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Bravo! Take a Bow pt 2 (SERIES) Dieter
Summary: As you're brought back for a Chemistry Read with Dieter Bravo things don't turn out exactly as anticipated.
rating: 18+ (for future smut chapters)
words: 6.9k
Warnings: Cigarettes
part 1
Parking in Burbank is expensive. The kind of expensive that has you wishing you'd taken the bus despite the commute from your apartment. When you finally find the hotel your heart lurches in your chest. You're actually here, it's actually happening. You slip your credit card into the machine, wincing as you see the total.
Oh well. If you land this role maybe you can afford to get valet the next time you go out to eat. You smile at that though, placing the ticket on your dashboard and gripping the pages from your seat in your hand.
It’s fun playing in this fantasy. Living in your mind a world where you land this role, where it catapults you into superstardom. You can imagine the interviews, the red carpet, the fame and fortune.
All you have to do is get this part.
“Your zipper is down.”
You glance at your phone to see you’re still too early. A whole half an hour.
You told you brother and a few girls at the restaurant about this chemistry read and their supportive messages come through to your phone.
You got this gurl I better see you on the big screen 🔥🔥🔥 - Daisy, fellow server and hopeful crooner.
Fucking slay this audition or I'm never covering another shift for you!!!! -Tiffany, your favorite fellow server who spends hours in her crowded apartment making dancing tiktoks.
I believe in you honey. I can't wait for you to tell me all about it tomorrow. - Charlotte, who probably needed one of the kitchen staff to help her send a text. Bless her.
You got this! Crossing our fingers and toes over here! - that's from your brother.
I know u got this & I'll make pasta for dinner to celebrate! 💋💋💋 - Carlee's message is typically her, sweet and supportive. She was of course the first person you told when you got the call.
You spot a smoothie bar across the street and jog over, waving at the cars that let you pass. You feel so excited, so nervous, so… electric as you walk over. You’re convinced everyone must see it in your face, they must feel it in the energy you’re giving off because everyone you pass is smiling at you. Everyone that you pass seems kind and joy –
You glance at the old woman to your left pointing at your jeans. With red cheeks you glance down to see she’s correct. Your pink polka dot panties peek out and you quickly zip your jeans up, turning from the smoothie bar to walk in the opposite direction.
Fuck.
///
Turns out the gas station near the hotel has coffee and that suits you just fine. You take a seat outside on the curb, sipping and you look at the pages you were sent this week. These are the ones you and Carlee spent hours going over and over and over again until you were both exhausted and giggly.
There are a litany of notes in the margins, reminders of character motivations and prompts, observations you made about the scene. You want this part of Cecilia so badly and you are prepared to do all you can to land it.
They must have seen it in your audition – the desire, the character flowing through you. You must have communicated that with your craft and that feels so uplifting, so gratifying. To be recognized for your talent in something you hold so near and dear to your heart. You take a break from the pages you've prepared, not wanting to overdo it and you bask in the warmth of the day.
You think that this moment is when things are going to change for you and you want to document the moment. You pull up Instagram on your phone and hold the coffee cup in front of your face, smiling brightly before snapping the selfie. When you’re satisfied with it after a few filtered adjustments you caption it: “Acting fuel #actorlife #lalaland”
If anyone searches your Instagram they would think your life is nothing but sunshine, auditions and fun nights out. They don't see the long hours at the restaurant, of coming home smelling of garlic. They don't see the frustrated tears when you don't land a role. They don't see the shame when your family asks you to come visit and you can't afford the flight.
Instead you scroll back to one of your earliest posts from when you first got here to L.A. It's a selfie of you in the Sudsy bubble costume, smile bright as you stand on the fake kitchen set.
It's funny because you're always tempted to take it down, to forget that embarrassment. But there's something in your face in that photo that stops you every time. You'd been just so excited to land a role, to actually get paid for something you're passionate about. It comes through in every inch of the photo.
This buoys you; it makes you forget the zipper as you walk into the hotel. You’re hair was done by Carlee and hangs in sleek waves over your shoulders, your makeup is subtle, your jeans and t-shirt are perfect for the character – she’s a simple, small-town woman. You want the casting directors to believe you are Cecelia Jackson in the flesh.
This is it. This is the moment everything changes for you. You can feel it in your bones. And this thrills you despite the fact that your potential future costar is Dieter Bravo. You frown a bit at the thought of running into him again.
You go to the front desk to check in and are greeted warmly by a man in an expensive looking suit. He asks you to follow him and you both take the elevator to one of the upper level meeting rooms. The place is huge, normally held for things like business meetings but right now is set up with a couch, some chairs under the window. The rest of the place is haphazard, things being moved, tape being put in colorful X’s on the floor to mark where you should stand. A large camera is there, being operated by an older man with a backwards cap.
You wait to be announced, to be guided, but the man from the hotel simply points you in the direction and then is gone, leaving you standing on the fringe of the scene feeling awkward. Your mouth goes dry and you wish you hadn’t bothered with the coffee.
You move further into the large room, trying not to be intimidated by the cameras and the bustling crowd of busy-looking people while others stand looking bored at their phones. That's the thing about the film world, the hurry up and wait of it all.
You see several chairs set up at the side of the room, one of which has an ornate striped purple jacket draped over it. You’d bet your next paycheck that it belongs to Dieter. No one else would wear it, that’s for sure.
"Hey Sudsy."
You wince, trying not to show your displeasure and you feel your cheeks get hot as you turn to look behind you to see Dieter grinning at you, wearing oversized sunglasses. Does he know he’s inside? His hair is especially wild around his face and today he wears a simple silver hoop in his left ear. But that's all that's simple about him. He's wearing striped pants under a green sweater that almost reaches his knees and on his feet? Black Crocs. Did he get dressed in the dark?
"Hi."
"You ready for this read?" He lowers his sunglasses to the end of his nose. "Come prepared?"
"Yep."
You keep your answers brief and monosyllabic. You also try not to look at his face. You know those big, doe-eyes of his will hold either amusement or pity, neither of which you want. You wonder how to thank him for the money he left as your tip. Is it gauche to mention it? Is it pathetic? He glances down at your pages, his eyes growing owlish in his face.
“Is that your writing in the margins?”
“Yeah,” you say, folding the pages up, feeling shy under the scrutiny. “Just some notes.”
Dieter gets a strange look on his face and he nods, looking at his own blank spaces on the script. You note it looks like it was just freshly printed off and you wonder if he’s even bothered looking at his part. You spent days memorizing every line, every breath and you think it would be just your luck to work opposite a man who hasn’t even bothered glancing at it until now.
"You didn't wear the bow," Dieter observes, breaking into your anxious thoughts.
You raise your eyes to his at that and see the amusement so clearly showcased there. You feel a flush of humiliation go through you. You see how it is now. He's just going to play with you, like a bored child needing entertainment.
"Nope. Didn't want to risk it in case you brought more judgmental models with you."
Dieter looks surprised by your response but then his eyes fly to something behind you. You glance over to see the craft services table being set up, an array of water bottles and snacks being laid out.
"Oh fuck yeah," Dieter says before heading over to the table. You watch as he immediately plucks several cubes of cheese from the tray, saying something to the man setting the spread up and making him laugh. You watch Dieter swipe a cookie, chewing obnoxiously as you cringe watching him.
You hear your name being called and a woman named Jan approaches introducing herself as the head casting director.
“So glad you could join us today. We’re just getting the lighting set up and then you and Dee will be good to go, yeah?”
“Uh, sure, should we do a run-through?”
“Nah, this is more casual,” Jan assures you. “We just wanna see how you work off one another. See how it feels. You off-script?”
“Mhmm.”
“Great. I’ll call you both in a sec.”
You smile, but it’s tight. You glance over at your hopeful future co-star and hold in a groan. He’s shoving more cheese into his mouth, laughing at something on his phone.
This is supposed to be Levi Jackson? The man that Cecelia loved for all those years? The man she felt confident to place all her hopes and dreams in? You decide Dieter can play the disappointing older version of Levi, that’s for sure. The washed up architect that hasn’t touched her in months. The man she’s grown to hate.
Dieter saunters over to you, his eyes scanning the page as he murmurs to himself. He stops right next to you, glancing at your page. His sunglasses are hanging over his collar, the arm of one snug against his sternum.
“Can I see your notes?”
You have no reason not to show him. It’s not like you’re competing for the same role. You nod, handing him your script. He’s reading something written in the margins, his eyes squinting. You wonder if he needs glasses but doesn’t wear them for vanity’s sake.
“You really think she hates him?”
You glance over to see the part Dieter is referencing, his long finger pointed to one of your hastily printed notes. The ones that say ‘unfiltered hatred’.
“I dunno, seems she’d be a bit more chill about it,” Dieter shrugs. “Yeah she’s pissed, but, she loves this guy, right?”
“Yeah that’s why she’s so upset,” you explain diplomatically. “She loved him for so long and he’s become such a huge disappointment.”
“But if she loves him so much then why is she so mean to him?” Dieter reasons, almost childlike. “How can you hate and love someone at the same time? They’re polar opposites.”
“You can love someone and hate them all at once, trust me,” you scoff, taking your pages back. “Haven’t you ever been in love?”
Dieter blinks, the amusement fleeing his face for a fraction of a moment before its being replaced by bravado.
“I’m rarely lonely,” he smiles.
You hold in an eye roll and go to tell him that it’s not the same, that love isn’t the same as lust. But you’re both being called over to Jan, ordered kindly to sit on the sofa together. You do so, both on either side of the sofa as Jan demanded.
Dieter still has cookie crumbs on his shirt that he wipes absently at, glancing once more at the script, mumbling to himself and tossing the pages back onto his chair. You watch him begin to do mouth exercises, stretching his tongue out back and again saying turns of phrases to loosen up his muscles.
“Okay, so this scene is Cecelia and Levi just coming back from a really bad dinner with friends,” Jan says setting the scene for you. “Cecelia is embarrassed because Levi just lost another contract. Things are tense. Go when you’re ready.”
You take a deep breath, eyes shuttering for a moment as you slip into the skin of this character, as you take on her burdens and let go of your own.
It's easy to find the anger for the man sitting across from you. It's resting there, dormant since Dieter came into your restaurant. Despite the generous tip me left, you could easily recall the way he laughed behind his hand, the way he made you run back and forth like a lapdog.
You think of how he didn't greet you like an equal today. He called you Sudsy, wanted to remind you that you are less. Mentioned the hair bow to throw you off your game. Challenged your notes when he was the one that wanted to see them.
And when you open your eyes you’re not you. You’re Cecelia Jackson, a woman pushed to her limits by a man she thought she knew. Dieter is staring at you, watching this process and you realize it’s because you have the first line.
“Tonight was humiliating,” you deliver loudly, your voice slicing through the air.
“It wasn’t that bad,” Dieter replies, his eyes soft.
“Not for you,” you scoff, eyes narrowed. “I’m going to bed.”
You move to get up, but Dieter reaches for you, just as it says in the script. His hand wraps around your wrist and he stops you from leaving. You give a sigh, sinking back into the sofa with hatred in your eyes.
"Cece. I just wanna talk."
Cecelia and Levi. Lovers of five years, their relationship frayed by the casual betrayals of one another. A toxic relationship at best.
“There’s nothing to talk about, Levi.”
Dieter moves closer to you on the sofa and you eye him warily. His dark eyes drop to your mouth and then move to your eyes.
“Baby.”
You think of Cecelia, a strong woman pushed to her breaking point. You think how she wouldn't want to talk to Levi, wouldn’t want to hear his pathetic ‘baby’ croon. She'd want to slap him.
"Get off of me," you say, eyes bright with anger. You jerk your hand from his harshly. Dieter looks shocked by this aggressive choice, mouth parting before he remembers himself.
"Why are you being like th-"
"Because I don't want you anywhere near me tonight," you hiss, body tensed. "I don't even want to be in the same house as you. I want you gone."
"I built this house brick by brick," Dieter sneers. "What makes you think you have any claim to i-"
"Because for the last five years I've had to put up with you!" You scowl. "I'm owed something for that."
Dieter takes a deep breath and you anticipate his next words. But then he's putting back, breaking character and looking over at Jan.
"She's stepping all over my lines," Dieter sulks, mouth downturned.
"You wanted her here Dee," Jan says before she moves over to talk to the man behind the camera. You feel your eyes blow wide as Dieter frowns; reaching behind him to grab his pages and look over the lines again.
No.
You realize now what this is. It's a favor. Something Dieter did because he feels sorry about how you were treated during the dinner. His way of absolving his guilt because the money wasn’t enough. Immediately you feel sick to your stomach.
"Fuck," you whisper, anger and humiliation overtaking you.
"Just let the lines breathe," Dieter says moving his hands airily and sounding like every other pretentious actor you've met. "You keep coming in ea-"
"Not the fucking lines," you hiss lowly, not wanting anyone to hear. You glance over to see Jan and the group still talking. Dieter is looking at you with knitted brows, his face a picture of confusion. He leans forward on the sofa, voice dropping low to match yours.
"Then what?"'
"I'm not here because they liked my audition. I'm here because they did you a favor."
"So?" Dieter shrugs. He doesn't even bother denying it which somehow makes it worse.
"What's the point? They won't actually consider me."
"Why? I saw your audition. You were really fucking good."
"They're only seeing me because the infamous and connected Dieter Bravo called the right people and pulled the right strings. This whole thing is a farce."
You cross your arms over your chest, heart picking up speed. You're trying so hard not to feel devastated in front of this man you don't even know.
"You seem too smart to be this naive," Dieter scoffs. "Half this industry is built on who knows who. So either use it to your advantage and kill the read or keep working part time at that restaurant. Choice is yours, Sudsy."
With that he moves back, the scent of peppermint and old coffee wafting over you in his wake. You know he said a lot, but all your narcissistic brain can focus on is: I saw your audition. You were really fucking good.
"Let's take that one again," Jan says as they set up the camera to its first position.
You nod, inhaling deeply as your eyes go to the sofa. Fuck this is so awkward and awful and-
“Can I make a suggestion?” Dieter asks voice soft again. You glance up, nodding. You have nothing to lose at this point.
“Remember why Cecelia loved Levi in the first place. Remember that feeling as you’re getting mad. Then let it explode. Don’t start from anger too fast. Get there and then let Levi have it.”
There’s wisdom in that suggestion, you think. Even if it’s coming from a man who’s most recent claim to fame was a movie about poorly CGI’d animals attacking a group of scientists. You lick your lips nervously before nodding.
Jan calls out from behind the camera. “And Dee when you’re giving the baby line let us believe it, yeah? Right now it’s playing a little flat.”
Dieter nods, taking the note with a bit of a curl in his lip. You hide your amusement. For a man that likes giving acting advice, he sure doesn’t like hearing it.
“Action!”
“Tonight was humiliating,” you say in a soft voice, your eyes sorrowful.
“It wasn’t that bad,” Dieter replies, leaning back on the sofa and watching you. He’s more relaxed his body boneless against the sofa. He’s Levi, king of his own castle, not seeing that his wife is quickly unraveling.
“Not for you,” you say, holding back tears. You take a minute to let the scene play out in your mind, going to an empty bed, joined later by a man who hasn’t shown he still desires you. “I’m going to sleep.”
Dieter reaches across the sofa as you begin to stand, his warm fingers wrapping around your wrist. He pulls gently, not wanting you to leave. You feel your affection for Levi flood your senses and against your better judgment you stay, slowly moving back against the cushion.
"Cece. I just wanna talk.”
“There’s nothing to talk about, Levi.”
Dieter looks at you with those large, emotional eyes of his and you feel yourself get sucked into them. You don’t even notice when he slides towards you on the sofa. But suddenly he’s close, so close. He brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, eyes moving to your mouth and back to your eyes.
“Baby.”
It’s raspy and needful and you don’t love that your heart hiccups when Dieter says it. You blink, not allowing yourself to get pulled out of the scene.
"Get off of me," you say tiredly. You’re exhausted after a long night and just want to go to sleep. You go to tug your hand from Dieter but he holds tight to it, his face contorted into a painful pleading look.
"Why are you being like this?"
"Because I don't want you anywhere near me tonight," say, still trying to tug your wrist back. He’s so close and he’s got such a grip that it makes you feel trapped. You hate it and the agitation shows on your face. "I don't even want to be in the same house as you. I want you gone."
"I built this house brick by brick," Dieter sneers, pulling you by the wrist towards him. "What makes you think you have any claim to it?"
"Because for the last five years I've had to put up with you!" You cry out. "I'm owed something for that."
“You think because I put a ring on your finger that gives you permission to take everything from me?” Dieter insists with his mouth curved into a hideous grimace. You note as he begins to move forward, trying to intimidate you. “You think I’ll let you walk out of my life with everything I’ve built?”
“That we’ve built you mean,” you say, the anger starting to curl around your words as you bring yourself to a kneeling position on the sofa finally wrenching your wrist from his now loosened grip.
“If it weren’t for me supporting you through school, Levi, we wouldn’t even have this house.”
“That’s bullshit,” Dieter says, arms tight across his chest.
“Ask anyone,” you insist, voice thick with emotion. “Hell, ask anyone from dinner tonight. They’ll tell you. They all know.”
“Dinner tonight just showed me how much you’ve changed,” Dieter says disgustedly. “I don’t even recognize you anymore.”
“You drank so much I’m shocked you remember any it.”
“I remember plenty,” Dieter says, face thunderous and now his tone has a biting edge to it, his eyes narrowed. He twists so that he’s fully facing you, one hand on the back of the sofa. “Surprised you didn’t blow the server when he brought the drinks. He’s just your type right?”
You lose yourself in the character; Cecelia’s anger is your anger. The man sitting across from you is not Dieter Bravo, he's Levi Jackson. The man that you love as much as hate. The man who is bringing up an ugly part of your past to make you cower to him.
You can't help it, your hand acts independently of you and you bring it back, throwing it through the air and slapping Dieter harshly across the face. His face snaps to the right, and you can see the slight pink color rushing to his cheek.
The smack echoes in the quiet room.
“Cut.”
Your hand remains raised in the air, stuck as if you’ve been frozen to the spot. Your mouth is agape and your eyes are circles in your face.
You're done. Your career is over.
You've just slapped one of the most famous actors in Hollywood.
Goodbye Oscars. Goodbye fame and fortune. Goodbye life you thought you’d be living.
You watch as Dieter's large, ring-covered hand goes to cup his reddened cheek and he turns back to face you. You're shocked when you see him grinning widely at you, eyes bright.
"Atta girl."
Something like dizzying relief hits you when you see the smile and hear his words. You let out a wild breath of laughter, your hand lowering. The rest of the room is buzzing again, the silence replaced by urgent murmurs and the makeup lady coming over to put something on the red in Dieter’s face. He’s still smiling at you, eyes crinkling in the corners.
“I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Dieter grins. “That was really good.”
“Did I hurt you?”
“With that slap? Nah. Gotta do it harder if you really wanna leave a mark.”
You can’t help but smile at that. You’re about to say more when you hear Jan call your name. She comes striding over, looking impressed and you rise up off the sofa, your smile plastered on for her.
"Alright thanks so much for coming in," she says shaking your hand. "Did you drive here? We can validate your parking."
You nod, still dazed from what just happened as you hand the stub to the young man flagging you down at the side if the room. You go to thank the woman for the opportunity but she's already turned to Dieter, you’re already forgotten.
"Okay we have a few more women coming in to test against you,” Jan is telling him. “Try to maintain that same level of passion."
Dieter nods, but you see him glancing at you out the corner of his eyes.
"And if you can, try to enunciate a bit better," she includes, looking at her notes.
You don't hear any more of her critiques because you’re being ushered outside the doors towards the elevator. You glance back, wanting to remember this moment. If nothing else it has been an exhilarating time. You catch Dieter’s eyes on your just as someone from inside closes the doors.
///
A week later Gwen gives you a brief smile when you arrive at her office on Sunset. Your stomach is in knots as you climb into the chair across from her looming desk.
Gwen holds no sentimentality, and there are no photos that line her desk, no charming nature photos or inspirational quotes, nothing to put you at ease. Just brick facade overlooking the busy street outside.
"So," Gwen says pulling a folder in front of her and you see your name there in bold felt. "Is it true you slapped Dieter Bravo?"
Fuck. You're getting let go. This is it. You're gonna have to fight tooth and nail to get another agent. Fuck. Fuck.
"Y-yeah," you say, trying to remain as dignified as possible. If you’re going to be let go, you're not going to do it sniveling."I got caught up in the scene. I'm sorry."
"Why are you apologizing?" Gwen smirks, flipping open your folder. "They loved it."
"Wait, really?"
“Yeah, they want you back for a second reading.”
No one is more surprised than you when Gwen details that you’ve been called back for a second chemistry read that Friday.
When you walk back into the same hotel in Burbank you do so with a newfound confidence.
The first audition you could hand to Dieter. Without him, you never would have got through those doors. But now that they’ve seen what you can do they’ve called you back. This means something.
Right?
You walk into the same room only there are far less people today. Just Jan and the camera person. Oh, and Dieter of course with a tall serious looking woman that’s shaking her head at him.
You glance at the page with the scant amount of lines they supplied you with, going over your notes. You stand there reading for a few moments, unaware of the figure approaching you.
“Hey Sudsy.”
Dieter greets you with a smile around a coffee cup. He’s wearing green leggings at least four sizes too big and a long black t-shirt underneath a huge black puffer vest. Despite how ludicrous he looks you know for a fact that everything he’s wearing is designer and worth more than your rent. His sunglasses are there, as they always are.
“Hello.”
“I didn’t make any calls this time,” he assures you, an amused twist to his mouth. “This is all you.”
You give a small smile up at him, nodding. You can’t help but appreciate the fact that he’d emphasize he’d had no part in it. A dark part of you had been wondering if this was just a further favor.
There’s no time for more catching up because Jan is calling you both over, indicating to the small makeshift kitchen they’re utilizing. There’s green X’s on the floor and you make note of them as you’re instructed which ones to hit.
“So I know you were sent a few pages,” Jan says looking harried. “But that acts being rewritten so we’re gonna jump to page forty.”
"Oh I was told just to prepare that first, scene," you say nervously looking over the script and then at Jan.
"Today is more improv than anything," the woman says smiling. "Read the first page and then just go from there."
You nod. You were told by Gwen that today might contain improv, something that you’ve always been good with in the past. But it’s a lot different doing these fun improve classes with your classmates who are always in a good mood. Doing it in front of studio workers? It feels different.
You take a quick peruse at page forty, glancing up to see Dieter doing the same, his mouth moving as he silently reads. Jan gives you a minute before she's behind the camera with the bearded man, eyes on the scene.
"Okay so this scene Cecelia is putting away dishes after the dinner party. Levi is hurt by how she's treating him and he wants to go back to how it was all those years ago when you first fell in love. If you could hit those green marks this time. Okay? Ready when you are."
Everything is so fast, so whirlwind. That’s part of what you love about the business. But right now when you want to get everything right you want it all to slow down. You take a deep breath and for whatever reason you glance at Dieter standing off to the side. Somehow something in his warm brown eyes and the nod he gives you steadies you.
You stand on your first mark, using the props they’ve given you. A washcloth and a glass. You pretend to be cleaning them. You sigh softly, thinking of Cecelia and her broken heart. Of the humiliation she’s had to endure this evening.
“Hey baby."
Dieter’s voice sails over to you from behind. You know from the script that he’s standing there behind you, leaning against the wall and watching you. You bristle under his gaze, frowning.
"I can't stand it when you drink," you say, shaking your head, eyes on the sink.
"And why's that?"
"You get maudlin," you say, pretending to put the dishes away.
"You used to like that about me," Dieter says, his voice husky and you hear his footsteps approach. "Said it reminded you of thoughtful poets."
"I used to like a lot of things about you back then," you say with a cruel laugh, putting the glass to the side. "Things change."
This is where the script left off and you feel yourself panic slightly. You've always been good at improv but for some reason insecurities pop up.
They don't actually want me here.
I'm blowing this.
Fuck. What would Cecelia do? Say?
You look into the sink, feeling overwhelmed. Your shoulders hunch slightly and you can feel it, yourself being pulled from the scene, the energy leaving you. This is your one fucking chance and you’re blowing it!
Fuck fuck fuck.
"Look at me, Cece."
Dieter’s voice reaches out to you, dark and low. It breaks you from the whirring in your mind. You swallow and turn to face Dieter, your features pinched. Your spine is against the counter, your hands gripping the edge of it so tightly your knuckles are pale.
You watch as he approaches yours, slow measured steps and dark eyes that don't leave yours. He’s taken off the sunglasses and the puffer jacket. Without them you notice the length of his lashes and the breadth of his shoulders. It distracts you for a moment.
"What did you like?" Dieter asks as he comes to stand next to you at the sink, hitting his mark on the floor. You gaze up at him, your mind racing.
"W-what?"
"I said what did you like?" He repeats, his body moving closer to yours. "Back then. What did you like about me, Cece?"
You think of your character Cecelia. A woman in love with a man who can't give her what she needs. You think of Levi: a man trodden down by life and how she's had to watch him change from the man she loves into this drunken loser.
"I liked how ambitious you were."
"Mhmmm," Dieter nods and you feel his hands come to wrap around your waist, guiding you hips to his. "What else?"
You feel yourself growing breathless by his proximity. This isn’t Dieter Bravo anymore. The puffer vest is gone, and instead you feel the warmth of his body through his clothes. This is Levi. A man who loves you as much as despises what you’ve become. You try to channel Cecelia as you feel his hips press tightly against yours, urging you back against the counter and pinning you there.
"And how you used to take me dancing."
You remember reading in the earlier script that Cecelia and Levi met dancing. Dieter obviously doesn't because his mouth hitches slightly in amusement. You think he can pass it off as tipsy. His hands go to the counter on either side of you, leaning in, taking up your space.
"I miss how it felt to wake up together," you say, chest tight. You're not expecting Dieters head to dip forward. Your eyes fall closed as you wait for his mouth on yours. But instead you feel his lips drag along your jaw.
"That's all you miss?" Dieter murmurs against your neck as he begins to nuzzle there. "Nothing else?"
You shiver when he kisses you at that soft spot just behind your ear. His hand is on the back of your neck, holding you as he breathes heavily against it, lips full. You can feel his short beard rasp against the sensitive skin of your neck and you hold in a whimper.
Jesus.
You know that this is acting, that this is a job. But his voice is so delicious, rumbling against your skin and his body is so warm and for a moment you forget you're acting in front of a camera.
"I miss the sex," you breathe, your eyes heavy lidded. You feel Dieter's face pull back, eyes surveying your eyes and gently parted mouth before your gaze locks with his.
The air in the room is warm and it's like you can hear a pin drop. No one is moving; it's like you only exist with him in this moment. Cecila and Levi.
"I miss how you felt inside me."
Dieter’s breathing picks up and you don't miss how his neck bobs as he swallows. His face inches towards yours, hand still at your neck to keep you from moving back from him, not that you would.
You feel his full mouth brush against yours, so lightly it could have just been air. His dark eyes are focused solely on your lips. Your hand goes to the collar of his t-shirt, a forefinger curling around it.
"What else?"
"I miss how you used to take what you wanted," you say as his lips graze yours again. His fingers still stay splayed around your neck but his thumb is hooking around your lower lip, opening your mouth to him.
"I miss-"
Whatever you were going to say next is lost as Dieter’s mouth presses against yours. His tongue immediately sliding between your parted lips needing to taste you.
You groan, arms wrapping around his neck, pulling his lips more firmly against yours as he licks into your mouth. He kisses really really well with the kind of passion you feel going up your core. His hands slide along your spine before his arms wrap around you, pulling you flush against his front. And then soon, all too soon he pulls back from you.
"You miss me," Dieter says against your mouth, his dark voice breathless. "But I'm right here, baby. Always have been. You just haven't been looking."
"Okay cut! Perfect."
Jan’s voice breaks into the scene, pulling you both from the moment. You feel Dieter’s hand fall from your neck and body, his eyes losing that soft gaze as he steps back. When he releases you he does so slowly before stepping back, his eyes flying to that same tall woman in the corner as you break apart.
You stand there, still tilted against the counter and feel yourself slowly break from the daze when Jan comes over, smiling and handing Dieter some new pages. You sneak a glance over to Dieter and see him smirking at you before his eyes go back to his script.
“That was really good,” Jan says to you, the surprise clear on her face. “I loved that energy, that coiled desperation.”
You try not to blush under the praise, even though after months of silence it feels so good to be told you’re doing well. You feel breathless, almost giddy. You hadn’t been expecting to feel so much so quickly. You’d assumed you’d need more warming up but you feel electric.
“Hey Stace,” Jan says going back to her chair and calling over to the young girl at the far side of the room that you hadn’t even noticed when you first came in. “Can we do something about the shine on Dieter’s face?”
You feel yourself breathing heavily, your entire body buzzing. Being in his arms, the taste of his peppermint gum still on your own tongue.
"Alright thanks so much for coming in," Jan says with a wave.
You know the drill. You nod, giving a wave to the group before stumbling your way out of the room. You can’t look back this time; you can’t meet Dieter’s eyes because for some reason you feel completely undone.
You’ve never done a scene like that before and it gives you both a thrill and a giddy embarrassment. You know you’re smiling like an idiot as you exit the room, but this immediately ceases when you almost run into a tall and beautiful woman.
It's Haley Braccken, A-list actress and if rumors are to be believed, Dieter’s ex-girlfriend.
You've seen them splashed over the cover of gossip magazines in grocery stores. A particularly lurid image of Dieter snorting coke off her bikini covered tits in Ibiza was especially popular when you were still working at your dead end office job. She's just as luminous in real life as she is on screen.
I thought they wanted an unknown.
Disappointment floods you as you pass her in the elevator. She gives you a polite nod, heading into the same room you've just exited. She smells expensive, like leather handbags and perfume you could never afford. You see her charm bracelet snugly around her wrist and it tinkles as she walks past you.
There's no way you're getting cast in this movie. Why did you raise your hopes up? Why did you think that you, a nobody with a shitty commercial under her belt, could go to against real actresses?
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“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” Carlee insists that evening as you prepare for work later that afternoon. You pull on your starched dress shirt, groaning about Haley Braccken for the fiftieth time that evening. Carlee is impossibly patient and supportive.
“She’s beautiful Car,” you tell her frowning into the mirror. “Younger, more beautiful, more famous. Why the fuck wouldn’t they hire her?”
“She may be wrong for the part.”
“When you look like Haley Braccken, there is no wrong part.”
Carlee gives you a pat on the shoulder before moving from you. She knows there’s no point in talking to you when you’re morose like this. You hear her close the door to her bedroom and you sigh.
You go to grab your purse from the coffee table and are down the hallway when you hear the sharp ring of your cell. You’re surprised to see Gwen’s name come up on the display. It’s later in the day and there’s always that lingering doubt, that endless fear that she’s going to drop you.
“Hello?”
“You got a minute?”
“Yep.”
“Well, apparently the chemistry read was off the charts."
Gwen never sounds this warm. It’s actually surreal to hear her voice so excited in relation to your acting. So you must have done well. No, you must have done really fucking well. So you're not getting fired. Maybe Gwen just wants to congratulate you on a job well done, to say well done on not embarrassing the agency.
“Really?”
“Yeah. And that’s saying something because rumor is Bravo can be hard to work with," Gwen observes shrewdly.
"He was actually really helpful," you offer, feeling the need to come to his defense. "I had to rely on him for a lot and he really came through."
"That must be why the demo tested so well. I have to say I was pretty impressed myself."
"You saw it?"
"Of course. I need to know how my actors are performing."
An arrogant part of you wants to watch the footage, but another part doesn't want to bother. Its obvious that Dieter’s ex will have gotten the part and watching you act knowing there's no pay off seems wasteful. You need to focus on the next project, the next audition.
"I'm glad I could represent you and the agency to your satisfaction," you say smiling. "It was really exciting to get in front of some big movers and shakers."
Gwen gives you a nod. "Well I just finished drawing up your final contract. So let's go over it tomorrow and we can talk next steps. Can you make it into the office?"
"Contract?"
Your heart is pounding so loudly you can't hear anything else.
Ba boom ba boom.
Gwen is saying something but all you can hear is that quickening roar in your ears. The sound of blood rushing in them. You swallow shakily, looking at your reflection in the hallway mirror and see the elation in your brightness of your eyes. Suddenly you can hear everything.
"Yeah. You got the part."
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Yes, Sir! —Capítulo 18
Personagens: Professor! Harry x Estudante!Aurora. (Aurora tem 23 anos e Harry tem 35)
Aviso: O capítulo só tem o ponto de vista de Harry.
NotaAutora: Perdão a demora para atualizar a fic.
— Oi! Meu amor. — Violeta disse assim que atendi o telefone — Acabei de deixar as meninas com a babá!
— Ótimo! Já estou indo buscar você. — Tentei parecer animado, mas todo cansaço não me ajudava.
— Você quer cancelar nossa noite?
— Por que?
— Eu conheço você bem o suficiente para saber quando está fingindo.
— Só estou cansado, você já contratou a babá e também fez a reserva, vamos aproveitar.
— Tudo bem, estou te esperando.
Desliguei.
Eu não estava nem um pouco com vontade de sair para um date e não era pelo cansaço. Aurora me ligou, me mandou mensagem e eu nem tive coragem de responder.Eu era simplesmente um covarde miserável que não teve a decência de dizer a ela o que eu sentia, mas como eu poderia? Dizer que a amava não valeria de nada quando ela descobrisse sobre Violeta, porque ela vai descobrir, não há mais tempo para mim.
Assim que estacionei minha esposa entrou toda animada no carro, ela estava linda, sua maquiagem pesada e sua roupa justa, não podia negar que não mexeu comigo, que uma parte de mim sentiu sua falta.
— Oi! — Aquele sorriso um dia fez meu mundo inteiro balançar.
— Oi.
— Posso te beijar? — Ela se tornou uma mulher tímida de uma hora para outra.
— Porque está me perguntando?
— Não sei Harry, ultimamente você tem estado tão distante que nem sei mais se eu posso beijar meu próprio marido.
— Pode.
Aqueles lábios, eram doces, mas não tão bons quanto os de Aurora.
— Vamos?
— Sim. — Ela entrelaçou os dedos aos meus com um sorriso.
A viagem até o restaurante foi terrível, Violeta estava determinada a me provocar, sua mão quente ficou em minha coxa o tempo todo. Eu só queria chegar logo que assim que vi o estacionamento apressei-me para achar uma vaga, logo que o carro desligou eu prontamente fui abrir a porta para ela, estendendo a mão para ajudá-la a sair do carro.
Afinal eu ainda era seu marido, ela merecia isso, uma noite sem que se sentisse rejeitada.
— Obrigado meu amor, que cavalheiro.
Sua mão rapidamente entrelaçaram-se a minha, não hesitei, mas eu deveria?
Já não sei mais o que é certo ou errado, meu coração grita pela Aurora, eu sinto tanto a falta dela, mas Violeta é minha esposa não é a ela a quem deveria estar venerando?
O lugar era lindo, todos os nossos anos de relacionamento nunca jantamos em lugar tão chique, talvez estejamos mesmo, no fundo do poço e Violeta estava tentando de tudo para reacender a chama do nosso amor.
O jantar foi agradável, nós se esquecemos quase completamente a tensão que havia entre nós há muito tempo, nós rimos e flertamos como se fossemos dois recém casados e apaixonados, eu me senti estranho por estar gostando tanto da companhia dela.
— Foi muito legal hoje. — Minha esposa sorriu para mim enquanto caminhavamos para o carro. — Eu me diverti muito.
— Eu também — Sorri de volta abrindo a porta para ajudá-la a entrar.
— Sabe, amor. — Violeta começou assim que entrei no carro. — A noite não precisa acabar agora.— Ela parecia nervosa, ela estava nervosa eu a conhecia muito bem para ler sua expressão facial.
Eu senti meu coração acelerar, quando a sua mão delicada tocou meu rosto o virando para ela
— Eu quero você, H. — Sussurrou antes de unir seus lábios aos meus.
Eu não consegui resistir, me deixei levar pelo momento e o prazer que os lábios da minha esposa me davam, minhas mãos a puxaram mais para mim, até que estivesse sentada em meu colo, suas mãos puxavam meus cabelos, enquanto seus quadris roçaram em mim.
— H.— Ela gemeu baixinho em meu ouvido.
E um estalo, o som da voz de Aurora apareceu em minha mente, eu via ela em minha frente.
— Para!
— O que foi?— Violeta me olhou assustada.
— Acho melhor pararmos.
— Por quê?
— Alguém pode ver— Menti.
Mas eu não podia continuar.
Eu não estava mais apaixonado por Violeta, eu só estava me apagando a um passado onde nós éramos realmente felizes.
— Eu não ligo.
— Baby, vamos para casa, eu não quero fazer isso aqui.— Segurei seu rosto e forcei-me a beija-lá. — Quero fazer direito.
— Promete que vamos transar quando chegar lá? — A voz manhosa e triste dela me fazia sentir culpado.
— Claro. — Afirmei só para vê-la sair de cima de mim.
Eu não sei bem o que aconteceria quando chegasse, não sei se resistiria a minha própria esposa, eu estava muito confuso e me sentindo muito culpado.
— A babá está lá em cima, vou avisá-la para ir. — Violeta dizia enquanto tirava os sapatos assim que chegamos. — Por ser tarde talvez ela precise de carona, você pode levá-la para mim? E passar na farmácia pegar uns preservativos, acho que já encaixotei os que tinham aqui em casa.
— Claro querida.
Aproveitei o momento para ir até o banheiro, entrei rapidamente e lavei meu rosto.
— Mas que porra você está fazendo? — Indaguei a mim mesmo, várias vezes.
Eu amava a Aurora, eu a amava.
Ouvi uma movimentação na cozinha, devia ser a babá.
— Está Pronta? — Questionei arrumando a gola da camisa, sem nem olhar para cima.
Mas no instante que ela se virou eu quis morrer.
Eu fiquei paralisado ali, olhando a mulher a minha frente, minha boca se mexia, mas não saia nada.
Era a Aurora, ali bem na minha frente.
A babá!
Ela era a porra da babá!
— Aurora?! — Minha mente se recusava a acreditar. — Aurora o que faz aqui? — Como ela descobriu? Ela me seguiu? Ela contou tudo a Violeta? — Aurora, me responde. — Eu caminhei rapidamente até ela segurando em seu braço. — Como me achou?
— Achou?! Que porra você está fazendo aqui?! Eu não te achei, eu nem sabia que estaria aqui. Você é irmão da Violeta ou coisa assim? — Ela também parecia tão confusa.
— Querido?! — Violeta surgiu atrás de mim e eu quase gritei. — Aí está você, meu amor não esqueça de dar uma boa gorjeta, ok?
— Aurora!— Violeta gritou assim que a viu cair no chão. — Harry faça alguma coisa. — Eu estava paralisado. — Harry!
— Vamos tentar acordar ela.
Fui de encontro eu corpo pálido no chão, segurei sua cabeça em minha mão, tirei seus cabelos ruivos do rosto, acariciei seu rosto e a vi se mexer.
— Ei você está bem?
— Eu... Sim. — Ela tentava se levantar rápido.
— Tem certeza? Precisa de um médico? — Minha esposa acariciava os cabelos de aurora tão preocupada como eu.
— Eu estou bem, sempre acontece isso, minha pressão cai às vezes.- Aurora se levantou.
— Tem certeza? Você parece um pouco pálida. — Minha esposa tentou tocar nela novamente, mas Aurora pareceu esquivar-se.
— Sim, eu vou indo.
— Espere meu marido vai levá-la.
Porra não!
— Não precisa.
— Você acabou de desmaiar. — Violeta encheu um copo com água e a entregou. — Por favor querida, você foi tão boa para mim hoje o mínimo que posso fazer é isso, já que não quer ir ao médico, tem certeza que não quer sentar um pouco?
Aurora estava cuidando das minhas filhas enquanto eu quase trepei com minha mulher, isso não podia estar acontecendo.
— Eu estou bem, não se preocupe.
— H, ajude-a a chegar em casa, tá bem?
— Ok — Foi tudo o que eu consegui dizer.
Eu ajudei Aurora a entrar no carro, sabendo que tudo estava prestas a desmoronar.
Eu pensei que no instante que estivemos sozinhos ela iria gritar comigo, mas ela ficou quieta, um silêncio absoluto que me causava arrepios.
— Aurora. — Eu queria explicar tudo.
— Não. — Ela desviou o olhar.
— Aurora me deixe explicar.
— Eu não quero! E assim que estivermos longe o suficiente para que ela não veja o carro me deixe sair.
— Eu não posso deixar você sozinha essa hora na rua.
— Eu não posso ficar mais um minuto com você nesse carro.
— Aurora por favor.
— Já estamos longe, por favor me deixa sair?
— Não posso.
— Eu vou pular desse carro, me deixa sair. — Ela tentava abrir a porta do carro com força.
— Aurora, pare de ser estúpida, você vai se machucar.
— ME DEIXE SAIR AGORA!- Ela começou a gritar batendo em meu braço, e por um instante pensei que iria bater, única saída foi parar o carro.
— Aurora!- Gritei assim que a vi saindo correndo do carro. — Pelo amor de Deus espera por favor. — Fui rápido em ir atrás dela. — Aurora, por favor, eu só quero conversar.
— Não há o que falar. Não quero mais ver você.
— Me deixa explicar, eu sinto muito, eu não queria que descobrisse assim.
— Assim como? Na porra da sua casa?! Com a sua família! — Eu podia ver suas lágrimas caírem. — VOCÊ TEM UMA FAMÍLIA! UMA FAMÍLIA HARRY!
— Eu sei, sinto muito, mas é complicado.
— Complicado? É por isso que não respondia minhas mensagens? Eu disse que te amava, como você pôde fazer isso comigo!
— Me perdoe, por favor.
— Você tem sua família, precisa voltar para elas, eu não quero ver você nunca mais.
— Por favor. — Segurei em seu braço. — Aurora, você é importante para mim, me deixe levá-la, me deixe explicar tudo. — Aproximei- me acariciando seus cabelos. — Eu quero poder contar tudo para você.
— Devia ter feito isso antes. — Ela se afastou. — Adeus Harry.
Ela saiu correndo sem rumo, eu não sabia o que fazer, se corria atrás dela ou a deixava ir.
Essa noite, antes de ver Aurora na minha cozinha, eu até cogitei que talvez fosse melhor ficar com Violeta, não porque eu a amava tanto quanto eu amo Aurora, mas, porque era o certo a se fazer, era mais fácil tentar consertar algo que está quebrado do que admitir que aquilo não funciona mais, talvez eu sentisse que merece mais alguém como Violeta do que Aurora em minha vida, afinal Violeta era como eu, uma traidora tentando se redimir, mas Aurora, ela era pura, inocente e eu não deveria ter a metido no meio dessa bagunça que era meu mundo, mas eu fui egoísta demais para deixá-la ir antes que eu fodesse com tudo.
E agora tudo o que o meu coração mais gritava era para não deixá-la ir, eu não conseguiria aceitar a ideia de perder ela.
Eu não podia escolher ela.
Eu não deveria ir atrás dela.
Então como um covarde eu dei meia volta, entrei no meu carro.
Eu a deixei sozinha...
Eu a deixei chorando...
Eu a deixei com medo...
Eu voltei para casa...
— Tudo certo querido? — Violeta tinha aquele olhar de esperança assim que entrei casa. — Querido? — Eu passei por ela sem dizer nenhuma palavra. — Harry? — Eu subi as escadas. — Harry!? — Ela me seguiu e segurou meu braço. — O que foi? Aconteceu algo?
— Eu quero...
— O que você quer?
— Eu quero o divórcio.
Obrigado por ler até aqui 💗 O feedback através de uma ask é muito apreciado! Também como um reblog para compartilhar minha escrita com outras pessoas!
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jeongin definitely asks for what you're wearing just so he can coordinate and surprise you, but he won't bring it up the whole time you're hanging out. you're just sitting there wondering why he's also wearing straight legged jeans boots and a white sweater... until the car ride home and he can't keep it in anymore
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GAME
Pairing - Aemond Targaryen x reader
Warnings - NONCON, DUBCON, innocent reader, Aemond being an asshole, forced marriage, dom!aemond, sub!reader, forced spanking, manipulation, etc (chapter-specific warnings will be added to the chapters when they are posted)
Plot - Aemond finds out about Jacaerys's plans to propose to you and decides he wants you.
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Total Drama: Liberation of the Slaughtered
((Authors Note: I'm waking up- - - to ash and dust- - - I wipe my ass and I slap ma nuts- - -))
Five years... and yet all of the events of he past still feel as though they had happened yesterday.
Stepping off a boat and looking over a bright thriving island as birds flew overhead, and people chattered to each other around the docking area. Fresh sea water and winding laughter as everyone made their first enemies or friends.
All of these bright memories were diminished with a dark shadow. A permenant membrance of pain and past agony.
Yet, with all these small, fond memories lingering in his mind, there were whispers of those awful days spent in a living hell that had only stopped when they had been rescued.
The dread that danced on his stomach, and the hours of waiting as time ticked by, wondering just who was unfortunate enough to be caught by the serial maniac that roamed the island and claimed 15 of their lives.
Brutal, hopeless... awful.
Disgusting.
. . .
Despite being over, it never really was over. Not to him. It never would be over, until there was closure.. and closer had not reached him. Not yet. There could never be closure with circumstances such as these.
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Cody paces around the darkened room of his small 1-story house. He raked his hands through his hair as he looks around the darkened space, feeling both unwelcome, yet so at home in this awful room.
Barren, unlight, free of sunlight or warmth. Just like the days that followed the first death at Camp Wawanakwa. Everyday he was on edge, looking over his shoulder as he just couldn't help the feeling of being watched or just or judged.
The years following the rescue of him and the other 7 survivors were not pretty. Not for him. In a word full of pain, why would he of all people get it easy? Why would he have any freedom from these feelings that tormented him, and nagged at him still?
Ever since they were rescued... Cody had to admit he never kept in contact with the others. Everyone that survived... they didn't hate him. He didn't think so- but for most of them, he wasn't their friend. He was just someone else who somehow managed to make it out alive.
It was... rather funny actually. In a way. Cody Anderson, a so called puny dweeb and even arguably pathetic boy managed to survive such an event when tougher people than himself had been killed.
Perhaps it was the survivors guilt kicking him in the ass. Maybe it was just him looking for a reason to feel sorry for himself, considering how little he suffered compared to anyone else.
Cody had a knack for surviving. He just had this stupid motherfucking way of surviving a lot of what... would be considered impossible. Getting mauled by wild animals, getting harassed by others who antagonized him from time to time. Falling down ledges and carrying 3 other boys that were at least 2x his weight during one challenge.
He himself was an enigma. How had he even survived that long?
Perhaps... if he had died with the others... he wouldn't be as lonely as he was now. Contemplating his life, and remniscing over such traumatic events that he could have maybe opted to heal from years ago when help was being offered.
The others... they didn't quite move on. But they were coping better than he was.
Gwen dropped most of her gothic wardrobe, and started dressing a bit more like trent. Hell, she even managed to find a shirt exactly like his online a couple years ago... according to her social media page.
She works with her younger cousin in a pet care facility.
Good for her. She had her life... not together but back on track.
Because life goes on.
Leshawna changed quite a bit. She cut her hair considerably shorter, and eventually invested in reading glasses. She was now in computer programming. Working on putting a game toghether. The main character was a ginger haired geek, with 'sick ninja skills' last cody read.
Leshawna found a partner and he treated her well. They were making the game together, maybe? Cody wouldn't know. All he was sure of was that Leshawna was healing, as most of them were.
Because life goes on...
Duncan had found himself getting into office work. Something that no one ever saw happening. He never dropped his green and black hair, but over time- he let go of his piercings, and started dressing at least a little more casually.
Commemmorating Courtney with his changes- he wasn't quite happy... in fact... his life was quite dull. But he felt closer to the deceased. Confiding in organization and planning out his life, even if it was just a little bit.
He would get used to it... or... finish getting used to it.
Because life goes on...
Katie grew her hair out, and put on a little weight. She works with her mother in the sweets shop. She had found herself a girlfriend, and even adopted a child.
She had not yet come back to her usual chipper self- but she was trying. Visiting her best friends grave every single week.
Beause... life goes on.
Izzy vanished for a long while, only coming back recently after passing a clean bill of mental health from the local sanitarium. She had lost herself after the events of the island, and due to not having much of anyone by her side anymore- she had tried to commit.
She had a reputation for being crazy. Even if only a few episodes aired, she was looked at strange by many people after her rescue.
Thinking she may be the killer, who managed to get free of the rightful sentancing she deserved... or something. Her and Eva got together sometime after that.
Because... life goes ... on.
Speaking of Eva... she had been effected the least negatively, but it effected her all the same. Eva didn't have close friends during the events of the islands murder spree. She wasn't close to anyone because of her brash attitude and aggressive nature.
Even if she was inspirational.
She had her own regrets. She was a tough, scary woman when provoked. Facing Chef Hatchet on many occasions. Chef, who was not nice on most.
Eva was competant and capable... so... what stopped her from trying to kill or neutralize the killer?
Maybe it was the fact that... even if Chef seemed crazy or scary at times... there was also the lingering knowledge that chef would not purposefully kill or maim them. (At least, of his own accord)
The killer already took out several people before he would have been close to them. People that died not because they were SIMPLY stabbed to death or something.
The killer was a sadistic maniac. This maniac loved to cause pain and make others distressed. Dead bodies were playthings. Along with the lives of the innocent that stained their hands red with blood.
Even so, she couldn't help but feel guilty.
But... he got better.
Because...
be...cause. . .
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No. Life does not just 'go on'.
Cody thought about the former camp mates that he forced himself out of contact with as he threw a glass bottle against the wall with a tired grunt of pain and melancholic misery.
No.
Even if life was always changing or 'ongoing' it never continued on.
Cody was stuck in his own box. His own box of regret, and overthinking everything that had happened. He did always get attached too easily... way... way too easily...
He brought his fingers up to the bridge of his nose, letting out a deep sigh.
"Everyone's gone ahead and I left myself behind... now I'm alone all over again." he sighed, before leaning agaisnt the windowsill, barely bothering to peer through the blinds.
Still alone... out here in the outskirts of town.
Biding his time as he waits to hopefully allow himself to heal from this trauma. Half a decade of freedom, and he was still trapped in his own cage, fueled by guilt and denial.
In the end... the only reason he had not calimed freedom... was becaus he never let himself be free.
Perhaps... he never would.
Closing his eyes, he let his wet eyes rest as he flopped on his somewhat tattered cough with a low thump, a sigh escaping him.
With his exhaustion and lack of self care, he tired out quickly. Falling asleep where he sat within half a minute, his head lulled to the side and he found himself consumed by darkness.
((To Be Continued))
((IDEK if I will continue this.lmao))
#TDI IOTS#LOTS#IOTS#liberation of the slaughtered au#iots au#total drama#total drama island#total drama fanfic#fanfiction#fanfict#fiction#literature#total drama cody#tdi cody#angst#tdi duncan#tdi gwen#tdi izzy#tdi eva#tdi leshawna#tdi katie
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FOR MY ICHIINI FANS HERE YOU GO
WARNING : SWEARING
Second: Hey Darling
Yoichi: Yea babe?
Second: Im bored
Yoichi: hmm me too
Second: Wanna go to bed~?
Yoichi: Sure~
Third ,third wheeling : I fucking hate you both ,Do you have to do this every night 😭? Well how nice i love being here so much im totally not going to hear unholy noises and get so much sleep...I want to move out so much...
AT NIGHT
Unholy noises....
Third: i fucking hate my life....
Hikage: You good?
Third: Yes im perfectly fine , not ,i hate this WHY DO THEY DO IT EVERY NIGHT.
Hikage: Well its your problem now i just came here to get some water im so happy to have one of the farthest rooms
Third: No shit i would be happy too, but instead i get the closest room to them!!!!!
Hikage: Well to bad deal with it....Because i aint changing my room maybe you can ask someone else even tho they aren't going to agree its worth a shot right?
Third: I FUCKING HATE EVERYONE JUST GET OUT ALREADY..
Hikage: Ok, ok chill i will good night....
Third, so done with his life: WHAT DO YOU MEAN GOOD NIGHT.....
Third puts on headphones and puts his volume to the brim and puts on a song so he can get some sleep because its already 4 am
IN THE MORNING
Second gets up early
Second: Hey guys how did you all sleep?
Everyone except Third: Good
Third DONE WITH EVRYTHING
Third: WHAT DO YOU THINK HUH? WHY EVERY NIGHT? I BARELY MANAGED TO GET ANY SLEEP BECOUSE OF YOU AND YOICHI
Second: CALM DOWN WHAT DID WE DOOOO?
Third: WHAT DID YALL DO LAST NIGHT HUH ITS BECOUSE OF YOU I CANT SLEEP BECOUSE YALL DO IT EVERY NIGHHHHT.....
Second: ....YOU HEARD....
Third: NO SHIT
THIRD STARTS TO BEAT UP SECOND
Second: IM SORRY IM SORRY
Yoichi wakes up barely walking
Yoichi: Hmm....What's with all the noise in the morning?
Third: WHATS WITH ALL THE NOISE AT NIGHT HUH?
Yoichi: calm down its to early and we will get you a room that's the furthest, you know you could've just asked and we could've given it to you before. And let go of second..
Third: OH THANK GOD I CAN NOT BE IN THAT ROOM AGAIN !
Yoichi: yeah no problem now what's for breakfast?
En: we are having toast
Yoichi: oo yummy
En , Nana , Banjo , Midoriya and AllMight : So.... What happened last nigh?
Third: YOU DONT WANNA KNOW
Hikage: Yeah, listen to third you don't wanna know....
AFTER THAT DAY THIRD HAD PEACE AND GOOD REST BECAUSE HE DOSNT HAVE TO HEAR YOICHI AND SECOND DOING THAT ALL NIGHT AGAIN .......
#yoichi x second#ichiini#ichini#duo holders#i love them lol#second ofa user#bnha#ichinii#yoichi shigaraki#second#ofa users#yourwelcomemyichiinifans#fanfict#yoichixsecondfanfict#my hero academia#mha#boku no hero academia#bhna#bhna fanfiction#ofausers#nana shimura#hikage#banjo#midoriya#allmight#en#third#thirddonewithhislife#happythird#newroomforthird
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Dancing With Visions - Perfect Lead - Foxtrot - Xingqiu
Author Notes: The second fic for my "Dancing With Visions" fic series for Genshin Impact. The Foxtrot is a lovely ballroom dance that is fairly well known since it's a common choice for wedding dances. The performance in this fic was inspired by the spring 2012 dance lab performance by BYU Spring Ballroom Dance Team to the song LOVE by Michael Buble which can be watched here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FVGTLEK69I4&list=PLVg_j5iznUjYWnT-fYAHMVVKxIxc0Yfb6&index=37, The fic itself was actually written to “Everything” by Michael Buble though. Just like the rest of this series, reader is female. I hope you enjoy!
If you would like to read more of this series, the fics can be found here: Dancing with Visions Masterlist
Type: Female reader/ Can be platonic or romantic/ fluff/ dance/ sfw
Word Count: 1242
There was something odd about walking into the room as part of a long line of matching couples at Xingqiu’s side. Almost like there was a sense of deja vu due to the number of practices you’d done as a group.
And truthfully, you didn’t know anyone here other than Xingqiu. But when he’d asked if you would be his partner for a dance show involving numerous couples all performing the same foxtrot as a group, you’d accepted.
You hadn’t really known the dance beforehand and had to learn it just for this occasion, but Xingqiu was a longtime friend of yours, even despite the difference in your rank.
With that said, though, you were almost positive that everyone here, as either a dancer or a member of the audience, was, save for yourself, a member of the nobility. Either that or, at the very least, they had a hefty bit of money.
You almost cringed to think how much money Xingqiu must have spent on your dress that perfectly matched those of all of the other ladies present. Not that he’d cared, of course. He hadn’t minded shelling out the mora at all. You had to match the other women, or all that practice would have been for naught after all.
He’d been even more thrilled when he’d been able to tell you to simply keep the dress and think of it as a gift or payment for dancing with him.
But none of that really mattered now that the performance was about to start.
You pivoted to face him, noting the smile on his face as you smiled nervously in return while the audience began to politely applaud as the music started.
Xingqiu spun out almost immediately to smile charmingly at the crowd as you carefully struck your pose. One gloved arm reaching up towards the sky as you stepped out just enough to show the rich fabric of your skirts.
His eyes darted your way as he stepped lightly towards your side, and you did the same, immediately beginning to pivot together and carefully linking your arms so that you’d be ready to spin out as soon as you made your full rotation.
Perhaps the most nerve-wracking thing about this entire performance was that you had to move perfectly in time with the other couples.
Simply put, no one would stare unless you were out of time, but if you got off beat, suddenly everyone would be looking at you.
The group split evenly in two. One half going to the left side of the room while your section moved to the right as you slowly and elegantly slipped into the dance’s closed hold with Xingqiu. Your hand one had now clasped in his while the other found his shoulder, and his free hand carefully rested against your upper back.
The elegance that came with doing a foxtrot seemed to come naturally to Xinqiu as he glided across the floor with you. Guiding you to walk backwards before twirling you out so that you could sashay sideways and pass by the dancers as the half of the performance you were on shifted to the left side of the room.
Perhaps the oddest thing about doing this performance was that it would, at anyone else's side, be incredibly frightening. But as you danced along with Xingqiu, you found yourself genuinely smiling as you relaxed into the gliding motions that he led you through.
He leaned forward, an easy smile still on his face, as he guided you back across the room to trade places with another couple, “One this turn, look towards the window.”
He offered no explanation for his whispered instructions, but you did as you were told. Glancing out the window, only for your eyes to collide with Xiangling’s, where she stood next to Chongyun. Peeking through the window, waving, and cheering you on.
You felt your smile grow at the sight of them before you realized, all too soon, that the part you’d dreaded the most about this entire performance had already come.
The switching of partners.
You stopped in a carefully choreographed pause, looking towards Xingqiu as he smiled at you reassuringly before stepping backwards. One hand still outstretched towards you as if he didn’t truly want to leave you before he turned to accept his new partner.
And you knew that all of this was choreographed, but you could help but feel strangely touched by the gesture paired with the smile on his face.
And even though you spiraled with the unfamiliar noble man who carefully led you, you found yourself looking forward to when you separated to rejoin your partner, who was the entire reason you were here.
It wasn’t as if dancing with this other man was bad, per se. But you knew perfectly well that you wouldn’t really be comfortable until you returned to Xingqiu.
And blessedly, the time came soon, with you sweeping away from your brief partner and trotting with barely contained excitement back to where Xingqiu stood. Barely containing his chuckle as he accepted your outstretched hand, like he’d been awaiting your return all this time.
You reentered your graceful circuit of the room once more. Spiraling with the other couples and creating a perfectly beautiful image of choreographed, matching couples for those who watched.
You parted from Xingqiu briefly, joining the other women to swirl around the room as if each of you were doing your best to show off every inch of fabric within your skirts as your partners watched. Dutifully lined up along the wall.
And most of the men watched with slight interest, some nodding at certain motions while maintaining their almost rigid position.
But with each turn, you could see Xingqiu standing out from the group as he watched you with a fond and proud smile.
Patiently awaiting his cue before he marched across the room to rejoin you, watching as you briefly partnered with yet another unfamiliar noble before Xingqiu reclaimed your hand.
And then you stayed with him, half breathless as you swirled across the floor, racing towards the end of the performance before everyone once more lined up.
Each couple arm in arm before the lead looked towards the lady next to them, Xingqiu’s eyes meeting yours with a grin before he spun you out so you could take your ending pose. The last couple of the line to do so just as the applause began. Thundering through the room as all of the couples turned as one and quite literally danced their way out of the room.
Smiles of relief splitting across everyone’s faces as you and Xingqiu both laughed. Relieved that it was finally over and still giddy from having danced.
Xingiqu leaned closer to you as everyone at last finished exiting the stage, laughter still on his lips as he whispered to you, “You were perfect.”
You found yourself giggling slightly even as your heartbeat at last relaxed back to a normal pace as you recovered from the fact that you’d just literally performed in front of an entire slew of nobles alongside another posse of nobles. Something you never thought you’d do and never would have been able to do if it weren’t for Xingqiu.
“All thanks to my perfect lead,” Your gaze met his and you both smiled at each other, something unspoken passing between the two of you before you both started laughing once more.
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Me: I gotta continue my fanfics.
Also Me: I gotta doodle to get inspo for them.
Mr Brain: We've got fifty plotlines, bro. You don't need that inspo. You just want an excuse to design your AU, even if you're never going to post those pics.
#Fanfiction#Fanfict#fanfiction writing#Au#Fandom au#Doodling#doodlings#I swear to God I'm going to continue that Dead Plate fanfiction#I just need to design ghosties#I got it in my drafts I swear
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Sebastian what if y/n never agreed to be a maid or work for ciel. How would you react?
Sebastian: First of all she works as an extra gardener for the Phantomhive household and not as a maid, she's too proud to accept such a low title and her pride is one of my favorite trates of hers. *He smiles happily* Sadly, if my love would reject my 'surprise' I couldn't do much than to have a honest conversation with her and help her understand the reasons behind my desire to be as much unseparated from her as possible. For I simply cannot bring myself to lose my precious mate.
#x reader#kuroshitsuji#black butler#sebastian michaelis#Fluff#Romance#Kuroshitsuji sebastian michaelis#Black butler sebastian michaelis#Sebastian michaelis x reader#Sebastian michaelis x fem reader#Fanfict#Fanfiction#kuroshitsuji sebastian#black butler sebastian#black butler fanfiction#Black Butler Fandom#kuroshitsuji fanfiction#kuroshitsuji fandom
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Later that evening, Jinmay arrived back at the base, exhausted. While her body was enhanced it still screamed at her for rest with every single step she took.
She had decided to take care of several things today since, as far as she knew, Ren was still unconscious and for the sake of her mental health she needed to get out of the base for a while.
The base's door slid open for her as she stepped inside.
School, lacrosse practice and going back to the Ryokan to fill in the staff had all been difficult to get through. Her mind wandered all day and she wasn't even sure what to say…
How do you explain, "My brother turned into a 55 foot skeleton and almost squashed the city but the Hyper Force defeated him." to a teacher or the staff?
She had said he was ill and in the hospital to her teachers and coach. That wasn't entirely wrong or a lie she figured since he was recovering from the injuries he had before.
To the Ryokan staff though, she had been honest.
That had been scary, admittedly. Putting on her yukata, doing her makeup all while exhausted from lacrosse practice and calling a staff meeting.
Standing before all the adults, trying to carry herself like one.
Her heart wouldn't stop racing in her chest. Everyone was looking at her for answers of why they had both been absent.
Jinmay wrung her hands together, before taking a deep breath, narrowing her eyes into a stern look.
"My brother was a victim of a Skeleton King attack and he was possessed. Ren was under this control for months and he is now recovering with the Hyper Force at their base."
"What?!"
"Is he alright?"
"He will be but right now he's unconscious and I'll be returning there until I can bring him home. Until then, all problems will be brought to Ginji. He's in charge while the masters of the Ryokan are gone. Understood?"
"Yes, Lady Jinmay!"
She let out a sigh as the orange transport tube dropped her off at the main floor, for once not trying to jettison her out of it. She noted the redone paint and nodded to herself.
Otto must have been busy today.
As she walked out, she jumped when Chiro's voice called out to her.
"Jinmay!"
Jinmay yelped in surprise when Chiro bolted right to her and nearly knocked her over as he hugged her.
"Missed you!"
"UWAH!" She yelped, hugging him. "Missed you too! What'd I do for this?"
"Oh… A lot."
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Happy Birthday Reignition! Today, last year, Hyper force: ReIgnition was posted... and man, I'm honestly touched and shocked at the reception it's gotten... Not gonna lie, it still feels surreal to be writing this fict.
This chapter marks the end of the Reaper arc! WE'RE GETTIN OUTTA THE CITADEL OF BONE WITH THIS ONE BOYS!
And to go with it, I've prepared a fun bonus: A MilaXRen playlist!
Including the theme songs of our respective characters
IDOL by Yoasobi - for Mila
Mephisto by Queen Bee - for Ren
Thank you and let's keep going!
#srmthfg#hyperforce: reignition#super robot monkey team hyperforce go#mila hanamura#srmthfg oc#chiro#Ren#Jinmay#MilaXRen#Chinmay#literature#fanfict#fanfiction#writers of tumblr#writeblr
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You confront dean about a so called robot monster. Your suspension peeks through him and he finally gives in and tells you what he’s hiding. You feel like punishing him for keeping secrets from you but that would be to good for him so you decide to tease him some.
You sat at the back of Annies cafe waiting for Dean to come join you. You ordered a light drink to drink while you waited for him. You had something on your mind that you were meaning to ask him. There was new about some big monster walking around and eating metal. You suspected he had something to do with it considering he’s been acting weird the past few days so you decided to question him about it.
The door bell to the cafe rings and Dean walks in with his cliché sunglasses and takes a seat where you’re sitting. You smile at him and take another sip of your drink.
“Hey,” you say, he smiles at you and greets you back.
“So,I called you here to ask you something…” you exclaim.
“What is it?” He questions.
You take a deep breath and look at him, “can you take the glasses of first?” You ask. He nods and take his glasses of sitting them on the table. He looks back at you ready for what ever your about to ask him.
“It’s about that monster, everyone in town is talking about it and you’ve been acting really weird lately… is there something going on.”
His breath hitches at the question, he stay silent for a few seconds, he runs his hand over his face.
“I can assure you theres nothing going on. Why would there be something going on? Why do you think somethings going on?” He say’s nervously.
You raise your eyebrow and look at him not convinced he’s telling the truth. “Dean I know you, which also means I can tell when your lying.
He violently avoided eye contact with you as you stared at him.
“I-I don’t know what your talking about,” He says nonchalantly.
You look at him with a dead panned face, “Dean…” you say bluntly.
He continues to avoid your eye contact, “ I’m telling you everything’s ok.” He says.
“Dean…” you repeat, he finally looks you in the eyes and sighs.
“Fine, ok-ok i’ll tell you.” He takes a deep breath, “there is something wrong… I have this big…problem. Ok its the monster, some kid came to my house in the junk yard with it and asked if it could stay. And I said yes, I thought it would only stay one night but hell, it’s been livin with me for a week.” He ran his hands through his hair.
You smile at him,“I knew it,” you said.
“I was that obvious?” He laughed, you nodded your head. “Well when someone owns a yard full of scrap metal it was pretty clear that a metal eating monster was crashing there,” You exclaim.He chuckled, and sat back in his seat.
You didn’t like it when he kept secrets from you, and he knew that you didn’t like that. You needed to do something about that.
You rested your head on year hand, “Dean you know I don’t like it when you keep secrets.” You say while slowly sliding your leg up his. He pauses and looks at you curiously, “what are you doing?” He asks raising bis eyebrow.
“Nonthin,” you say in a flirty tone, you slide your foot farther up his leg until you reach his groin. He gives you and awkward smile, “babe, what. Are. You. Doing? People could see,” He says.
You chuckle with your head still resting on your hand. “So let them see…” you then put your foot directly on his clothed cock. He let out a silent groan and put his hand over his mouth. His face was as red as a tomato, you began to move your foot up and down over his growing bulge. He let out silent moans tilting his head back.
“You like that don’t you?” You said teasing him. He responded with a moan.
Noticed the waitress walking ip to the table so you started moving even faster causing Dean to get louder.
When the waitress got to the table he quickly sat up and smiled at her as if nothing was going on under the table.
“I’m sorry sir I didn’t get to take your order, what can I get cha?” She said.
“I-Im ok,” he gritted through his teeth. You smirked at him and took that as your cue to run faster.
He let out a loud grunt and slammed his hand on the table. The nurse looked at him concerned, “sir are you ok you don’t look to hot?” She asked.
“Im fine, isn’t that right… honey?” He gritted giving you a toothy smile. You smiled at the waitress and nodded your head. She gave him one last look and walked away.
“Y-your evil… you know that,” he moaned. You chuckled, “I know.” He rested his head on the table.
You looked at your watch, It was time for you to go to work. You took your foot off of Dean. He looked up at you, “what are you doing?” He asks.
You get up from your seat, “unlucky for you I have to go to work.”
“You sure you can’t stay for a few more minuets?”
“Nope,” you smile, you give him a short kiss and walk out of the cafe with Dean looking after you.
“That woman’s gonna be the death of me.”
#the iron giant#dean#fanfict#oneshot#spicy fluff#caffine#kisses#teasing#the iron giant x reader#theirongiantxreader
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hay gaymers
i have a big request 😽😽😽
can someone plz make like. a fanfict of potato cookie and peperoncino cookie. plz… can be smutty as hell, juicy, comfort i dont care 💔💔💔 i just need a fanfiction of those two and ill burst like a balloon
plz
this is me begging
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Me? Writing? More likely than you’d think
Okay, I’ve had this idea for soooo long, but I finally planned it out and wrote it.
Summary: Luz and Eda talk about getting petrified
#toh#the owl house#toh fanfic#the owl house fanfiction#luz noceda#eda clawthorne#king clawthrone#hooty#they're in it though not as much#my writing#jq writes#fanfict#fanfiction
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Welcome Home
Fandom: Final Fantasy 7
Pairing: Zack x Aerith (Zerith)
Rated: T
Story Summary: That rainy day in the church, fate changes and Zack returns...
Aerith's heart felt like it would pound completely out of her chest as she watched Zack walk in her church.
Mere hours ago, she felt like she was dying. Heart positively aching and throbbing as if holding desperately onto his light without wanting to let go. A cool rain doing little to mask the tears slipping down her face as she stared at the dull grey sky she could see through the hole Zack made in the roof of the church.
It was only a moment, a blip, a fraction of a second she felt him die… His hold on this mortal coil slip out of his fingers for a mere breath, the sky planning to swallow him whole while the planet churned with its own grief as if about to break some terrible news to her…
Yet a second later, it dissipated like it never happened…
…but the feeling didn't leave.
Aerith had knelt by her flowers since with tears steadily leaking down her stricken face.
That brief agony still lingering like a festering wound in her heart and all she could think about was Zack. The love of her life, the only man she could and ever would love.
It had been years since he left on his mission to Nibelheim - 5 years, 23 tiny unfulfilled wishes and 89 letters all sent without a word in return.
The angel who watched over her in her rafters had left with the final letter months ago. He never returned either and since then, she was left in a limbo of agonizing numbness… Zack's light and life still there getting nearer and nearer by the day until it flickered out and disappeared…
…and now there was nothing…
The Planet remained silent.
It may have been minutes or hours that she was staring blankly at the flowers at her feet; hands and shoulders trembling under her bolero jacket and wondering what the hell just happened…
Where was Zack?
Was he okay?
Was he…dead?
No.
No, he couldn't be…
…He promised…
Maybe it was denial, desperation for answers. Hands trembling from where she was gripping the fabric of her dress to keep from puncturing the skin of her palms with her nails… Tears like torrents down her cheeks as the rain felt like the cold prick of needles against her skin.
…she just wanted to know what happened…
Then the door to her church suddenly opened with a loud squeak of its neglected hinges…
And like an answer to a desperate prayer - there he was.
"I'm back!" his voice tore her from her agonizing reverie. The lit of his warm tender tone so bright and cheerful regardless of his appearance.
Zack was bloody. Arms torn with deep cuts, bruises, gunpowder burns and bullet grazes all over his arms and face. Holes torn in his clothing from knives, swords and gunshots with alarming stains of blood against the faded black of his top.
But that didn't seem to phase him for even amongst all his wounds, there was an illuminating smile lighting up his beautiful face.
Aerith's heart lurched in pure relief and euphoria, the darkness that had fallen over her and kept this pressure on her chest suddenly crumbled, dissipating like nothing more than wisp of smoke against the light of his smile.
Aerith's body moved without her input.
Legs numb and cold completely ignored as she stumbled to her feet and ran.
Zack's eyes widened, his exhausted body pushed again into action as he rushed towards her until both met where the sun was illuminating through the church's window.
The warmth of the sun on their skin nothing compared to being so close to one another again.
Yet Aerith's heart skipped, so afraid she was to touch him. Worried this was some kind of illusion brought upon by grief and desperate hope… yet her hand lifted to him anyway.
Dainty fingertips reached out slowly. Lifting until her fingerprints were pressed against his warm cheek. Zack blinked at her feather-like caress. The tears that had been building in his glorious teal blue eyes and along his thick frame of lower lashes suddenly made streaks down the dirt on his face. The wetness and warmth of his tears tickling her fingers and she let out a broken sob around a tender smile.
Zack kept his promise…he returned to her.
"Oh, Zack…" his name was a stifled breath on her tongue, her smile like the sun when she pressed her other hand to his bicep and ever so gently squeezed as if to confirm his warm skin under her own. The tears she'd been shedding all afternoon continued to fall as he gazed at her like she hung the stars in the sky.
"Aerith," his voice so soft and tender as he whispered her name like a long-whispered prayer.
Not being able to take it anymore, Aerith threw herself into his sun-warmed turtleneck sweater. So gentle as to not hurt any sore wounds, she wrapped her arms around his waist and held him as tightly as she could. Zack's arms were as gentle as a breeze as they wrapped around her back, his gloved hands rubbing circles along her spine as he buried his face in her hair.
Neither knew nor cared how long they stood in the warmth of the sun, breathing in the life and light the other gave off. No matter of the years that separated them for they always found their way back to each other…
"Welcome home, Zack… " Aerith whispered against his tear-stained throat. "Welcome home…"
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom
Additional Tags: Romance, Bisexual Harry Potter, Gay Draco Malfoy, queer pride, Community: hd_erised, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Draco Malfoy in Glasses, Healer Harry Potter, Bisexual Male Character, Gay Male Character, Queer Themes, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD
Summary:
After Flourish and Blotts stop stocking the books of Harry’s favourite author, he is directed to a queer bookshop and discovers it’s owned by none other than Draco Malfoy, who has more in common with Harry than either of them realise.
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Promises Chapter 2: Findings
Chapter 2: Findings
Disclaimers: In this AU that is my Fanfiction Neji is not dead, neither is Fuu nor Torune.
Konoha 11 is a group of well-known shinobis from the village who fought furiously during the Third Ninja War, Uchiha Sasuke is not part of that group due to his well…rebellious phase. They were well-known and most importantly feared among the nations, the elite of Konoha was something to bear in mind, even Akamaru was considered part of it and Sai who entered team 7 quite late. This mission was something quite different from what they were used to, a hidden village that no one ever knew. The fact that the head of the clans have to come with them to the mission. That urgency that Sasuke claims to have…? Hizashi Hyuga went with Hinata and Neji as representatives, Ino brought Fuu and Sai with her, Shikamaru brought Kiba and Naruto, Chouza was with Choji and Sakura, Shibi with Shino and Torune, and Sasuke was heading the team together with, soon to be Hokage, Kakashi. Seventeen people was quite a big fellowship, everyone clearly saw how this could be turned absolutely wrong. Sasuke insisted that the head of clans should go with him as well as Team 8 who was good at rescue and tracking; yet Tsunade decided that each leader should have at least one person to escort them and protect them just in case. Therefore, one extra person was sent to protect them, Kakashi’s job was that of counsellor and political mediator with that strange village. The papers that they have found said that apparently during the First Ninja War some clans decided to protect their people by hiding them and seeking shelter somewhere far from the battle.
The young Uchiha brought grim news, they were protecting that village but the cost that they were suffering was far from beyond. – So, this clan Kome, has settled themselves as some sort of Danyo. Apparently, during the first generation, as they mention it; Ashina Uzumaki went a little bit berserker when it came to the protection of the village. They said that it was Koroshi Kome’s fault, he tried to well rape her daughter. However, the village saw it as an act of aggression. As a result, and to try to set things up, they decided that those shinobi’s send by the now noble clans should bow protection and fidelity to the village, and to the Kome clan as repayment for that aggression. – Everyone was listening carefully – Yet… Ashina decided that a way to protect all of them was to set a barrier, actually two, quite astonishing may I say. Plus, she well… kind of… soils the earth.
-Soils the Earth? – Naruto enquired about it
-How can someone soil the Earth?
-It is like Lady Tsunade’s Byakugo, isn’t it? – Sasuke nodded to Shikamaru’s question.
- To assure that the promise was fulfilled the other five member of the clan swear protection against the Uzumaki’s. To do so they seal the Uzumaki members… with a really unique jutsu. Apparently, Ashina herself taught them how but never shared with her own descendance. Only, that the head of the clan can break it. Meaning…
-Us… - said Ino.
So, the purpose of the clan leader to head in that direction was to retrieve those seals from the Uzumaki member. – Excuse me for my intermission, but… If they decided to seal the Uzumaki’s there must be bigger reason than that. – mentioned Shibi.
-I have seen the Uzumaki’s heir. - Sasuke kept talking – She is not a problem, definitely. However, the issue here is that what the Kome clan has been doing to set the village as a refugee for Bingo ninjas – everyone was astonished – Apparently, because they still have the popular opinion that the noble clans misbehave, they have settled this village as a paradise for the lowest of the lowest. Additionally, the noble clans are trying to do their best to keep the village at ease and calm. They have shown me proves that everything was settle because of that rape
-Are you sure they are not fake? – inquired Kakashi. He nodded.
- They want freedom, sensei – mentioned Naruto
- Plus Naruto’s and Ino’s sensor chakra will actually help to clarify this situation, although there are some people there that I trust too and I am certain that they are not lying. – Sasuke was sure of his words. Everyone looked quite puzzled, who could they been?
After three days of non-stop tracking something completely invisible, Sasuke led them towards a mountain. It was quite rocky and full of flora and fauna like the rest of their surroundings.
-It is here – Sasuke took of his coat and look at the rest – They would open the passage this evening. We have arrived in time – The team nodded and proceeded to make a small camp. They were not that sure of what Sasuke meant, yet they kept working as promising. Hoping that soon everything would be clarified.
Night came and with it the anticipation to see who they were. Although the Uchiha remain calm and unalerted, the rest of the team had their senses sharpen and their body ready for a fight if needed. Suddenly, everyone felt it, a burst of chakra an explosion, a controlled one, but nevertheless an explosion. Everyone kept closer and the mountain, well, its base, started to fade an open. It was a barrier! A good one for that matter that was for sure, one so powerful to have been deceiving shinobis for years. At the opening 7 figures appeared. There was a hooded one knelled on the floor closer to another taller hooded figure, a voice startled them – Sasuke…just in time. Come quick everyone – it was a harsh female voice. Everyone entered the barrier, cautious, but they enter. Once inside, the barrier disappeared and from the other side there was a forest so deep that they felt a twitch of fear. Hizashi was the first one to be impressed. A Hyuga greeted him with a wide smile. He was rather tall and slim; his face was quite rounded, and his long hair was tidy up in a messing bun at the top. His clothes were more like rags that tried to conceive his body from some cold. His eyes, white and bright as his startled him. He made a bow as everyone else did, except for the knelled figure. The hooded one by their side stood up. It was tall, even taller than Shibi, who was the tallest of the fellowship. They took of their hood, like everyone else they were covered in rags that they called clothes. Their eyes were covered with a cloth. – As the eldest let me greet the Heads and thank your aid. My name is Aburame Takehiko, this is my great-granddaughter Aburame Reina. – The man was indeed old. His face was wrinkled but in a fashionable way, his mane looked straighter than the Konoha’s Aburames. Completely white but with some brushes of what it was a deep black colour hinted that his hair colour tried to remind more than expected. The knelled figure rose, he immediately tried to help her, but she did it for herself. She bowed- Thank you – muttered in a feeble voice. She fainted and quickly the tall Aburame took her in his arms. That allowed her hood to be lifted down, her face was unseen for a great mess of hair covered her. It was deep black, but the Aburame’s saw it differently. It wasn’t black, completely in their eyes they could see the rich red that was hinted underneath. Shibi had seen that red hair before, it had a very similar saturation -Uzumaki – muttered underneath his breath. Takehiko seemed to have heard him and nodded.
Torune suddenly noticed, that man did not have kikaichu only… The man seemed to try his hardest not to seem weak, something that comes with age. He grabbed hiss great-granddaughter tight- We need to hurry before they notice. – And so, he led the way out of the forest.
They climbed a small mountain. Underneath it a small village appeared at their eyes, all houses where white but there was one bigger than the rest that catch their attention. On the west side upon the mountains that were surrounding the village they could see what seem ruins of much more antique houses. – We have time to reach hour home. Let’s be quick just in case – It was the softest voice ever, the Akimichi gal was the one who said so. She run fast together with the Yamanaka cleaning their way so everyone could reach their home faster. Apparently, the Aburame girl was mumbling something towards his great-grandfather, because he kept nodding. They reached the ruins. A big woman with a savage hair which she let it free embrace them – I cannot believe! – she said. Her skin suddenly glow like gold, and her tanned skin became sunrays together with her big smile with a chopped off teeth. She embrace everyone of all a sudden – Oh for what was old and for what it is to be. I can…
-Hush Jun – said Takehiko – The woman was clearly a member of the Akimichi clan – Oh boy, he really looks like his father! – mentioned her while having a great look at the commutive- Jun
-Oh Take…
-Takehiko
- You should be calm; your lass knew was she was doing
-Jun, bring some food and that’s it – said the old man carrying the Aburame girl towards one of those ruined houses. – Call the rest so we can talk properly
-Their father’s too?
Takehiko did not say a thing while he kept his journey towards the ruins – Oh Sasuke-kun~ you were right everyone has come. Oh, my sweet boy! Thank you so much
-Mum stop- it was the sweet voice
-Chikako calm down, oh we should introduce ourselves properly, shouldn’t we? The name is Akimichi Jun, this is my daughter Chikako.
-Mother… I am sure they are tired have you…?
-Oh yes, I cleaned and fixed things up with Toshiko. Oh we did it! – she said trying to cheer them up. She clearly was nervous and exhausted. – Come on, please over here.
Kakashi ventured – Before moving to any place, we need to know where we are and what is going on, madam. – His voice was deeper than usual, he was serious.
-Oiii Kakashi, is that you?
Everyone froze, they recognize that voice. Shikaku Nara, or better said what was left of him and Inoichi. The brave soldier was beaten up by time and the war. Shikaku was missing a whole arm and part of a leg, he had some short of rudimentary orthopaedic leg that let him walk with some difficulties. Inoichi’s eyes looked foggy, as if he had lost a great deal of his sight. He also leaned his head towards Shikaku, as to hear him better, he walked with great difficulty as if his legs were not answering him correctly when he commanded them to walk. However, hard it was he achieved that and walk with slow and steady steps. Ino rush towards him, unable to control her feelings. Shikamaru couldn’t move. When Inoichi felt that embrace he inspire her aroma – Ino… - she smiled and hugged her with his trembling arms. How was that possible?
-Let us explain what this whole mess is, Kakashi – said Shikaku while walking towards the fellowship. He looked at his son, the scars of his face were even fuller of scars. -We have a lot to catch up, don’t we? – said to his son.
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