including new pastries and other sweet treats with the lattes she still regularly delivered.

“I can’t be bought, you know,” Jess had said once, taking the offered apricot Danish anyway. Her loyalty wasn’t up for auction, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t capitalise on the spoils of a bidding war.

Kara had only smiled sadly. “I know. I’m glad.” At Jess’ inquisitive stare she’d just shaken her head, reaching up to adjust her glasses. “I’m glad she has you.”

Jess had hmphed rather ungracefully, licking a stray flake of pastry from the end of her finger. She may have broken her boss’ heart, but no one could deny that Kara Danvers had great taste in desserts.

“I’m not looking for her forgiveness. Or yours,” Kara had continued, so surprising that Jess had inhaled a healthy gulp of latte directly into her lung. The reporter had waited until she’d finished spluttering before she continued. “I don’t deserve it. But for what it’s worth, she has me, too. Again, I mean. For as long as she wants me.”

Jess had narrowed her eyes, searching for any trace of insincerity in that earnest, handsome face. Finding none, her feelings toward the reporter had at last settled somewhere in the ballpark of grudging respect.

And there they’ve remained. She still watches the blonde carefully, still keeps a wary eye out for any sign that things may crumble into dust again. But Kara is true to her word. She shows up, she keeps showing up, and she sticks around.

And slowly, achingly slowly, the light comes back to Lena’s eyes.

It’s just another regular unassuming Tuesday when everything shifts again.

Kara Danvers hasn’t yet shown up for lunch and her boss’ conference call was scheduled to have ended a half hour ago, and this stack of expense reports desperately needs Lena’s signature so Jess doesn’t bother knocking as she shoulders open the office door.

A lesser assistant might have shrieked. They’d definitely have dropped the gargantuan stack of reports all over the floor. But Jessica Hoang was trained by Lena Luthor herself. She’s got dignity and composure for days.

Even so, it takes every ounce of poise she can muster not to let out so much as a squeak at the sight of her boss hovering a solid five feet above the floor of her office, enveloped tightly in the arms of a fully kitted and caped Supergirl.

It’s an unavoidably intimate embrace. Lena’s stockinged feet perch lightly on the toes of the hero’s red boots, her arms wrapped snug around the Kryptonian’s neck. Their foreheads are pressed together and they’re just gazing into one another’s eyes, Supergirl’s arms slung low around Lena’s waist as she drifts them in lazy mid-air circles.

For one horrible, stomach-churning moment Jess is faced with the mind-boggling possibility that her boss is, for all intents and purposes, cheating on her reporter gal pal with the city’s superpowered sweetheart.

But equanimity isn’t the only talent she’s picked up from Lena. Her problem solving skills aren’t bad either, or so her boyfriend is fond of grumbling when she steals the Sunday crossword out from under his nose.

Jess uses the split second before they react to her presence to appraise the scene with a critical eye.

At this proximity, there’s something decidedly familiar about those blue eyes and flowing golden locks. But the real clincher doesn’t end up coming from Supergirl at all. It’s the softness in her boss’ expression, the gentle slant of her features and the unguarded love in her eyes in the brief moment before she registers the interruption that really seals the deal.

Jess has, after all, seen Lena in every shade and hue of human emotion. The list of people her boss would look at like that, much like the list of people with unrestricted access to her office, consists of precisely one name.

Two heads snap towards her in perfect tandem, two jaws hitting the floor in quick succession. Lena gasps and shoves herself away from Supergirl like the woman has suddenly become radioactive, apparently forgetting that she’s not currently abiding by the laws of terrestrial gravity and almost plummeting five feet to the ground.

She’s saved by the hero’s lightning fast reflexes, strong arms snapping out to catch her around the waist and pulling their bodies snugly back together into an embrace somehow even more intimate than the original.

Jess smirks. Lena’s cheeks are redder than she’s ever seen them as Supergirl floats them both gently back to the ground. “This isn’t— we were just— she’s not—” Lena tries half-heartedly as the superhero shuffles her feet at her side, blushing like a chastised schoolgirl.

Jess bites the inside of her cheek, calling upon every last shred of her professionalism to keep from laughing. “Your two o’clock is here,” she says gently, gracing her boss with a genuine smile. Jess may be proud of her own bullish protectiveness in front of others, but she’s a simple girl at heart. If Lena’s happy, she’s happy.

Both women are still staring at her slack-jawed. It appears no response is forthcoming any time soon.

Jess decides to put them out of their misery. “Just buzz when you want me to send him in, Miss Luthor. Miss Danvers,” she nods in acknowledgment as she ducks quickly back out of the room. Not quick enough, though, to miss the choked sounds of shock from behind her, nor the heated stage-whisper of how does she know, Lena? that follows her out of the door.

Jess shakes her head. And she doesn’t even have superhearing.

Lena Luthor has many strengths but subtlety, apparently, is not one of them.

That’s the conclusion Jess has no choice but to land on as she stares down at her phone. The extra 10k that has materialised in her bank account without warning or explanation could hardly be more obvious if it had come with the payee reference hush money right there in black and white.

Well. If Jess hadn’t been sure before, she certainly is now.

She shakes her head fondly. As if she would ever sell out her boss on anything, much less on what is very clearly a matter of the heart.

After all these years working together, she knows Lena trusts her. But she can also picture clear as day the scene that must have transpired in the office behind her just moments ago. Lena and Kara, panicking about being discovered. Lena falling back into her Luthor conditioning, deciding to clean up the mess by throwing money at it. The instant regret as she realises she’s just confirmed that there is in fact something to be covered up.

For a certified genius, her boss sure can be dense.

Jess chuckles. Taps out of her banking app and pulls up her messages. Your super secret’s safe with me she types, grinning. I’ve never told a soul that you were drunk as a skunk at the annual board meeting three years ago, and that was without a single dollar in bribes. Why would this be any different?

Hitting send, she swears she actually hears the sigh of relief her boss lets out despite the three inches of solid oak door separating them. She shakes her head again, biting her lip.

I’m happy for you, Lena she sends, warm affection swelling in her chest. Smiles when her screen lights up a moment later with a single red heart.

She locks her phone and squares her shoulders. Skims a critical eye over the weekly schedule she already knows by heart. Ushers in Lena’s two o’clock at her boss’ signal and settles back at her desk. Pulls up a new browser tab and searches up the cost of last-minute flights to the Maldives.

Just because Lena’s hush money was unnecessary, that doesn’t mean it can’t be put to good use.

#not me writing an entire one shot from the pov of a character who's had 12 seconds screen time max #alternate title: jess the secretary finds out kara danvers is supergirl #and honestly she's over it #supercorp #minific #lena luthor #kara danvers #jess the secretary #also on ao3 if that's your jam!#dings dot txt

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harrysgoldenline · 3 years

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can you pls write an angst where y/n went to her and harry's house that they bought or something like that in Italy to try to move on and go on with her life after harry broke up with her but then she never expected that harry will be there as well with his new gf.... you can end it whatever you like!! thank you

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: idk, sad I guess? also not proof read oops sorry lol

When In Italy

It has been three months since you’ve last seen or spoken to Harry. A very abrupt change after being together for four years, with constant talk of marriage and starting a family, the break up was something either of you really expected. It started as a break of sorts, eventually turning into a complete break up after only a couple weeks in a somewhat mutual way. With Harry's career taking off in so many different ways, with acting, the new tour and more, his life had changed completely and has left him very little time for anything else.

It went from daily phone and FaceTime calls, constant text messages and flowers being delivered to nothing.

“You really think that’s a good idea?” Your best friend asked you, concern plastered all over her face, “that won’t bring up too much?”

She had been sitting with you as you finished packing up your suitcase, trying her best to give you her support as you were going to be going on a spur of the moment trip to Italy and staying at the home of you and Harry, needing the much needed getaway and disconnecting completely. Seeing different things online about him all the time didn’t make it any easier and no matter how hard you tried to avoid it, he always found his way to pop up.

“I just need a break, everything here is a reminder to.” You sigh, “I just want a change of scenery. I think it’ll be good for me.”

“I hope so…” she frowned, looking up at you with a sad smile, “please don’t just sit there in the house all alone. Go out, meet some local Italian men!”

“I’m definitely not ready for that.” You say, forcing a laugh as you close your suitcase, zipping it up and placing it on the floor by your door, “but I will really try, I promise. I will call you if I need you and you can come out?”

“Hell yeah I can.” She laughs, standing up and giving you a hug, “and you’re really going right now?”

You bite your bottom lip as your eyes fill up with tears, nodding quickly as you look at her and she quickly pulled you in a tight hug.

“You can do this.”

***

You pulled your suitcase through the front door, waving goodbye to the driver as you turned around to close the door behind you as they left you alone in the house that has so many memories inside. You pause at the door, taking a couple deep breaths as you look around and try and keep your mind at bay before walking to the guest bedroom, deciding the main bedroom was too much and the guest bedroom was already way nicer than your apartment.

After taking the time to unpack, knowing you would stay awhile, you put away your things into the various drawers and closet in the room. You keep out a swimsuit and change into it quickly, sliding a simple dress overtop before walking out onto the balcony attached to the bedroom, taking in the smell of the ocean and beautiful view, memories overwhelming your senses.

“Well don’t you look absolutely stunning.” You can practically hear him say all over again, reliving the memory as if it was actually happening, “ ‘m the luckiest man in the world.”

You remember him coming up behind you, arms tight around your waist as his head rested on your shoulder, soft kisses being pressed along your shoulder as you leaned back into him, a large smile covering both of your faces before you leaned your head back, connecting your lips before he pulled back.

“I can’t decide…” He had whispered, connecting your lips again.

“Decide what?” You had giggled, turning around to face him, arms resting around his shoulders as his came around your waist.

“If I want to get married here or have our honeymoon here.”

You shuddered slightly as the memory came back, letting out a deep breath before packing a beach bag quickly and leaving the house just as fast, taking a walk down to the private beach and settling yourself in a lounge chair. Applying your sunscreen you could almost convince yourself it was him applying it on you like he always would do, large hands massaging it into your skin.

You push the thought away as you grab your phone, playing music softly to try and distract your mind. Your fingers hovered over your different social media apps, wanting desperately to just give it a quick click, wondering if you could get any update on where he could be from his fans, posts always finding their way on your feed. Instead, you hold it down, deleting all of the various apps and throwing your phone down on your bag, grabbing your book and letting the music play, opening to the first page to try and escape into the new world.

***

After a few hours been spent peacefully on the beach, you decided to head back to the house to take a nice bubblebath and order yourself some dinner, deciding that you would go to town the next morning in order to cook some of your own meals. The walk back to the house was more enjoyable this time and you began to feel a sense of hope as you approached the house, your heart not clenching in as much pain as it originally had done when you first pulled up to the house earlier that day.

Using your keys, you unlocked the back door, locking it behind you again as soon as you got inside, making your way to the bathroom right away and letting the water fill up the bathtub, pouring in some of the fancy bubblebath that you remember buying once from your favorite boutique in town, making a mental note to stop there again tomorrow.

Discarding your clothes, you hung them up, deciding you could use it once more as a cover up after not even going into the water, and you honestly didn’t even have the energy to even think about doing laundry right now, even simply showering was too much most days so you were happy to submerge yourself simply into the warm water, eyes fluttering closed as it embraced you with it’s comfort.

You began preparing yourself a mental list of things you could do tomorrow, forcing yourself to get out of the house and keep yourself occupied after locking yourself away in your apartment the past few months, planning on taking baby steps but knowing that even starting will be more like a push off a cliff.

Pulling yourself out of the bath once finishing cleansing your body, deciding to save washing your hair for the next day, you pulled yourself out of the bath, honestly just wanting to curl up into bed and go to sleep but knowing you needed to force yourself to eat something. So, you dry off, applying some matching lotion to your body, which made you feel a sense of pride of yourself as you made small steps to take care of yourself again, thanking the air of Italy as self motivation and threw on the robe that you swear was the softest one in the world.

A sudden sound coming from the house made you jump, a hand coming over your chest to try and calm your racing heart as your mind tried to think of all of the possibilities of who could be there, or maybe it was coming outside? Or honestly at this point you thought it could be your imagination as the memories that have been flashing into your mind have been so vivid it felt like it was actually happening. Your feet softly padded on the wood flooring, making your way to what you thought was the site of the sound, feeling bile rise in your throat at the sight before you.

It was Harry there, with one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen in your life, laughing together.

You weren’t sure if they saw you, both of their hair wet as towels wrapped around them and it seemed like they had just got back from the beach, making you think that you must have just missed each other as you swapped positions. You slowly walk backwards, thinking of running out the back towards the beach and calling a car, leaving all of your clothes there.

You could see slightly into the master bedroom, seeing their suitcases sprawled and things laid on the couch as they chatted together, knowing they must have arrived when you were down at the beach, your presence unknown as all of your things sat seemingly hidden in the guest room which you were now desperately trying to go and hide in, but after it being too log since you been here, you accidentally ran into the wall, a photo that was hanging there crashing to the floor, glass shattering.

Two heads quickly snapped their way towards you, both pairs of eyes meeting yours as gasps left both of their lips, Harry’s face going pale as he saw you. You opened your mouth to speak, but with this being your first time seeing your partner since the breakup, no words were able to come out.

Spinning on your heel your ran back into the guest bedroom, pulling the suitcase out of the closet and messily shoving all of your clothes into it, tears stinging your eyes and unable to hold them in as they silently spilling on you cheeks, more coming as you heard the familiar steps coming your way, feeling the presence behind you and hearing the door shut softly behind you.

“Y/N?”

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tswaney17 · 3 years

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I Do Bad Things with You - Part 29

This part came out a little bit longer than I anticipated. We have to get through a bit of emotional healing before we can get to what you all are waiting for (myself included 😂). I’m leaving on vacation next weekend for a week, so there will likely be a delay in posting the next part. Honestly, I haven’t even started it or really have a set idea of what I want to do with it, so there’s that too... Anyways, please enjoy! 💕

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Credit to @featherymalignancy for Cassian’s nickname, Cash. 😘

Trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault, language, NSFW

Word Count: 6,071

Elain was released from the hospital in the late afternoon the next day.

Viviane procured a pair of extra scrubs from Elain’s locker for her to change into, not before scolding them both for sharing her bed.

Azriel turned his back to her and ducked his head, offering her some privacy as she pulled the clean clothes on. To be honest, he wasn’t exactly sure where they stood as far as changing in front of each other. Yes, he did help bathe her after she had her nightmare, but that was a different type of intimacy, and he didn’t want to overstep her comfort levels.

“I’m finished,” she announced, flashing a grateful smile—one that told him he had been correct in his assumptions.

A knock on the door interrupted the silence that had settled over them.

“Come in,” Elain called.

The door swung open, revealing her boss.

“Thesan,” she greeted with a bright smile.

The doctor offered her one in return. “Hi, Elain. How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine.”

The corner of his lips quirked up. “I should expect nothing less coming from you. How’s the pain in your leg and walking.”

She shrugged. “It’s okay.”

“Elain,” he chastised, seeing right through her.

Azriel watched her cheeks flush with color at being caught in a lie. He had to hide a smile behind his hand.

She sighed. “It’s a little sore to stand on. And walking makes it hurt a bit. But it’s nothing I can’t handle.”

The dark male crossed his arms, assessing. “I’m clearing you off shifts for the next two weeks.”

Her eyes widened in disbelief. “Thesan!”

But he held up a hand to stop her. “That is an order as your doctor and your boss. Give your leg and your body some time to heal. We’ll reassess in two weeks to see if you’re cleared for duty.”

“Thesan, please. It’s not that bad,” she all but whined.

“If you had a patient with the same injuries as you do, what would you tell them?” he challenged.

Elain’s mouth snapped shut, and she let out a huff of air in exasperation. “Fine, two weeks. But I’m coming back after that.”

The doctor chuckled, shaking his head. “We’ll see. I have three new first-year residents coming on board next week. I’ll break them in and get them situated. Once you come back, I’ll put you in charge of directing them. How’s that sound?”

Her eyes flashed to Azriel’s briefly before returning to her advisor. “That sounds great to me. Thank you, Thesan. For everything.”

He reached out, gripping her shoulder in a friendly embrace. “Always.”

Elain’s back stiffened at the touch.

Azriel froze. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, unsure of what to do. He respected her boundaries, and he didn’t want to step in unless it was deemed necessary. But he saw her shoulders relax under his hand and she offered up a smile at her boss—one he could tell didn’t quite touch her eyes. Az was curious as to how much the doctor knew about her past.

“Rest easy,” he murmured before departing their room.

He couldn’t stop the look of amusement from crossing his face.

Elain’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “What?”

He shrugged, nonchalantly. “It’s a nice change to see the doctor getting doctored.”

She snorted. “You were a stubborn patient.”

“Pot, kettle, baby.”

She stuck out her tongue at him before sitting down on the edge of her bed to put her shoes on. Her hands hesitated, not wanting to touch the blood splatters that stained them. Elain let out an exhausted breath.

He knew it wasn’t so much the blood itself, but how she obtained the splatters. Azriel was kneeling in front of her in an instant, taking the shoes and slipping them onto her feet. Without looking up at her, he asked quietly, “Does he know?” His curiosity getting the best of him.

One thing that still amazed him was that he and Elain never needed to speak things aloud to know what the other was saying. He didn’t need to elaborate on what he was asking her. When he finished tying her shoes, he glanced up at her face.

She was watching him carefully, eyes full of sadness that sucked the wind from his lungs. “No,” she whispered. “Graysen attacked me during med school before I knew Thesan. I was doing better by the time I met him, so it didn’t seem like an appropriate conversation to have with him.”

He understood that.

“But thank you, though. For not interfering. I know you smacked Cash’s hand away from me yesterday, but that’s different. I need to be able to handle this on my own.”

Such stark, honest words.

“I would never want to insert myself into something that doesn’t concern me. Especially when it comes to you. I’m here to support you in however way you choose. But promise me if I do fuck up, that you’ll address it with me head-on.” He needed her to just be honest with him. The whole dynamic of their relationship (or whatever they were) was different now, and he wanted to make sure that they met every obstacle upfront.

Something changed on her face at his words. The sadness in her eyes was replaced with a softness that could only be described as gratitude. “You won’t—fuck up, that is—but I promise I will.”

“Well, if this isn’t a promiscuous position…”

Elain whirled on the bed as Azriel shot to his feet, finding Viviane, smirking like a cat, standing in their doorway.

“Promiscuous how?” Elain demanded.

A blonde brow disappeared into the nurse’s hairline. “Did I not just walk in on him down on one knee?”

The color drained from his face.

“Shit, you two aren’t engaged, are you?”

“Dear lord, Viv! No!” Elain hissed. “He was helping me put my shoes on.”

Viviane strolled further into the room. “How am I supposed to know! You and Axel here move between lightning-fast and glacial speeds. I took a guess.”

“Nope, you called me Azriel yesterday. No more of the Axel bullshit.” He crossed his arms as she stared him down. Tattooed lines peeked out beneath the t-shirt over his biceps stretching from the movement.

The sweet smile she flashed him sent shivers running down his spine. “It does bother you! I knew it.” Viviane cackled like a full-on witch.

Elain rose up off the bed, shaking her head. “Please tell me you’re bothering us because you have my discharge papers?”

She huffed in outrage. “You’re no fun, Ellie. But yes,” she waved said papers in the air. “I come bearing gifts of freedom. Sign them and drop them off at the nurse’s station on your way out.”

Taking the papers and shooing the nurse from the room, Elain began signing them, seemingly oblivious to the world around her.

Azriel took a minute just to study her profile. Fuck, she was beautiful. She had pulled her brown tresses up into a messy bun at the crown of her head. Strands of hair fell delicately around her face, over her ears, and down the back of her elegant neck.

Elain had been beautiful in high school—easily the most beautiful girl in school, though she’d deny it at every corner. But as an adult, she was devastating. Her child-like structure had grown into a gorgeous woman. All soft curves, rounded hips, and a fucking ass to boot.

Azriel would be lying if he said he hadn’t checked out Elain’s ass when they were living together, especially when she lounged around in those godforsaken leggings that drove him absolutely wild.

But it was more than that. Her hair had gotten longer—darker too than when he previously knew her. Her face filled out a bit more, leading to rounded cheeks that he loved to see turn pink. Her beautiful brown, expressive eyes that would change to a lovely honey color in the right lighting were framed by long, dark lashes.

And while he was an ass man through and through, it was her chest that had tormented him the most in that dress from the gala and the fundraiser. She had grown considerably there, even beating Nesta in that asset area.

It had been so long since he let himself think of her like that. But with their declarations yesterday, and wherever they currently sat relationship-wise, he couldn’t stop his mind from wandering like that.

Elain tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re staring,” she stated obviously, her eyes still scanning the page of her release forms.

Busted.

“Does it make you uncomfortable?” he asked, unsure if she didn’t like it.

She looked at him then. Assessed his question and weighed her answer. “No,” she replied honestly. “It doesn’t.” Her head cocked to the side as she debated something internally. “Where are we going after this?”

Azriel had been trying to figure out a way to bring up their current living situation. He didn’t want to assume that Elain wanted to go back to his place, but he also wasn’t sure if she felt comfortable to go back to hers too, given that was where all hell broke loose. He wanted it to be her choice. “Where would you like to go?”

Elain worried on her bottom lip with her teeth.

Fuck, he wanted to do that for her, but he restrained himself.

“Can we go back to your place?” she asked, voice incredibly small. It made his chest hurt. She fiddled with the pen in her lap. “I don’t know if I can go back to mine.”

“You don’t have to,” he said earnestly.

Elain met his gaze.

He added, “You don’t ever have to go back to that apartment if you don’t want. If you want to find a new place, you can, but you’re more than welcome to stay with me.”

“In your guest room?”

Azriel knew what she was hinting at. “In whatever room you wish to stay in.” Fuck, did he just ask her to move in with him? Shit, he hoped he didn’t scare her.

But she just studied him. No hint of fear or anxiety on her face. Elain stood, clutching the discharge papers in one hand, and held out her other to him. “Let’s go home,” she breathed.

The words clanged through him, making his heart beat rapidly in his chest. He laced their fingers together, knowing that whatever they faced in this world, no matter where they ended up, as long as she was beside him, he would always be home.

~~~

Azriel had called Cash to tell him that Elain had been released from the hospital and that they were going back to his place. His brother asked if they would mind the company, knowing both of her sisters were anxious to see her.

He relayed the question to her, giving her the choice to say no. But in the end, she agreed and said that they could meet them at the penthouse.

When they arrived, both sets of siblings were already there, if Cash’s Jeep and Rhys’s Range Rover were anything to go by. The ride up in the elevator was silent. Az had no idea why, but something itched at him under his skin. He assumed it was because he wanted to ensure Elain was comfortable.

He cleared his throat to get her attention without startling her. “If at any time you want them to leave, just say the word and I’ll kick them all out.”

Elain’s brow raised, but a small smile caught the corner of her mouth. “You’d kick Nesta out?” She huffed out a laugh. “I have a feeling she’ll be sleeping between us.” Seeming to realize what she had said, her face turned a light shade of pink.

Az reached out to touch her cheek, letting his thumb skim over the apple of it. He would never stop thanking the Mother that Elain seemed to melt into his touch. “Believe me when I say that nobody will be sleeping between us when it gets to that point.” He added the last bit to tell her that he didn’t expect anything from her. Did not ask for anything she wasn’t willing to give freely.

The elevator doors slid open, and he escorted her out. They had barely stepped into the entryway before they were ambushed by their family.

Azriel froze when Feyre and Nesta approached their sister, anticipating them to grab her into a hug. Knowing how she reacted to Cash’s touch, he stepped forward as if to intervene, if necessary, but the look from his brother had him stopping in his tracks. He watched as both Nesta and Feyre held out their hands to Elain instead.

Elain hesitated, her arms hovering between her and their outstretched palms. But then her shoulders relaxed as she released a breath and took their hands in hers.

He wasn’t sure which sister made the soft sobbing sound, but the three of them embraced each other and he knew she was okay.

His brothers smiled fondly at their wives before they turned their attention back to him.

It was Cash’s subtle nod towards the hallway behind him that gave him an uneasy feeling.

He cleared his throat again, breaking up the sister’s reunion.

Elain turned her head towards him.

“We’re going into my office for a minute. Will you be okay?” Az ignored how the others seemed to scrutinize their conversation.

“Yeah,” she finally breathed. “Yes, I’ll be fine.”

Again, he reached out to cup her cheek, then leaned forward to brush a kiss on her forehead.

Elain gripped his wrist and gave it a comforting squeeze before returning her attention to her sisters.

He also ignored the shocked look on everyone’s faces as he made his way towards his office, his brothers hot on his heels. He dropped into his chair behind his desk with a groan—his back aching in protest from the awkward position he slept in the night before.

Rhys shut the door to his office behind them.

Well, that couldn’t be good. “What’s the damage?”

Cash and Rhys exchanged a look before the former said, “She let you touch her. Not just touch, but kiss her.”

Az cocked an eyebrow.

“After what happened with Graysen, Elain had issues with being touched, as you know. But it was more particular with males than females. It took nearly two months after her freely allowing her sisters to touch her that she felt comfortable enough with casual touches from Cash and myself,” Rhys explained. “When Cash told me about her flinching from him on the tarmac, we assumed it’d be the same.”

“Is that what that whole hand thing with her sisters was about?” he asked genuinely curious. He wasn’t around during her initial trauma—then again, if he had been, she wouldn’t have been attacked. Just another tainted mark on his life.

“Stop,” Cassian snapped. “Whatever shit just went through your head, stop it. You’re not to blame for what happened in her past.”

Agree to disagree, then.

His brother shook his head, muttering something he chose not to hear under his breath. “To answer your question, yes. Feyre, Nesta, and Elain worked out a system to help identify when Elain was okay with being touched, and when she wasn’t. They would hold out their hands to her when they wanted to hug her or whatever,” he waved a hand in indifference. “If Elain took their hands, they were free to do so. If she ignored them, it meant she didn’t want to be touched. It was an idea her therapist came up with when she struggled to communicate her good days versus her bad ones.”

He blinked in surprise. “That’s actually—a well-thought-out idea.”

Rhys leaned back in his chair, crossing an ankle at the knee. “We adopted the method, but it took her two months before she took our hands too.”

“So, that brings us back around to the unspoken question of whether you two are back together or not.”

He rolled his eyes. “Subtle transition there, Cash.”

Cassian shot him a cheeky grin—one that told him he wasn’t getting out of the question.

Azriel sighed. “We haven’t had that conversation yet. I’m not putting that on her right now. But,” he couldn’t stop the stupid little grin on his face, “we admitted we still love each other.”

“It’s about damn time,” Rhys muttered. “Did you kiss her? A real one, not any of those forehead ones.”

He shook his head at his brother’s antics but refused to answer the question.

Violet eyes twinkled. “I’m taking your silence as a confirmation.”

“Why must you insert yourself into places where it doesn’t belong?”

“Speaking of inserting ourselves where we don’t belong,” Cash began, tracing his finger around the armrest of the chair he sat in. “Nesta has been on the phone nonstop for the last twenty-four hours handling calls with the police department on your behalf. I’ve modified a report so the entire warehouse incident looked like an FBI raid.”

Azriel stiffened. “You shouldn’t have done that for me.”

“It wasn’t just you, Az. Elain’s name popped up too. There were too many unanswered questions. Doing this covers us all.”

“Your ass is on the line, Cash,” he challenged. He refused to let his brother go down for his problems.

Cassian ran his tongue over his teeth—it was one of his signs that he was holding back on his temper. “I’m aware of that. But you are my brother and Elain is like my sister. I will do anything to make sure you two get your happily ever after, no matter what. I know what I’m doing. Plus, my smokin’ hot, attorney wife is coming in on the other side of your defense. We’re basically your wall of protection. So, don’t argue with me; just say thank you and be done with it.”

Rhys was grinning like a fiend. He got this sort of sick satisfaction when Cassian and Az got to arguing like that.

“Shut up, Rhys,” he snapped.

“I didn’t even say anything!”

A knock on his office door interrupted his retort as Nesta peeked her head in.

“Hey,” she greeted, her eyes landing on his.

Azriel sat up straight. “Is everything okay?” he asked, voice edged with worry.

Nesta opened the door wider to let herself in. “She’s fine. Feyre was going to help her take a shower. She said she felt gross. But she doesn’t have any clothes here. Do you have some she can borrow until we can figure out a living situation—”

“She’s staying here with me.” At her raised brow, he amended, “Or, at least she said she wanted to come here. The choice of where she wants to stay is up to her. But she didn’t want to go back to her apartment.”

Blue-gray eyes scrutinized him; seemed to pick apart his words until she was satisfied with his answer. Nodding in agreement, she said, “About the change of clothes.”

Azriel was already out of his chair. “Yes, she can borrow some of mine until we get hers over here. Or wherever she wants to go.”

Nesta turned her attention to her husband. “Can you throw something together for food? Maybe like some soup or anything else comforting. I think Ellie will like that.”

Cassian followed his lead, standing up out of his chair. “Yes, of course. Az, what do you have in your fridge?”

“Everything. Have at it,” he answered, striding from his office and up the stairs to his bedroom. He grabbed a t-shirt, boxers, and a pair of sweatpants from his dresser when he noticed the black box still sitting on top.

The necklace.

Reaching out for it, he pulled back the lid to look at the necklace lying on the velvet cushion. His thumb stroked the pendant once before he snapped the box shut and shoved it into his top dresser drawer. He’d eventually offer it back to Elain—but not now.

Az made his way to the guest bedroom where Elain was showering. He heard Feyre talking downstairs as he approached, so he knocked on the bathroom door. “Elain, I’ve brought you some clothes. Do you want me to bring them in there or leave them out here?”

At her extended silence, he grew worried. He knew that being alone with your thoughts after events like what she experienced could drown you. His heart ached at the thought of her feeling such despair. “Elain, are you okay? Can I come in?” His ears strained to hear anything besides the running water through the closed door.

A heartbeat passed.

Then another.

Until finally, there! Was that a sniffled cry?

“Elain?” he tried again, twisting the nob in his hand, finding it unlocked. “Hey, I’m coming in.” Az pushed his way through the doorway and was met with a cloud of steam. “El,” he tried, stepping further into the bathroom. The door clicked shut behind him and he turned towards the running shower.

He found her sitting on the marble floor, legs bent, arms wrapped around her knees. Her face was buried in the small opening she created for herself. Pale shoulders shook from the force of her held in sobs.

“Shit,” he swore, tossing the spare clothes onto the counter. He kicked off his shoes and socks before stepping into the scalding water—it nearly burnt his skin and he cursed, reaching out to turn the temperature down.

Elain’s pale flesh had darkened to a bright red.

Fuck, he hoped she hadn’t burnt herself.

His clothes stuck to his body like a second layer of skin, but he didn’t care as he sat down next to her and pulled her naked body across his lap. “Hey,” he cooed, his hand caressed her soaked hair down her back. “I’m here,” he breathed.

Angry, red lines ran down her arms like she had scratched at her skin until it nearly bled. “I can still feel the blood of them,” she whispered through her cries.

Az tucked her tighter against him, his chin rested on her head. “There’s no blood, love.”

“I killed them,” she sobbed loudly, burying her head into his chest.

He knew the others could hear her—their footsteps running up the stairs told him that. He had barely twisted to cover her body with his own when the bathroom door flew open.

“Get out,” he ordered, looking at the four siblings.

His brothers, seeing her naked form, retreated hastily back into the bedroom. But neither of Elain’s sisters budged.

He knew she would hate to be seen like this, the vulnerability of the position she was in. “I’ve got it, get out,” he said more insistently.

Gratitude flashed across Feyre’s face before she pushed Nesta out the door and shut it behind her.

Azriel didn’t speak again to Elain, knowing she needed to just let her emotions out. He kept her held against him, rocking her gently until her nails that she had dug into his chest had flattened over his sternum. He kept her ear pressed over his heart—let the steady rhythm of it calm her. His hands never stopped moving over her body as he kissed the top of her head.

They sat for who knows how long in the spray of the shower, but it was long enough that the water had gone cool.

“Does it ever stop?” she asked, voice so quiet, he almost missed it over the sound of the running water. “Picturing what you’ve done?”

He wanted to tell her yes—wanted to give her that reassurance. But it would be a lie. “No. Not really. You’ll always remember what happened, what you had to do to survive. But with time, it gets easier.” Azriel pulled back enough to look down at her; he used his hand to cup her jaw and force her gaze to his. “Elain, you are not a bad person. This does not make you a murderer. What you did, you did to survive. We both would not be here now if it weren’t for you.”

“I’ve broken my vow.” The words sounded shattered, edged with guilt and shame.

It took him a moment to realize what she meant. Her vow as a doctor to never take a life. He had forgotten what it would mean to her. It was beyond her survival. She had broken some fundamental rule cast upon herself—one he wouldn’t understand because he couldn’t. It was different to her; the whole situation was different for her. “By breaking that vow, you saved my life, Elain. You saved me. And I know it doesn’t mean much in reality now, but I owe you everything because of it. I’m sorry I couldn’t prevent that from happening, but this does not make you any less of a doctor, or a human. You survived through it and you’re going to survive through the challenge of moving on.” His thumb swept over her cheek, a movement of reassurance. “You’re so strong, Elain. There isn’t anything you can’t get through. I promise you that.”

She leaned into his touch; her eyes fluttering shut. “How do I move past it?” she whispered, looking up into his face with such hope. It stole every ounce of air from his lungs.

He kept his thumb moving, let the soothing strokes of it calm her. “You remember all the good things in your life and you thank God or the Mother or whatever higher power you believe in that you get to live another day with those you care about.”

Elain wrapped her arms around his neck. It was a gesture of comfort. One he reciprocated ten-fold.

She kissed the side of his neck, the softness of it made a shiver run down his spine. “We should probably get out now.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, standing up with ease, her still cradled in his arms. With practiced precision, he turned the showerhead off and climbed out. Az gently set her down on the counter, then quickly snatched the towel from the rack and wrapped it around her body. He reached under her sink to grab a second towel for himself, though it was fairly useless to dry off his soaked t-shirt and jeans.

Elain slipped off the counter and secured her towel around her chest. “Here, let me,” she said, taking his from him. Her hand closed around the hem of his shirt and she looked up at him, nodding for him to pull it off.

Azriel reached behind his head and shucked the wet fabric off and tossed it over to the tub. It made a slapping sound against the porcelain.

He heard her suck in a breath, and then she reached up her hand and laid it flat against his bare chest.

He didn’t dare breathe as she touched him.

Elain let her fingers splay over his sternum, felt the warm skin beneath. She traced a line of his tattoo, similarly to how she did that night she removed his stitches. Beautiful doe-eyes blinked up at him. Golden strands woven within the chocolate brown of her irises glowed in the florescent lighting. “Will you kiss me?” she breathed.

Like he could ever tell her no.

Az brought his hand to her head, tilting it upwards. He searched her face, just to be sure that she wanted this. When he found no signs of hesitation, he leaned down and kissed her softly.

She melted into his embrace, her body going a bit languid.

“I love you,” he said against her lips.

She whimpered, rising up on her tiptoes to kiss him more fully. “I love you, too.”

His fingers threaded through her wet hair, combing through the tangles. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing you say that.” He wouldn’t. Hearing Elain tell him she loved him is singlehandedly the best words ever spoken to him.

She pulled back to look up at him. “I’ll tell you every day then,” she told him honestly, leaning forward to kiss his chest. Elain pressed her cheek to his pec.

Fuck, she was so small compared to him. He wrapped his arms around her, securing her against him.

“Can you tell the others to go home?” she asked quietly. “I just want to spend time alone with you right now.”

His heart swelled. “Of course. Let me change and I’ll go ask them to leave.” He dropped a kiss to the top of her head. “I brought you some clothes to change into. We’ll get you some tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Az.”

He smiled fondly at her before slipping from the bathroom and heading back to his bedroom. Quickly drying off, he pulled on a pair of dry sweats and another t-shirt, making his way back downstairs to his family. They were sitting at the bar conversing quietly but turned to look at him.

“Is she okay?” Nesta asked.

He nodded. “She’s fine. But she wants to be alone. I hate to ask, but can you guys give us some time?”

Both of her sisters hesitated, not wanting Elain to go through this by herself.

“You’ll call us if anything changes?” Nesta asked, not wanting to leave but also not wanting to crowd her sister.

“You know I will.”

“I made some vegetable soup. It’s one of Elain’s favorites, or as close to her favorite as I could muster with lack of prep work,” Cassian said, pointing to the pot simmering on the stove.

“Thank you, Cash. She’ll appreciate that.”

His brothers clapped him on the shoulder as they left. Once the elevator doors slid closed, Az began ladling soup into two bowls. He pulled out a breakfast tray and loaded it up with their dinner, then grabbed two water bottles from his fridge and a pack of saltine crackers from the pantry.

Balancing the tray with one hand, he practically jogged back up the stairs and into his guest bedroom. Only to find it empty. “Elain?” he called, heading back to the hallway and down to his bedroom.

He found her standing at his dresser, staring at the picture of him and his brothers. The one she took of them that summer the six of them went to Rhys’s parents’ cabin.

“I love this picture of the three of you,” she stated, glancing at him. Her eyes landed on the tray he was carrying. “What’s that?”

“Dinner. Cash made vegetable soup before they left.” He noticed her hair had been brushed back. “Did you brush your hair?”

A lovely pink dusted her cheeks. “Yeah, I borrowed your hairbrush. I hope that was okay.”

Az set the tray on the top of his dresser. “You can borrow anything you want.” His eyes traveled down her form, noticing for the first time that she wasn’t wearing the sweats he brought her.

Noticing his gaze, her hands gripped the hem of his shirt.

Fuck she looked good in his clothes.

“The sweats were too big—slid right off my hips.”

He frowned. “Not that I don’t mind you wearing my stuff, we’ll get some clothes for you here tomorrow.” He nodded towards his bed. “Sit.”

Elain did as she was told, folding her legs into a crisscross style.

Azriel set the tray on the bed and handed her a bowl, sitting down next to her with his own. “Cash said vegetable soup is your favorite?”

She took a bite, nodding. “It is. There’s a Mexican restaurant downtown that makes a spicy vegetable soup. I love to get it when I’m feeling under the weather. Cash has tried to make it by taste—the owner always refuses to give him the recipe—but he always seems to be missing something. He’s made it his mission to try and replicate it.”

He couldn’t stop the deep chuckle that echoed from his chest. “That sounds like Cash. Once he sets his mind to something, there’s no going back.”

Elain huffed out a laugh, her eyes going back to the photograph. “That’s not the frame I gave you that picture in.” There was nothing accusatory in her tone, only general curiosity. He was surprised she realized it wasn’t the same one, though he probably shouldn’t have been.

Az scratched the back of his head. “Yeah, the old one got broken by accident.”

Her brows furrowed in the most adorable way. “How’d it break?”

He knew he’d eventually have to tell her, he just thought he’d have more time to come up with a better way of explaining it. “Cassian and I got into a pretty bad fight the night of graduation until it came to blows.”

Golden-brown eyes softened and she tucked a lock of her still drying hair behind her ear. “Over me.”

It wasn’t a question, but he still nodded. “When Rhys pulled Cash off me, he slammed into the wall and knocked the picture frame there.” He set his mostly empty bowl back on the tray, twisting to face her more fully. “Elain, I can’t explain how sorry I am for the pain I caused you back then.” His gaze dropped to his lap, shame washing over him. “That will always be my biggest regret.”

There was a moment where she paused to contemplate his words. Elain set her own bowl back down, then moved the tray over to the nightstand on her side of the bed, and crawled onto his lap. Her hands rested on his shoulders, felt the strength there before she slipped them into his hair.

His fingers went to her waist, steadying her on his lap, but he still refused to look up at her. The guilt he felt, even to this day, was enough to swallow him whole.

She tugged on the strands of his hair, forcing him to look at her. “I forgive you, Azriel.”

When he tried to pull his head away, her grip tightened on his locks, holding him in place. It didn’t stop his eyes from shooting downcast towards their laps. To the plastic bandage that covered the stitches in her thigh. His thumb trailed down past the edge of his boxers to her bare thigh. He lightly swiped it over the covered wound.

“Azriel, look at me.”

His entire body shuddered at the way she reverently said his name.

She tugged more forcefully on his hair. “Hey, look at me.”

Finally, he met her gaze. Let her see the harbored guilt he bore.

Her hands settled onto his jaw, thumbs sweeping under the high arches of his cheekbones. “We do not let our past mistakes define us. They do not get to dictate how much happiness we deserve now.” Another pass of her thumbs on his face had the weight he carried lifting from his shoulders. “I forgive you, Azriel. The question that remains is whether you can forgive yourself.”

The truth of her words weighed on him. He knew she was correct—that he couldn’t carry around this guilt and pain for the rest of his life. He deserved to finally be free and she sure as hell didn’t deserve to have the burden thrust upon her shoulders. “Over time, I think I could.”

She smiled sadly at him, not in pity but with understanding. “Then you’ll have it. Whatever time you need. Just promise me that you will work towards finding that healing within yourself. You deserve to not carry your past on your shoulders, Az. You’re allowed to move forward and be happy.”

His arms wrapped around her waist, tugging her closer to him so he could kiss her properly. His scarred palm splayed across her lower back, pressing her into his chest.

Elain reciprocated earnestly, letting his tongue tangle with hers.

They kissed until they had to break apart to breathe.

She leaned her forehead against his, panting, but there was a dopy-type of smile on her face.

Az dropped a kiss to her nose before sliding down the bed and letting her lie on top of him. Her weight was comforting and it didn’t take long for her eyes to close and her breathing to even out. He let her stay like that, fingers running through her hair. Content to just watch her sleep until well into the night.

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Band-Aids Don’t Fix Bullet Holes, But Your Kisses Do

summary: in a standoff with an unsub, reader makes a choice: her life or spencer’s.

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

category: angst/fluff at the end

warnings/includes: canon typical case violence, based off of episode “haunted” so spoilers, guns/gun violence, hospitals, kissing, mentions of hotch’s stabbing

word count: 3437

author’s note: i wrote this one a while ago and thought i’d share it. if anyone wants to be tagged, i’m going to figure it out and i’ll add you to a tag list!!

Band-Aids Don’t Fix Bullet Holes, But Your Kisses Do

The two agents that sat on swivel chairs facing each other fake arguing about an episode of Dr. Who. Spencer had his legs straight out, resting on Y/N’s lap comfortably. She leaned forward and placed her chin on her hand as she explained to Spencer her thoughts on the episode.

“Spencer, you cannot tell me that you don't think David Tennant is hot! I watched the episode with you and I can tell you are-"

“I’m not going to argue against that, Y/N. David Tennant is,” Spencer started as he fiddled with the lollipop that Garcia handed him when he and Y/N walked into the bullpen.

“Is what, Spence?” A teasing look graced her face as Spencer’s blush grew down his exposed neck and collarbone.

“He’s hot, okay Y/N is that what you want me to say!” Spencer’s voice rose a couple octaves from his admission over his not-so-subtle-crush on The Doctor.

“That’s exactly what I wanted you to say, Spencer. Least I know we have the same type” She said with a wink.

“You got a type, Y/N?” Derek called from the doorway of the conference room.

“Yeah, hot doctors with brown hair” Emily said without missing a beat. She had walked in behind Derek, the pair of them discussing her annual Sin-to-Win Weekend in Atlantic City.

“But they, you know, have to be like Time Lords, or whatever” She said in efforts to cover up her growing discomfort.

She turned her attention back to Reid, who was in the process of trying to remove his leg from her warm lap. He did not want to give Derek anymore ammunition to make sly jokes at his not-so-subtle-crush on his best friend/co-worker. Secretly, he wanted to keep his leg there, against her soft thigh and maybe she’d drop her hands on his leg in a comforting gesture of….friendship.

Garcia placed a tin decorated with white and orange cats dressed in bonnets on the table just within reach of Hotch’s usual spot near the monitor. Reid reached forward to open the tin, which he deduced was filled with Penelope’s infamous snickerdoodle cookies. Unfortunately, before the genius profiler could reach the gaudy tin, Penelope swatted his hand away from grasping the cookies.

“Hey! Those are for Hotch” Penelope shouted as she grabbed the tin and moved them closer to Hotch’s chair.

“What? You know I love cookies, Garcia. Come on, Hotch hates attention”

“I just made some cookies, it’s not like I made him a cake.” Penelope argued as Derek and Emily both quietly eyed the cookies.

“Spence, we’ll make cookies tonight. It looks like it’s just a paperwork day” Y/N said with a slight smile, that, in turn, elicited a big grin from an unsuspecting Spencer.

“Anyway,” Derek started as he chose to ignore the interaction that unfolded before him “we all know he’s going to act like nothing happened” he remarked as he fingered through the dozen case files spread out before him on the table.

“Doesn’t mean we have to,” Penelope said sadly as she looked down at the cat cookie tin.

“Maybe we should,” Reid said quietly to his co-workers.

“But, I’m not built like that!” said Penelope.

“Hotch is though, Penny,” Y/N noted as she snuck a cookie while Penelope’s back was turned. She broke it in half and handed it to Spencer under the table. He winked at her as she shushed him.

“Yeah, Y/N,” Spencer said with a mouthful of cookie, “Hotch never blinks” he finished with a large swig of lukewarm, sugared coffee.

“Classic Alpha Male” Spencer said, looking towards Derek.

“Do you think he stared down Foyet...you know while it happened?” Emily questioned. She was usually the one who could stomach all these, but when it came to the team, she was as nervous as the lot of them.

“It’s probably what saved his life,” Derek said somberly.

“He can’t be okay,” Penelope said with a whisper.

“I wouldn’t be,” Spencer said with an air of uncertainty, “I’m a blinker”

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There was an uncomfortable silence during the ride to Louisville. Hotch was more sullen than usual, but, thankfully, Garcia broke the tension with her reports via computer screen.

“Our point in Louisville is Lieutenant Kevin Mitchell, my contacts don’t report any more attacks related to this unsub” JJ relayed. She sat next to Derek, who was across from Hotch and Rossi. Emily sat criss cross on the table across from the foursome. On the small jet couch, Spencer and Y/N played a game of chess as they listened to the initial reports JJ received from the local PD.

“Call’s proving hard to track. He never had a driver’s license, so he’s probably still on foot,” Spencer mumbled without removing his eyes from the chessboard.

“Or public transportation,” Y/N added as she cringed when Spencer announced “check”.

“Well, he’s not going to get anywhere too far with his face all over the news,” Emily continued.

“So, what do we think the stressor is,” Rossi nodded.

“He just lost his job. Worked in a factory since 1990. He made appliances forever. Not a single promotion” Garcia’s voice came across a little staticky.

“That’s a long time to be bitter,” Derek posed.

“Or he just doesn’t care,” Reid countered.

“According, to what you sent over Garcia, he kind of seems like a hermit. Far as I can tell he’s got no one. No wife, no children, no parents.” Y/N added with a sad tone in her voice.

With a sharp tone, Hotch added “then why didn’t he kill himself?”

“He’s not finished killing yet,” Reid continued the thought, “check mate!”

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It was at times like these that it seemed like the case drags on forever. Call had kidnapped a little boy, who, Spencer had figured out was Call’s biological son. The local PD was getting them nowhere. Those overly macho cops seemed to be having a difficult time taking orders from JJ. Y/N watched as she marched over to Mitchell and demanded that he give a press conference.

Y/N chuckled quietly to herself as she watched the interaction. JJ was a force to be reckoned with, especially when the life of an innocent child was at stake. That cop had no idea who he was challenging.

“Hey, Y/N,” Spencer called from his spot in front of the whiteboard. It was decorated with a combination of their messy, rushed handwriting. Spencer grasped his blue marker and looked at Y/N with a painful expression.

“I’m not getting anywhere with this geographical profile,” Spencer’s somber tone flooded Y/N’s emotions with an overwhelming sense to comfort him.

“Spencer, put the marker down and look at me, please, for a second.” He obliged as he turned to face her.

Y/N reached up on her tiptoes to gently rub her hands along the base of Spencer’s neck. He could feel the tension melt away. Spencer was not one for physical affection, but he realized that he, in fact, craved the soft touches of people he trusted. Whether it was a brotherly pat on the back from Morgan, a playful high five from Garcia, a proud fist bump from Hotch, Spencer had grown to seek out affection.

“Y/N,” he said. His voice but a whisper in the loud, hectic bullpen.

“Shh,” She could sooth his worries just with a graze of her hands across his neck. It was magic to a scientist. Her magical presence set him on fire.

“Hey, we can do this, Spence, all of us, but we need you,” Y/N voice mirrored his own. A hushed whisper that fueled the flames of his love.

Instead of kissing her forehead or even hugging her, all Spencer could make out was a small thank you, before, like the wind, she was gone to see if Garica had any updates on the missing boy.

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In a frantic hour, Garcia had discovered a possible location of Tommy and his father, Darrin. Like most the unsubs, they were children of tragedy. Children of abusive homes and of deep rooted violence. It was up to the team, as they raced down the street in their crowded SUVs, to stop the cycle of violence for claiming another innocent child.

“Hotch, you are on speaker,” Emily called from the passenger seat of the car as Derek sped down the warehouse where they suspected Tommy to be held.

“Do not go in there without SWAT, do you all here me?” Hotch said sternly.

“That means you, Derek, don’t go in there till backup gets there,” JJ added from the phone that Emily held.

“You got it, boss man,” Derek made a sharp turn that led Y/N to nearly fall into Spencer, who sat next to her.

“Spencer! Where is your vest!?” Y/N asked him impatiently, with a tinge of nervousness and fear laced in her tone.

“Y/N, Call doesn’t have a gun, he’s been using weapons of opportunity. The profile points to him not even being armed right now. If anything-”

“Screw the profile, Spencer!” Y/N’s voice was hysterical now. “You need to where a damn vest, you are an FBI agent, if you get-”

Y/N’s rant to Spencer was stopped short by the disturbing sight before her. From the SUV the four of them could see an even more distraught Call standing out in the middle of the warehouse parking lot. He held Tommy by the neck, with a gun pointed at his temple. Derek stopped the car and jumped out, his gun wielded as he began to try to talk the man down.

“Call, drop the weapon and release Tommy, right now!” Derek’s voice loomed large and powerful as Emily, Reid, and Y/N each got out of the vehicle and turned their spots with Morgan.

“You don’t want to hurt Tommy,” Spencer started. “we know who he is to you, we know that he’s your son, and that you weren’t there for him.” He put his gun away in an attempt to show Call that he was not a threat. Y/N could read the desperation in Spencer’s voice from a mile away. Call, like Spencer’s mom lives with schizophrenia. Spencer and Hotch nearly had it out in the middle of the bullpen after Spencer insinuated that Hotch was implying that Call was only going on this murder spree because of his condition.

“Just let the boy go, Call.” Y/N continued the track that Derek and Spencer started. “Just let your son go. We will make sure that you can get medicine, that’s why you went to the pharmacy, right? You need meds to help yourself and then,-”

Out of the corner of her eye, Y/N could see Spencer inching closer and closer to Tommy. As if it was a chain reaction, Call drew his weapon and fired towards Spencer. Before she even could realize the consequences of her actions, Y/N tackled Spencer to the ground. The bullet lodged itself into the Kevlar vest she wore. Her side burned as she came to understand what had transpired in the last couple of seconds.

Spencer scrambled onto his knees and clutched Y/N’s cold hands in his.

“Spence, I’m okay,” Y/N said as she struggled to sit up straight with Spencer practically laying on top of her.

“No, Y/N! Don’t do that,” Spencer started with tears flooding the corners of his eyes. The little droplets made his sometimes brown and sometimes green eyes sparkle with sadness.

Spencer moved his hands from the place where the bullet lodged itself in her Kevlar to grasp her face tenderly. But his movement caused her cheek to be painted with a deep red handprint in the shape of the crying man crouching before her hand.

“Spencer,” she let out a small whimper when she saw the look of horror on his face. Before he could even ask her why she did what she did, Y/N passed out, her limp, cold hand finding its home in the comfort of soft, warm ones.

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The rest of the case passed in a numbing hum for Spencer. Once Y/N got shot by Call he let go of Tommy and Derek shot him the leg. Spencer did not even stay for when Emily and Derek apprehended the unsub. It was like his legs acted of their own accord when the EMT showed up for Y/N and he walked with them never letting go of her hand.

The ride to the hospital in the back of the ambulance was hectic. The EMTs had to monitor her heart rate, her blood pressure, and her oxygen. Even the temptation of numbers could not capture Spencer’s attention as he mulled over the possible conclusions to why Y/N would take a bullet for him. There was no logical reason for it. Not one. Spencer let the steady rocking of the ambulance to soothe him as he gently rubbed his thumb over Y/N’s hand. Even though he longed to hold her against himself, this would have to do, for now at least. Till then, Spencer forced his mind to focus on the pattern that her beating heart created.

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Hospitals terrified Spencer. The smell, the sick people, the people who were unsavable. Part of him wonders what his life would be like if he became a medical doctor. As a kid, he had a future where he could do anything he could dream of. Cure schizophrenia on Monday, operate on an inoperable tumor on Tuesday- that’s what his life could have been like.

But sitting there, in the sterile hospital with the white walls and constant beeping, Spencer’s mind was only thinking of another life he could be out living. In the minutes that he sat with Y/N as she lay in pain in his arm, false memories of a life together painted in his mind. Laughing children, family picnics, couple’s Halloween costumes. He stroked her hair and saw a life so familiar that he could almost taste it. He tasted cookies that they baked together as they danced without a care in the world. He tasted Halloween and Forth of July and all the holidays in between. He tasted butterfly kisses with his children that had her hair and her eyes and her smile.

He was stripped away from those memories that he didn’t even own. Now all he could taste was the bitterness of regret, the sourness of what if, and the tartness of the nightmares masquerading as reality.

“Family of Y/L/N,” a surgeon dressed in light blue scrubs walked into the waiting area with an unreadable expression on her face.

JJ and Derek stood up immediately as the doctor went to continue to deliver the news.

“She’s awake and doing okay,” the doctor said with a relieved expression.

“Oh that goodness,” JJ said as she hugged Emily in a moment of happiness.

“She’s a fighter,” Derek quipped, “I’m going to call Garcia, she’s probably a nervous wreck”

“She’ll make a full recovery, but should avoid air travel because her internal bleeding,” the doctor reported, “also, which one of you is Spencer? Even since she’d been lucid, she’s been asking for you,” she said looking around at the remaining group, with her eyes landing on the man in question.

“She is?” Spencer questioned carefully. He was worried that maybe she regretted jumping in front of him.

“Yes, why don’t you come with me. It may make her more comfortable having someone she wants with her”

Y/N wants him.

Him.

Spencer was not sure how he even walked himself down the corridor to where Y/N’s room was located. But sure enough, he was met with her ashen face beaming up at his.

“Y/N! Oh my goodness, are you okay, I mean, obviously you’re injured so you’re not okay. I don’t mean to invalidate your pain, I just...why, Y/N, why on Earth would you do that?” Spencer finished. His voice was more tender towards the end. He looked down at his friend before him and tried to read the expression that graced her face.

“Spencer, I did what I had to do. You….you would have died,” Spencer noticed the tears that puddled in her eyes and had to suppress the sudden urge to kiss them away.

“I’d rather die than live my life in a world without you, Spencer.”

Spencer closed his eyes and sat down on the bed with her.

“Why?” he asked in a voice that was hardly audible. It can’t be, he thought. Maybe this is just something that a teammate does for another teammate. Comrades in arms or something like that, he thought. Trying to make sense of senselessness.

“Why do you value my life more than yours? Why-how can you do that” there was not stopping tears in his eyes now. She reached out and held his face, like he held her as she bled out in the warehouse only a couple of hours ago.

“Spence, my life would be dull and gray without you in it. You’re my best-” She stared as he tensed up at what he knew was coming. She only jumped in front of him because it’s what a teammate does.

“Please, I can't bear to hear that. I-maybe you only can think of me as a teammate or worse a brother, but part of me. A hopeful and romantic part of me that I can't let go of the thought of you thinking about in a different way,” he was so embarrassed, so raw in the moment that he could not bear to even look her in the eyes.

“Spencer?” he could only watch the way that their fingers laced together. He focused on the patterns between the itchy hospital blanket.

“Y/N,” he started and took a deep breath. Spencer had never intended to tell her this. Maybe in moments of drunken bravery he thought about it, but he’d always sober up before his dreams could come to fruition.

“I’m a logical man, I solve problems for a living but sometimes. Sometimes, I can’t use logic to solve some problems, and there’s no logical reason for you to jump in front of a bullet for me. Unless you love me? And I hope with every fiber of being that you do, because I am so desperately in love with you”

Spencer allowed himself, for the first in his life, to have once of hope and faith.

Y/N’s eyes met Spencer’s in an uncharacteristically shy moment.

“I do, Spence. Of course I love you”

Spencer let out a nervous laugh as he, once again, gently placed his hands on her jaw. He placed a kiss on her forehead. The small, tender affection elicited a whimper from Y/N. Spencer jumped back in horror.

“Oh, honey did I hurt you? You gotta tell me where it hurts” he murmured in a comforting voice.

“Hmm, no I’ve just been waiting five years for you to kiss me and you settle on my forehead?” Y/N beamed up at him expectantly.

“Nowhere do you want me to kiss you, my dear?” Spencer questioned playfully.

“How about in between everywhere and anywhere you want, Doctor Reid,” Y/N, despite the pain, managed a smile for the man that held her hand so lovingly.

“How about here?” Spencer leaned forward and kissed the left corner of her mouth.

“Or here?” The right corner.

“What about here, I’ve dreamed of kissing you here.” He moved his mouth to meet the place on her neck that met her collarbone. Y/N looked up at Spencer dreamily. One day she might chalk it up to the painkillers flooding through her system, but the pure adoration that melted from Spencer’s lips to her skin was something that never knew she’d crave.

“And here”

His lips parted slightly as he moved in to meet hers. The feeling was more divine and earth shattering than when Prometheus gave humans fire. Together, intertwined in bedsheets, IVs, and fingers laced with hair, they lit a fire of their own. Kissing Spencer stopped time.

It was Y/N who broke first.

“Spencer,” she said with a new reverence that would only be reserved for him.

“Yes, sweet girl?”

“You gotta promise me something,” she said as she raked her hands across his arms, feeling him shudder under her touch.

“Anything and everything for you” he said, mirroring her earlier words to him.

“Wear a vest next time”

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Daydream [ Peter Parker x Reader ]

Summary :

‘a series of pleasant thoughts that distract one's attention from the present’ - [WARNING: contains spoilers for Spider-Man: No Way Home! Proceed with caution!]

There had been a change in the air since the connection between universes, most played it off as relief washing over the nation as the heroes once again fixed the wrong doings of the world. However, since the moment the fight at the statue ended, [Y/N] has yet to find a peaceful daydream.

What do you do when your dreams continue to weave themselves into reality, causing a relentless connection of Deja vu? And why did Spider-Man continue to appear in each dream..?

[Updates: Weekly]

A/N: This story uses gender-neutral pronouns for the reader! Please contact me directly or through replies to be added to my tag list for this series! Without further adieu, please enjoy and let me know what you think~

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prologue : reverie

’a state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream.’

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Everything around them felt wrong. It was not that they felt the world around them was fake, no. It did not feel like it was their world at all, familiar yet distant in the same space. There was a dull, grey tone that had been washed over the environment around them, however it left their own body free in its own vibrant colours. Turning their head to get a better look at their surroundings, they noted that every move made was slower than they were used to. The pace at which people walked, the speed cars were going, the fluttering of the pigeons dispersing from fear, it reminded them of a video being played at half speed. Their feet began to shuffle along the ground, there was something that was calling them to start moving away from their standing space. Tugging at their jacket in order to conceal their body further, their eyes darted from one object to another, trying to figure out where they were. How did they get there?

The young person’s pace picked up a bit as an unsettling feeling began to form in their stomach, being cautious as to not bump into anyone along the street. It was clear that they were in New York, that much could be gathered by the slew of taxi cabs, rushed members of the public, and idle conversations of the Daily Bugle’s last broadcast. As they approached the corner of the path, their next plan was to identify what part of New York they were in, a shred of hope shining through in their thoughts. Perhaps they were closer to home than they originally had thought, that was what they had wished for, at least. The idea of taking a nap to fix this probably came to mind, the idea making enough sense to deliver an extra sense of drive in their mission. Checking the direction of oncoming traffic, they hurriedly made their way across the street.

As their steps moved with a sense of urgency, their other senses began to grow numb. It was something that was not expected, and not an occurrence that had happened to them often. In the moment that they had begun to question it in thought however, a loud voice suddenly grabbed their attention.

“Watch out!”

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“... And that’s all I remember, next thing I knew, I was waking up,” they said, a tired strain coming through their voice. “Dunno what any of it means, either.”

“When did these dreams start again?” MJ spoke flatly, barely raising her eyes from her book. “Like, a couple weeks ago, right?”

“It was.. Not long after that incident happened? The one at the statue, since then it’s just been a long list of strange dreams with no meaning. And to top it off, someone always calls out to me, right as I wake up.”

“Maybe that’s your body trying to tell you to get up.”

“Maybe? But why is it always the same voice then?”

“Dunno, could it be your long lost sanity coming back to you?”

“Will you two quit your chatter and get back to work?! Michelle, put that damn book away, and help [Y/N] with the decorations. Christmas ain’t gonna decorate itself,” a rough, masculine voice broke up the conversation between the pair, earning a groan from MJ. Shutting her book, she glanced up at her co-worker.

“Do you need help, or?” She questioned, getting up from her seat.

“If you could take over for me, I’ll get started on switching the coffee over. Someone complained about it earlier but..” they sighed, slowly stepping themselves down off the ladder they were using. “I think their taste buds were just shoved in the wrong place.”

MJ attempted to keep herself from snickering, instead clearing her throat as she moved behind [Y/N]. Dusting off their uniform, they moved slowly behind the counter of the diner, avoiding the strange, sticky substance that the workers had collectively agreed to ignore. A running joke between those who frequented the diner was that no matter how hard someone would clean the spot, the stain had never let up. Not one to put more effort in their job than necessary, [Y/N] played favour into the idea. All that they knew was the colour of it turned darker as time moved on, the scent of it numbing to nothing. As they approached the coffee pot, their mind flickered back to the dream that had plagued them that previous night. It was beginning to grow into a problem with how vivid their dreams were becoming, what felt like reality trying to take a hold of their one escape from the environment around them. That was the part that had felt the most cruel to them, their escape method in the form of sleep was growing more tiring than life ever was. A small sigh escaped from their lips as their thoughts dragged onto a new idea, wondering how they would cope if these dreams kept up. How would it interfere with their day-to-day life when college would start, they wondered that most of all.

As their thoughts began to wander further, [Y/N] was interrupted by the chime of the entrance bell, signalling that a customer had likely entered the store. They cursed themselves under their breath, placing the unchanged coffee pot back where it had previously belonged. Turning their attention to the door, their eyes fell on a young man, standing with a bewildered look in his eyes. His hair was styled neatly, his clothing free from wrinkles and any trace of dirt. As they went to greet the customer, the young person’s eyes fell to someone who had walked in behind him.

“Oh, hey Ned! MJ is just over there if you wanna take a seat, I’ll be over in a sec,” they spoke with an extra bounce in their words, head gesturing toward where their friend was. Ned gave a nod in response, waving to MJ as he walked over in her direction.

[Y/N]’s smile faded a little, moving closer to the counter to gain the attention of the customer. Their brow furrowed, noticing a change in the man’s eyes, his look becoming more akin to fondness and reflection. They wondered to themselves if this customer had known their friends previously, or if he was an overly emotional man. Either seemed to be plausible, though. Clearing their throat, [Y/N] gained the young man’s attention toward themselves.

“Can I get you anything today? Or, did you need time to look at the menu a bit first?” They asked, patting down their pocket in order to find their notebook. Feeling their pocket being empty, they rolled their eyes, focusing their attention back onto the customer.

“M-my name’s Peter Parker and I..” he started to speak, his words catching as he began to look conflicted. [Y/N] could not recall the last time they had encountered a customer as odd as this one.

“.. would like a coffee.. please.”

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angryschnauzer · 3 years

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Moonlight On The Sand

Summary: Stationed to the desert for a short mission, you are on terrain inspection when the full moon emerges from behind the clouds. However little do you know there’s something about the Captain accompanying you that may change things forever. Based on this ask from @fairndsquare

Pairing; Captain Syverson x Female Reader (no race or size mentioned) Fandom: Henry Cavill, Sand Castle (Movie) Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Werewolves, Werewolf!Sy, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Unprotected Sex, Ovulation, Breeding, Outdoor Sex/Car Sex. This is NOT an ABO story.

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Sy fumed silently as he drove the truck through the abandoned desert. He was furious that he had been overruled, but the general had finally done a site visit and his word was final; Sy had to show the new logistics planner the area, and there was no avoiding it.

What the General didn’t know was what Sy had been through during his posting in the dry and barren landscape. That mythical creatures didn’t always originate from leafy green valleys, or snow capped mountains, sometimes they dwelled in dry arid plains and rocky outcrops.

The truck hit a particularly proud rock on the dirt track and leapt into the air, your hands flying as you grasped for something to steady yourself on, one on the dash and one on the particularly meaty thigh of your commanding officer.

“Sorry” the gruff man uttered through gritted teeth.

“S’okay… the moon’ll be up soon and we’ll be able to see better as its full tonight” you casually replied, looking out over the desert surrounding you, surprised as the truck slowed down a little.

“The moon?”

“Yes, you know the big round rock orbiting the earth?”

“I know what the moon is darlin’, been cloudy the last ten days so hadn’t been keeping track…” he muttered to himself.

You used the small penstick flashlight to glance over the map;

“I need to see this valley, and get an idea of what it’ll be like to bring the trailers in with water tanks on”

The Captain glanced where you were pointing and nodded once, letting the truck veer to the right to follow the camel route up through the hills.

As the truck gained elevation Sy could feel his mouth watering. He could not only smell you, he could sense how you had grown wet in his presence. It was like a sickly sweet coating of pollen at the back of his throat on a spring day back home. Halfway through the day he’d been in a conference call as you stood in the corner of the room, observing as he updated his superiors back in Washington, when he’d picked up another sense, the only way to describe it was as if something had suddenly ripened in the room. It’d taken him until the end of the call to realise it was you and your body had just reached its most fertile point in the month. You were ripe and ready, you just didn’t know it.

That single thought had plagued Sy for the rest of the day, something in the pit of his belly was just telling him to flee, to get as far away from you as possible… for your safety. But then his military training had kicked in and he’d followed orders, and that’s how he found himself pulling the truck onto a rocky pullout on the curved track as it skirted around the hill, the view over the valley spectacular as the moon finally emerged from behind the clouds and illuminated the earth below.

Stepping out of the truck you used your night vision goggles to scan over the plateau in front of you, looking out over the wide vista. You felt the heat of his body first, standing behind you, the hairs on the back of your neck prickling up. You knew what he was wanting.

24 hours earlier.

Scrolling your phone you checked the calendar, relieved that the mission to the desert would be there and back in the space of two weeks, back in time before your monthly bleed would start again. If there’s one thing you didn’t want to have to deal with, it would be tampons and sand. It would mean you’d be ovulating whilst there, but you had enough sugary snacks packed to keep the hormones subdued, and this wasn’t your first time being overseas, although normally you were confined to a small base north of Washington DC.

The flight had been long and bumpy, little more than a glorified cargo hold, so by the time you arrived at the compound and finally got to meet the infamous Captain Syverson, you were tingling with anticipation for what the next two weeks would involve.

When he finally spoke, it was low and deep, resonating through your spine;

“You need to get in that truck, and drive it far from here…”

You went to turn but his hand caught your arm, keeping you looking out over the valley;

“Captain?”

“Private, do as i tell you… there are things in these hills, that you don’t know of and don’t need to know of…”

It was then that you sensed it: the connection. It was like a spark shot up your spine, and in a moment of foolhardy courage you turned, the air being sucked from your lungs when you saw him. The Captain stood before you, his eyes burning into your soul, the ring of fire in his irises and his canine teeth just a little more prominent. Your chest heaved with a shaky breath, and his nostrils flared;

“Private…” he warned one last time.

But rather than running in the opposite direction, you slowly took a step forward, holding your hand to his cheek and for a moment your touch soothed him. You took in how his hair had grown longer, his shoulders even broader, he was virile and potent. That’s when he felt it, his senses clouded as the moon took hold, but finally he realised; you weren’t afraid.

His body slammed yours against the side of the truck, his lips on yours as his tongue pushed into your mouth; tasting you, devouring you. Your hands clung to the sides of his weather beaten uniform, pulling him ever closer so you could feel every inch of his body pressing against yours until suddenly his hands were on your hips and he was lifting you onto the still warm hood of the truck. With expert skill he had quickly shed you of your cargo pants and sensible undergarments, his face between your thighs and you watched with fascination as he inhaled deeply, humming as your scent hit his brain before he dived in.

His tongue was everywhere; licking and tasting you, running firm circles over your clit before descending and pushing the thick muscle into your velvet channel, his sharp teeth pressed against your soaked folds as he tasted you from within. When you came you screamed into the night sky, your legs shaking as the feral beast between your thighs growled in satisfaction, his eyes glowing.

He pulled you from the hood and carried you to the rear of the vehicle, opening the tailgate before sitting you on the edge as he made quick work of his cargo pants, his thigh holster holding them up as his thick cock unfurled from the worn in cotton. You swallowed nervously; you were far from a virgin but the thought of the thick gnarled girth splitting your insides apart had you pulling away for a moment. That was until he gently cupped the back of your neck, pulling your face to his as he rested his forehead on yours and you instantly felt calmer and relaxed. The first touch of his hot flesh against your soaked core had you trembling with anticipation, before he paused, one massive hand resting over your stomach, and he growled as the warmth of your womb almost burnt into his palm;

“Mine...” he muttered, before those feral eyes met yours; “...ours”

“Captain… now, please…” you whined, knowing that what he knew about you, and you were ready.

With a roar he surged forward, your ripened walls parting for him as if welcoming him home. With his palm still pressed to your stomach he could feel himself inside you, the thickness pushing out your belly as he moved slowly and carefully, working to get just the right angle until he paused and you saw that ring of fire in his irises again burn bright.

It was then that he moved faster, the pull and push hitting every spot inside you, feral and wanting, an urgent need to to fill you with his seed, to breed you took over. Faster and faster he pounded into your soft body, drawing orgasms out of you quicker than you could process them, before he slowed and pulled you up so you were sitting, your bodies still connected. In that moment it was when the connection, the bond was finally fully formed, and as he pressed his forehead to your and started to fuck you again, you felt your spirit joining with his. His thrusts got faster, harder, his breath hot on your skin. The angle of his pelvis meant it took just a couple more thrusts and you were coming again, this time he threw his head back and let out a cry-come-howl as he released into your womb, his seed flooding into you as your body eagerly milked him of it.

You stayed joined in the most intimate of ways until the cool night air made a shiver run down your back, the movement of your body making you realise the Captain was still hard and nestled deep within you;

“So… are we stuck?”

“No… but this is the first time i’ve done… this… whilst i’ve been like… this…” he let out a huff of air; “I’m not exactly sure how long i’m gonna stay hard Darlin’... we could be here a while…”

“All night?” you said, a hint of hope in your voice

“I��m yours until the moon goes down Darlin’”

“And after the moon goes down?”

He Captain paused;

“What would a girl like you want with a beast like me come daybreak?”

Running your hand over his beard your thumb caressed the skin of his cheek;

“Everything Captain… i want all of you...” It was only in that moment that Sy saw it, the ring of fire in your own eyes. He had found his mate and you had found yours; “Breed me Captain…”

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