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Can't think straight when we are together Pt. 2 [Nessian smut]
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A/N: Don't mind me, I'm just posting a second part to this a year after because I think I know what I want to do with this fic. It's been a year, so if you want to be removed or added to the tagging list, let me know, I just copied the one I had.
He had played well enough to celebrate the victory and mean it. It had been a great game. Tense, to say the least, but in a good way. The type of tense that pushed Cassian to do better. He was not the captain of the football team, Rhy was, but Cassian had been named MVP of the college league the last two seasons, and he planned on keeping the title this year as well now that graduation time was approaching and the draft peaked on the horizon. Preassure to give his all on the field was always welcomed. And if a certain pretty brunette showed up to watch, even if she was accompanied by some other dude, then his teammates could count on Cassian pushing himself to the limit.
Cassian slurred each syllable when he spoke, even if he wasn't drunk yet. "It's too hot in here, I need some air." Az only nodded. Not that the music being blasted through the speakers would have allowed him to be heard anyway. 
The crowd dancing in Feyre's basement, drinking and making out in the darkest corners of the room, forced him to use his elbows to push people in reaching for the stairs. Circumventing these college students proved as challenging as dodging some of his rivals hours earlier. Cassian tightly secured his red cup as he made his way up. Although Feyre's house was not their most frequent meetup place, Cassian had been in there enough times to know where each room was. To know the basement had a door to the garden behind the house, but if he instead used the stairs, he would find himself in the entry hall at the top.
So he went up, and just as he emerged in the predicted space, the front door was being opened by one of his best friends. Mor gave a squeak and jumped to hug him. "Congrats on the win, big boy!" Cassian hugged her back, and she had to go on her tiptoes so her arms could reach around his neck. He thanked her with a shit-eating grin. Both knew this had been one of his best games this season.
"Where were you? I was starting to think I would have to drain the keg all by myself." He joked, momentarily postponing his planned trip for this quick chat. 
"The cheer team had a pre-party I couldn't miss." Mor explained. Cassian didn't believed her, though, as most of the cheer team had arrived before him at the party.
"Excuse me." The soft voice behind them was followed by an even softer touch as Gwyneth Berdara slightly pushed his arm.
Only then did Cassian realize Mor and he were blocking the front door. He quickly let go of his friend's waist and took a step back, leaving enough room between the blond cheerleader and himself for Gwyneth to walk out. She did so without a word or a second look at them. The sudden panic taking over Cassian was enough to block the shame he should have felt instead. He saw the redhead reach for her phone as soon as she stepped outside, right before the door closed behind her. His widen his eyes went back to his friend, who seemed oblivious to the gravity of what had just happened. Only then did he notice who the varsity jacket Mor was wearing belonged to. A siren went off inside his head. Shit. Cassian hadn't noticed she was wearing his name and number. He had assumed it belonged to whatever player she had been screwing before coming to the party.
Surely Gwyn had noticed as well.
Shit.
"It that my jacket?" Obviously, it was. 
"Oh, yeah, sorry, I was cold and kept it. Do you want it back?" She offered it, but didn't take it off. She pouted, knowing he would let her keep it. It would be useless to ask for it now, anyway.
"I thought you gave it to Nesta. Like I asked you to." 
How tight had he and Mor been hugging when Gwyn appeared out of thin air? He wasn't sure. He tried to remember if his name on the back of the jacket had been visible to the girl, but soon discovered that he couldn't. A message had probably been sent from Gwyn's phone to Nesta's describing what she thought she had seen. She would be wrong in her assumption, but it kind of made his planned trip to the second floor redundant now, nevertheless.
"She didn't want it, Cass. I promise I offered it to her, and she said she already had a jacket. Now, I don't know if she meant hers or the jacket that guy besides her was wearing."
Cassian closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Shit Mor, you should have told me. I thought she had taken it."
"Hey, don't be upset with me. It's not my fault." She protested, her pouting lips now more exaggerated. "To be honest, I think this was for the best. Please, Cass, I am begging you to put two and two together and realize that she didn't want your name on her back because she simply doesn't want you. Or else, she wouldn't have gone to the game with a date."
His head snapped at that. "So it was a date? How would you know?" Cassian had always trusted Mor's intuition in this area. She understood girls' behavior way better than he did.
Taking the red cup from his hand and sipping from it, Mor rolled her eyes. "Listen, I don't want to hurt your feelings, especially not tonight, but Nesta Archeron doesn't give a fuck about football, so if her pretty ass was there, it had to be that guy's idea. And she must like him a lot to agree to the plan. Did she tell you she would be there?" He said no with his head. "And why is that? Because she..." Mor pushed a finger against his chest. "Doesn't. Care. About. You."
Cassian just stood there, unconvinced. He wished Mor had insisted more.
"But I still went up there to their seats and offered, like you asked me to, because I do care about you." She kept going. "As does Rhys. Do you think he would like to find out you are trying to get into Nesta's pants?" She arched an eyebrow. "You know he is not precisely fond of her."
The silence, Cassian hoped, let Mor know he was not in the mood to get deeper into that conversation right now. "Yeah, you are right." He considered taking his cup back, but decided not to. Mor could keep his cup and take it downstairs with her advice and opinions. He had to go up, he was now determined. "Az was asking for you down there." The cheerleader's face lightened when he changed the subject, suddenly reminded that there was, in fact, a party waiting for her in the basement.
"Shall we go?" She offered.
"I was actually looking for a bathroom." Cassian excused himself. "I don't trust the one downstairs." He joked. She didn't push it, she simply gave him another quick hug and headed towards the music.
He gave himself a second to clear his head. To mentally curse himself, Mor and this night that had seemed so full of potential until five minutes ago. The stairs to the second floor of the Archeron's house were right there. I should go to her room, Cassian told himself. To explain myself. And so, with the confidence only a guy like him could have, he resumed his original route towards Nesta Archeron's bedroom.
Unknown territory.
It would be easy for him to pitch himself tonight. Pitching both of them, actually, presents Nesta with the idea of what they could become. In a perfect scenario, Nesta would listen. In the case that Gwyneth had misinformed her of what she thought she had seen in the hall, it might require a little more convincing. But Cassian made his way up, truly believing this would be the night he told Nesta what he wanted.
Loud and clear.
The hallway he ended up in was silent, as if there was no party happening in the basement at that very moment. It was pitch dark, and wanting to be as sneaky as possible, instead of turning on the lights, Cassian used his phone's flashlight to find Nesta's bedroom door. A decorative piece of wood in the shape of a perfect "N" hang from the door. Knowing all the residents of the house except Feyre —downstairs— and Nesta herself —at the other side of the wooden panel— were away, he knocked, not allowing his confidence to slip away.
Yes, Nesta had refused to take his jacket when Mor offered it in his name, but not once had she said no to fucking him. If she knew he was on the other side of the door, she would open it for him. When she didn't answer, Cassian knocked again. "Nes, it's me." He had to wait again, but this time he heard the muffled footsteps getting closer. Then, the door opened, and Cassian's grin returned to his face. "Hey." He leaned on the door, knowing from experience that women found the way his muscles flexed to be sexy.
Nesta's half-closed eyes didn't really react, though. "What do you want?" She asked bluntly.
"Were you sleeping?" The question was a courtesy. He could smell in the thick air of the room what she had been up to, despite the open window by the bed. The red eyes were proof as well.
"Yes." She lied. "Did you get lost?" Her sexy lack of patience was amusing and just what he had wanted to be greeted by.
There was soft music playing from her phone on the bed. "I'm almost where I want to be, actually." Cassian said, his eyes wandering through the room behind his girl.
The eye contact that followed was intense. Cassian wouldn't break it, he could stare at her annoyed frown for ages and never get tired. And Nesta wouldn't either, as she simply couldn't stand to lose. She had her hair up in a ponytail that had been perfectly neat maybe an hour ago and now struggled to contain a few pieces of hair that were too short in the front and framed her face. Although Cassian was sure there were a pair of shorts on her legs, they weren't visible under the big t-shirt she used as pajamas. The band logo was unrecognizable after so many trips to the washing machine over the years.
Knowing very few people were allowed to see the perfect Nesta Archeron looking this disheveled, but he was, only filled his chest with excitement. Because not only was he allowed to see it, he was also allowed to take her out of those clothes and make an even bigger mess of her.
"Are you going to stand there forever?"
"Until you invite me in." He retorted.
She rolled her eyes, but stepped to the side and opened the door enough for him to enter. He walked to the middle of the room and heard the door close behind him. "I don't think I've ever seen your bedroom." She didn't answer, nor did she address his presence when she walked back to her bed and jumped in. Cassian just stood there, taking in the empty white walls, the blue stripes of her sheets, and the fluffy rug in the middle of the room.
"I hate shoes inside the house." Cassian needn't be told twice. His socks were stark white, and Nesta took notice. Hers were as well. "Matching," she mumbled distractedly.
The only light came from a round lamp by her bed. It was warm and threw yellowy shades across the walls, the bed and her face. She looked relaxed, and Cassian wondered if he had ever seen her like this. So calm and comfortable. He absolutely hadn't. He would remember. Like he remembered the first and only time he had made her laugh out loud —and actually chuckle. Cassian felt like he should have, though. Hadn't he made her feel good in his arms? He had. Six times, no less.
But Nesta hadn't looked this at ease. Almost the opposite, he realized. She had wanted to get out of his embrace as soon as they were done. She always ran from him.
Well, not anymore. Tonight, he would demand she give him more —at least a chance—, or else they would be done forever.
Please, prove them wrong, he begged her. Prove you do care about me.
From the bed, Nesta stretched her arm to open a drawer. "Do you want some?" An untouched joint was offered to him.
"I've been told I am insufferable when I am drunk and high." He joked. Nesta's lips curled up, remembering the moment she spoke those words.
"You really are." She scouted to the side, leaving room for him on the bed. "But you are not drunk, though."
Absolutely not. He needed his mind to be clear for this. Nesta's parted lips were distracting enough. Her smell. The skin of her thigh hot against the back of his hand when he sat down. Their eyes met, and Cassian cursed himself for accepting the silent offer and getting in her bed. This was not what he had come up here for.
Had she not leaned in, Cassian might had found in him the strength to get up again. But she did lean in, and his body followed suit. She kissed him. He kissed her back, and Nesta was quick to make it deeper, to make it hungry and needy. His hand cupping her face was meant to steady them, as surely were Nesta's on his hair. And his arm finding its place around her waist, or her legs now straddling him.
Yes, when his hand left her pretty face and met its double on Nesta's other hip, his goal was to make sure she was comfortably sitting on top of him. The grinding it caused was collateral damage. The seam of his jeans rubbed the right inch on her body, and soon Nesta was moaning in his mouth.
Hadn't she leaned in, Cassian would be standing on the fluffy carpet, pouring his heart out for her. But she did. And so he was now stripping her of her t-shirt and delighting himself in the realization that Nesta had not been wearing any kind of shorts under it. Just some lovely black panties he was quick to pull aside.
"Fuck!" She let out when his fingers pushed inside her. She was soaking wet just from making out.
There was no excuse for that.
"Tell me what you want." He demanded.
With her mouth open in a silent exclamation, Nesta rode his hand like she should be riding his cock. He curled his two fingers inside her, making her tremble. To keep her balance, Nesta's palms came to rest on his chest, supporting her weight. With her arms at her sides and her back arched, Nesta's tits were pushed right to his face. Not wanting to disrespect his host, Cassian's mouth was on them in an instant.
Hadn't she leaned in...
Nesta tried her best to contain her whimpers, and he did his best to steal new ones from her lips. "Tell me what you want." He repeated, now that Nesta was approaching her climax.
"I just want to come." She pleaded. Her gray eyes found his and gave him that look that almost had him coming in his pants. "Please, Cassian, make me come."
"And what do I get?" He teased, freeing her nipples from the pleasure and torture of his tongue on them. She shuddered, probably feeling the cold now that they were wet with his saliva.
Nesta didn't answer, so he had to be tougher on her. She was lost in her thoughts, bouncing on his hand and enjoying the feeling of his thumb on her clit. With his left hand, Cassian halted her movement just so he could slip his right from under her. Nesta whimpered again, but this time it was unsatisfaction what lingered on her pouting lips. An unexpected swat across her butcheeks made her jump slightly. It had taken her by surprise, although it shouldn't have. She knew what would come when she didn't answer him the first time. "What do I get, Nes?" Cassian was getting tired of repeating himself. She knew better. He spanked her again, just because he wanted to see her tits bounce in his face when she felt it and reacted.
Like a cat, Nesta stretched her body and rested it flat on top of his, gaining access to his neck and covering it in kisses. It was Cassian's turn to groan, more so when she nibbled his earlobe, and he practically melted when Nesta's plump lips sought his again. She was such a smooth kisser, so good at it, Cassian almost forgot she was the one supposed to be begging for his touch, not the other way around. He rolled over, pressing her against the bed now, and grabbed her tits with perhaps more force than needed. Not that Nesta ever complained about sex getting a bit rough. He kneaded them and pulled her nipples to his will, enjoying how hard they got against his palms and how she arched her back for more. When her tongue entered his mouth, Cassian knew she was desperate.
"Anything you want." She promised, thinking she knew exactly what he would take as compensation. "You can have me any way you want, but please," A pause to let out a moan right by his ear, "please, make me come."
Cassian was quick enough in taking down his jeans that Nesta didn't complain about his warm body leaving hers. He wasn't quick enough to put on the condom she handed him from the bedside table, though, so Nesta got on her knees in front of him, matching his pose, and started kissing him again whilst he opened the silver square and wrapped himself in the rubber. When he was done, Cassian wasn't able to tell who was hornier. He only knew one second his hands were in Nesta's ass, taking her in the air, so she could wrap her legs around him, and the next he had slammed their bodies against the mattress again and was fucking her for all he was worth.
It would have been great to say she came quickly and repaid the favor by sucking him, but after all that grinding, Cassian was as close to coming as she was. She squeezed him so tightly he stood no chance, and soon they were both panting, Cassian all the way in and Nesta holding on to him like her life depended on it, needing him even closer. When the climax ran through them, Cassian didn't pull out, nor did she urge him to. Instead, her fingertips started dancing through his back. Making circles at first, then more complicated shapes. Something like triangles, then curves, and more sharp angles right after.
Cassian thanked his past self for staying sober tonight, so he was conscious enough to understand the meaning of the lines she drew.
"Come on a date with me." He whispered against her ear.
"No." Her answer came immediately. Not harshly, at least not with the intention to be harsh. She said the wordas a matter of fact. Empty of feeling.
He closed his eyes. Why? Wasn't this what she wanted? For him to be blunt with his expectations? "You said anything I wanted." Cassian reminded her. He didn't move. Their bodies were still tangled over her bed: him inside her, her legs caging his waist, and her arms hugging his neck. How could Nesta reject him while holding him with such care? 
As if she had read his mind, Nesta let go of him completely, and he had no choice but to sit up. Somehow quicker than Cassian had been when he took them out, Nesta gave him his underwear and jeans back for him to put them on. "I meant something like a blowjob and to swallow." Her coarse words hurt his ego more than his feelings. He didn't answer.
Cassian got up and pulled up his pants, then seated himself again and stared at her, a question in his eyes. She could read it—she in fact did—, but didn't answer. Cassian wondered, had she not leaned in, would he have been brave enough to ask her out with the words he had carried from the football field? Would the result have been the same, or was the fact that they always fucked first, talked later what made them go in circles?
"It was a good game. You did good." Her suddenly bringing that up only made things more awkward. 
"Yeah." Cassian would rather leave now than sit through the silence that followed. He stayed, though, waiting for who knows what to happen and fix the atmosphere, to turn it into... what, exactly? She must have felt it too —the lack of appropriate words to end this night.
Cassian ran a hand through his hair. Nesta fixed it, her touch a ghost. He looked at her and demanded an explanation with just a stare. Nesta didn't give him that either.
"You should go down." She told him. There was no sharpness in her tone, and maybe that was her way of saying she was sorry.
Accepting his fate and just wanting to leave on a good note, Cassian raised a teasing eyebrow and eyed what was between her legs.
"Not that." There it was: the eye rolling, the cute annoyance. "I meant downstairs, to the party. They are probably looking for you."
Indeed.
"You are saying a lot of things you don't mean tonight, Nes. It's kind of confusing."
The accusation finally woke her up from the post-orgasm haze. She jumped out of bed, leaving her t-shirt behind, and going for the door. "You are confusing." Her voice told Cassian she meant it.
"I think I've made myself pretty clear, though. Haven't I?" He took his shoes in one hand and followed her.
"Haven't I?" She retorted, turning around to face him. The defiance in her eyes burned bright, giving her an intimidating glow that compensated her lack of a top. Cassian didn't even look at her tits.
She opened the door for him. He closed it before the gap was wide enough for him to go through.
"Would it kill you to give me a chance?" He finally spat. 
"A chance for what, Cassian? What exactly do you expect? To continue with the fucking, but once a week, grab dinner together?" 
"Well, yeah." Cassian still couldn't understand what was so awful about spending time with him outside their bedroom, a small bathroom or an empty classroom. Be seen out in the open, grab her hand and kiss it just because he feels like it. For Nesta to wear his jersey to his games and celebrate with him and his friends afterward. Grab dinner when their schedules allow, and then go home together.
Nesta held his stare, and this time he couldn't read it. Which could only mean she didn't want him to. Cassian sighed.
"Okay, so whatever I want?" He brought up Nesta's sex-induced promise again. "Just give me a reason I can understand." When she opened her mouth, Cassian's finger sealed it again. "If you want a guy to get you drinks at a party, why can't it be me? If you want to hang out with a guy on a Friday night and go watch a game together,  why won't you let it be me? And don't give me an I don't like you, because you clearly do. What is so awful about me that you don't want to even try?"
When she closed her eyes, unable to look into his, Cassian's heart sank, understanding that there was a reason after all.
"I've tried." She confessed. "I've seen what spending time with you is like, and I don't want it." Not only didn't Cassian interrupt her, but he urged her to keep going, curious to see where she was going. "I've been in a room with you and your friends and remember what was said to me for even looking in your direction a little too long." She started counting with her fingers. "I've spent the afternoon with you guys and been completely ignored by every single one, including you, although I was invited to be there. We've had lunch, I've been trapped at one of your dinner parties and on Feyre's birthday, and there is nothing you can possibly offer me in a relationship to make up for how awful I've been treated every single time and how you did nothing to stop it from happening. How stupid do you think I am to sign up for that again?"
Cassian was equal parts offended on his friend's behalf and his own. Had it been anyone else in front of him, he wouldn't have bitten his tongue at the insult to his friends. They had never spoken ill of her to her face or purposefully tried to exclude her. She simply didn't fit in with the group, and that was okay. They could spend time alone.
"If that is what I'm getting myself into..." She corrected herself, saying, "If that is what you can offer me, then I don't want it."
"Don't you think a relationship is a little more complicated than liking my friends or not?"
"I am in Pre-Med, Cassian, I don't have the time for complicated. I want easy. This..." She signaled between the two, "This is easy. And I like it a lot."
It was his time to be cold. "Sorry, but this won't do it for me." Cassian took a step back, putting much-needed physical space between them. "Obviously, I can't be with someone who thinks that about my friends."
She agreed and stepped to the side, making room to open the door for him. "And I can't be with someone who would let their friends say exactly the same things about me." It was the brief silence as the words sank in what pushed her to keep going. "To be honest, and I am not saying this to be hurtful, you don't deserve more."
Cassian only nodded, not necessarily in agreement, not fully differing either. He understood.
"Have a good life, Nes." He just walked away.
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Chapter 9
"Amren"
Amren's house was just as I expected, dark and luxurious, just like her. When she took a look at me, she couldn't help but laugh. Looking at my messy wings, she ushered me inside.
"You tried to take care of them yourself, no? Mine looked just as bad as yours do after baths. Ah, I missed the messy wings. Come, now. We must take care of them." She chuckled darkly as I was led to her bathroom, all covered in black marble. I sat on a stool as she got to work, plucking some of the feathers that were past their time, hissing at the slight pain.
"It's necessary to kep them clean, I heard about your little power display on the roof this morning. Explain it." Her voice was a little strained, I wonder why.
"Well, I had my first quiet and peaceful moment in a while, I could truly connect and feel everything, the life and energy in the air, the could wind of the morning, souls, lost and found, matched and not, the sound of leaves carried on by that same wind. I felt as if, for only a second, I was everything. It was..right, it felt right. " I closed my eyes trying to remember the feeling.
"That means you are trying to harmonize with your powers, a merge of sorts, it is a good sign. There, all done." I hummed, content with the result, but gasped when I saw Amren's hands, which were now burnt on the palms, so I took them in mine.
"Are those from my feathers? Oh Gods Amren, why have you not said anything?" She shook her head, getting up to search through her drawers.
"It's alright. Don't worry, I got something to fix my hands up. We are polar opposites, so of course there are these kinds of efects. It is something like fire and water." She found her burn mixture, and I took it from her hands and applied it gently.
"Still, I'm sorry." She hummed while relaxing after I wrapped up her burns.
Later on, we found ourselves in her living room, which was full of blacks, goldens and reds. The room was just as lavish as her jewelery collection, which shone nearly brighter than any star in Velaris. Her plush couch was incredibly soft, covered all in deep red velvet. I sunk in it immediately after I saw it.
Amren started briefing me on more introductionary matters as we shared one or two glasses of wine until a shocker came along.
"I have to drink what now?" I stared at her, unable to process her words. What in the actual f-
"You heard it right the first time. Blood." She got up and went to a cabinet of hers to get out a small glass bottle of dark liquid, the metallic smell immediately covering the air. She worked around on a small table for a few minutes, and presented me with a glass.
"It is not human nor fae blood, it's animal. You can take it slowly, but it'll help with your strengh-" Before she could finish, I took a leap of faith, snatching the glass from her and took a huge sip.
"I feel disgusted to say that it is good. Great even." She chuckled darkly while nursing her own glass.
"My own recepie. It contains different kinds of spices to help make it more enjoyable." I hummed, as we continued to chat, getting to know one another, I told her about my watercolor paintings, while she showed me a room full of different sized jewels, there was a literal sea of them.
I had to admit that my favorite ace in her house would be the balcony, the view over the city was breathtaking.
"Amren, what is the thing you most desire?" She hummed, closed her eyes and thought for a moment.
"To be able to go back home, and take Varian with me." She then seemed to have remebered something. "Ah, yes, and, did you know that Starfall is only a week away?"
I hummed, Starfall, my sister told me stories of it, but I wished to see it for myself.
"We have a tradition for it. Us both. The warriors of the Gods, the night before Starfall, we have a ritual where we paint our skin with starlight and gift our respective mates a gift made by our hand. That's how I met mine." Amren showed an incredibly rare genuine smile and it suits her.
"But how can we gift them anything when we have no idea who they are or how to find them? And I know basically nothing about the matter or these special bonds." I sighed while leaning more into the soft velvety sofa.
"Mates are two individuals that fit in some way, are meant to be equals and The Mother paired them together through this magical bond, a golden theather that snaps into place at some respective time. And, there is a special kind of fire that only the old realm can summon, that will send the gift to the other end of that hidden and dormant teather." I took a moment to process everything.
" But you never mentioned the word love, so that means that the bond is open to.. Interpretation?" She nodded.
"Yes, not all unfortunately live a happy life, unlike Feyre and Rhysand, some whose darkness consumes any form of happiness possible." Her face darkened and a siver ran down my spine.
" But if you refered to them as equals that means..." If I have monstruous powers that have been dormant up until now..
"Yours is incredibly powerful, yes." Hm, I still don't know what to think of that, we shall see, but still, my heart beats faster.
"So, what do you think, would you like to try?" Something in me told me that this was right, this was home.
"Absolutely." We both grinned and decided to plan along what we would make.
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wow, shiratori sure got brave from the last time we met… what’s with r & having these smug evil asshole agents who deserve a good slap to the face? first r*kep*ck, now him. anyways why does he still care about what r has in mind for mc? he said they ‘hung him out to dry’ or whatever last time we spoke so why’s he still invested in what they want? if someone did that to me i’d despise them & maybe even work with or protect whoever they’re after even if it’s purely out of spite. i’m pretty sure r*kep*ck is like that too in ch 37, still going on about what r wants after what happened to her. guess they’re both too stupid too realize that r probably doesn’t give a damn about them anymore
Before I go any further, I just want to say, I have to say, I have to stop, pause, and say...that it is downright astounding to me how much my anons hate this guy now. How far the public opinion seems to have swung into negative territory when it comes to Shiratori. At least, based purely on my inbox. Granted, I am running way, way behind and gradually climbing my way through at a snail's pace, but all the same...I went back and counted no less than twenty-four Asks who all had their subject being some variation of an angry reaction at Shiratori for the most recent chapter. Again, obviously no one person could have known that so many others would send in similar thoughts, and I'm not even disagreeing or anything, trust me, but some of them even went so far as to say that they consider him to be just as bad as Rakepick...to which I say....
...Eh? (Insert a non-committal shrug here)
I dunno, Y7CH36 just...didn't do anything for me, really? It didn't make me dislike him anymore than I already did. Really, the only thing of prominence that I took from this chapter was his line about "sleepwalking through life" which could be a reference to the Sleepwalking Curse, of course, but I don't even think it's that. I think it's another hint that R has a great and terrible secret that will change everything once MC learns it, and that for whatever reason, they seem to think that, because of whatever the secret is, they'll be able to get MC to willingly join them. That's why Shiratori brought it up. That's why he flat-out offered to let MC probe his mind. While I've been one of the people hollering that MC should remember that they have this power more often, all of a sudden, doing that didn't seem like such a wise idea...because Shiratori invited them to do it, and MC and Moody probably should have guessed that he had some kind of agenda in doing so.
If anything, I wonder if all of this wasn't a ploy just to get MC into that exact situation, where they could have that private conversation within his mind and he could let them know that R's offer still stood, but that the clock was ticking. Hell, I wonder if R is even "done" with him after all, or if all of that fear and desperation to make a deal wasn't all staged. Judging by past events, like Rakepick "saving" MC from The Red Cloak in Year 4...a bit of theatre wouldn't be out of their playing field, really. So yeah, Shiratori is still a bastard, and I guess I wasn't really expecting him to be anything else. All this really means is that he's not specifically self-serving, but is still loyal to R, and I guess that doesn't really mean much to me? I didn't really have high hopes for the guy in the first place. He's just your average, generic villain to me.
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“I went to Compeyson next night, same place, and Compeyson took me on to be his man and pardner. And what was Compeyson’s business in which we was to go pardners? Compeyson’s business was the swindling, handwriting forging, stolen bank-note passing, and such-like. All sorts of traps as Compeyson could set with his head, and keep his own legs out of and get the profits from and let another man in for, was Compeyson’s business. He’d no more heart than a iron file, he was as cold as death, and he had the head of the Devil afore mentioned.
“There was another in with Compeyson, as was called Arthur,—not as being so chrisen’d, but as a surname. He was in a Decline, and was a shadow to look at. Him and Compeyson had been in a bad thing with a rich lady some years afore, and they’d made a pot of money by it; but Compeyson betted and gamed, and he’d have run through the king’s taxes. So, Arthur was a dying, and a dying poor and with the horrors on him, and Compeyson’s wife (which Compeyson kicked mostly) was a having pity on him when she could, and Compeyson was a having pity on nothing and nobody.
“I might a took warning by Arthur, but I didn’t; and I won’t pretend I was partick’ler—for where ’ud be the good on it, dear boy and comrade? So I begun wi’ Compeyson, and a poor tool I was in his hands. Arthur lived at the top of Compeyson’s house (over nigh Brentford it was), and Compeyson kept a careful account agen him for board and lodging, in case he should ever get better to work it out. But Arthur soon settled the account. The second or third time as ever I see him, he come a tearing down into Compeyson’s parlour late at night, in only a flannel gown, with his hair all in a sweat, and he says to Compeyson’s wife, ‘Sally, she really is upstairs alonger me, now, and I can’t get rid of her. She’s all in white,’ he says, ‘wi’ white flowers in her hair, and she’s awful mad, and she’s got a shroud hanging over her arm, and she says she’ll put it on me at five in the morning.’
“Says Compeyson: ‘Why, you fool, don’t you know she’s got a living body? And how should she be up there, without coming through the door, or in at the window, and up the stairs?’
“‘I don’t know how she’s there,’ says Arthur, shivering dreadful with the horrors, ‘but she’s standing in the corner at the foot of the bed, awful mad. And over where her heart’s broke—you broke it!—there’s drops of blood.’
“Compeyson spoke hardy, but he was always a coward. ‘Go up alonger this drivelling sick man,’ he says to his wife, ‘and Magwitch, lend her a hand, will you?’ But he never come nigh himself.
“Compeyson’s wife and me took him up to bed agen, and he raved most dreadful. ‘Why look at her!’ he cries out. ‘She’s a shaking the shroud at me! Don’t you see her? Look at her eyes! Ain’t it awful to see her so mad?’ Next he cries, ‘She’ll put it on me, and then I’m done for! Take it away from her, take it away!’ And then he catched hold of us, and kep on a talking to her, and answering of her, till I half believed I see her myself.
“Compeyson’s wife, being used to him, giv him some liquor to get the horrors off, and by and by he quieted. ‘O, she’s gone! Has her keeper been for her?’ he says. ‘Yes,’ says Compeyson’s wife. ‘Did you tell him to lock her and bar her in?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘And to take that ugly thing away from her?’ ‘Yes, yes, all right.’ ‘You’re a good creetur,’ he says, ‘don’t leave me, whatever you do, and thank you!’
“He rested pretty quiet till it might want a few minutes of five, and then he starts up with a scream, and screams out, ‘Here she is! She’s got the shroud again. She’s unfolding it. She’s coming out of the corner. She’s coming to the bed. Hold me, both on you—one of each side—don’t let her touch me with it. Hah! she missed me that time. Don’t let her throw it over my shoulders. Don’t let her lift me up to get it round me. She’s lifting me up. Keep me down!’ Then he lifted himself up hard, and was dead.
— Charles Dickens, Great Expectations (1861), ch. XLII
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Kepler went on another hike today, this time to a trail we haven’t been on before. There were some absolutely beautiful views! It was our first time walking on a trail that allowed horses, and I was afraid Kepler would spook, but Kep did great watching the horses pass by and wasn’t afraid at all. It was pretty muddy and I was also (albeit much less) worried Kep would step in horse poop or get super muddy, but he was really good about going around the gross sections of the trail. He didn’t even need a bath when we got home! Now that I know he’s not going to bolt at the sight of horses (or walk right through horse poop), I think I’d be open to taking him on more hiking trails that allow horses in the future! That opens up a lot more trails for us to explore.
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bury me in memory [2/?]
chapter two: the chain will never end
Summary: Hotch reassures Bishop that she isn't her father, and Bishop helps Hotch talk through the frustrations brought up by Sean's arrival.Also, The Great M&M Debate.
Pairings: Hotch x Haley, eventual Hotch x F!OC
Tags: slow burn, friends to lovers, fluff
Warnings: Mentions of childhood abuse.
Word Count: 2.8k
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Another week, another nightmare case. The unsub had kidnapped a twelve year-old girl and was currently holding her hostage, demanding that they get him a plane to Mexico before he let her go. Worst of all, they were in a small town whose only marksman, apparently, was on vacation.
“Told him he needed to get back here,” said the sheriff, “but he can’t get on a plane until tonight.”
Hotch swore. “We don’t have that kind of time.”
“No,” Bishop agreed. “We don’t. Sheriff, get me a rifle.”
Hotch held up a hand. “That won’t be necessary.”
He had to be kidding. “We need a sniper, Hotch.”
“Not that badly. I can do it.” His tone brokered no argument, but Bishop wasn’t having any of it. He knew as well as she did that this was necessary.
“Bullshit! You and Gideon need to talk him down together, like we profiled. He won’t listen to a woman, and Morgan and Reid are on the other side of town.”
“Do you even have sharpshooter training?” the sheriff asked pointedly. He hadn’t made a move to get her a gun.
“I’m as good as your man, if not better.” She turned slowly, scanning for a vantage point. “I’ll set up there, it’ll give me a clear—”
“Bishop.”
She looked him in calmly in the eye: “I can do this, Aaron.”
“When was the last time you used a rifle?”
She might’ve bristled, if she hadn’t long ago realized that Hotch was at his rudest when he was most concerned. “Exactly when you think. But it isn’t going to break me.” It wasn’t the same. Her father was locked away. He couldn’t do anything to her, and she wasn’t going to become him by shooting one more person.
Hotch frowned, and tugged her off to the side by her forearm. “You realize that if this goes wrong, and you—”
“What, lose it? Turn into a serial killer? Don’t be—”
“Victoria. I’m not worried about that.” He sighed. “If this hurts you, it’s on me.”
“If it makes you feel better, you can schedule a psych eval when we get back to Quantico. But there’s a little girl up there with a madman, and we have to keep her safe. If that means I have to become the little girl I was for half an hour, I’ll do it.”
His mouth pressed into a thin line. “Fine.” He gestured sharply at the sheriff. “Get her a rifle. We’ll try to talk him down, but if he makes a move—”
“Take the shot,” she finished. “I know, sir.”
The sheriff passed the rifle to Hotch, who passed it to Bishop before squeezing her upper arm. “You’re sure about this? There’s no shame in needing to back down.”
“I can do it,” she reiterated. “Be safe. I’ve got your back.”
His expression softened a little, just for a moment: “I know.”
He’s worried about you, not about what you’ll do. It was more confidence than she’d been shown by most people who knew her story, and that simple fact settled her mind as she booked it up the stairs of the building across the street from the unsub’s rooftop.
“In position,” she reported. “He’s still got her at gunpoint, but I’m on his nine and I’ve got a clear shot.”
“Noted,” Hotch’s voice crackled over the earpiece. “Keep him in your sights, tell me if you lose the shot at any point. Gideon and I are going in.”
There was an agonizing moment before the two men exited onto the rooftop, Gideon with his hands up and Hotch with his pistol at the ready. George Thompson—their unsub—immediately jammed the barrel of his gun further into the victim’s throat. The victim, Kenna, screamed. Gideon lifted his hands higher, palms out and placating.
“George,” he said, “it doesn’t have to end this way. You can let her go.”
“Yes it does! You know how they are!”
They. Women. Young girls like Kenna. Bishop frowned, but kept her grip steady and her gaze focused. Don’t turn my way. Don’t turn.
“They? George, don’t be ridiculous.” Gideon laughed. “You couldn’t get it up for your prom date. You couldn’t get it up for your college girlfriend. You couldn’t get it up for your wife. What makes you think a little girl is going to fix that problem? You’re pathetic.”
“Shut up!”
“It’s not the girls, George. It never was. It was you all along. You’re impotent, and you know it. We all know it. That’s why you stab them, right? Because you can’t do anything else?”
“You don’t know anything!”
He was shaking. Bishop could see it through her sight, clear as anything.
“Face it, George. Even if you weren’t impotent, no woman would ever want you.”
George roared in outrage, shoving Kenna away to get a clear shot at Gideon—but as soon as she saw him move, Bishop pulled the trigger. Kenna screamed again, in shock at the gunshot rather than pain, and George collapsed to the ground. Hotch jogged forward, kicked the pistol away, and knelt to check for a pulse.
“He’s dead,” he announced over comms.
Bishop exhaled, a little shaky, and picked up the rifle. You had to do it, she told herself, ready to stave off a panic attack if one reared its head. He would have shot Gideon. You had to do it.
But she didn’t feel panicked; she felt fine. And that scared her even more.
The medics confirmed that Thompson was dead, and Kenna had a teary reunion with her father before they went off to have her checked for injuries. There was paperwork to be finished at the station before the BAU could head home, but to Bishop’s surprise, Hotch saw her sitting on the curb and veered away from the SUV to come talk to her.
“Are you alright?” He asked the question without kneeling down, but his voice was soft. Concerned.
She craned her neck to look up at him. “Yes. I don’t know.” For a moment, she didn’t say anything else, then: “I was fine. After I shot him. I didn’t feel guilty, or upset, or freaked out. Is that—that’s bad, right?”
Hotch looked around, taking in the medics and officers still milling around the scene, then offered her his hand. “Let’s talk in the car.”
She took it after a slight hesitation and he pulled her effortlessly to her feet. She followed him silently to the SUV, and took the passenger’s seat without prompting. With the doors closed and locked behind them, he turned to look at her again. Why had he brought her here? She wasn’t sure she could handle an Aaron Hotchner capital-S Scolding right now; it might break her.
“It is bad, isn’t it?” She hated how small her voice sounded. “I’m turning into—”
“You’re not turning into anything, or anyone,” he said. “You were doing your job. You saved Gideon’s life.”
“Yes, but—”
“Victoria. George Thompson was not an innocent. We’ll do a psych eval when we get back to Quantico, but I expect you’ll clear it just fine.”
“But why did you want to talk to me in the car?” How do you know I haven’t become exactly what my father tried to make me?
“Because I assumed you didn’t want your past aired out in front of half of the Dallas PD,” he answered drily. “But it isn’t too late. I can shout it out the window, if you want.”
“I—” she blinked at him. “Aaron Hotchner, was that a joke?”
His lips twitched. “I knew it would get you out of your head.”
Damn profilers. “Okay, fine, mission accomplished.”
His hand settled on her forearm “Do you need to take a few days?”
Did she? She pondered the thought for a moment, biting at her lip. “Do you think I need to?”
“That’s not what I asked.”
“No, it isn’t.”
Another moment of silence, until he realized she wasn’t answering until he did. “…You shot a man on my orders,” he said finally. “Who had a hostage, and was threatening a fellow agent. You were well within protocol.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“You didn’t answer my question, either.”
She huffed, which wasn’t very mature, but she didn’t care. “I don’t think I need to take a few days.”
“And you aren’t just saying that because you want to put on a tough face?”
“Hotch!” Stubborn, stubborn man. “Answer my question.”
“I don’t think you need to take a few days if you don’t think you need to take a few days,” he said. “But I want to be sure that you’re sure.”
“I’m sure.”
He released her arm. “Good.”
The plane ride back, at least, was relatively uneventful; she’d grabbed a few bags of M&Ms from the police station’s vending machine, and had taken over the small table on the jet to sort them while Reid read across from her. She could hear Hotch typing away at some report, and Elle was doing sudoku, but JJ and Gideon were passed out in their seats.
“Bishop, do you have—why are you sorting M&Ms?”
“Because the blue ones taste best, so I save them for last,” she responded, without looking up at Morgan.
“They literally all taste the same,” Elle argued from across the aisle. Bishop stuck her tongue out.
“Actually,” Reid interjected, setting his book aside, “It’s entirely possible that Victoria is what’s called a ‘super taster.’ They’re able to pick up the slight taste differences in the dyes used in the candy coating.”
“Shut up, Reid,” Morgan said. Bishop held out her hand for a fist bump; Reid obliged.
“You really bruised Chocolate Thunder’s ego,” she said, turning her head to look up at Derek. With a gesture at the candy strewn across the table, she added: “Will he feel better if I give him a piece?”
“Maybe I will.”
“Of course, light of my life. What color?”
“Red, obviously.” Then, off of her smug look: “Oh, fuck you.”
Bishop cackled. “Elle, you want one?”
“Yes, please. And I don’t care what color.”
She hefted a brown M&M in her hand. “Catch it in your mouth?”
“Absolutely.”
It took about five tries, but eventually Elle caught one, which resulted in Bishop, Morgan, and Reid threw their fists up in triumph—silently, so as not to disturb their sleeping coworkers. Then, Bishop twisted around to look at Hotch. He’d stopped typing at some point and was watching them all with a mildly bemused expression, eyebrows raised slightly & a little smile playing at his lips.
“You want one?” She asked, hushed.
He shook his head. “No, thank you.���
She shrugged and started to turn back around. “Suit yourself.”
“Oh, and Bishop?”
She froze. “Yes?”
“You’re right. The blue ones are best.”
She stifled a triumphant laugh and settled for pointing at Morgan with glee instead.
“Checkmate,” Gideon said, smiling smugly.
Bishop groaned, beginning to reset the board. “I am not cut out for chess. I can’t even beat Reid, let alone you.”
“It takes practice,” he said. “Like most things.”
“I just feel like I’m behind. Because I started learning so late.” Because I started so much so late. Her childhood left her with plenty of wounds, plenty of scars, but the most irritating was how much she missed out on because her father was too busy being a monster and doing his best to turn her into one. “What’s the prognosis, Gideon? Am I a lost cause?”
“Not nearly.” He nodded to the board. “You want to try again, or take a break?”
She opened her mouth to say she could use a break, but was interrupted by muffled yelling from Hotch’s office; she couldn’t quite make out the words. Something about think it through and Georgetown. She arched her eyebrows at Gideon who, utterly nonplussed, had taken over resetting the board. Next door, the argument continued:
“Father… at a young age…”
“…not him!”
A few seconds later, she heard heavy footsteps on the stairs. Unable to resist her own curiosity, she peered out the doorway of Gideon’s office; a tall man—blond, scruffy, and holding a motorcycle helmet under one arm—was striding across the bullpen. Hotch had also exited his office, and was standing at the top of the stairs.
“Sean, listen to me.”
Sean—right, she remembered now, Hotch had said his brother was stopping into the office today—turned to face the stairs again, expression thunderous as his older brother continued to speak.
“All I’m saying is you’re twenty-five years old—”
“You know what?” Sean yelled up the stairs, pointing aggressively—the very same aggressive point that she'd seen Hotch turn on suspects and incompotent police alike—“Don’t profile me, Aaron!”
He stormed out of the bullpen.
Hotch lingered at the top of the stairs, hands on his hips, before turning back into his office.
Bishop grimaced over her shoulder at Gideon. “I’m going to go—”
He waved her off and began playing chess against himself. “Have fun.”
She rolled her eyes and headed to Hotch’s office. He hadn’t sat down yet; he stooped over his desk, gripping the edge of it so hard his knuckles had turned white. Bishop knocked on the doorframe, waiting for him to acknowledge her before she entered. He looked up at her from beneath his dark brows, glowering even more than usual.
Hotch, she’d learned early on, looked semi-pissed by default—not that she could blame him. Their job provided plenty of reasons to be pissed, and a spat with a younger sibling wasn’t exactly a mood boost.
He didn’t tell her to come in, but he also didn’t tell her to leave, so she pulled the door mostly shut behind her and sat in the chair opposite his desk. “So. That talk with your brother sounded pretty rough.”
Hotch frowned even more. “You heard that?”
“I was in Gideon’s office, and the walls are thin.” She tapped her fingers on the desk. “If it makes you feel better, all I heard was something along the lines of ‘you’re not my dad.’ And the ‘don’t profile me, Aaron,’ although that was definitely a bit more of a public spectacle.”
He sighed heavily, but released his death grip a little. “Yeah.”
“…Do you want to talk about it? Older sibling to older sibling?”
Another, heavier sigh. “It’s really not—”
“A big deal? Come on, Hotch, don’t pull that on me. It’s clearly bothering you.”
“His whole life, he’s talked about going to law school. And now that he’s been accepted into Georgetown for law, he wants to move to New York City to work at a restaurant instead.”
“Mm-hmm. And you’re worried about him, of course, because he’s your little brother.”
“Yes.” He sat down, finally, crossing his arms. “Because he’s never grown out of his ‘troubled’ phase. Because this was his chance for stability, and he’s turning it down.”
“Can I say something you may not like?” She leaned forward, resting her forearms on his desk, and without waiting for him to answer: “He’s twenty-five, Hotch. You have to let him make his mistakes, and take the path he wants to take. I know you’ve spent your whole life trying to protect him—don’t look at me like that, it’s not profiling if your older brother tendencies are obvious in how you interact with almost every person on this team—but he’s an adult. Pushing him to do something he doesn’t want isn’t going to do anything but make him stop talking to you.”
Hotch carded his fingers through his hair. “Is your sister the same way?”
“As Sean? I wouldn’t know.” She smiled, though thoughts of Mary were always a stake to her heart. “She hasn’t talked to me since our father’s trial. Probably trying to distance herself from the whole mess. I don’t blame her.”
“How old is she? Reid’s age?”
“A little younger. She probably just graduated college, if she even went. She always wanted to when we were kids, but…” Bishop gave a half-hearted shrug. “Dreams change.”
He looked at her, curiously, for a long moment. “Yes. They do.”
There was a knock on the doorframe, and they both jolted. Bishop twisted in her chair to find JJ standing in the doorway, smiling apologetically. “We have a case.”
Bishop stood, tugging her blazer into place. “Where?”
JJ handed her a folder as she passed. “New Mexico.”
She snorted. “At least it’s warm?”
“Yeah. You’ll probably end up sunburnt, so pack the SPF.”
“Ow, Jennifer! I’m not that pale. If anyone here’s in danger, it’s Hotch.” She looked over her shoulder to find him rolling his eyes at her, but she just grinned. “And Reid, of course.”
“Of course,” he deadpanned, with the distinct subtext of nice save, Victoria. She resisted the urge to stick her tongue out at him, but only barely. As they followed JJ towards the round table room, Hotch leaned down slightly and gave her a quiet “Thank you.”
“You’re my friend, Hotch.” She’d never voiced it before, but it was true. Everyone in the BAU was, of course, but other than Gideon, Hotch was the only person who knew everything she’d been through, and he treated her as he would anybody else. He'd never understand how much that meant to her. “It’s the least I could do.”
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The Plan: Step Four (final)
Raph x Reader
Synopsis: Reader has a plan to win her favorite terrapin over. Step Four: This wasn’t part of his plan.
Warnings: some violence, somewhat dark raph (although I think I’d really enjoy some dark!Raph. Know anyone who writes that?)
Word Count: 2281
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You weren’t paying attention as you walked home from a leisurely day in the lair- even if it did start kind of rough. Your thoughts ranged from Layla’s insincere words to a game you couldn’t seem to beat Mikey in. You thought maybe he had figured a way to cheat and had yet to share his insights. Then you thought about churrs, causing an unconscious smile to grace your lips. Raph hadn’t churred all day, though- which turned your smile into a frown.
“Hey there, girlie,” a rough voice said next to you, stopping you cold as you held your breath. “I liked that smile.”
“Yeah, me too, Vinny,” another stated behind you, his footsteps heavy on the pavement, his voice sinister. “I bet we can make her smile again. Whaddya think?”
“Real pretty like?” The first voice you assumed to be Vinny, snickered. “Ya really think so, Jim?”
Blood rushed in your ears as your breathing turned rapid and eyes raked over your surroundings in a panic. It had gotten dark on your trek home and you may have passed it a block or two back- you weren’t certain because you didn’t travel the opposite way of the lair very often. Not only had you passed your home, but you seemed to have turned into an unfamiliar alley. One that reeked of liquor and urine. So definitely not the best alley you could have wandered into. 
“Yeah,” Jim chuckled, sounding closer, close enough for you to feel his body heat behind you. The eerie sound gave you chills. “I bet her scream sounds like a siren’s call, too.”
On some unknown reflex, you elbowed Jim in the stomach, sidestepped away from Vinny, and spun to face the so-called men in a fighting stance- the cold, rough brick behind you a comforting presence. The move surprised you and your wide eyes proved that.
“Oh-ho!” Vinny laughed as he nudged his doubled-over, hacking friend with a menacing grin. “She’s a feisty one.” 
Jim spit at your feet. “Good. I like to tame them-”
“Do ya hear that?”
You strained your ears and steadied your breathing, hoping the rush of blood would go silent.
“Wha-”
“Shh!” Vinny put a finger up to his lips, eyes wide and frantic with fear. “I swear I hear-”
The pavement beneath your feet vibrated and that’s when you noticed the deep, rumbling, growly noise coming from the shadows behind the men. Whatever it was, wasn’t human and had your heart rate beating wildly in your chest.
“Ya promised, Swee’heart,” the baritone growl forced your eyes to focus up and into the shadows, latching onto familiar, furious green eyes. You ignored the new nickname, thinking it was the anger talking. His voice was deeper than you had ever heard. His gaze promised retribution. For the first time since you had met him, you were scared. Scared of what he was capable of. Scared the men before you may not see tomorrow. Scared of his fury and what it meant for you.
“Hey!” One of the men shouted, already facing away from you. “We found her first.”
“Yeah! Go find your own b-”
A hand reached into the dim light. Three-fingered and deep green wrapped onto the talking man’s neck, squeezing just enough to shut him up. The man automatically grabbed the wrist the hand was attached to- a sad attempt to free himself. His friend stood statue still and silent as he stared at the mutated hand. 
“Ya promised ya wouldn’ go lookin’ fer trouble,” Raph said, slow and meticulous, eyes never straying from your own as the ground continued to vibrate beneath your feet. “An’ I tried stayin’ away, Swee’heart. I really did. But these lowlives kep’ talkin’ an’ I didn’ like wha’ they were sayin’.”
The statue moved, but Raph grabbed the back of his shirt in a flash. The man squeaked.
“Nuh-uh. Where do ya think yer goin’?” Raph held him in place. Now that he was facing you, you saw it was Vinny who tried to run. “She’s been workin’ real hard learnin’ how ta fight,” his eyes gleamed. “It would be a shame if she didn’ get ta practice.”
You cocked your head, slightly confused, arms long ago fell to your sides. Was Raph saying to hit the man?
“Ya elbowed this guy pretty good earlier,” Raph shook the man he held by the neck and you were certain he was going to pass out at any moment. Raph smirked. “Thought ya might like a chance ta hit this guy too.”
“R-really?” Your voice shook. You weren’t much of a violent person, but you had been curious if Raph’s praise during practice was truthful. Plus, it felt great defending yourself a bit ago.
“Yeah. Wide stance, remembah?” 
You nodded, a gleam in your eyes as you got into a fighting stance. 
Raph somehow grunted in approval over what you had, by now, figured out to be another one of his churrs. “Do me a favor, though. Only hit ‘im once. I don’ wantchya ta hurt yaself.”
You gave him a half nod, pulling your arm back and aimed for Vinny’s eye. Bone crunched under bone. Your arm vibrated from the contact and you pulled back, shaking the sharp pain out of your hand and wrist, causing more pain than you thought it would. When you looked up you saw you missed Vinny’s eye and instead, jabbed his nose. Vinny was groaning in pain, hands filling with blood as Raph chuckled, still holding the men in their place.
“Good hit, Swee’heart,” Raph tossed Jim into the side of the building and he slumped onto the ground in silence. Then Raph jabbed Vinny in the temple, knocking him out and dropped him on the ground before crossing the alley.
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Raph stood in front of you, unable to stop the protective churr that still hadn’t quietened down even though the threat was literally passed out on the pavement. He had a feeling it wouldn’t stop unless he took you to the lair- where he knew you would be safe- and had Donnie check your wrist.
“C’mon,” Raph lifted you up into his arms and made his way to the roof. He stayed silent, aside from the churring, and was comforted by the fact that you wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your head on his shoulder as he hopped roof to roof until they arrived at the manhole closest to the lair. Reluctantly, he set you down, knowing he couldn’t hold you and enter the sewers at the same time. Immediately after he closed the manhole up he lifted you back into his arms and held you close. Thankfully, you didn’t protest. He never wanted to let you go. Pride filled his chest as he remembered the move you pulled the same moment one of the thugs reached for you. Not that you saw what that lowlife was doing, but the dread that filled Raph as he watched was a memory he would never forget. It made his blood boil, you being in danger. He was happy now that you had convinced him to teach you how to fight. 
Now in the lair, he strode straight for Donnie’s lab, his obnoxious churring catching everyone’s attention as he walked by. They didn’t dare follow him. Not even Leo.
“Donnie,” Raph’s voice was demanding as he walked into the lab. “I need ya ta check Y/n’s hand an’ wrist.”
“I’m not touching her,” Donnie stated, backing into the wall, hands up in surrender as Raph sat you on the table.
“What. Why not?” He growled along with his churring, never taking his eyes off of you, a hand rested on your knee.
“Your churr, bro. I’d rather keep my shell in one piece, thanks.”
“I won’t hurtchya, I promise,” Raph gritted out, squeezing your knee without realizing it, still not moving his gaze from you.
“Raph,” you rested a hand on his, causing his grip to loosen, and the other on his chest. “I’m okay, see?” You moved your wrist and fingers to prove nothing was broken. You barely even winced, but he saw it and it kicked his churr up a notch in volume. 
“Donn-”
“Please, Raphie?” Your plea had his heart skipping a beat, your eyes glistened with unshed tears. “I promise I’m okay. Please don’t be mad anymore-”
“Mad?” Both brothers spoke in shock.
“I’m not mad, Swee’heart. I’m-I-” Raph ripped his gaze away from you and looked to his brother for help. He didn’t know how to express that he just wanted you by his side. That he wanted you safe and away from danger. That he couldn’t live without you. That he’ll always be there to protect you. That you didn’t need to fight because he vows he will always be with you in whatever capacity you deem him worthy of. That you were never leaving his sight again if he had any say in the matter.
“He’s not mad, Y/n. Although, I could see why you would think that considering how domineering his protective churr is.”
“Protective?” Your face scrunched in confusion.
“Yes,” Donnie nodded and Raph looked back to you, never wanting to look at anything other than your beauty for eternity. “He wants to keep you safe and, in his eyes, the only thing he deems good enough to protect you is himself. Honestly, I’ve never seen him like this so I’m worried that if I touch you, he’d try to kill me.”
“Kill you-” Your furrowed brows raised in surprise. “Raph you didn’t?”
“No,” he held your gaze with confidence. He may not have killed those men in the alley, but he wanted to. His entire being begged him to squeeze the life out of one and crush the other, but he didn’t. He was worried you may never want to have anything to do with him again if he did and that thought kept him refrained.
“That’s good,” you breathed out. “So now what?”
“Donnie’s gonna check ya out,” Raph unconsciously rubbed his hand up and down your thigh in a soothing gesture. More for himself than for you. Touching you proved you were alive. That you were there- with him.
“Not with you in here, he isn’t.”
“Well I’m not gonna leave ya,” he rasped barely above his churr, leaving the sentence hanging. You now knew what this particular churr meant, he didn’t need to say it.
“Yes-”
“No way in-”
“Raph,” you cupped his face in your hands. His eyes closed at your gentle touch. “If you want Donnie to check my hand, you’re going to have to leave the room.” His eyes flashed open at the suggestion.
“No-”
“Five minutes.”
“Fiv-”
“No-”
“Minut-”
“No-”
“I promise.”
Your words made him pause for a beat. His churring the only sound to be heard. Donnie still hadn’t moved.
Two.
“Ya said that before, Swee’heart.”
“Donnie isn’t going to hurt me, Raphie,” the nickname made his heart soar even as your hands fell to your lap. “You know this. And you know I didn’t go looking for danger.”
“Tha’s not what it looked like ta me,” Raph saw the confusion cross over your face. “Ya walked past yer place and cut through three alleys headin’ who-knows-where before ya entered that last alley an’ those guys saw yer pretty little smile.”
Your eyes widened in shock as your cheeks turned into his favorite shade of pink before you finally stuttered out your question. “Y-you think I h-have a pr-pretty smile?”
He tucked some hair behind your ear. “Yeah, Dum-dum-”
“And you wanna keep me safe?” Your voice was determined this time, a certain gleam in your eye that had always frightened him. You looked as if you had connected more dots than he had ever planned to let you connect.
“Y-yeah-”
“Then why am I not your Layla!?”
“My Layla? Oh-”
“Yeah! I’ve learned how to fight. I had to freeze my butt off just so you would be forced to lend me a shirt! I-”
“Ya did what?” His sharp tone shut you up and had you looking to Donnie for help. So Raph blocked your view of his brother, smirking down at you. “Y/n, ya can borrow my shirt any time. No need for a ruse.”
“Fine,” you huffed. “But that still doesn’t explain why we- w-why we aren’t y-you know?”
“Togetha?” Raph finished for you, a small smile on his lips.
“Yeah,” you whispered, looking down at your lap, thumbs fiddling.
“‘Cause I nevah thought ya would wan’ somethin like me,” Raph answered, voice hoarse, his churring much quieter than before.
“Like you? Raph, I’ve liked you for months!” You exasperated, clearly frustrated he didn’t get the memo.
“Ya deserve more than me-”
“No! Don’t you dare do that, Raph,” you gave him a pointed look.
“But ya do-”
“Oh yeah? Then who do you think could protect me better than you?”
Raph stayed quiet, unwilling to answer that. He was certain nobody could protect you better than him, but that wouldn’t help him convince you otherwise.
“Exactly,” you whispered out before tugging him down by the edge of his plastron. Surprising him with your soft lips against his own.
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Donnie never did check your hand that night and Raph’s churring didn’t stop for the next few days; going back and forth between his deep, growly protective churr and his rumbly happy churr- depending on who was close by. Layla claimed she became stifled because she was always stuck in the lair and was never able to go on any ‘proper’ dates, which eventually led to her breaking up with Leo.
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A/N: Oh gosh...I had to write the little “L” word lol and I added in a tiny kiss too! I usually try not to do that lol Idk why cuz I like to read them lol but whatever. I hoped you like this! :D
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BTS reacting to your daughter wanting to become an idol.
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pairing: bts x reader fandom: bts warnings: language genre: angst ; fluff word count: 2k+
a/n: sooo, I wasn’t sure if you wanted the main argument to be the dieting, but I feel like there are a lot more reasons why they’d be worried, so I hope you don’t mind me only putting diets as one of the many reasons. nevertheless, I hope you like it ♥
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“We were seven men and we had our own struggles. What do you think happens when it's seven women who are constantly getting compared to each other?” Jin stood in front of your daughter with his arms crossed in front of his chest, “Do you know what's going to happen? They're going to say things like: 'Oh, you've gained more weight than her, you need to be put on a diet now'.”
“I'll deal with that if it comes down to it, dad, but I'm old enough to know what I'll be putting myself through and I'm making this decision with or without your approval,” she got up and copied his pose and once again, you could see that she truly was his daughter.
You got up with a sigh, standing between the two before the argument could escalate any further.
“We're worried and you know we have every reason to be. So how about we make a deal. You do your thing, you agree and join the company, but your father is allowed to monitor everything.”
“What, like I'm a baby?! I'm 16!”
“No, like a manager,” you turned around to look at your husband, “You've been itching to work in the industry again as well, just differently this time, this would be the perfect opportunity. Sira could become the idol she wants to be without having to worry about much, because you'll take care of her like the father that you are and the manager that you could be.”
It certainly was an odd proposal, there weren't many idols that were managed by their parents, but it has happened every now and then.
And it was something that both Jin and your daughter were ultimately okay with, because they both got their ways, even if not exactly how they thought they would.
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“Aren't you... going to say anything?” your daughter pushed her food around, her eyes on her father who wasn't looking at her at all.
You were feeding your baby to your right, your eyes switching from her to him, afraid of what this might turn into.
“So you want to become their slut.”
“Yoongi!” you immediately complained.
“No, (Y/N),” Yoongi looked up, first at you, then at your daughter, “You have no idea how fucked up this industry really is. Why do you think I left when I did? Why do you think I did everything I could to protect you from this life? Do you want to starve yourself for the rest of your life? Do you want to portray a version of yourself that you're not until the day you die?”
“I didn't do anything yet, dad! They just made an offer, I didn't say anything yet!” she was upset, clearly, “I'm sorry, I should have just said no.”
But when she started sobbing, Yoongi's hard shell broke down immediately and his shoulders slumped with a heavy sigh.
“Listen, I know you love music, but becoming an idol is not the way to go. If you're serious about music, I can help you get in touch with the right people, people that won't use you like the agencies would in a position of as an idol.”
She nodded, even though she was still crying.
Later that night, you ended up joining her in her bed, holding her close while explaining to her why Yoongi had been so upset. Why he was so scared for her and that he didn't do this to punish her, but simply to protect her.
And thankfully, she understood.
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“How much sleep do you get nowadays?” Hoseok asked.
“I don't know.. seven to nine hours?”
“Forget that. You'll get four if you're really lucky, two on a normal day and none if you have comebacks. How much do you weigh right now?”
“Why are you asking me this?” your daughter clearly became uncomfortable.
“Because they will be asking you. They will want to know whether to put you on a diet or not because you are 'too fat' for this industry.”
You let out a frustrated sigh and cupped your daughter's face, “He's not sugarcoating it like I would have, but he's right. This industry isn't as beautiful as you think it is and your father has seen it up close, so he’s not just saying these things to scare you off,” you kissed her forehead, “I know that you're currently in a stage of your life where you don't know what step is the next to take and I know that it's scary not to know, but please do not make any rash decisions and sign any contracts. Think about this... carefully.”
She did... because you didn't raise her to be naive and stupid.
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“Do you know why we disbanded, sweetheart?” Namjoon's voice was gentle, his eyes on his other daughter picking flowers in the garden.
“You... never really went into details about that,” but she was instantly curious and straightened her back, crossing her legs on the bench that she was sitting on.
“At that time, we reached the peak of our careers. There truly was nowhere else to go, but people still expected us to go higher and reach for more stars. But we were exhausted. We were.. depressed,” Namjoon's eyes flickered to you, since you had been the one to pull him out of that dark place once, “What me and your uncles have accomplished will forever be something I will cherish, but it is not a life I would wish for you. The never ending diets, the never ending stress and expectations... it's... horrible.”
“But there's perks too, right? I mean, you had amazing fans.”
“We did. And then we also had the ones that stalked us. The ones that sent us creepy letters. The ones that threatened to hurt our loved ones,” finally, he turned his head to look at her, “You and your sister should not grow up in a world like this. I want you to be able to eat what you want to eat without someone telling you that it has too many calories. I want you to be able to sleep in on the weekends after a long week of hard work. I want you to be able to go on vacations with your friends without having to worry for your safety. Do you understand what I mean?”
She didn't respond right away, but ultimately she smiled a little and nodded, “I understand, daddy.”
And boy, did you both let out a relieved sigh.
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“No,” Park Jimin was not the kind of father to say no without giving a reason, especially because he hardly could say no to his first and only daughter, the apple of his eye. But when she asked him about her possibly getting into BigHit, he instantly shut her down.
“But..-” her eyes widened, her lower lip already beginning to tremble and you, being stuck in the middle, turned your head to Jimin with a small smile, “Can you check up on Seungmin? Tell him it's almost dinner time.”
Jimin knew that you handling this conversation would be better anyways, so he did end up walking outside to check up on his son, while you turned around to your daughter and grabbed her hands, “Your father had a great life. He had a wonderful career that he doesn't regret having, but the wonderful things that you see online and hear from fans and friends and family... it wasn't always like this.”
“What do you mean?”
“When your father made his debut, he ended up struggling... a lot. Not because he wasn't good at singing, or dancing.. but because he felt like his face was too chubby. He felt like his abs weren't good enough. He felt like his legs didn't look strong enough,” when she looked confused, you kept on talking, “He went on one diet after the other and went days without eating anything, just because he felt like he had to. Now, imagine him having been a woman. And I really hate saying this in a modern time as this, but the world isn't as lenient with us as it is with men, and your father knows it, sweetheart. If one fan were to ever mention that you're one gram too heavy, the company would take it to heart and put you on a diet. And not just a diet for a week, a diet for a month, maybe a year. Your father has experienced this first hand and he just doesn't want you to live a life such as this too,” especially because she had inherited his beautiful cheeks from him and so he was worried that she’d go through the same things just because of that wonderful detail.
She hadn't known about this, because if she had, she never would have brought it up.
And after that day, after thinking about what you had said once again and after actually looking up what you had said and confirming it all, she never brought it up ever again.
And Jimin was more than glad about that.
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You both should have assumed that this would happen at some point.
Not only because of who Taehyung is and used to be, but because of who your daughter was. Confident, breathtakingly beautiful and talented. Of course, she'd want to pursue a career in a field such as this one.
“Listen,” Taehyung brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, “You know your mother and I support you, no matter what you want to do, but this life that you're envisioning right now is not the life that you'll have.”
“He's right, sweetheart,” you sighed, “You are already struggling with keeping your life private, if you join BigHit, it'll get even worse. Then there's crazy fans, more so for you because of who your father used to be. And the diets.. the never ending diets..”
“I know you're worried and I can't blame you for it,” she grabbed her fathers hand and pulled it to her cheek, leaning against it, “But whatever happens, I know you two will have my back. That's why I want to do this, because I know that no matter what, I can always come back here and get my slice of normality and love.”
It... kind of made you really proud to hear that, even if it didn’t decrease your worries.
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BigHit had been trying to get Jeongguk to sign up your daughter ever since she was old enough to walk and talk, but he had always denied them.
Now, however, she was old enough to make her own decisions, and her saying yes, didn't come as a surprise to either of you.
“Don't you think there's a reason I kept telling them off?” Jeongguk was angry. Angry at BigHit, angry at his daughter and most importantly, angry at himself that he didn't put a stop to this once and for all, “Do you want to starve yourself for the rest of your life to be the perfect doll that they want you to be?”
But instead of yelling back, she actually listened to every little bad thing that he had to say.
Only when he let out a frustrated sigh and dropped down on the couch next to her, did she speak: “I know this isn't what either of you wanted for me and I'm sorry I'm worrying you like this, especially you dad, but this is my life and my decision.”
You decided to join in, your hand on your daughter's lower back, “It's not that we wouldn't support you, but this life is hard. We're just scared for you.”
“I know, mom,” but she was stubborn and so with one last glance at her father, she said: “I'm sorry, daddy, but it’s what I’m going to do,” and got up to go into her room.
All that Jeongguk could do now was keep BigHit in check. Every little thing they wanted to do to your daughter had to go through him.
She didn't know about this and he made sure that she never would... but it was the only way that Jeongguk would allow this to happen.
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The Imperial Brinxiao Harem Chapter 1- Footsteps
 Writer’s note- Apologies if my writing is not as great as others! this is my first story and im  working really hard at coming up with things to make it a bit spicier! :)  TLDR: The first few posts may be pretty boring, but i need to start somewhere!
9 months in - The crown Princess has arrived, and the inner court consorts are gathered around a table chatting about how good the princess has been in only her few days in this world. And soon new selection candidates for the emperor will be here.  Noble Consort Xiao is very pregnant, and soon shall burst.  Two visitors have made their way to the inner court palace to visit and enjoy the Festivities. 
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Meanwhile in the gardens...
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Zong: “Are you finding your accomodations comfortable?  The empress had the palace decorated with  what she thought would mesh well with you and Meiren Jadite.” 
Zephyr: “Yes your highness, they are wonderful, thank you for your concern, we also thank you for allowing us to visit and celebrate in the birth  of the Princess, may peace and blessings be with her.  I look forward to  one day getting to service you  in regards to maintaining  a legacy in the  Zong Dynasty.”  She smiled to herself, “I will take my leave and join the other consorts in the celebrations, i just wanted to personally congradulate you.”. With that Cairen Zephyr left and went to be with the higher ranking consorts.  Zephyr is quiet and usually keps to herself. she does not like trouble. 
Foot steps...
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Meiren Jadeite: “Your majesty”, she said as she bowed to Empeor Zong. “If you have a moment  of time to spare I would love your company for a moment.”
Zong: “You may Rise, I always have time for my Beauties (Meirens). “, he took her hands in his and pulled her up close.  It was true that Jadeite was quite beautiful, he had neglected to spend time with her and the other Cairens since he had been so busy with the Princess and consort Xiao’s pregnancy.  Jadeite was a beauty with a fine jawline, high cheekbones and a mischevious smile. It was what he adored about her and why he gave her the title he did.  “what’s on your mind sweetheart?”, To most of his consorts  Zong was sweet, he had yet to find a consort he did not like. 
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Jadeite: “Honestly”, she sighed happy that the emperor was finally giving her some attention after all this time being in the palace, being out in the Cairen palace  had its downsides, the emperor was hardly around. “I’m just happy o have a moment with you. I had thought maybe you had forgotten me, and well the others as well. I understand if you’re busy and do not have time for me, but I want you to know how much i yearn to be by your side  even for just alittle bit.” Part of that was a fib, she did like the emperor, but what she wanted more was to climb the social ladder.  But she would never tell that. 
Zong: My dearest, I have not forgotten you or your fellow sisters. I will summon you soon, I have just been very busy. and for that I am wrong, I may be a ruler, but I am also a husband to all my wives and I have neglected some of you, I will be more diligent.”, he smiled admiring the beauty in Jadeites face. “Come to Pheonix Hall tonight, stay with me...”, It was a command that put a great smile on her face. 
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beauty-and-passion · 3 years
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Idk if you still analyze suggested songs, but here I am with a song that I literally cannot stop listening to:
Welcome home, son, by radical face.
I see either Janus or Virgil in the lyrics, or both, would love to see your thoughts! I understand if you don’t have time
What do you mean I always have time for some good angst related to the snek boy and his emo son.
First of all: this lyric is a poetry and this is very Virgil, but the one who is singing is clearly Janus. So it’s already a great start.
Sleep don't visit, so I choke on sun And the days blur into one And the backs of my eyes hum with things I've never done
Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline Like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass Was never much but we made the most Welcome home
Ah yes, the perfect image of a father who lost his son, can’t sleep, days blur into one and he keps repeating in his mind all the things he could’ve said and did and never had the chance to do. Perfectly Janus. What do you mean this isn’t canon? Of course it is.
All my nightmares escaped my head Bar the door, please don't let them in You were never supposed to leave Now my head's splitting at the seams And I don't know if I can
“You were never supposed to leave” - still Janus, still talking to his son. He’s scared, his nightmares escaped his head, but he doesn’t want them to affect Virgil. Virgil, who were supposed to stay by his side forever. And now he doesn’t know if he can stand this change.
Well, okay, I wasn’t ready for some truckload of angst, but thank you for delivering it. These two always offer the best kind of pain.
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bush-viper-cutie · 3 years
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“Hermione vs. Draco” || YEAR 3 – Ch.30 (HP au)
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Day posted: 11/3/2020
Word count: 3, 254
Relationship: EVENTUAL severus X oc (slow burn)
Rating: E for everyone
Warnings: none
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A/N: This is my first fan fic I’m writing mainly as a way to practice. This is a retelling of the hp books with an inserted character. Although most every character will be written about, this is mostly for the pro snape fandom. Please do not fear, although this is a severus x oc story, it is an incredibly slow burn as I do not intend for them to get together at all until after the final book events. Chapters will be posted twice a week.
This derivative work follows the events of the Harry Potter books by Jk Rowling and is intended as a fun way to practice my writing. Thank you for reading :D
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Heather sat with Harry on the grass and looked over at Ron and Hermione talking – or more like Hermione talking on and on and Ron nodding his head every once in a while – which was a huge relief. It only took Hermione apologizing and Ron was instantly all “Oh, he was only a rat. I’ll get another not so old one now, or maybe an owl – they’re much better.”
The whole class was waiting on further instruction from Hagrid besides just feeding the Salamanders dried twigs, but Hagrid was even less himself after the hearing. Harry tried talking to him during the start of the lesson, but Hagrid refused, not wanting to burst out crying in front of everyone.
The bells rang in the distance and the whole class got up, picked up their Salamanders and dumped them in the fire. Heather stayed by the fire, watching them curl up and nap while Hermione and Harry convinced Hagrid to walk them back to the castle.
“It was awful,” Hagrid croaked, holding back tears. “All those black robes… sittin’ there, lookin’ down at us. S’all my fault, it was. I kep’ droppin’ me notes an’ got all tongue-tied an’ – OH – an’ then Lucius Malfoy takes the stand an’ said his bit, an’ the committee jus’ did exac’ly what he told ‘em to do… So they… they gave Beaky a final date…”
“It’s not fair. Those doddery old fools shouldn’t be on the committee if they can be so easily scared by Malfoy’s dad.” Hermione teared up and shook her head.
Ron ran ahead and jumped on a rock at the top of the hill. “Hagrid! You can still save him with the appeal! This time we’ll all really help and – ”
“Lucius Malfoy won’t let the committee change their minds. I jus’ have tuh make sure the time Beaky has left is a good one. I owe ‘im that… s’cuse me – ” Hagrid broke off and hurried back down the hill towards his cabin.
“Look at him! The blubbering oaf.” Draco came out from behind the castle doors with Crabbe and Goyle laughing just behind him.
Heather ran up the last small hill to the castle steps and faced Draco. “Leave it alone. You may not care about Hagrid or Buckbeak but I do, and them, and so many other students. And it’s YOUR fault.” Heather jabbed his shoulder, forcing him to step back.
“Sorry, Potter. But it’s just so funny! I’ve never seen anything quite so pathetic.” He turned around to Crabbe and Goyle. “Have you?”
Harry, Ron, and Hermione had climbed the rest of the hill quickly and stopped next to Heather, except for Hermione who continued forward and smacked Draco across the face in one long swoop of her extended arm.
“Hermione!” Heather’s hands covered her mouth, not sure whose side to take now or who to be mad at. If Ron had been the one to hit Draco, Hermione would be giving him an angry talking to already.
Draco staggered back and was caught by Goyle before he could trip. He pushed off him and stood, astounded and scared at Hermione, who looked ready for another go.
“Do NOT call Hagrid Pathetic! Ever! It’s all YOUR fault you – you foul – evil – “ Hermione went for another smack.
“Hermione!” Ron caught her arm.
Heather held her back as she tried pushing them away.
“Get off!” Hermione broke free and pulled out her wand, surprising Draco and leaving him frozen in place with fear. “Don’t ever call Hagrid pathetic!”
“L-let’s go.” Draco turned and hurried into the school with Crabbe and Goyle at his heels.
“Nice Hermione!” Ron held out his hand for a high five and Hermione laughed, giving him one.
“That wasn’t very wise, Hermione.” Heather crossed her arms.
“It’s the wisest thing she’s done all year.” Harry smirked and ran from Hermione’s punch. “Save it for Malfoy!”
Heather was unamused but Ron and Hermione laughed, which was nice to hear after so many weeks of them being angry with each other. They followed Harry inside.
“I’m sorry to say, Heather, but I do hope Harry wins the final Quidditch match against Slytherin. I can’t stand Malfoy winning another thing.”
Heather re-crossed her arms. “Not forgiven. I want to win, not lose just because Malfoy’s on my team.”
Ron made a loud nose. “Oh, don’t you two start now.”
The castle corridors were full of students running to their classrooms. They jogged passed several groups of chattering fifth and seventh years and climbed the stairs all the way up to the charms classrooms. They waved to Ginny quickly as she passed them in the halls on her way to Herbology and reached Professor Flitwick’s class with minutes to spare.
“I like when we’re not late.” Ron pulled on the door and held it open for them.
Heather and Harry walked in and took their normal seats, waiting for Ron and Hermione to take the ones in front of them, but only Ron sat down a minute later.
“Where did Hermione go?” Ron looked around the room. “She wasn’t in the corridor.”
Heather looked towards the door. Several Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs entered the class along with a few Slytherins and Gryffindors, but Hermione never stepped through. The bells rang and Professor Flitwick took his little podium.
“Now, let’s start on Cheering Charms. Everyone – wands out – we’re already into pairs – er, Mr. Weasley, pair with Mr. Longbottom – and let’s begin.”
“Maybe you should go check the bathrooms?” Harry whispered to Heather between swishes.
“And miss class like she’s doing? We’ll find her later.” Heather followed Professor Flitwick’s instructions perfectly and within minutes she was able to do a minor cheering charm, earning her praise in front of the class.
Several attempts later and she was able to perform the full cheering charm, second to a Ravenclaw across the room who always fought with Hermione for first place. The Ravenclaw gave her a look of triumph but it was Heather who took extra points for helping Ron, Harry, Neville, and the two other Slytherins in the room to complete the charm.
After class they went to lunch and split up. Heather sat at the Slytherin table and was soon joined by Draco and even more unfortunately, Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle.
“Draco!” Heather smiled and took a bite of her ham sandwich, the mustard was extra good on it that day – although everything seemed better under the effects of a cheering charm. “Have you done anything to Hermione?”
“No.” He sat down and looked Heather up and down.
“Cheering Charm.” Heather said and Draco nodded in understanding.
His brows furrowed. “If she thinks she’ll get away with – ”
“Of course she won’t. We should tell on her. Get her detentions for the rest of the year. I mean, first your attacked by a wild creature and then by a stupid Gryffindor?” Pansy added a large glop of salad dripping in dressing onto her plate.
“Or, we can focus on winning the final Quidditch match. Gryffindor won against Ravenclaw which puts them at second place right now. If they beat us, then we tie and the Quidditch cup doesn’t go to anyone.” Heather finished her lunch and moved on to the pies for dessert, cutting off a small slice.
“What’s that go to do with Granger?” Draco pointed to his puffy cheek. “I want her to pay.”
“And she wants to see you lose. So win and rub it in her face.” She didn’t like encouraging Draco to gloat, especially not to her friends, but it was better than letting him get Hermione in trouble. The cheering charm wore off mid apple pie bite and she winced at how sweet it was. “Don’t try the pie.”
“Flint says he has a plan. A good one.” Draco tried looking confident and hopeful.
“Well. Good then.” Heather stood and left the great hall, heading into the girl’s bathroom. “Hermione?” she called out, looking under several stalls for Hermione’s shoes but there was no one there at all. She walked out and saw Harry and Ron leaving the great hall and ran up to them. “She’s not in the bathroom. We should check your common room – and before you ask. No, Malfoy hasn’t turned her into a shrimp and hidden her away or anything at all. She’s missing all on her own.”
They headed up the entrance stairs and down the main corridor. As they started up the stairs to the higher floors, Ron began listing other possible ways Draco could have gotten to her, one way involving Crabbe turning into a giant bird and swooping down and taking her into his talons. They walked up to Gryffindor tower debating the logistics of that scenario – Ron adamant that Crabbe would turn into a BIG bird because of his size and not just a regular sized bird because of the spell.
“Flibbertigibbet” Harry said loud enough for Heather to hear.
“Not so loud,” the fat lady hissed, sensitive to both Heather and possibly a very dangerous Sirius Black hearing it. “I’m changing it again tonight… Just to be sure.” She opened up.
Ron and Harry walked in through the hole While Heather stood just outside, watching them approach a distant lump of frizzy brown hair fast asleep around a tower of books. They poked Hermione awake and began talking – Hermione seemed frantic and upset.
“Hurry up!” Heather called in. “Divination is in ten minutes!”
Hermione stuffed all her books in her bag and came running out ahead of Ron and Harry. “I’ll meet you guys there! I need to talk to Professor Flitwick!” She turned and ran down the stairs towards the charms classrooms.
“She said she forgot to go.” Ron came out of the hole and crossed his arms. “But she was right behind us.”
Heather chewed on her finger the whole way up to the Divinations classroom in thought. Hermione was definitely keeping something, and she needed to know what. She couldn’t believe Hermione was actually possibly keeping a secret from all of them. It was different from her own secret about helping Draco over the summer, that time was once but Hermione has been going on with her secret all year.
They reached the ladder and Hermione joined them almost immediately, looking out of breath.
“Oh Heather, tell me you got the Cheering Charm down. Flitwick hinted at it being on the exams!” Hermione brushed down her hair and sighed with relief as Heather nodded her head.
“Of course I did. And I earned five points for Slytherin while doing so. If you think Slytherin’s going to lose the house cup, that’s one-hundred-and-fifty-five points you need to make up before the last match… And counting.” Heather smiled and climbed the ladder, ignoring Harry as he silently mocked her.
The second Heather stepped in the room she was engulfed in that familiar awful mist that made everything go blurry and hazy. She found her usual seat in the far back of the room at the table above Harry’s and Ron’s. Hermione took the seat opposite her and they all sat waiting for Professor Trelawney to appear from behind a curtain or from inside a cabinet looking all mysterious.
“Look at these crystal balls!” Ron turned to them and held it up to his face, making it look all wonky and distorted through the glass. “Thought we weren’t starting this until fourth year.”
Harry took the ball and set it down on its holder. “Shh. I was getting tired of seeing her flinch every time she saw my hands. I’m scared to sneeze in here in case it sounds like the grim to her.”
Heather laughed. “Your sneezes do sound kind of barky.”
“Shut it.”
“Well as long as crystal balls aren’t on the exams, I don’t care.” Hermione shook her head. “I can’t deal with much more of all this nonsense.”
They all raised their brows at Hermione, but before she could respond, Professor Trelawney appeared from behind the large stack of teacups in the corner.
“Good day! Good, good day to everyone.” Her voice was misty and almost sing song-y as she stepped out and addressed the class. “I was checking the Fates and had seen that the art of the Orb would be on your exams in June, and so we will begin Crystal Gazing early! I am anxious to give you sufficient practice with it.”
Hermione’s hand was up in the air instantly. “But Professor, don’t YOU set the exams?”
Ron and Harry chocked back laughs while Professor Trelawney turned away and hummed loudly.
“Crystal Gazing is a very perfected art. It takes years of practice for many capable wizards – and on the very rare occasion, those particularly gifted with the Sight, can come to see things within a matter of months. I do not expect anyone here to be able to See into the Orb’s infinite depths of wisdom on their first try.”
Professor Trelawney took her seat in her large chair and brought her legs up, crossing them under her layers and layers of skirt fabric. She looked like a monstrous creature, half pile of laundry, half human.
Professor Trelawney breathed out slowly and continued. “We shall first start …with relaxing the conscious mind while keeping our external eyes closed. …This will allow for the Inner Eye to open …and let you into your superconscious – should anyone start Seeing, please speak up!”
Ron’s head was on his table and his shoulders shook uncontrollably with suppressed laughter. Harry was biting down on his wrist and Heather was gripping her chair’s arms so tight she thought her fingers would pop off. Heather looked around and up behind her Neville caught her eye and gave her a face of such extreme confusion that she thought she’d burst out laughing. Hermione was looking like she’d just been murdered with boredom – or hoping to be.
After several not so silent minutes, they began Crystal Gazing by just staring into the crystal orbs and waiting to see anything at all. Heather cleared her mind and looked at the mist swirling and then stilling. Every time she cleared her mind the mist would swirl and then the second Hermione tutted right across from her, the mist would still.
“Would you mind keeping your tutting to yourself?” Heather sat up straight and looked deeper into the orb. The mist swirled into a large spiral, slow and steady as if stirred by a spoon. It went on for several minutes, growing slower. Heather was feeling her eyes going blurry in what she thought could be the start of a hypnotic trance as the misty swirl expanded. It sparkled slightly and the center seemed to still as the mist around it turned clockwise and –
“Tuh. It’s just mist being misty.”
“Has anyone Seen anything yet?” Harry whispered.
“I thought I had seen my Grandma, but it turned out I was just too close to the crystal,” Neville whispered back.
“Oh hold on!” Ron whispered excitedly, looking at the crystal. “I see… I see… That someone’s burnt the table cloth there with a knocked over candle.” He pointed.
Heather couldn’t help but give him a small giggle.
“What a waste of time,” Hermione hissed. “I could be studying for Charms. I could be practicing something actually useful like the Cheering Charm.”
They hushed as Professor Trelawney came shuffling passed asking students if they needed help ‘interpreting the shadowy portents within the Orbs’.
“It’s obvious what it means, isn’t it?” Ron whispered. “There’ll be loads of fog tonight.”
Heather, Harry, Hermione,and Neville behind them burst out laughing. Ron’s ears went red but he grinned wide until Professor Trelawney stopped at the bottom of their row right in front of him.
“Why are you disturbing the clairvoyant vibrations of this room? Let me see here.” She looked down into Ron and Harry’s crystal orb.
Harry looked back at Heather and she rolled her eyes, knowing just as well as he that Professor Trelawney was about to see the Grim in the mist. And sure enough –
Professor Trelawney clutched at her wooden beads. “My dear…” she breathed. “It grows closer… Nearer and nearer… the Gr – !”
“The Grim!” Hermione yelled, exasperated. “Oh of course! Why predict the results of the Gryffindor Slytherin match, or the results of Harry’s exams, or what he’ll have for dinner when you can just predict the ridiculous Grim every day.”
“They are not predictions,” Lavender Brown growled. “They are truth.”
“Not guesses,” Parvati joined in.
Hermione huffed at them.
“My dear. Since you stepped foot in my class it has been clear that you do not have what the noble art of divination requires in order to See into the beyond.” Professor Trelawney tisked. “I have never met a student whose mind is so hopelessly and irreversibly mundane.”
Heather closed her gaping mouth and looked at Hermione, who was not having a good day by any means.
“Fine!” Hermione stood and shut ‘Unfogging the Future’, cramming it in her bag. “Fine!” she repeated, swinging her bag over her shoulder. “Then I’m leaving.” She stomped across the classroom and turned. “Let me guess, next topic is flames, and with my SIGHT I predict you’ll predict THE GRIM for Harry.” She turned and kicked the trap door open and climbed down the ladder.
For several minutes the whole class was talking. Heather convinced Neville to be her partner, leaving the Hufflepuff he was partnered with alone, and Ron and Harry wondered if Hermione would come back. Heather doubted it.
Suddenly Lavender stood up and quickly found Professor Trelawney stoking the fire and adding more herbs to make the room mistier. “Professor! You saw this! You saw her leaving! ‘Around Easter, one of our number will leave us forever’! You said that first day of class!”
Professor Trelawney gave a small smile. “Oh yes, I knew Miss Granger would leave us. That is the burden of the Inner Eye… however, sometimes one hopes to have mistaken the Signs.”
The bells rang and class was over. They packed their things and headed down the ladder.
Harry leaned in to her. “You don’t think me seeing the Grim has anything to do with her seeing the Grim do you?”
Heather shook her head. “I saw that cloud Grim during your match and I haven’t ever seen the Grim in the classroom so… I would guess no.”
“Is that good or bad?”
Heather sighed and shrugged. “I really don’t know.”
They didn’t see Hermione all day after Divination, not even during dinner. Heather hadn’t heard anything about Hermione until Draco arrived late to dinner holding his other cheek in his hand.
“Easter Holidays we’re practicing EVERY DAY. I told Flint we should and he agreed.” He let go of his cheek to grab his cup and exposed his red and slightly swollen cheek.
“W…what happened there?” Heather could almost see fingers marked on his skin.
“Nothing. I heard Granger was told she was too muggle for Divination so I told her not to blame her parents for making her weaker than the rest of us and she slapped me.” He turned to Pansy who started defending him instantly.
“I would have hit you harder.” Heather decided she could let Hermione’s smack slide one last time, although she guessed there wouldn’t be any more after now. Surely Draco had learned his lesson about messing with Hermione after that second, much heavier slap. “So double practices starting tomorrow?”
“Early morning.”
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libidomechanica · 3 years
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Untitled (“Move a world from rain”)
Move a world from rain: they blind Understand  I need na spier, an I saw  ane an twenty hundreds  of unmatched the human  hear my mother to me are  you great enough to stock  the ribs of old Parnasse dwell, sick, or  in dale: graze about it and  that was beggar and as  it grew, so every  one, one shade, I claspd her baby form,  or wrap her eyes as the  fierce beams do not she thanks my husbandman his  mouldering alters all; they think, delight  wood, with his love even, all  shrink. All days are at a bay; whereat  she unweaves the thrust, and not  thou, that euer was he, with  buds and forever did think  on what we are, for  as he was well? By the  eight chemical kissing. Love  makes thee to wit she hath caught me                   & then  imagine, shrinks, priests, loved that  by her good morrow: “o thou interpret  the hill. Ill be a  park, and in black and grim, against  no one but himself in  small depth below. ”Rs newblown desire  no breach in his last leave  our state complaints doth the patch. 
They talk of some sublimer world to  offer a milkwhite Lamb: shee is  my goddess good: yours will  hold the space of a pitch where  the first day home? Do summon us  to part her love; she takes now  her loose gown from the sky,  from where so ouerthwart that Time and  going by, learning, languor, surrender  to a girl, whose swelling dugs  do ache, hasting so and sipping peacefully;  the tiger would elide your  name, I would it solve if he took  heat perpetual, growing, nor when  I shall she can a Maiden win.  Even as a dying coal reviveth;  a smile and fresh beauty and  the glen at wintry dawn, where my Goddesse  shine, sweet self rejected,  steal thine ear, or like the  Lot of Kaikobád away.  There we hid from hate away on every  bad a perfected. Where  alone. I told my love torment us  with her wrong; I  had wanted that you disgrace:  binde your sweet beginne with  hear; and now they set their smell, and I  should strive again, and ’“tis to  longer to rehearse? Im kep ing in my wine; that loed me dearly!”
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pinkykitten · 3 years
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promise me - part 3
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2845: EXILE
synopsis: It’s the year 2845. A year where Earth is in shambles and space is the new frontier. You are sent along with other cadets to a distress call about some type of unknown creature. You are new as an engineer on the ship Shiganshina and you have to work for your boss and leader of your group Levi Ackerman. But remember, in space no one can hear you scream.
pairing: levi ackerman x female! reader words: 3,068 genre:  violence, gore, romance, fluff, space au, series, future au
a/n: im actually rlly proud of this chapter. now its when the door starts opening up and new secrets are revealed and even more questions arise. ty all who have given support and love to my writing and this series. i work rlly hard on this so it makes so happy to see u guys love this. tysm. 
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The feeling of being useless was horrible. There laid Gunther’s lifeless body-leaning against the blood soaked wall. The hallway was once sparking with violence and fighting it felt so hollow to you and so quiet. 
“Oh my God.” You gasped, covering your mouth with your hand. “I can’t believe this happened.”
The tips of Gunter’s fingers were turning blue and his hands were as cold as ice as you held onto it tightly. 
“Y/N,” Levi coughed out raspy. “Y/N.”
You wiped your tears away and slid towards Levi. You looked at his face then saw his wound. There was a orange size burn-from the saliva of the alien-that was red and a rash. It was splayed across his ankle and was oozing.
“You’re going to be alright. How bad does it hurt?”
“Not that bad,” he winced. You could tell he was holding it in. He was trying to be strong for the mission. 
You rummaged through the first aid kit. In there was a bottle of pain pills, Band-Aids, and a cream to help with bacteria and burns. “Take some of these,” you popped the pills in his mouth. “This should help with the ache.” You splattered some cream onto your hand and evenly spread it on the burn. Levi barely moved a muscle. His strength was truly evident. You wrapped his ankle with some gauze and your gaze met his. Your heart became still. His features were handsome to his thick, black, long eyelashes to his soft looking lips. 
You shook your head, tearing the day dreams away from your mind. “You think you can stand?”
“I think so.” Levi gripped the wall as he pushed himself up. He stood up and took one step, leading him slipping to the ground. 
You caught him in your arms and guided his arm atop your shoulders. “I got you,” you smiled small. “Let’s try to get to shelter and take a breather.”
You didn’t know what was next. What the plan was. All you worried about was now but the thought of how you were going to survive replayed. You saw many outcomes of you dying and everything seemed impossible. To everyone you portrayed this know it all, knowing every step you took but in reality you were a lost soul. 
Turning a corner was a double bed room for the workers. “Sit here.” Levi laid back in the bottom bunk bed. Pain evident, slightly, on his features. In quick motions you gathered items around the room to place in front of the door, barricading it in case any monsters tried to get through. “I think we’re good.” Sweat dripped down your neck. 
You sat opposite from Levi on the other bottom bunk. You noticed Levi sweating as well, his face red. Touching his forehead, you realized he was burning up. “Not good,” you told yourself more than him. Grabbing a glass of water you led him to drink water, hoping that would help. “I’m in fear the venom is getting in through the skin to your blood.” You tapped your lip in thought.
“Great,” Levi scoffed. 
“What do you mean?”
Levi sat up. “I need you to promise me something Y/N. If I don’t make it, finish the mission and save those that need help.”
You sat in front of him and grabbed his cold hands. “You’re not dying. I’m not letting you.” The thought made your lips tremble as your e/c eyes became glassy.
“Just promise me,” Levi’s calloused hands rose to your cheeks, wiping your scared tears that escaped your captivity of your eyes. “Please Y/N. I need you to be okay?”
“...Okay,” you breathed out. 
“I know you’re scared but I don’t think you know how capable you are. You are made of greatness Y/N. You can do this, with or without me.” Levi laid back and tried to get some sleep. 
You walked to the window showing space. A vast area that sometimes is made up of unknown. Scared was an understatement. You didn’t know what that ‘thing’ was, where it had come from and why was it here? There were so many missing pieces to the puzzle. 
You couldn’t help but want to discover more to this mystery and you couldn’t just sit there and do nothing while your friend laid there dying. If this monster was on Marley and it was going to show its face more often you needed tools. You couldn’t bare being defenseless against that thing. “I’m coming back Levi,” you saluted to him. “I promise, just be patient.”
You checked the map of the ship and noticed the weapons room was far north away. It was on the opposite of the ship. “Are you kidding me?” 
As you raced to your destination you saw all the damage that was on Marley. So many wires were pulled and sparks exploded, scaring you. The thought came up of what if you hadn’t had taken this job? Would you still be in your garage being a mechanic? There was some sneaky stuff happening and some things didn’t feel right? Then you thought of Annie and the fear she must be feeling. What if she was dead? You had to know, you had to see if! 
Finally you had made it to the warehouse but the gate was locked. “Hmmm? Maybe there’s an issue with the power?” You checked the computer system nearby and saw all the power was made to keep the vents open. It was either the vents or this gate. “I’m going to close the vents.” You locked in the correct kep numbers. The gate opened wide and you stealthily walked in to not grab attention. 
You took a step and a loud bang was heard across the room. Your pulse quickened and your mouth became dry. You tore up boxes and compartments and they were empty except one at the very end. There was no cover there so if the alien was with you it would see you. ‘I have to be quick,’ you thought.
You rolled to that area and looked to find a motion detector, a flamethrower and items to make a molotov. Now you felt more confident. “Finally,” you got set on making the molotov. But you didn’t feel the presence behind of the alien growing tall and hovering behind you. It roared loud, baring its teeth. 
You turned back and screamed, dropping the weapons. You were going to crawl away when a shot ringed your ears. You looked up to see a wounded Levi shooting at the alien. 
“Levi?!? What are you doing?” 
“Just run! I got it!” Levi repeatedly shot at the monster, calling it to him. “Yeah, come this way.”
You quickly grabbed the weapons and ran to the vents to jump in it. “Cuss!” The latch was locked in order to get in the vents. You then remembered you closed the vents which means the alien was in here with you the whole time. “Levi the vents are closed! I gotta go back to the systems and open it up! You keep him distracted!”
“Isn’t that what I’m doing?!?” Levi was up against this huge creature. 
Running with all your might back to the computers you typed in that the gate would shut and the vents would open. Levi was still stuck in the warehouse. “Levi get out of there!” You had your hand out. 
Levi ran backwards shooting vigorously at the monster. “Close it! Close it!”
You punched in the numbers and Levi ran past the gate, it was a hair away from closing on him. It instead closed on the alien. The alien was caught in between. His hands were trying to bust the gate open. 
“Climb! Climb!” You ushered Levi to get up the ladder to get to the vent. Levi climbed up and offered his hand to you. You took it climbing and the alien grabbed onto your legs, pulling you. You tried and you tried with all your might. Veins protruding and teeth clenching. With a roar you and Levi pulled away from the alien and climbed in the vents. They were tiny and cramped. 
You both walked on your hands and knees to get through. 
“If we take two rights and 4 lefts then we should be at the room we were at.” You recalled from the map. 
“What the cuss was that?”
You shrugged, “I needed to get items.”
“Yeah, you could of died.”
“You just told me I could do this without you and now you don’t want me to. Which is it Levi? Because I’m getting very confused!”
Levi shook his head, “Yes, I remember what I said but you idiot but you don’t have any weapons. What would you have done if I wasn’t there?”
“Fought the best I could. I know I can do this. You don’t have to worry so much.”
Levi scoffed and led the way.
You sighed, “you’re right. I should of had some type of weapon, that was dumb. But I got a ton. Now we can defiantly use these against him.”
“What did you get?”
You showed him all that you had found. “Pretty neat huh. We get to use these bad boys on that son of a cuss.”
Levi couldn’t help but smile at how brave you were and ruffled your head, “just, please be careful next time. Okay?”
Finally, you and Levi made it to the end of the vent. Jumping out and now creating a new plan to exterminate the alien. 
The fuzziness of the voice on the intercom blared loudly. Who was still alive? It took a second for someone to speak. “Is that Annie?” Your ears were open. 
“Levi and Y/N, it’s Reiner... if you’re still alive please, meet up with me at the control base. I, I need to show you two something. ASAP!” Then it shut off like it never was turned on in the first place. 
“What if- what if something is wrong? Maybe he found Annie?”
“Or killed that thing,” Levi suggested. 
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Making to the control base wasn’t easy. You had to be on the look out for the alien. Any sound you made came with gut wrenching fear. At one point you were even certain that your heart pounding would be too loud and it would hear you. Every moment spent alive was a miracle. 
There was a large wall of glass separating you both from Reiner. Unknowing you were present, he was facing the glass, sitting on a chair, focusing on the computers. He seemed not stressed at all. You would think because his friend and fellow ship mate was taken or dead that he would be more on his toes but he seemed not worried about a thing. Maybe he didn’t really like to show emotion. It was true that being emotional at the moment there was no time. Your eyes traveled up to see his back was facing a huge vent. 
“He’s really stupid isn’t he?” Levi knocked on the glass to get Reiner’s attention. 
Reiner ushered you both over. 
“Any news?” Reiner and you said in unison. 
“You first,” Reiner said. 
“Well,” you threw all your weapons on the counter top near the computers set up. “We went to the weapon base and contained all these! We didn’t realize the moment we stepped on Marley that we were gonna need such heavy equipment.”
“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” Reiner stood up and faced away from the two of you, as if he was disappointed in himself. “I know you all have many questions.”
“That’s an understatement,” Levi sat, annoyed. “Why did you bring us here Reiner? It seems like you want to get something off your chest.”
Reiner turned around, seeming so stoic. “I want to tell you two how this thing got on here.”
It was the question you were thinking about the whole time you were here.“Yeah, what did you mean that it started with Ymir? Who’s Ymir?”
“Ymir was one of our ship mates. See when we first were dispatched on this mission we were told that we were going to different planets to find life. We went to what we named planet 13. Me, Annie, my friend Bertholdt and Ymir went and it seemed fine at first but then we found some...eggs.”
“Eggs?” Levi questioned. 
“Eggs. I was taking some samples when I heard a scream and Ymir had touch one of the eggs. It was on her face and we took her to the medical bay to get her back to her health. But we didn’t know that she would never get better and as I was running tests on her the thing came out of her chest. It was, so confusing. We didn’t know what to do. It escaped and that’s where we’re at now.”
You were shocked. “Now I have more questions than answers.”
“Cuss,” Levi muttered under his breath, not knowing what other move to make. 
“We need to learn more about this creature, do you happen to know Reiner if this is the only one or are there more on here?”
“The one-” Reiner was starting but then the computers started beeping. 
“What’s that?” Levi pointed to the map on the screen. “What are those ripples and dots?”
Reiner sprinted to the chair and checked the monitor, “cuss. It’s another shower, it’s gonna be longer and much stronger than the last one.”
“What do we do?” Your balance is thrown off when one or a few meteorites hits Marley. The ship starts beeping, alarming guests. “What happened?”
“It’s made a huge hole.”
“Where?” Levi looked at the model on the computer screen. 
Reiner pointed to the head of ship. “We need to fix it quick or else it will ruin the whole ship.”
“I got this.” Levi grabbed a few of the weapons and was about to exit but fell due to his injuries. 
“Levi!” You ran to his aid and lifted his trousers. It was starting to look infected and you could tell it was affecting him because his lips were turning white and he had more bags under his eyes. “You’re not well.”
“I’m fine,” Levi tried getting up but fell in your arms. 
“You’re not going anywhere. You will stay here and wait for me. I’ll patch up the hole.” You took the weapons away from Levi. 
“No Y/N!”
“Are you sure Y/N? It could be dangerous.” Reiner said. 
You rolled your eyes, “Just watch the cussed thing.” You grabbed a walkie-talkie and threw one at Reiner. “Keep me updated please.”
“The same to you.”
You ran to the head of the ship, using your motion detector to make sure the alien wasn’t near you. It was odd how it wasn’t busy like it usually was. Something was wrong. 
‘Is this thing broken?’ You asked yourself as you smacked the machine. “Ok, Reiner, where is the hole?”
“You’re near it. You have to make 3 lefts and it’s by the electric pad made for that area.”
“Alright,” you whispered and all of a sudden a loud bang was heard nearby. You quickly built a molotov and held your flamethrower in front of your chest, pointing it forward. You hated this playing game. If it was going to hunt you down, you were ready to face it. But nonetheless you moved on stealthily. The wooshing of the air leaving and space pulling everything out notified you that the hole was there. “I see the hole!”
Reiner continued talking while your motion detector started to beep rapidly. Your face turned into horror and something pulled you towards them. You screamed loud and could hear Reiner and Levi on the other end. 
“Y/N? Y/N!”
You looked behind and saw it was the alien dragging you towards the hole. You kicked it in the eye and went to get your flamethrower but you realized it had fallen when you were dragged and it was on the floor far away. 
“Come on!” You were in survival mode as you kept kicking with all your might. You got a good blow as you kicked it in the throat. You crawled to the flamethrower and as the alien was about to pounce on you, you produced flames, almost killing it. 
“Yeah, get back!”
It was now trapped. You held the trigger of the flamethrower as long as you could, backing it up more and more to the hole. You were going to kick it out. 
The space was pulling and you had to hold onto a medal bar attached the wall. Because of the strength the bar was slipping and almost detached. The alien tried to hold onto that as well but instead held onto your leg. You pointed the flamethrower at it and it ended up losing fuel. The alien smiled wide and crawled up your leg, now face to face with you. 
“No!” 
The alien tried to stab you with its claws but you punched its hands away, getting bruised. It brought it’s tail up and was about to stab your stomach, when you pulled, with all your strength, the metal bar that was attached to the wall, that you were holding onto. Nothing was holding you back from being sucked out into space. You were willing to risk your life to kill this thing. You lifted the bar high in the air and struck it repeatedly on his face. You both were falling, almost reaching the blackness and stars. When you pulled from your pocket a made molotov and threw it at it. It shrieked and exploded as it got sucked out. 
You were almost getting sucked out when you held onto a corner of the wall and grabbed a piece of metal and shucked it to the hole, covering it. You fell to the floor and went to screw that piece of metal to that hole. You smiled, proud of yourself. You killed the alien and patched up the hole. 
“I did it guys! I’m alright!”
There was no answer from them, just only static. 
Your lips quivered as you didn’t think of nobody else except Levi. 
As you walked upon the control base, it looked like a disaster. All the computers were thrown off and everything was moved, misplaced, and just thrashed every where. What’s worse there was no signs of Reiner or Levi anywhere.
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a/n: no levi!!! hehehe im so bad lol. i feel so bad w levi in the manga as of recently with everything that has happened to him he just has no emotions like even less now and he just doesn’t care. its like everything has been ripped away from him so poor levi, ive rlly given up on every other character as well lol in the manga except levi. i also am not a fan i know shoot me lol of annie and armin idk not rlly into it. 
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Luigi’s Mansion 3 - Tickling Drabbles (Part 5)
Luigi/Chambrea + Goobs: Feather Duster  Just go in, get the suitcase, and out. Simple, right?  Well, of course it is easy- ...for the old professor, that is.  All he had to do was sit back, relax, and watch a certain terrified green plumber do the job for him, who was cautiously making his way through the 5th floor- the RIP Suites, to be exact.  "Luigi, what's taking you so long? Go to my room and get my briefcase!"  The timid ghost hunter did his best to carry out said quest, he really did.  However, having only the description 'The briefcase has to be in one of the rooms. I sadly do not remember the number of my supposed sleeping quarters anymore, but I'm optimistic that you will surely find it.' wasn't making things any less difficult, per se.  In fact, not only having to trial-and-error through various guest rooms but also having to do all of this while the place is being haunted on top of that is a whole other task on its own.  Nonetheless, the reserved plumber, who's method of walking was actually tiptoeing around as quietly as possibly, decided to pick up the pace, finally reaching the last room at the end of the hall.  "This must be my destination, then. Just go in, get the briefcase, then out."  It was a reasonable thought on the behalf of the ghost hunter, right?  Right, follow the plan, and everything should be alrigh- ...humming?  Why in the name of everything holy was there humming?  After all, nobody but Luigi would have had a good motive to be in this exact area at this exact time... Well, that would be true, if it wasn't for one crucial detail that the plumber's brain had so carelessly forgotten.  The maid.  Walking into the entrance of the beautiful and glorious Last Resort, the green plumber recalled catching a glimpse of a staff person cleaning the upper floor with a feather duster.  Seeing the type of clothing she wore, it surely had to be a maid, no doubt.  That very maid in question was now currently carrying out her duty by dusting off the tables, being completely unaware of the other presence that was standing behind her at the moment, frozen in shock.  Okay, she hasn't noticed you, yet.  Perhaps sneaking up to the suitcase and quickly taking off with it will work-  But alas, as quickly as the scared and unconfrontational plumber came up with that idea, as swiftly it was being sent into the void again, considering the fact that the eyes of the staff worker seemed to have caught a certain kind of interest towards the square object.  Picking it up, the ghostly maid appeared to be enticed by the desired briefcase, just like a bird would be when they see something shiny.   This wasn't good at all.  Luigi knew this would turn out to be a huge problem if he didn't take any action now, so he instinctively tried to convey to her that this very suitcase didn't belong to her by repeatedly verbalizing the word 'No!' over and over again and making frantic hand gestures.  However, in the heat of the situation, there was another completely and utterly critical point that the poor boy had oh-so neclegted.  He was a ghost hunter and that person standing- or rather, floating - in front of him was a ghost.  To say that both participants in the room got their fair share of yells of terror out of them was and understatement.  Clutching the object that was the reason for all this commotion in the first place, the maid inched away from the plumber, panic replacing her once calm facial features.  Right as the frightened hero was about to grab at his trusted weapon that was being carried on his back, he was suddenly greeted by stinging pain at the back of his head and the cold, hard floor.  "...Ugh, what the..."  It took some moments for Luigi to regain his conciousness, but when he did, the first thing that came to notice was how he couldn't move his arms anymore and that the familiar pressure on his back had vanished into thin air.  "Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey."  Why was there a voice materializing itself from his right side? Forget that, why is there a blue hue emitting from both of the plumber's sides?  Scratch that, again. Why was the ghost hunter being detained by two ghosts?!  Actually, come to think of it, the loud screams of panic must have alerted some spectras around the area, who were probably just minding their own business.  Just great... "Please, hold him down tight. There is something that I want to do."  Oh how the poor and frightened plumber wished he could just abort the mission and disappear into nothingness, trying his best to tug at the captor's grips, however his efforts turning out to be useless, only receiving sinister chuckles from both of his sides. "Ah, ah, ah~ You're going nowhere."  "Exactly! You will stay here and endure your punishment.~"  Punishment?!  Overhearing that certain term being mentioned caused the dreading and tense feeling in the gut of the petrified ghost hunter to increase, his uneasy heart beating at a rapidly pace all the while his futile attempts at trying to fend of the hands of the mischievous ghostly hands, who were currently busy unbuttoning his overalls and rolling up his shirt to expose his soft and squishy stomach, were being futile.  A sudden grip holding up the squirming boy's chin is what him made him seize his movements instantly, more or less forcing him to stare into the eyes of the owner of said hand.  "My, my, you look like you are about to have a heart attack! Well, that would be a tragedy now, wouldn't it? No visitor of this hotel should endure such fate. Here, i know a way to calm down your nerves a little bit."  Luigi tightly closed his eyes, preparing himself to be met with with everything his mind could come up in the moment - only to be abruptly caught off guard by a featherly sensation brushing up against his exposed belly, causing the plumber to let out a high pitched yelp against his will.  Please, not this again. Not what happened after the bellhop.  The twitching ghost hunter pulled at his restrains the best he could, but to no avail, and immediatly chose to focus his concentration on not letting any laughter escape his lips that was currently bubbling inside of him.  "Aw, come on, dearie. Kepping everything bottled inside of you isn't good for you. I know you want to laugh by that smile of yours~."  She was right. Some small giggles were already fleeing his mouth, but the green plumber was determined to not give the maid the benefit of satisfaction, fighting the persistent urge with all his might, boots weakly pounding against the ground, all the while the feathers from the feather duster were dancing across his stomach.  "You heard the lady. Don't be so stubborn now!~"  "WhahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHA-?!"  Even with all the strength he mustered up, the sudden ghostly tail being drilled into his armpit is what finally caused the poor boy to break, catching him off guard and flying him into a fit of high pitched cackling that couldn't be stopped anymore.  "There we go. Wasn't so hard, now was it?"  "STOHOHOHOHAHAHA-HAHAHAHA-HAHAHAHP!!!"  "Stop now? But we've only just begun, silly!"  A faint blush was sprawled across the plumber's face, the tickling sensation overcoming his body and hands being balled into fists.  The only thing that Luigi could do now was pray and hope that anybody would come and rescue him from the clutches of these playful spectras.  "PLEAHAHAHA-HEHEHE-HAHAHASEHEHE L-LEHEHEHET MEHEHEHE HAHAHAHA G-GOHOHOHAHAHAHA!!!!"  "Oh no, dearie, I don't think you understand. We have to get all the stress that is residing within you out of you. This is a hotel, after all."  "NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-!!!" "Look at how red he has gotten!"  "Yeah, just like a tomato, A squirmy tomato, that is~."  "EHEHEHEHEHEHEHE-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" For some reason, the teasy hint in their voices being hissed into his ears made Luigi burst out more into high pitched laughter followed by the occasional snort and wheeze, tears having formed in his eyes and rolling down his red tinted face. "S-S-STAHAHAHAHAHA-HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-!!!!"  "No way in heaven we would do that! After all, a cute guest like you should only receive the best of customer service~."  "WHAHAHAHAHA-HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA?!!!"  To make matters worse, the word 'cute' being dropped so casually but also teasingly is what really got to the embarrased plumber, making him go into hysterics, his whole body twitching and trembling.  How his vessel of his didn't turn into a mushy puddle somehow right on the spot is beyond the ghost hunter's understanding. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH-HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE N-NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAH!!!!"  "Do you think we should stop?"  "Nah, to me it looks like he's enjoying himself too much right now. It would be kind of rude of us to come to a halt right now out of the blue, now wouldn't it?~"  "Eh, now that I think about it... you're right.~" After a while, the task of getting out any coherent sentences was getting increasingly difficult, the constant feathers dragging up and down his stomach and tail wriggling in his armpit making this rather quite impossible to do so.  To add onto it, the ghost on the left side, who had been absentmindedly observing everything unfolding right in front of them, finally decided to join in on the fun by spidering and scratching their fingers along Luigi's quivering side and ribs.  "P-PLEHEHEHEHEHEHE-HAHAHAHAHAHA-HAHAHAHASEHEHEHEH NOHOHOHOHOHOHOT T-THIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHAHAHAHAHA-!!!!"  "I'm sorry, but I didn't catch that. Could you please repeat that again~?"  "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA-!!!!" The overflow of oxygen that the ghost hunter was forced to take was starting to make his head feel more lightheaded with each passing second, reducing his ongoing trashing and writhing of his body to weak struggling and flailing.  "AHAHAHAHAHAHA W-W-WHAHAHAhahahahahahahahihihihihihhihihihihihihihihihihihihit-"  The last thing the blushy mess of a plumber could recall before he passed out was his cloudy vision being blurred by the tears in his eyes and him dropping down to his knees... --------  "...uig..."  "...uigi..."  "Luigi!"  Hearing the voice of the scientist, Luigi immediatly jolted up from his lying position, his palms meeting a soft surface.  He was currently lying in a guest bed, a blanket being neatly tucked over him.  Putting his confused thoughts aside for a moment, the drowsy ghost hunter went on to shakingly grab his VB, still being worn out from the incident that has occured beforehand.  "Luigi, my boy, you're finally up! I thought the ghosts have somehow managed to transport your soul into another realm by the looks of it!"  "No, don't-a-worry. I'm still here and-a-alive."  "Good, you better should be. After all, if you were gone, who would return my precious briefcase then?"  Ah, wait! That darn briefcase!  "Yeah, yeah. Just gimme-a-few seconds, so I can-a-recompose myself again."  Turning off the device in his hands, Luigi rubbed his eyes and gave out a sigh.  Just get in, get the briefcase, then out... and hopefully not be demolished by a bunch of spectras along the way.  Well, at least they were kind enough to give the green plumber a comfortable resting placing instead of letting him lie on the hard floor. 
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A bit about Me
Ly life was full of good times, great times and absolutely terrible times. I was the middle child, and the one who did the most around the home out of me and my siblings. I fought so hard to win the approval of my mom most of my life until mid 20′s. I felt that my mom hated me because she was so hard on my and not my siblings. I was sexually used, by a family member, and he was never held accountable to what he did to me as a child when he was caught by another family member.i had the unfortunate two times of being forced to have sex when I was just 12 years of age by two different friends.  Than by mid teens I meet the one I wanted to marry. We dated for a couple of years before we got married and than had children of my own. Life was great the first couple of years of marriage until he decided to treat me like the dirt under his feet. I was nothing, I was mostly mom and dad to the kids. He had anxiety issues and had pushed me away for years. He wouldn’t touch me or get close to me, would not hug me. He left me to do everything. He wouldn’t even come camping with a few family friends. Made me take care of my children and every that camping was involved for a long weekend because he had an anxiety attach when driving up with another friends husband. Life kep going like this until about 12 years in I finally kicked him out.it was still a few years later when I finally had a back bone.
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concert
PAIRING: Wonsik/OC RATING: Explicit WARNINGS: Just sex :))) WORDCOUNT: 2522
Notes: I don’t know WHY i keep asking yall for drabble ideas when i can never write anything shorter than 1k. Even i tried to make this like, fast!! and short!! but i couldn’t... I liked the idea. So someone requested sex after Wonsik’s concert so. Here it is!! Enjoy!
Being Wonsik’s girlfriend had a lot of perks, one of them being the amount of his concerts she could attend. She didn’t actually went to every gig he had, but she could watch him perform at his solo concerts more often than anyone.
He invited her to his last concert and she went, obviously, more than happy to be there and see him. It was amusing that she knew him outside of his celebrity persona, and he was nothing like what his showed on stage; he was generally shy, affectionate, humble and sweet. So when she watched him perform, wearing expensive clothes and rapping and dancing hard, she really wondered if it was Wonsik who was actually there on stage.
He was obviously handsome, that much she knew, but when he had a completely different effect on her when he took off his shirt in front of so many people who screamed his name, at awe with his presence, and then poured water on himself. Almost like he was giving a strip show. And it sounded funny in her head when she thought about it but she was also very aware of how provocative he was, all her blood in her body running to her face and making her blush. She tried to keep herself calm, knowing his manager and stylists were still around, also watching the concert with her.
“Did you like the concert, babe?” Wonsik asked once he came back from stage, wrapping one arm around her shoulder and pecking her on the lips.
“Of course, I loved it,” She replied, wrapping her arms around his waist. His shirt was wet but she didn’t care, instead she was reminded of how sexy he really was.
He kissed her again, this time a few more seconds longer. She wanted more but right then, it wasn’t the time or place.
After they had dinner along with the staff and dancers and everyone else, they finally went back to the hotel. She knew Wonsik was going straight for the shower as soon as he got inside, so she grabbed his hand right after she closed the door, pulling him towards her. He seemed surprised at first but wrapped his arms around her shoulders.
“Hello you,” He pressed his lips against hers, soft and sweet, and she felt like melting, running her hands up his back, holding him close.
“Go shower so we can cuddle,” She whispered against his lips, gently pushing him away.
“Cuddle, huh?” He smiled, teasing.
She pushed him away, and he laughed, walking towards the bathroom.
It was crazy how much she adored him, they’ve been dating for the longest time but she still blushed and felt something like butterflies in her stomach whenever she was around him. She changed into her nighties while she waited before taking off her makeup and brushing her hair. She was going through her messages on her phone when she felt a pair of hands sneaking around her waist.
“I see you still take those three seconds showers.”
“At least I don’t moisturize, shave and try to save the world while I’m in there.”
She turned her head to glare at him, but didn’t get a chance when he pressed his lips against hers.
“You’re lucky I wanna kiss you more than I wanna argue,” She said between kisses, throwing her phone on the bed and turning around to put her arms around his waist.
He smiled, running his fingers through her hair. She settled in bed, with Wonsik lying down by her side, snuggling in closer when he put his arm over her shoulder.
“I really liked the concert,” She commented, nuzzling his neck, “You dance so well, you should put more choreos in all your songs.”
“That’s a little hard to do when you’re rapping, but I’ll take the suggestion,” Wonsik chuckled, petting her head.
“That makes sense,” She blushed, feeling a little dumb, but knowing Wonsik didn’t think that. “You look great doing anything up there anyway.”
“Thank you,” Wonsik kissed the top of her head and pulled her closer.
“Do you actually take off your shirt in all your concerts? I think everyone already knows what you look like underneath,” She tugged at his shirt.
“Are you jealous?”
“Not really, I’m still the only one who gets to touch you… Right?”
“Yes, babe,” He looked completely smug, but she didn’t get to say anything when he brought her face closer to his and kissed her.
She really wasn’t that insecure, but when Wonsik was so attractive she couldn't help but worry at times. Of course, the fact that he was there, with his arms around her and his lips pressed against hers made her feel a lot safer.
It really felt like there wasn’t enough air in the room when Wonsik kissed her, yet at the same time she could spend the rest of her life kissing him. She cupped his face, gliding her lips over his before he slid his tongue to lick at her mouth. His hand on her shoulder got tighter, like he wanted her closer, and she sighed, feeling like she also wanted to melt right into him.
Wonsik slid his hand into her hair, running his fingers through it before tugging at it. The moan that left her lips was loud and needy, and she felt his smirk against her lips. She didn’t want to admit it was hot, but it was. Tugging at his shirt again, she pulled away, sitting up to take off the piece of clothing.
“You wanted to cuddle, huh?” The question was sarcastic and the look on his face so complacent, he looked even more luscious without a shirt on.
“You know well what I meant,” She straddled his waist, ignoring him when he started laughing.
She put her hands on his chest, tracing her fingers over the tattoo on his collarbone before trailing down. His skin was glowing and smooth; she loved touching him so much, she did it every time she got the chance.
“Your fans may get to see you shirtless, but I’m the only one who can touch you,” She softly caressed down his stomach while subtly moving her hips against his groin.
“Yes, baby,” Wonsik put his hands on her thighs, sliding upwards towards her hips, “I’m all yours.”
“Good,” She blushed a little, but continued stroking down his chest and stomach, scraping her nails over his skin.
Wonsik keps trailing his hands under her nighties, gently pulling at it to take it off. She pulled up her arms to help him get it up and off (she wondered why she even bothered putting it on in the first place), leaving her in just her panties. She squeaked when he suddenly sat up as well, making her lose balance and almost fall off.
She didn’t get a chance to complain before he was kissing her, sweet and hot at the same time. Wrapping his arms around her waist, Wonsik pulled her closer, pressing their bodies together, and she moaned into his mouth, feeling his hot skin against her, so needy to have him just like that. He bit her lower lip softly, making her whimper, running her fingers through his hair to tug at it.
She was seriously turned on since a few hours ago when she got to watch him perform, but everything was so urgent for Wonsik as well, the way his hands roamed her body and squeezing her flesh made it obvious that he was just as desperate as she was. And the way he was devouring her lips, as if his life depended on it.
When Wonsik grabbed her butt and smacked it, she couldn’t help how loud her gasp was. He seemed pleased with her reaction, by the way he was smiling against her lips, and spanked her again, this time more gentle. She responded by moving her hips, hard and with purpose against his crotch. The groan that slipped from his lips was delicious, and his grip on her behind tightened, guiding her moves.
“Take off your underwear,” She pulled away just a little, ready to get off his lap to take off the rest of his clothes.
“Not yet,” His grip on her hips got tighter, keeping her in place.
She shivered when he slipped a hand down her panties in a second, pressing his palm against her clit.
“Oh fuck.”
Wonsik chuckled while dragging lips along her jaw and down her neck, nibbling and kissing her skin, moving his hand slowly against her. She gripped his arms, trying to get a hold on something; Wonsik’s hand felt so good, it was crazy. She moved her hips, trying to feel more of that lovely friction. But he was teasing her, like he always did, and when she kept moving her hips, he left his hand still.
“Oh come on, are you really gonna do this now?” She sounded so needy, she knew it, but she was more horny than embarrassed and just wanted to get on with it.
“Do what exactly?” He pecked her lips rather innocently, but pressed his fingers on her clit.
“Fuck you,” She whispered, burying her face on his neck when he started drawing circles.
“Please do,” Wonsik softly nipped at her skin under her ear.
He pushed two fingers in immediately, not giving her time to reply. She moaned loudly when he curled them in, and she clinged to him, feeling like she could collapse if she didn’t hold onto something.
Wonsik really hadn’t been touching her for too long, but she could feel that heat in the pit of her stomach, slowly growing hotter, and with each move of his fingers, she clenched around him. She heard Wonsik moaned against her neck when she did, picking up the pace a little and pumping his fingers inside her harder.
“Please, Wonsik, I want you,” One of her hands went back to his head to tug at his hair, this time rougher.
He didn’t argue this time, running his hand over her entrance a couple of times before pulling away. She took off her panties at the same time he got rid of his own underwear before reaching out for the condom by the night stand. She went back to straddling his lap, Wonsik smiling at her sweetly and putting his hands on her hips once more.
Rolling on the condom, Wonsik guided her so she positioned herself just right above him, with one of his hand curling tight on her hip to keep her there as he slid the tip of his cock over her clit. She shivered, and she heard him curse under his breath at the same moment. She seriously hoped he didn’t plan on teasing her again; it’s been a couple of hours since the concert and she had been horny since then, she wasn’t in the mood for any more teasing.
Luckily that wasn’t the case, and Wonsik pushed in right after, making her whole body shudder. She supported herself with her hands on his shoulders, her head falling back when he bottomed out. The stretch was delicious, her head going fuzzy already. Every time was so different but the feeling was still so delightful, it’s like she could never get enough of him, even when she had him so close.
Wonsik peppered her chest with kisses, his hands gripping her hips hard, just when she started moving. The groan that slipped his lips when she moved her hips was like music to her ears, but she was far too impatient to keep on tempting him like that. She rose her hips, almost pulling out completely, before she sank down again.
“Fuck!” Wonsik cursed before kissing her lips hard, swallowing down all her moans, as she started to grind down her hips into him, creating a steady rhythm.
She tried to kiss him back just as enthusiastically as he was, but his dick felt so good, it filled her in so well, she couldn’t really focus on anything but the pleasure and the knot in her tummy, growing bigger with each move of her hips. She let her mouth go slack, Wonsik biting and sucking at her bottom lip once more.
He started thrusting up, meeting her hips, and she was glad Wonsik’s hands were on her waist, holding her in place, because she felt electricity spreading through her whole body with each move, and she could have collapsed right there. He trailed his lips down her neck and chest once more, finding her nipple to kiss it, and she moaned,  hands going to his head to tug at his hair.
The current pace wasn’t enough, she wanted so much more of him, and she started dropping down rapidly. He growled, fingers digging into the flesh of her hips, guiding her own moves.
“So eager,” His voice was hoarse and breathy, and he was looking at her through hooded eyes, “I should invite you to my concerts more often.”
“If you’re gonna keep taking off your shirt.”
Wonsik let out a breathy laugh before kissing her on the lips again, putting a hand on her neck to keep her in place. She whimpered into his mouth when he thrust up into her hard, touching her most sensitive spot inside her.
She lost her balance with his next move, and she gripped his shoulders again, but Wonsik was there, his hands on her waist again, and he flopped back against the mattress, almost making their forehead bump together. He kept on kissing her and she tried to keep up, but his cock pushed into her again, making her moan and lose focus.
Pulling away, she supported herself with her hands on his chest, trying to somehow going back to riding him, faster and harder. She was so desperate to come, feeling like her orgasm was right around the corner. She rolled her hips, buckling down on his cock rapidly. Wonsik’s growl was insanely hot, and by the way he was pushing his hips up to meet hers made her realize he was also close to coming as well.
She didn’t notice his hand sneaking between their bodies until she felt his thumb pressing against her clit. She whimpered weakly, her legs quivering when he started rubbing circles with his finger. She shut her eyes tight, knowing she wouldn’t last that much longer, especially with the way Wonsik kept pumping into her core.
“Come on, princess, I want you to come around me,” She knew his gaze was fixated on her face, even with her eyes closed, and she didn’t need much more encouragement than that.
Pleasure roared through her body, making her shudder, muscles in her belly tensing with her orgasm. She clenched around him as she came, and by the grunts that slipped from his lips, she knew she was only a few thrusts away from reaching his climax as well.
His cock pulsed deep inside her when he came, his fingers digging into her flesh so hard she knew she’d have marks by tomorrow. He pushed into her a couple of times, riding out his orgasm, making her shiver with aftershocks, before he pulled her all the way down, holding her down against his body in a sweet embrace.
Wonsik held onto her tight, planting smalls kisses on her shoulder once they both caught their breaths.
“So are you coming to my next concert, whenever that is?” He asked, obviously teasing her.
She giggled, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
“I always go to your concerts, and now you know why.”
“To see me naked?”
“Among other reasons.”
Wonsik chuckled, going back to kissing her shoulder and neck.
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