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The Big Tease | bfd!harry

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best friend's dad!harry x reader - forbidden relationship au

Summary: based loosely on this request - Harry comes to your place to make sure you're taking care of yourself and you find that as hard as you try to tease him, he's not giving in to you and then some high emotions are exposed.

Word Count: 7.8k words

Warning: 18+ only, NSFW, smut, angst, age gap, cheating

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You tried not to feel guilty about what you were doing with a married man. Your best friend’s dad. It was hard when it came to keeping it a secret from everyone. Keeping it a secret from Fae.

“Where’d you get this?” Fae brushed her fingers over the pretty little bracelet Mr. Styles gave you a few nights before. It was gold with three round light-colored opals in the center and two round-cut tiny diamonds on either side. It was dainty and sweet and you knew it was expensive after googling the brand and finding the exact item available online and in high-end shops nearby.

“Ahh… my mom and dad got it for me a while ago. Just haven’t worn it in a long time. Forgot it about,” you lied with a shrug. Lying to her made you nauseous.

“Really? How could you forget about this? It’s gorgeous! Looks really pretty on you too,” she complimented and you frowned as you looked down at it.

You hated lying to your best friend. But what could you do? You certainly wouldn’t admit to your affair with her father. And of course, you weren’t quite feeling guilty enough to put an end to it either. Mr. Styles was the best you’d ever had and you were completely smitten with him.

When you two finally made it back to your apartment after shopping and eating and stopping at the ice cream shop for a treat you’d also forgotten all the lovely flowers you had sitting around your living room and kitchen.

It had also become a thing where you’d get the most exquisite bouquets delivered to you every Monday morning. Peonies, roses, phalaenopsis orchids, and gardenias all stuffed with hardly any filler. You knew the bouquets he was sending you were hundreds of dollars a pop. But they were breathtaking.

You quickly assessed in your mind whether or not you’d removed the cards from them which would have given everything away should Fae see. Unlocking your door and letting yourself in first you quickly glanced around and the freshest bouquet clearly still had its card poking out of it. You made a beeline across the room as Fae closed your door behind her and plucked the tiny card out, crumpling it in your hand, and then bent down next to the table to pretend you were doing something else.

“Those are so pretty, Y/n. Oh my god. Do you have a flower service or something?”

You had three bouquets placed around your living room. One was clearly old and some of the flowers were drooping, losing their vibrant colors, while the newer ones were full of soft pinks and purples, crisp white and cream…

“Yes. I decided to start treating myself to nice flowers every week.” You smiled. Another lie. You couldn’t afford a weekly delivery of these kinds of flowers and if Fae bothered to research how expensive bouquets like this were she’d have questioned you further. But luckily she didn’t.

The bracelet, the flowers, your glow… all things she noticed, could have been an indicator of a lover but as far as you could tell she hadn’t connected the dots. Or at least she didn’t voice it to you.

Of course, everything could be explained. But she was your best friend. If you weren’t more vigilant, she’d be catching on soon, you were sure.

. . .

The following day after a morning shift at the restaurant you arrived home and collapsed on your couch. It was exhausting. The restaurant was only open for breakfast and brunch on the weekend (where normally it’s only a dinner spot the rest of the week) and it was slammed. Mimosas, eggs benedict, fancy French tarts, and pastries, huge parties of people, music, guests nursing hangovers… The restaurant was well known for its weekend breakfast and brunch with bottomless mimosas and Bloody Marys. The clientele were usually upper-class folks who didn’t mind spending $35 for their mimosa and then only ordering 2 when they could have had as many as they wanted. A local creamery provided butter, yogurt, and milk for your special breakfast dishes, and a bowl of fancy yogurt and some in-house granola was $15. The cheapest food item on the breakfast menu. The cheapest item on the menu was a cup of black coffee, refillable. Unless you ordered the free tap water.

You got lucky to eat anything while you served breakfast. It was typically too busy to take a bite of anything. But the tips were excellent because everyone was usually in a great mood.

You were startled awake by your phone vibrating in your back pocket. You’d fallen asleep without even realizing you’d closed your eyes.

Pulling the phone out from under your body you realized it was Harry calling you (he normally didn’t call unless it was prearranged).

“Hello?” You sat up as you answered.

“Baby! I was worried. Are you okay? I didn’t hear back from you.”

Harry had a thing where he wanted you to text him when you got home from work to let him know you made it safely, even if it was a morning shift. He was always so worried about you but you kind of loved it.

“I’m fine. Sorry! I fell asleep as soon as I sat down on the couch. God, I’m so exhausted. Fae was here late last night and then I had the breakfast shift so I only had like four hours of sleep…”

“Hey, it’s okay. I was just worried. I texted you and then never heard back. Just started to panic. Have you eaten?”

You smiled and his soft deep voice made you feel so comfortable and safe, “I haven’t eaten yet. I had a bit at work but just passed out as soon as I got here.”

“So you’ve only had something to eat at work? It’s already dinnertime, Y/n.”

Harry did have a tendency to sort of scold you like he was your dad. Maybe it was ingrained in him in some ways. To try and take care of you and remind you to do things like eat.

“Geez, Dad. I’ll get right on it,” you teased.

Harry was silent for a moment, which had you worried. Perhaps calling him ‘dad’ had been unwise.

But then suddenly his voice broke through the line, “I’m coming over. I have a feeling you don’t have any groceries and I’m gonna make you dinner. Something to eat.”

You scoffed, “I mean… I have food here. I will eat. You don’t have–“

“I’ll be there within an hour,” he interrupted and you nodded to yourself.

“O… Okay. Um… yeah. In an hour.”

. . .

You quickly showered and tossed your dirty clothes into your clothes hamper so they weren’t strewn about your bedroom floor. You tidied up and kept yourself busy until he finally arrived. You were getting all worked up knowing he was coming over.

You didn’t know what he had been telling Mrs. Styles about why he was leaving or when he’d stay with you overnight, or spend hours in your bed every week. Though there were times he could only come over quickly, most of the time he stayed with you long enough that he’d need a good cover story. You kind of hoped you could have him for the night.

When he knocked at your door and you opened it up for him you saw he had his hands full. One arm around a sack of groceries and in his other hand the bag he normally packed for when he was staying the night.

You smiled when you saw his handsome face and ushered him into your small apartment. He leaned in to kiss you quickly, “Just showered?” He asked.

“Well yeah,” you spoke as you closed the door and followed behind him to your kitchen, “I didn’t have the chance earlier because I fell asleep as you know,” you laughed.

“Mmhmm…” he grunted affirmatively as he began to remove the grocery items from the bag one by one.

You saw tomatoes, fresh basil, flour, mushrooms, cheese…

“What are you making?” You picked up the container of buffalo mozzarella and then looked at Harry.

“Margherita pizza. One of my favorite little recipes my mom used to make.”

You placed the container down, pulled his arm to drag him toward you, and stood on your tiptoes to kiss him.

He immediately paused what he was doing and wrapped his arms around you, deepening the kiss and then giving you a taste of his tongue.

But then he pulled away with his signature teasing smirk and went back to his task.

“You brought your bag. Gonna stay the night with me?”

He nodded as he folded the paper bag up neatly and then looked at you, “If that’s okay. Have to leave early, though.”

If that’s okay.

You laughed to yourself and nodded, “Of course, it’s okay, Harry. God, what I wouldn’t give to have you with me every–“ You stopped what you saying when you realized how suddenly serious that thought was. You did want him every night. You wanted him to yourself but you hadn’t discussed that with him before.

Harry placed the neatly folded paper bag down on your little counter and then pulled you back toward him with his hands on your hips, “Yeah? Every…? What? Every night? Want me every night, baby?” That same sneaky, devious smirk on his face had you melting and warm.

“I just meant, you’re always welcome,” you slid your hands up his chest and bit your lip. You were a little embarrassed that you admitted that but it was obviously too late now.

“I’m always welcome or you want me every night? Which is it?” He gripped you harder so you couldn’t escape his questions, his gaze.

You puffed a breath out through your lips with a laugh, “Both.”

He loosened his grip and brought a hand to your face, his eyes fixed to yours, “Both. I’d much prefer to be here with you every night too. Would if I could.” The thumb that trailed over your cheekbone and to your temple was soft and loving. You knew he meant what he said.

Harry’s pizza was superb. Your oven wasn’t quite right, he kept saying as he baked it but to you, it was the best thing that had ever come out of that cheap appliance.

“Usually like to make this in a brick oven. The one I’ve got in my backyard, but this will do in a pinch I suppose.”

Your mouth was full as you nodded, “So good.”

Harry laughed at your stuffed cheeks and the way you were gobbling down what he’d made.

“Aren’t you going to eat more?” You asked him finally when you’d swallowed your bite. He’d only had one slice.

“Already had dinner. But I wanted to feed you. Make sure you’re taking care of yourself.”

For some reason with a tummy full of Harry’s pizza and the kind gesture of his cooking to help take care of you had you reeling and needing more than just food.

Of course, it would have been impolite to just abandon cleanup but you were suddenly aware of how his sleeves were pushed up his forearms and how his dimples were extra deep accompanying his attractive smile. And his hair looked too tidy, you needed to get your hands in it. Needed to get him out of his clothes. Get those long fingers around your neck and touching your body immediately.

You set your plate down on the small kitchen table you were both sitting at and slid your hand up his thigh, “Oh is that why you came over here? The only reason?” You grinned and he leaned back into his chair and looked at you, keeping his own grin in check.

“Need to make sure my girl is healthy. Has everything she needs.”

“Yeah? And sometimes I need more than just food too, Mr. Styles.”

Harry crossed his arms over his chest and spread his legs slightly as you continued moving your hand upward, “Oh I know, sweet girl. You need a lot of things, don’t you?”

You nodded, “What about you? Do you need things too? From me? Anything I can help you with?”

Now his grin was breaking out over his face but it was cheeky, playful, “Of course I do.”

But he wasn’t giving in to your little game. He liked having you be the one to ask for it. You didn’t know why but he loved hearing you beg him. You always resisted begging. At first anyway. Sometimes he’d give in without you needing to.

“And what do you need from me?” You stopped short of putting your fingers over where you knew he was tucked under his pants. The obvious natural bulge he sported giving away where he normally liked to position himself.

“Whatever you’re willing to give me, love. But I’m here because you needed to eat first and foremost. And you needed some groceries.”

You laughed and skipped over his lovely cock and put your hand up to his chest, scooting your chair in a little closer, “I’ll give you anything you want, sir. All you have to do is ask.”

Harry smiled and licked his lips slowly, “I’m as content as I can be here with you right now. Could sit here all night listening to you talk. S’that what you want? Want to touch my chest,” he flitted his eyes down to where your hand was before looking back into your eyes, “and my thighs, and chat all night about my pizza making skills and your lack of healthy food?”

You folded your lips into your mouth to keep yourself from laughing. He was playing a game of chicken with you. You really wanted to win this time.

“Well, that does sound really nice. You’ve filled me up so good with your yummy pizza. Guess I don’t need anything more than stimulating conversation with you if that’s all you’re interested in.”

Harry swallowed and breathed a laugh out of his nose, “Fine. Pizza and conversation it is.”

You wanted to huff in frustration. He still had his arms crossed over his chest, just under where your fingers were toying with the buttons on his shirt. He wasn’t giving in. But you had a thought.

“I’ll be right back.”

You hopped up from the chair and pranced to your bedroom. If he wanted to tease so would you. Stripping off your sweats you dug out your thin white Hey Lover t-shirt and tied it up just under the center of your breasts, and black cheeky boy short panties. You’d pretend you were only getting comfy since it was already late in the evening. He’d know what you were up to but you could play it off like you just wanted to get into your comfy house clothes.

When you got back to the kitchen Harry was already cleaning up.

“Hey, let’s do that later. Wanna sit and talk a bit.”

Harry tsked you, his back still turned as he wrapped up the rest of the pizza in foil, “I worked hard on this. Don’t want it to go bad. You can go sit–“ when he finally turned his full gaze back to you he stopped mid-sentence. You saw his jaw clench and his nostrils flair.

Not fair. That was not fair of you.

You knew your top especially was going to drive him mad. It was thin and your nipples were poking through the material and he could certainly see the shadow of the deeper color of your areolas popping through.

And he did. You noted where his eyes roamed, pausing over your tits for a good few seconds before licking his lips and turning back around to finish his job.

“Go sit.” He said without a single note of sweetness or desire.

You smiled to yourself as you walked into the living room and sat on your couch. Putting on a little music you selected a good little playlist that you knew he’d like.

Trying to act as unbothered as you possibly could you found a comfortable position on the couch and leaned into your cushions as you waited for Mr. Styles to join you.

It wasn’t long before he was casually strolling into the living room and sitting on the couch, leaving a few feet between you two. He draped an ankle over his knee and sat back, looking totally cool and unbothered.

You stretched and gathered your hair into your hands to expose your neck as you spoke, “So, how was your day today, Mr. Styles? You already know all about mine.”

Harry nodded slowly as he looked at you, keeping his eyes on your face, “Normal. Woke up and worked out, read an article, and played some golf with a colleague. That’s it really. Now here I am feeding you and entertaining you with conversation,” he grinned and you saw his eyes quickly take in your neck.

You smiled and sighed, “Sounds nice. I’ve played golf a few times. I’m terrible at it, though. Once a guy who took me tried to straighten out my stance but it did no good. No matter how many times he helped me adjust my grip or pushed my legs to spread them out properly it just didn’t work,” you chuckled. It was true. You’d gone with a guy a couple of years back on a date. He was flirting with you when he tried showing you the proper way to stand and hold the club but it turned into making out in the golf cart and a quick fuck in his car before he dropped you at home.

“S’that so? He probably wasn’t a good player either if he couldn’t give you any tips to help you improve your game.”

You shrugged, “I don’t know. I think he was more interested in getting my clothes off than anything,” you kept your eyes on his to asses but there was nothing there that indicated jealousy.

You had to amp it up. Do something to make him lose it. Wanted to watch him thicken up in his pants.

Dropping your hair you tucked your legs under yourself and turned to face Harry. You knew he was trying his hardest not to let his eyes drop below your neck. He knew he’d be fucked if he took in the way the soft cotton stretched over your breasts.

“Anyway. Are you any good?” You allowed your own eyes to take him in fully. His composure was sure to falter at some point.

“Yeah. I’m all right. I can hold my own.”

His short answer was not exactly what you were hoping for but you didn’t let it deter you. For some reason, his standoffish behavior was getting you even more worked up.

“Bet you can hold your own. You’re just so naturally good at everything you do,” you moved your finger over your tummy, keeping your eyes on his, “I know first-hand.”

Harry raised his brows and the movement of your hand over your torso and then down toward the top of your panties had him dropping his sight to where you were softly ghosting your fingers along the elastic band. You tugged at the knot on your shirt before moving your hand back up toward your chest, your thumb pressed between your thin cotton t-shirt-covered tits.

He watched your fingers and then looked back up at you, “Do you? And what do you know of my skills?” He smiled softly. Still appearing totally unbothered.

You sighed and tilted your head, keeping your eyes on his before stretching your arms over your head and allowing your shirt to lift the tiniest bit, revealing the bottom of your breasts. You only put your arms down once you were satisfied that Mr. Styles had gotten a good look, “Well, for example, you just made me a pizza that was to die for. Also, you recently got promoted at work and now you’re some big shot,” you unfolded a leg from underneath your bum and stretched it out, pressing your bare foot onto Harry’s thigh, “And I’ve seen you work out,” you nudged his muscled thigh, “You put men half your age to shame. You’re so athletic…” you began to pull your foot away but Harry gripped your ankle and pulled your leg to drape over his thigh making you smile in triumph. Though you’d not yet won this round, he was clearly giving in to you bit by bit.

“Hmmm…” Harry nodded and hummed quietly. He kept his hand on your shin and his eyes a safe distance from anything below your chin, “I know I’m good at a lot of things. Can make you dribble all over your chin by just pulling my pants down,” he licked his lips, “Feel like that’s a great skill of mine. What else…” his hand began to brush over your leg softly and you scoffed at him but of course, he was right. You both knew it. He made you drool and whiney and hot. He didn’t even have to do anything.

“That was one time. And you had your fingers in my mouth. It wasn’t because of your cock,” you lied. Well, his fingers in your mouth did have you drool down your chin and when he pulled his pants down, he teasingly pointed out how your chin was shiny and you’d dripped saliva down your neck and to your chest.

“No? Hmmm… but you were so desperate to get it in your mouth that you tried grabbing me and when I told you to be patient you whined and drooled all over the floor. You can pretend all you want, little girl. I see what you’re trying to do.”

You watched as his hand traveled up your leg and past your knee to your thigh, “Wearing this little getup… trying to seduce me. So desperate for me. But you’re gonna have to try a lot harder than this, Y/n. You can lie to yourself and pretend you're not bothered and change the subject and show me your pretty tits all you want. S’not gonna change the fact that you’re gonna wind up a messy little puddle begging me for anything I’ll give you. Isn’t that right?”

Your mouth dropped open in faux shock. He was right. But you weren’t ready to give up yet.

“Whatever you say, Mr. Styles. I know you like having your ego stroked. So go ahead and keep telling yourself that you’ve got the upper hand. We both know you’re already folding. I can sit here all night and chat with you like this if you want. Doesn’t bother me one bit.” You folded your arms across your chest with a grin.

Harry laughed quietly and shook his head. You were fun. He loved these moments with you. Loved giving you a hard time. Loved when you gave him a hard time. He softly pinched the inside of your thigh and you laughed, attempting to pull your leg away but he held you in place, large palms keeping your leg over him, fingers digging into your skin.

“Darling, you forget who you’re dealing with. I’m not the one resorting to skimpy clothes and trying to hide how turned-on I am. I see you trying to keep your legs pressed together. Hiding something,” he jutted his chin toward you and looked over the spot between your legs where he knew your panties covered up a tiny secret.

You wore black panties on purpose. Any wetness would be easier to hide, but keeping your legs pressed together could ensure he didn’t see the wet patch that had begun to spread. However, the way he was holding your leg over his lap made it quite difficult for you to not open your thighs a little.

“You just love to imagine that you’ve got me all bothered. But you’re wrong. I’m totally fine.”

Harry smiled and pulled at your leg further, causing a small yelp to slip out from your mouth followed by a tiny bit of laughter at the way you lost balance when you were pulled toward him, your other leg being tugged at to drape over his thigh.

“Good. Then we can just sit here and talk about the weather and maybe politics if you’re into that. Or is there another topic you had in mind since you’re so keen on just sitting chatting all night?”

You steadied yourself, back against the cushion as you pressed your legs together again and looked up at him innocently, “Randy called me the other day. Said he missed me. Apologized for being rude when we were together. That was nice to hear. The apology,” you wiggled your hips to fix your seating so you could appear more casual, despite having your legs in Harry’s possession over his lap.

Harry’s large palms ran up the outer sides of your thighs slowly before dragging back down to just above your knees, keeping his eyes on yours, “Oh really? Thinking about getting back with him then?” He spoke trying to tamper the playful smile on his face.

You snorted a laugh and grinned teasingly, drawing your fingers across your breasts, “Nahh… I can do better. I mean… maybe if I’m desperate and just need to scratch an itch. You know? Being a single girl gets hard at times. My dildo is only gonna give me a small taste of what a man can. Even if he’s not great in bed.”

Biting the inside of his cheek he nodded with dark eyes, “Would be such a shame to waste a good fuck on Rudy like that when you’ve got me at the helm. Of course, you're too stubborn to admit it. All you have to do is ask.”

You sighed and dropped your hands to your lap with a pout, “Randy. His name is Randy. But anyway… I don’t have to beg Randy to fuck me. He’s never pretended he was unbothered by me. Always quite straightforward really. If he wanted sex all he had to do was tell me. You on the other hand,” you poked your finger into his arm, “like making it hard for me, which is quite impolite. So I’m okay with not having sex if you just aren’t up for it.”

Harry pushed a laugh out through his nose at your tease, “Rudy sounds like a fucking bore. And he never gave you an orgasm. Either you have really bad taste or you’re just a tease. I have a feeling I know which it is, too. Little girl likes to play games. I can play games if you want. But you know I’m gonna win.”

You knew he was right. You wanted his cock but he wasn’t budging. All you had to do was admit it. Ask him politely. And you would when you couldn’t handle it any longer but you were having fun and the back and forth was like foreplay for you.

He kept one hand grasped around the outside of your thigh while his other smoothed inward, fingers pushing your thighs apart the tiniest bit and then gently dancing upward. If he moved his fingers too far up he’d feel how damp you were already.

“I’m not playing games,” you spoke matter-of-factly, watching as his hand traveled over your skin, “I can just tell maybe you’re tired Perhaps you’ve had a long day and it’s almost bedtime for you. I mean I get it,” you laughed in preparation for what you were about to say, “When you get to be your age things just slow down a little. It’s okay if you’re not up for it tonight, sir.”

Harry pulled his lips into his mouth and closed his eyes as he laughed at your attempt to provoke him.

When he looked back at you his expression was serious as he pried your legs apart, swiping the pad of his pointer finger right over the wet material of your panties and raised his brows as if he was shocked. Though you knew he was goading you, “You know goddamn well that my age has nothing to do with my libido. Difference between me and you is that I have incredible willpower and I know that you’re gonna be begging me to stuff your pussy before the night is over.”

You laughed and shook your head, “Nope.”

Harry pressed his thumb right over where your clit was already aching and grinned, “Yep.” Popping the p for emphasis. “See I’ve already got you soaking your panties. Goosebumps on your legs. Your nipples are hard. Your face is warm. I bet your heart is pounding too, just wishing you were getting the life fucked out of you right now. And you could be,” he spoke lowly as he slid a finger under the fabric of your panties and smoothed it over your skin, but not touching your crease or your clit like you hoped, “If you just admit it.”

You noticed that his cock had plumped under his pants. A good sign, you figured, “Nothing to admit. I might be turned on but I can hold out. In fact, I’d bet you’re not in much better shape with your cock swelling up like it is. You need this wet pussy to soothe that big dick, don’t you?”

Harry’s undisturbed body language was a concern because even though his prick was growing harder by the minute, you were starting to boil while he still seemed unphased.

“Oh, honey…” Harry smiled at you like you were a pitiful thing, “I’m doing just fine. In fact, probably just gonna fuck my own fist before we go to bed since you’re so stubborn. Maybe I’ll let you watch me too. I’ll be just fine. Just love being here with you. We don’t always have to have sex.”

You clenched your jaw and huffed imagining that scene. Having Harry yank his cock with his big hand until he was coming on your floor. You’d want to lick it up off the floor too. Scoop it all up and swallow it down. He had you obsessed with his come. Well, with him in general.

You tried to think of something to say but your brain was stuck on the image of him slowly stroking his fat cock and saying filthy shit to you while you tried to hold it together and not give in to your own urges.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Harry lifted a hand to your face and brushed his thumb along your jaw and up over your cheek, “Need to tell me something?”

Your lips parted and you breathed out a small whimper and squished your eyes closed. Your determination was crumbling with his soft touches.

“S’okay. If you don’t mind,” Harry pushed your legs off of him and quickly began to unbutton his pants, “S’getting tight in there…” he pulled his pants down just a touch so that the bulge under his briefs was now poking out and he had a bit more space to breathe.

He pressed over his erection and straightened himself out and suddenly the tip of his cock was peeking out over the band of Calvin Kleins. You closed your eyes again and tried to will yourself to not give in to him. But what was fair was fair. You were teasing him with your body and now he was returning the favor.

When you heard Harry chuckle you opened your eyes to look at him and your head was fuzzy. He was literally mouth-watering. He’d unbuttoned his shirt so you could see his tattoos and the large erection poking out from his briefs was like an actual cherry on top of it all. You licked your lips and swallowed down your saliva as you stared at his swollen head. It looked like something you could just pop into your mouth and suckle on if you weren’t so stubborn.

But Harry loved how stubborn you were. You really did make him work for it. You were exciting and sweet and he loved the way you teased him.

“If you want some you can have some, sweetheart. I know you’d like a taste. S’right there for you if you just ask politely.”

You groaned and looked away from him but your eyes were burning and all you could think about was straddling his lap and pushing his briefs down so you could fuck yourself on him. You were actually vibrating and pulsing you were so turned on.

And when you thought about it all… how this was all just a game anyway. How you both knew you’d end up with his come dribbling out of your cunt and satisfied and fucked out before you went to bed you laughed, “Fuck it…” you said as you crawled yourself over his lap and Harry’s hands found your hips, “I want you. Okay? You win.”

He had a pleased smile on his face when he felt you press your soaked panties over his briefs and plaster your lips over his in finality.

He would have laughed and teased you for giving in but he was thankful you did. Because he was aching for you.

You were desperate too. You pulled away from the kiss and put your hands down to his briefs and pushed at the material before sliding the crotch of your panties to the side and letting your wet hole kiss his tip softly as you looked into his eyes, “Can I please have it?”

Harry’s smirk fell from his face the moment you began to lower yourself, coating him in your slick arousal, “Yes. Take what you want. Fuck…”

The music was soft and you could barely hear the lyrics as you began to work yourself down and up along his length. You moaned as you felt him poke deep and keened, sucking in a sharp breath, “So thick…” you panted.

You were wetting Harry’s briefs and the tops of his pants but he didn’t care in that moment. He’d take care of the issue after you were done, “Yeah? Needed to stuff yourself with my cock didn’t you darling? Feels good?”

You nodded and held onto the back of the couch as Harry moved his hands from your hips up to the bottom hem of your top and pushed the material up so he could finally look at your pretty breasts. His favorite. He leaned in and suckled your tit into your mouth and you gasped softly.

You began to ride him a little faster, sticky slick noises coming from between your bodies as you writhed up and down his cock.

“Harry!” You shouted his name in a desperate plea. You didn’t know what you were pleading for but you just wanted more. His tongue and lips and teeth on your tits and his heavy, hard dick inside of you were really all a girl could ask for.

Harry moaned and licked over the spot he nipped next to your nipple and moved his lips over your soft flesh as he spoke, “Poor thing… so needy for me. Should have just given in the first time I told you to, baby.”

The couch under you squeaked gently as you rose and fell over him. The relief of having him inside of you had you tearing up.

Harry tilted his head back to look at your face. And just as he expected you were completely insatiable. Your expression was hungry and lusty with your lips parted, a pained look across your features.

Harry cooed at you and slid his hands up from your soft breasts to cup your face and make you kiss him. Your mouths moved together slowly as you shifted over him, slowing down a little now that your mouths were connected.

Harry pulled away, keeping his hands at your face, “Slow down a little bit. Here…” he dropped one hand to your hip and stilled you, pushing you down all the way over his shaft until you were firmly seated in his lap and his tip was stuffed so far inside of you it hurt making you whine and quiver.

“Like that. Just sit and feel me. No need to hurry. Gonna always take care of you. Okay?” His lips pressed over yours again and you moaned into his mouth.

You acted as if you were starved. You canted your hips slightly to glide your clit against his pelvic bone and he gasped and pulled away again, “I know you need it, baby. Just slow down. You were so desperate weren’t you?” He thumbed at your cheek and wiped your tears with a grin, “Always my good girl. Aren’t you?”

You bit your lips and whimpered as you nodded. You felt like a pathetic girl. It was like the moment his cock was inside of you all your good sense flew out the window and you were a melty, needy puppy in despair, deprived of attention and love. You needed more and more and more every time he entered you. It only got worse as the months crawled on and your affair got more serious.

“I wanna be your only good girl. Please…” You slid your shaky fingers into his hair and smoothed your lips over his with a tremulous breath.

Harry rocked upward, dipping into your sensitive insides and you gasped again, parting your lips from his.

“Look at me, Y/n…” Harry spoke as he moved a hand to the back of your neck.

You locked eyes with him and your sad little pout had him leaning in to give you a soft kiss at the corner of your mouth before he looked back into your eyes, “You’re my good girl. No one else. Just you, baby. Understood?”

You nodded and sniffled, “But I’m not,” You jutted your bottom lip out like a child and felt ridiculous. You didn’t know what had you so emotional suddenly. Maybe it was the build-up and all the teasing. Or the way you always gave in to him and he was so cool and secure in himself while you were shaky and desperate.

Harry moved a hand down your back and kept his other hand brushing softly over your cheekbone, “Yes you are. You’re mine. You’re my only.”

You didn’t want to say it. Hated to bring it up but you couldn’t help it or you thought you’d explode if you didn’t tell the truth, “But you’re married. I might be yours but you’re not mine.”

He hadn’t quite expected it. You knew the situation. He couldn’t just leave his wife of 20+ years. It didn’t work that way. But to hear you say it was… well it gave him pause.

“Okay. I am married. But I’m here with you right now, Y/n. Because I’d rather be here with you. Wish I could be here every night. And I would if I could.”

You nodded. You knew he’d prefer to fuck you rather than his wife. That part was understood. But he’d never actually choose you over her when it came down to it. “I know. I’m sorry for bringing it up. I just… I’m starting to…” You swallowed the words your heart wanted to reveal but you stopped, “Just want to see you more I think. Once a week or every other week isn’t good for me. Need you more. I think that’ll make me better. I’m sorry… I don’t know –“

Harry shushed you and stroked your back softly, “I want to see you more too, baby. Should we think of a way to make it twice or three times a week even? Will that make it better?”

You smiled and nodded, “Three times a week? Oh my god…” You kissed him and squealed at the idea of having him three times a week.

Harry laughed and nodded, “If it makes you happy. Didn’t know you needed more, honey. Didn’t want to make you sick of me.”

You laughed in return and shook your head, “I could never be sick of you, Harry. I’m…” You stopped yourself once again. The words on the tip of your tongue but that wouldn’t be fair. To you nor to him. “I’m happy you want that too.”

Harry’s fingers on your face felt soft and comforting, “Of course I want that. I want you happy. And that would make me happier too.”

You felt dizzy with love and excitement as you pasted your lips to his and began to rock your hips slowly again.

You knew you were selfish. Knew you were getting in too deep but you didn’t care. Maybe down the road one day it would hurt but for now, you would be happy with anything he gave you.

Suddenly Harry shifted and brought his arm to cradle you close as he laid you down flat on the couch, his thick cock still inside of you. But now he was hovering over you with a dark smile on his face, “I need to fuck you like you’re mine. Show you I mean it,” he said as he pulled your legs up, calves pressed over his shoulders, and began to roll his hips into you. The springs in the couch cushions danced under your back and creaked as he picked up the pace.

You coughed out a moan and squished your exposed tits together. You still had on your shirt, tugged up above your tits, and your underwear, and Harry still had his clothes on, while his shirt was unbuttoned and his pants were down past his bottom. You were both the picture of neediness, not even bothering to take the time to undress fully.

Harry held onto the back of your thighs as he plunged in and pulled back to his tip, before plowing his cock into the hilt again. Every time his hips met the back of your thighs the sticky sound of your arousal on his cock was unmistakable.

He swatted at your thigh when you began to slip from his hold, your leg wobbling free from his shoulder, “Stay put. Keep your legs up,” he grunted.

You gasped and nodded, “Yes, sir…”

Every dip of himself into you felt divine. His cock pushing into your insides and slipping into your guts repeatedly was noisy and delicious.

Harry moaned, unable to hold back how good it felt to be inside of you.

You looked up at him and saw how gone he was. His soft raspberry lips were parted and his eyes were dark as he gasped and panted. His thrusts were becoming harder and sloppier and he was breathing hard. You wanted his come.

“Need it, Harry. Give it to me…” you whispered as you brought a hand up to his jaw and he kept his eyes on you. He was shaking with desire you could feel it.

“Fuck, honey…” he groaned and clenched his jaw. He wanted to make you come first but his own emotions were getting him keyed up and he was already leaking a steady stream of pre-come into your pussy with each stroke.

He stopped his motions and sucked in a sharp breath as he lowered a hand to your clit, “Need you to come first, okay? Then I’m gonna fill your pussy like you need, baby.”

With his thumb on your clit you cooed in ecstasy. You had no idea what you were saying as you felt electricity begin to thrum through your body, winding its way around your ribs and down your spine, and into your tummy where sparks began to turn to fire as he began thrusting into you again.

“Want you to fuck your come deep into my womb. Breed my pussy, sir…” You moaned your words unable to stop it.

Harry grunted and he popped his eyes open to look down at you in shock. He knew you were on birth control and knew it was highly improbable but still, your words had him reeling and feeding his breeding kink, something that had been dormant for many years. You tended to awaken old feelings he once relished in.

And he wasn’t sure if he actually want to get you knocked up but just hearing that fed into something deep and instinctual that had been pushed down. Something primal. You had unleashed a tsunami of emotions and now this?

He began to hammer into you and your legs fell from his shoulders as he fucked himself down into you so hard you saw stars and you gurgled as you came around him, unable to voice your dirty thoughts as your pussy pulsed and squeezed around him.

“Fuck!” Harry barked loudly when he felt you come and he allowed himself to indulge in the fantasy that you’d tapped into, “Gonna knock you up. Fuck you til your all bred and full with my cock and my babies. That what you want? Stuffed full of me in every fucking way?”

Harry throbbed as he finally poured into you, pushing his cock into you as deep as he could manage, balls tucked up against your bum as he whimpered with each tight roll of his hips upward. Imagining his come seeping into you and having it stick. Getting you pregnant. Making you his forever.

He collapsed over you and slid his tongue into your mouth as you brought your arms around his back to keep him close.

Pure hedonistic, rapturous oblivion.

Your heart pounded as he kissed you and you felt him trembling in your arms just as you were in his.

You longed to speak the words you knew you felt but it wasn’t right. You’d want him to say it first. Wanted him to admit it. Wanted him to want you.

But Harry was feeling it all heavy and deeply just the same. His own longing to show you exactly what he felt and that even though he’d play off those words he spoke as he came inside of you, he meant it in a way. He’d love to see you pregnant with his babies. Have you as his own for good. Tell you what he felt deep down.

You smiled into the kiss and Harry pushed himself up to look down at you.

“Just what I needed, Harry. Always know how to make me feel so so good.” You pushed your fingers into his hair and gazed into his pretty eyes and watched as his grin widened.

“Mmm… Ditto. Need you more than just once a week, baby. I did mean that you know.”

You bit your lip and closed your eyes to let that idea sink in a bit. Harry grunted as he moved and you suddenly felt a pinch at the back of your thigh and you laughed, opening your eyes.

“Did you hear me?”

You nodded, “Yes, sir. Three times a week is what you said. That sounds like as close to perfection as I could ask for.”

Harry nudged his nose to yours and let out a soft breath, “Just want more of you, baby.”

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thezoraprince · 1 year

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Gifts - Sidon x reader

“one of my big love languages is gift giving, i also like making the gifts when i feel confident enough in my skills or customizing them when im not. another request, mostly for sidon but maybe bazz too, if giving a handmade gift. as prince, i feel like sidon would prolly never receive a handmade gift from anyone other than dento ( for obvious reasons ) or maybe mipha in the past. i think he would love it so so much. some stuff i would of making / gifting him/them would be a cape, a new cravet, hell even a friendship bracelet. i feel like it would be something uncommon for bazz as well. as captian, he prolly only got attempted "bribe gifts" or a store bought gift from his father or the brigade. ( i feel like rivan would save his cute little handmade gifts for dunma and gaddison seems a bit to involved in her work to hand make a gift for just a friend, she would certainly buy one every once n a while but making one seems to time consuming for her.) TIA <3” - @millie-berra

these boys would get so excited! and whatever you made for them, they would love and cherish it forever! :’)

i’m still working on Bazz’s (because i have NO idea what to make for this man), but i went with the friendship bracelet idea for Sidon, because we all know he’d wear it until it breaks. (hopefully i'll finish Bazz soon. i think i have an idea for it...)

enjoy <333

y/n - your name

“What’s the BEST handmade gift you’ve ever been given?”

Sidon doesn’t really know how to answer your question

“Other than the children’s little drawings, I haven’t really been given anything… handmade.”

it kind of takes you by surprise

“Really? I would think that you’d get tons of handmade gifts from people around the domain.”

‘Maybe it’s because people are too afraid to make him anything?’

he simply shrugs

and with that little bit of knowledge, you start coming up with ideas

because you HAVE to make something for him now

you spend all day thinking about what to give him

and then it comes to you

‘A friendship bracelet!’

you start collecting little charms throughout the week

and you’ve really cultivated a collection of them

you pick out the top 3 that remind you of Sidon

and then you’re working on your gift

of course you add some of your favorite gems as well

you go up to Sidon, trying so hard not to give anything away

“This is going to sound really weird, but… I need yo measure your wrist for something.”

and he lets you, though he’s extremely confused

“May I ask why?”

“It’s a… nothing! Bye! See you later!”

the bracelet doesn’t take too long to make

and when you’re done, you’re really happy with the outcome

you and Sidon plan a day to spend time together by one of the many falls around the domain

you’re both catching up

and it’s so nice

“Oh! I have something for you!”

“What?”

and you pull out a little box tied with a bow

“Open it!”

he opens the box carefully

and once he sees what’s inside, he radiates pure happiness

“Where ever did you get this?”

“I made it!”

he’s silent, blushing slightly at the sweet gesture

“You… made this?”

you nod

“The charms reminded me of you, so I couldn’t help myself. I hope you like it!”

his smile is beaming

“I LOVE IT!!”

you help him put it on

and he hugs you tightly

“Thank you so much, y/n! And, I hope you know I’m never taking it off.”

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wot-tidbits · 2 months

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Justice

Disclaimer. This post has no point to change minds. Your mind is already made up and no one will change it. This is written for the sake of my own mind.

THE GREAT HUNT

Before anyone else could move, Egwene snatched the pitcher from her washstand and smashed it into Renna's midriff. The pitcher shattered, and the sul'dam lost all her breath in a gurgling gasp and doubled over. As she fell, Egwene leaped on her with a snarl, shoving her flat, grabbing for the collar she had worn where it still lay on the floor, snapping it around the other woman's neck. With one jerk on the silver leash, Egwene pulled the bracelet from the peg and fitted it to her own wrist. Her lips were pulled back from her teeth, her eyes fixed on Renna's face with a terrible concentration. Kneeling on the sul'dam's shoulders, she pressed both hands over the woman's mouth. Renna gave a tremendous convulsion, and her eyes bulged in her face; hoarse sounds came from her throat, screams held back by Egwene's hands; her heels drummed on the floor.

“Stop it, Egwene!” Nynaeve grabbed Egwene's shoulders, pulling her off of the other woman. “Egwene, stop it! That isn't what you want!” Renna lay grayfaced and panting, staring wildly at the ceiling.

Suddenly Egwene threw herself against Nynaeve, sobbing raggedly at her breast. “She hurt me, Nynaeve. She hurt me. They all did. They hurt me, and hurt me, until I did what they wanted. I hate them. I hate them for hurting me, and I hate them because I couldn't stop them from making me do what they wanted.”

“I know,” Nynaeve said gently. She smoothed Egwene's hair. “It is all right to hate them, Egwene. It is. They deserve it. But it isn't all right to let them make you like they are.”

Seta's hands were pressed to her face. Renna touched the collar at her throat disbelievingly, with a shaking hand.

Egwene straightened, brushing her tears away quickly. “I'm not. I am not like them.” She almost clawed the bracelet off of her wrist and threw it down. “I'm not. But I wish I could kill them.”

“They deserve it.” Min was staring grimly at the two sul'dam.

“Rand would kill someone who did a thing like that,” Elayne said. She seemed to be steeling herself. “I am sure he would.”

“Perhaps they do,” Nynaeve said, “and perhaps he would. But men often mistake revenge and killing for justice. They seldom have the stomach for justice.” She had often sat in judgment with the Women's Circle. Sometimes men came before them, thinking women might give them a better hearing than the men of the Village Council, but men always thought they could sway the decision with eloquence, or pleas for mercy. The Women's Circle gave mercy where it was deserved, but justice always, and it was the Wisdom who pronounced it. She picked up the bracelet Egwene had discarded and closed it. “I would free every woman here, if I could, and destroy every last one of these. But since I cannot…” She slipped the bracelet over the same peg that held the other one, then addressed herself to the sul'dam. Not Leash Holders any longer, she told herself. “Perhaps, if you are very quiet, you will be left alone here long enough to manage to remove the collars. The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills, and it may be that you've done enough good to counterbalance the evil you have done, enough that you will be allowed to remove them. If not, you will be found, eventually. And I think whoever finds you will ask a great many questions before they remove those collars. I think perhaps you will learn at first hand the life you have given to other women. That is justice,”

When I read this chapter for first time back in 2002 as 14 years old teenager I did not make any remarkable notice for the scene. I thought that the scene is cool and the morale of the lesson being common sense and that’s why I haven’t thought any big deal about it for years and even decades.

Till last year when in my horror I witnessed that no, that insignificant scene, which is barely spoken about in the fandom because everyone agrees with what Robert Jordan is explicitly saying, is not common sense at all.

When I watched Egwene murdering Renna in TV show, I couldn’t help myself (who was disappointed so many times) that surely, this is the time when finally WoT fans will express their criticism towards that essentially wrong decision.

Robert Jordan made it clear what is his position, he explained the moral dilemma like for a toddler. And being war veteran the decision that Renna must not be murdered is essential choice for RJ and for his story.

We cannot even have different interpretations or analysis here, it is that crystal clear cut what the author wanted to say to the reader. The only difference is if you agree or deliberately choose to not agree with him. So as “the show cares about the essentials of the story” argument had strong hold among show fans, the logical conclusion was that this time going against such essential choice which truly mattered for the author, is gonna be widely received with negative response as a big No-No. *inserts clown face*

And we know the end result – the timeline was covered in constant flow of people who cheered Renna’s murder and screamed with full lungs: “SLAY, QUEEN!”. People explaining how the show did it better and how the books (and Robert Jordan) suck for not murdering Renna.

We can guess why the TV show made such drastic change as they wanted more action and more drama for the audience who they thought cannot comprehend such “complex” moral dilemma. Yeah, from unaware audience that cares only for its consummation, I can expect to not know better. But from people who claim to have read the Great Hunt and who have read the above paragraph where Robert Jordan explains in detail why such choice is disaster, to join in the cheering is bizarre sight.

Why you would support Renna’s murder? Oh, because you hate and despise the Seanchan so much, they are so evil, they deserve it, they must suffer, you want revenge for poor Egwene and you want justice.

What book have you read actually? Because it is written right there in the Great Hunt: “But men often mistake revenge and killing for justice. They seldom have the stomach for justice.”

Are you men? Do you often mistake revenge and killing for justice? Why you fulfill the exact warning that Robert Jordan was explicit about? Do you think that Robert Jordan was unaware of the option Egwene to murder Renna in revenge? Do you think that you know better than active war veteran? It speaks volumes how war veteran who has witnessed the torture, the guilt, the anger and the fear for himself and for his close comrades, who has seen enemy’s evil without the façade, chose to nail the narrative that MURDER IS NOT THE ANSWER. Robert Jordan did not paint some hypothetical scenario where he dreamt naively for better humanity. He.Was.There. He was Egwene and he still chose MURDER IS NOT THE ANSWER. Such powerful move that is barely touched in the fandom’s meta.

To choose otherwise is to spit in Robert Jordan’s face and to demand that this choice covers the essential of his story.

It is amazing for me personally because this act of disaster changed my perspective on that simple scene. I haven’t realized how important and how Robert Jordan formed me as a person. This was most certainly the first time when an author taught me that lesson which I naively thought to be basic opinion among many readers. Who would oppose the divine touch of humanity in this scene against the beast’s lust for blood and murder?

And for final note, I want to be clear. I do not attack if you choose othwerwise. You are free to not agree with Robert Jordan or myself. My disclaimer above is pretty clear that this won’t change your mind. My concern is not to change your mind but it is about the reaction and the response when I state that Renna’s murder was wrong choice made by incompetent writers. With such statement I become immediately bookcloak, I want 1 to 1 adaptation, I do not understand how adaptations work, etc. This is the true horrifying detail in the story – the people doing what is expected and what is considered to be the normal thing then to be labeled crybaby (for the mere act of understanding why this choice is important) by other people who deliberately made the choice to ignore or hate it. I have the same choice to criticize this scene as just as choosing to not agree with Robert Jordan. But somehow agreeing with Robert Jordan, agreeing with the author, is worth mocking and name calling instead. The strong hypocrisy here is much more worrying rather than having different opinions.

Let the Light keep you safe. LightOne

P.S. I make deliberate choice to use “murder” instead of “death”.

#wheel of time #wot on prime #wheel of time tv series #season 2

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twinflamin · 2 years

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Grab Somebody, drink a little more - Part 1

Mason Mount x reader

Summary: It’s your last night on your vacation in Miami and a handsome stranger wants to dance the night away with you...and be the best tour guide. Based around the (controversial) trip to Miami Mason and his friends took back in January.

Disclaimer: Bad language

You poured yourself one last small glass of rose wine. You had to take it easy with pre drinks tonight as you had all gone pretty hard all week. It was your last night out in Miami with your friends, and it had been the best vacation ever. You all had wanted to come here for the party scene for so long and it had gone up and beyond all of your expectations. You and the girls had been getting ready for another night of dancing and drinking in your shared hotel room, and your boy friends(not boyfriends) had a separate room next door. Taking another sip, you felt like the so called ‘liquid confidence’ was working a bit of magic. You thought you’d check yourself out one last time before it was time to go, so, taking your glass with you, you walked over to the large mirror covering one of the bedroom walls.

Taking in your complexion, you had glammed yourself up for the special night to come. The coastal sun from the past week had given your skin a delicious glow, and the humid air had taken to your hair and let the silky locks have a light wave to them. You had done your makeup lightly, because you knew you would just sweat it all off in the first club you go to, however, a darker eye and a glossy lip had you satisfied. And to put the look together, a mini golden dress, minimal gold jewellery, and a pair of strappy black heels. You felt feminine, yet sexy and bold, and you couldn’t wait to get out there.

“Let’s get a group photo!” one of your friends exclaimed. All grabbing your wine glasses, you posed for a selfie, pouting and posing away. Those would definitely be going straight on her Instagram. After getting the rest of the rose wine down, you felt a light buzz from the drink and you were ready to party.

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The club was crowded as you and a couple girls queued for a drink. Well when you say queued, it was more like pushing to wherever there was a gap and a bartender in sight. “What should we all get?” one of the girls asked you. “Could get some cocktails in?” I said. She smirked at me, “you read my mind girl” and she got her way to the front of the bar ready to order. I followed her lead to help and leaned against the counter, placing my hands on the marble top.

It was very loud and busy, and we were still trying to get a bartenders attention, then you felt a light push on your side. A brunette man had shuffled in the newly opened space next to you, also looking to get himself and his friends some drinks. First thing you took in though when he placed his arms up on the marble top was an expensive looking gold watch on his left wrist. He was also decorated in a pearl bracelet and a peal necklace. Covered across broad shoulders was a white t shirt and jacket, and a a simple pair of blue jeans. Also sat on top of his brown locks were a pair of black sunglasses. It was a different look but you liked it, you couldn’t imagine how much his clothes cost. Hell, you were so close to this man, he even smelt like money, as you smelt a musky but clean cologne.

“Have you been served sir?” a bartender in a black shirt asked the brunette man, not catching you and your poor friend, who had been flailing her arms around to catch his attention for the past 5 minutes. “No but these women were here before me, have you been served yet love?”. He was now looking at you for the first time, a gentle yet attractive face. “No we haven’t, could we get some cocktails please?” you addressed the bartender, “what would you like?”, “8 martini’s please”, “coming right up”, he flipped the shaker up in the air, caught it in style, and got to work.

“8 martini’s? that sounds like a fun night” the man next to you smirked, that smile had a teasing manor about it, and you wanted to play the game. “Now that would be fun if they were all for me, but I don’t think my friends would be very happy if I stole their drinks”. He chuckled to himself “That wouldn’t be great would It, I’m tempted to just keep the tray of tequila shots to myself when I order them”. You pulled a puzzled face, “I think you should spare them the pain, I hate tequila”. “How can you hate tequila It’s the best!”, you continued to pull a cringed face which made him laugh. “How about if you do one of the tequila shots, I pay for your martini’s?”. “Are you crazy? That’s way too expensive”. He shrugged and leaned in slightly, “It will be worth it if I get to share a shot with you”. You wanted to see what direction he was taking this in, he had you intrigued.

You and your friend started handing the cocktails to your friends through the crowd. You head back to the bar front to see how much you had cost the brunette. “That’s $100.71 miss” the bartender said as he started on the tequila shots. “Put those on my card too mate” the man smiled down at you, that was a huge favour for meeting someone only a few minutes ago. “That’s a lot to pay for, are you sure?” you felt guilty. “Of course I’m sure, also I didn’t catch your name love”. You wouldn’t of minded if he just called you love for the rest of the night, but you replied “It’s Y/N”, he gave a small but warm smile “Y/N, I’m Mason” offering a light handshake which you took, you both giggled at the innocence of the gesture.

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You weren’t drunk but a little tipsy was definitely a way to describe how you felt. And talking to Mason made you feel confident, you wanted to be seen by him as impressive, he made you feel almost, giddy. Your two groups of friends had now became one, and you had discovered Mason had hired out a VIP booth. You all joined them in their booth and got some more drinks in, enjoying your night. “I can’t believe we haven’t already come here this week! This club is amazing!” one of your friends shouted to the girls, clearly a little worse for wear after too many shots. One of Mason’s friends with blonde locks and a big cocky smile on his face leaned over, “We’ve been here all week, get treated like regulars now right Mase?”. Mason replied, shouting over the music “yeah know this place like the back of my hand now”. “are you gonna hang out with me? are you gonna show me around?” your friend said with a whiney voice, leaning in a little closer to Mason, a bit too close for your liking. If only she could hear herself, you thought. She really needed to get herself back to the hotel. “Course, I’m the best tour guide” said Mason.

Suddenly, your friend’s face took a turn from her bubbly self, she looked a little dazed. Before you know it, all those cocktails and shots had came back up and she had vomited across the VIP booth floor. “Fucking hell erghhh, aw for fuck’s sake come on Y/F/N !!, someone get her back to the hotel!” all your friends were yelling and some having a small laugh at the state of the party girl. “Recon you could start that tour by showing her the exit Mase?” you said coldly. He looked a little surprised by your cheeky comment, maybe gathering you didn’t like his flirty side with your friend, he wanted to see how far he could push your buttons tonight. “We’ll get her home guys don’t worry, you guys stay out and we’ll see you back at the hotel” a couple of your friends said, looking a little tired themselves so they didn’t mind. It had been a long week.

The dilemma you had now was the booth was ruined, Y/F/N had managed to bring up enough that it made even standing near the booth make you all feel ill. “Well then, strip club anyone?” Mason’s blonde haired pal spoke again. You had never been to a strip club before, and that sounded perfect for the last night in Miami. Mason’s friends agreed amongst your friends that they would book some cars to head there. Walking out of the club together, you felt a hand place on the small of your back and a head peer over your shoulder. “And our first stop on our tour is the club exit, exciting isn’t it?” Mason being cheeky again. You turned to get a look at him and rolled you eyes, still with a smirk on your face which you couldn’t take off every time he talked to you. “I really hope you’ve got some better lines than that Mason because those don’t work on me”. “Oh I’ve got plenty of better ones up my sleeve Y/N” Mason gave you a wink, “and I’m gonna have those working on you before the night is over”.

Part 2

#mason mount #mason mount fanfic #mason mount imagine #mason mount imagines #mason mount fluff #mason mount smut #miamimase

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illylli · 2 years

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Bite My Tongue (Pt. 3) | Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

→ After the successful launch of Eddie’s original DnD campaign, you convince him to take you on a late-night drive. You reveal hidden fears and hopes, and bond over your shared desires. Eddie gets too comfortable and takes things a step too far.

→ 3.5k words: including mentions of abuse, an emotional heart-to-heart, eddie singing in the car and generally being an incredible person

→ a/n: i sincerely apologise for all the heartbreak, i promise i’ll make it up to you guys in the next part ♥️

♫ mood: ‘dionne’ by the the japanese house

→ read part 1 | → read part 2

A couple weeks and countless nights spent planning in your room later, Eddie was ready to launch the Hellfire Club into the greatest DnD campaign they’d ever, and possibly would ever, play in their lives.

He had gone all out: decking the classroom they hired out bi-weekly in set pieces he’d convinced the drama department to let him borrow, along with some things he’d made himself out of a bit of cardboard and sheer determination.

The look on his friends’ faces was well worth the effort. Dustin and Mike were especially impressed, sharing a slack-jawed look, taking in the mystical elements that transformed the space into a medieval-inspired dungeon. Plastic torches flickered with fake fire; the space surrounded by cardboard castle walls accompanied by hanging plastic skeletons, the long table adorned with daggers and jewels and chalices filled with fake blood.

If anyone walked in now, it’d be near impossible to convince them DnD wasn’t satanic.

It was when all the guys had taken their seats, Eddie clearing his throat to put on his most theatrical voice as he raised his arms, when you burst in.

“Shit, sorry,” your voice hushed, and you began backing out of the door “I’ll come back when you’re done.”

Eddie dropped his arms with a wide smile, “We haven’t started yet. You wanna watch?” He walked towards you, hand sliding up the door, holding it in place, “It’s just as much your story as it is mine, you know.”

“I came to return these,” you placed your closed fist onto his palm, transferring the collection of silver rings, “You left them at my place again.”

It was becoming a habit. He had started leaving them there after he’d forgotten them that first night, on your bedside table. He figured it’d give you an excuse to come see him, if you ever needed one.

You picked up his hand, brushing a tender touch over the rose-bush cuts that had healed into white slivers on his fingers, then slid his rings on.

He raised an eyebrow at your wrist. “My bracelet.”

You clutched it to your chest. “It matches my outfit today.” It was the only piece of jewellery of his that fit, so you’d decided to steal it.

Mike cleared his throat, and Eddie flipped him off without looking away from you.

“So,” he smiled, “You’ll watch?”

Eddie had already felt giddy, knowing this was to be the first day of his campaign. But now that he had your eyes on him during it? It was like floating on a cloud of pure bliss. Every time something dramatic happened he’d glance at you, totally entranced, your elbows on your knees as you sat on the edge of your seat.

No, not seat. Throne. Because Eddie had given you the head place at the table, the omnipresent goddess of the world you’d helped him create. You were haloed in gentle light, a real-life angel blessing them with your presence.

You shared in the excitement, cheering along when someone rolled for a successful action, and hiding your face during tense encounters. During the session you teased Mike and Dustin endlessly, and Eddie could see you were close with Mike, which wasn’t surprising.

The kid kept looking to you for advice on how to progress when the road diverged into different paths. Unluckily for him, you had no stakes in the game and only wanted to pursue the decisions that would land him in the most trouble.

You’d laugh whenever your choice backfired, and Eddie could scarcely do his job as Dungeon Master because he felt his chest go all fluttery whenever he heard the sound, his breath stolen from him and steeped in your mirth.

By the time the session came to an end, he felt slightly relieved, because he wasn’t sure how long he could go on pretending in front of everyone that he wasn’t totally head over heels for you.

You stayed back to help him pack up all the décor, which he appreciated endlessly.

“I didn’t know you get super into it,” you said as you reviewed the session, “You’re really passionate.”

Eddie felt a pang of embarrassment, rubbing his neck as he replied, “Yeah, I can go a bit overboard with the voices and stuff.”

“No,” you stopped, turning to him, arms filled with the skeleton he’d stolen from the biology classroom, “No, it’s great! It makes everything feel more immersive.”

He chuckled, “You think so?”

You ducked behind the skeleton, making it wave. You put on a ghoulish voice and said “I knooooow so.” Eddie just about burst a lung as he laughed.

“Fuck, you’re precious.”

You’d never cared much for the phrase about feeling butterflies in your stomach, but when Eddie said that, his head tilted and his eyes full of adoration, you felt as though your body had become a butterfly sanctuary, fluttering wings replacing the marrow of your bones, replacing the beating of your heart.

He went back to cleaning up like nothing had transpired, but you stood there for a couple more seconds, wondering why Chance had never called you precious before.

With an extra set of hands, packing up took half the time setting up had, and Eddie was left wondering how he’d spend the evening, as it was still young by the time you’d almost finished loading up the van.

There was only really one thing left.

“You want it back?” you asked as he threaded his hand underneath the chain bracelet, fingernails scraping gently against your pulse.

Eddie shook his head. “Keep it.” It would be fair that you carried a reminder of him, since the heart in his chest was a constant reminder of you.

“Hey Munson.”

Chance’s voice startled you apart, and you felt guilty without really knowing why.

“What’re you doing here, honey?” He greeted with a kiss to the side of your head, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Just helping Eddie pack his things,” you explained, “Did you win your game?”

“Nope. We sucked. Let’s get out of here.”

A group of rowdy jocks passed by, headed by Jason. He let out a low whistle at the sight, “Mingling with the freaks now, Chance? We didn’t lose so hard that you’re looking for new friends, right?”

Chance chuckled, not noticing how tense you’d gotten next to him. Eddie could see the distress clear in your body language. You did not feel comfortable around Chance’s friends.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he replied, “C’mon, Jason’s giving us a lift.”

You rolled out of his grip, “I’m not finished yet.”

Eddie was about to interject and let you know he could handle the rest when Chance rolled his eyes and asked “You want a ride home or not?”

The impatience paired with his flaring nostrils annoyed him way too much.

“I’ve got her,” Eddie retorted, a little possessive.

Chance looked like he was about to reject the offer, but Jason called out his name, and he let it go.

“I’ll see you at your place later,” he told you, slipping back to catch up with the others.

You let out a loud sigh, rubbing your eyes with the edge of your palms.

“You okay?” Eddie asked, and you looked surprised he was asking.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

He led you to the passenger side, opening the door for you, wincing as it creaked. When he started up the van he opted for the safe option of the radio, not trusting his hands to be steady if he loaded up a cassette. It was tuned to the local alternative radio, and he tapped his fingers against the steering wheel as he drove the route to your house.

He could see out of the corner of his eye how dejected you’d become, sinking into the seat, eyes following the landscape painted in black under the moonlight as it passed by.

“You okay?” He asked again.

You sat up a bit, glancing at him. “Yeah, I just…” You played with the sleeve of your shirt, “don’t really want to go home yet.”

“You hungry?”

That turned out to be the golden question, and you soon found yourself sitting in the parking lot of a burger king, eating crappy food with a satisfied smile. Eddie spilt mustard on his Hellfire shirt, and despite rubbing at his profusely, it wasn’t going to come out without a good wash.

You almost choked on your drink as he pulled the top over his head, balling it up and throwing it into the back. He pushed up and hovered between the two front seats, the guitar pick on his necklace dangling as he searched for something to change into.

He was so close you could feel the heat of his body; smell the hint of cigarette smoke mixed with cheap cologne. You tried not to stare at his chest, but to your credit, it contained a few interesting tattoos to ogle.

Then your eyes drifted elsewhere, towards his back, and you were stunned at the scarring there, evidence of past lacerations across his spine.

He caught you looking when he sat back in the driver’s seat, a Metallica shirt in his hands. You decided not to say anything, not wanting to drudge up past trauma if he wasn’t ready.

“What do they mean?” You pointed at his tattoos, hoping he didn’t think you were staring because of anything else.

Eddie looked down at his chest, tracing his tattoos. He looked up at you with a goofy smile and said, “They don’t mean anything. They’re just cool.”

You huffed a laugh at his response, watching as he pulled the new shirt over his head. Now dressed and clean, he wrapped his hand around the handbrake, but paused, looking over to you.

“You wanna tell me what’s got you so bummed out?”

It shouldn’t have shocked you, his attention to your mood. He somehow always knew what you were feeling.

“It’s stupid,” you said, and he gave you a look that said no it’s not. “I guess I kinda feel trapped.”

Eddie turned his body to you, listening intently.

“I’ve been in Hawkins my whole life. I want to leave so badly, but Chance wants to settle down here. I know this is a horrible thing to say, but I honestly can’t think of anything worse than raising a family here. I don’t want to be relegated to some baby making machine, I want to travel and do amazing things!”

You dropped your hands from where you’d been waving them in the air to accentuate the graveness of your matter. “It’s easy for people like Chance. Highschool has given him his best years. But I’m not like that. I feel like I’ve barely even lived.”

You looked back at Eddie, a small smile on his face. “I sound like an idiot, don’t I?”

“No,” he said, pushing the handbrake down, “Put your seatbelt on. Let’s get out of here.”

‘Here’ had apparently been in reference to Hawkins, and you noticed as soon as he missed the turnoff that would bring you home. Excitement filled you, and you shared a wordless smile as Eddie got onto the highway, driving North, away from town.

There’s something about the highway late at night, most lanes empty. The darkness of the enveloping trees and the navy sky above a comfort despite their monotony as you watch it all fly past through the window. Eddie sung along quietly to the radio, and though you’d heard his voice before, you never got sick of listening to it.

Just as you thought he might never stop, the road stretching on forever, Eddie flicked his indicator to the off ramp, a big sign indicating that he was heading for Kokomo. It wasn’t anything special; a sleeping town similar to Hawkins, but at least it was somewhere new, somewhere you could watch pass by through the window and wonder about the people who lived here, and what stories they’d lived out.

Eddie had obviously never been here before either, looking down every street, slowing down at every turn to see if there was anything interesting to discover. Eventually, he pulled onto a dirt road that led to a park, and he parked the van atop a bridge. A lazy river flowed underneath it, moonlight glittering on the calm water.

The air somehow smelt fresher here, and you took a lungful, feeling cleansed when you exhaled. Eddie knelt next to the van, motioning for you to take a step up. He hoisted you onto the roof and joined you shortly, the van bouncing slightly as he settled beside you to take in the view.

“Know any constellations?” he asked, reclining onto his back to take in the sky.

You shook your head, looking up. “I don’t.”

“Then we’ll make our own.”

Eddie pointed out a collection of stars that looked like a smiley face. You struggled to point out one that looked like a dog. He said it looked more like a cat when he finally found it. His arm kept brushing yours as he gestured to the star he liked most; one that was flashing.

“It’s probably been dead for millions of years.”

Eddie popped up onto his elbows, “Is that right?”

You smiled, eager to teach him anything you could. “More than half the stars in the sky that we can see right now have probably gone supernova ages ago. Light travels pretty slowly, and because they’re so far away, their light only reaches us after they’re gone.”

He frowned, “That’s sad.”

You shrugged. “It’s just what happens. The one that’s flashing is probably going supernova, millions of years ago, but also right now.”

Eddie laid back down next to you, the edge of his pinky brushing against yours. “Like you.”

You turned your head, looking at him for an explanation.

“You’re this brilliant, amazing person, and whenever anyone looks at you all they see is light,” Eddie wondered if he was being cheesy, but he’d already begun his little spiel, so he didn’t dare stop now and keep you wondering. “I’m just worried that they’re convinced you’re fine when in reality you’ve been, and you are, breaking down.”

He was giving you an invitation to either shoot him down or give into the topic. He knew he’d managed to pull it off when you nudged his pinky, wrapping yours around his.

“It’s not their fault. I’m too good at pretending everything’s fine.”

“What’s on your mind?”

You looked back up at the stars, your eyes glassy, reflecting their shine. “Everything feels so stagnant. My job, school, my family, Chance.” You swallowed before continuing, “All I’ve ever done is work hard to make everyone happy. I know I’m lucky, and I shouldn’t complain. My parents have sacrificed so much for me, including their happiness.”

“And I know they don’t expect anything in return. All the pressure is self-enforced. But I need to be the dutiful daughter. The perfect girlfriend. The diligent student. I have a duty to be the person they need me to be. To surpass them and prove, to myself more than anyone, that all the pain and frustration was worth it. I should feel honoured, but I just feel stuck. I carry the burden of everyone’s problems and the moment I try to focus on mine, it’s like no one’s listening.”

“Hey, I’m listening.”

You turned back to him, stars trembling in your eyes.

“I’m sorry for ranting. You and Nance are the only people I feel like I can really talk to. But with Nancy, I feel like I can’t tell her everything. I don’t want her to worry. She’s been through enough.”

“Don’t ever apologise for getting things off your chest,” he reassured you.

You nodded, gifting him a small smile. “Are you doing alright?”

“Oh, I’m just peachy,” Eddie teased, “But yeah, I can definitely relate to that kind of pressure, in a different way.”

“Yeah?”

He nodded. “The part about wanting to surpass your parents, become a better person to prove that the pain was worth it? Though, I think your folks are a lot nicer than mine were.”

You’d never brought it up, but you knew there had to be a reason Eddie lived with his uncle and rarely mentioned his parents.

“Can thank my dad for the sick scars on my back,” he sat up, hugging his knees to his chest. “It was a relief when he got addicted, because uh, at least then he was too dosed up to give a shit. That’s why I'm always careful when I get high. Don’t wanna end up like a zombie, like he did. And I owe it to my uncle to be a better person.” He picked at the tears in the knees of his jeans. “I understand how it gets tiring, trying to do right by those who’ve supported you, especially when they can’t really understand you. At the end of the day that’s all anyone wants, right? To be understood.”

“Not loved?”

Eddie shook his head, “Nah. Anyone can love you. But love feels different when it comes from someone who really knows you. Someone who sees all the bad as well as the good, and still wants you.

You sat up then, and slowly pushed your hand up his shirt. Eddie’s eyes met yours as you felt the raised flesh of his back, valleys of suffering he had kept hidden right beneath the surface.

Moving your legs, you slid up behind him, wrapping him up in your arms as you pressed a kiss to his back. Eddie sunk into your embrace, feeling deeply safe and secure.

“I promise,” he spoke, and you could feel the reverberations of his chest, “We’re going to get out of Hawkins. I’ll buy an old camper or something, do it up reeeeal nice. You can write while we’re on the road, and I’ll play a few gigs, and when we get sick of it we’ll leave it at the airport and fly away to wherever you want.”

“Eddie.” There was a warning in your tone. Fantasies at a time like this weren’t going to help.

“Even if we do stay trapped in Hawkins for the rest of our lives,” he reached up and squeezed your hand, “I’m glad I’m trapped with you.”

He was baring his heart to you now, bleeding and on a silver platter. You wished he was the answer to all your problems. What you would have given to tell him you wanted him to take you away forever.

But reality was still only a 50-minute drive away, and it wasn’t going to go away. You had a Chance waiting for you, and you had to remain loyal to the man who had fallen for you a year ago, because you’d chosen him. Even though your heart ached for Eddie, and over the past few weeks it had become impossible to ignore the fact that you wanted him more than anything.

You’d just gotten too used to ignoring what you wanted in order to provide what other people needed from you.

“(Y/n)?”

You moved away from him, swinging your legs over the edge of the van’s roof. Eddie knew then he’d fucked up. He’d revealed too much, and you saw him for the reject he was. Or worse: you truly did care about him, but had realised his feelings for you were a lot deeper, and now he was just another person pressuring you to be someone he needed, when it wasn’t what you wanted.

He bit down on his tongue, wishing he could take back the last few minutes, rewind to when he was in your arms.

“Should get you home before your folks start worrying.”

“Yeah,” you wiped at your face, like you were crying. You were. “Good idea.”

The radio filled the silence on the way home, playing dionne warwick’s ‘walk on by’. You watched the roads become familiar again with tears in your eyes, and you felt like you were suffocating despite breathing just fine.

Chance was waiting by your front door as Eddie pulled up, his arms crossed as he saw the van. Eddie could see that your cheeks were wet in the reflection of the glass. He wanted to reach out, to comfort you in some way, but by the time he’d worked up the nerve you had already opened and closed the door, making your way to your boyfriend.

He couldn’t hear, but he saw the start of an argument brewing like a storm as you walked into the front door with your head hung low.

Eddie pressed his forehead to the steering wheel, simply breathing, trying to think of nothing. When he lifted his head, the light was on in your room, and though he’d been in there dozen times by now, the place now looked foreign to him.

Forbidden.

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clubwnderland · 6 months

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⤷⋆⋆ 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝑼𝒑𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆 ♡

Halloween is one of the busiest nights of the year for me, sometimes I get summoned several times just because some kids found something on the internet and they want to try it. Hopefully nobody decides to do that tonight because I'm heading out and would actually like to do so without being summoned into some weird ass bedroom with 3 goth teenagers looking like they've won the lotto

The demon arrives at the forest, Halloween starting to get into full swing as the night starts and Johnny stares at the bracelet he wears, wondering how well it'll work. The witches spelled it for him, almost like a dampener, a way to keep him from being summoned at any moments notice. They said it won't last forever but it should at least give him a few hours before it loses its power.

"Hey~," he says when he finds Minsun in an outfit that he had left for her, "you look sexy."

"Are you wanting to have sex?" She tilts her head, hands on the button of her shirt while Johnny laughs, grabbing her hands and keeping her from undressing, "why are you stopping me? You never stopped me before."

It's funny how she processes things, how she interprets and understands the world they are in. Johnny just lowers her hands and leans forward to give her a kiss. "I'll take you up on that offer later sugar but right now, we actually have to go somewhere." He grins, running his hand through his soft locks and taking off his jacket, wrapping it over her shoulders. He had forgotten to get her more suitable clothing for winter since he's unsure whether she actually needs them or not but at least this way - he looks good for giving it up.

Minsun is still confused as Johnny takes her hand and teleports them out of her forest to the entrance of another that is within the city. He holds her hand, both to keep her close and because that's what you do on dates.

Not that either of them would call this a date.

He walks forward but halts when Minsun's hand tightens slightly, the tension clear on her face as she stares at the big neon sign at the forest. "It feels... strange." She says, hesitant to go deeper so Johnny moves them out of the way so he can talk to her.

"Trust me, okay?" Johnny says, voice softer than usual as he looks into her eyes and tries to get her to work with him. He knows that she'll be okay, that its the new introduction to an energy that she hasn't experienced before but he needs her to follow him. "We can take it slow, you'll be alright."

They make their way into the forest, her eyes widening as she sees all the lights in the trees, painting them in colours that aren't like their usual shades of greens. There are sounds, birds that are most certainly asleep, calling through the tree tops and making her whip her head in different directions like they are calling out to her.

Johnny keeps her close, tightening his hold on her hand so that she can't run off and touch things that she shouldn't be touching. "C'mon now sugar, what have I said about touching stuff that isn't ours?" Her fingers hover over a light that is casting a crimson red onto some white lilies.

"It feels..." there's a soft gasp as the colour changes to pink, "oh! It changed?"

"They do that, sugar, c'mon, you haven’t seen anything yet~.” He tugs gently so Minsun is pulled away from the light and brought deeper into forest.

When Johnny thought that Minsun would love the light displays, he didn't realise how much she would love it. It's like taking a child to one of these things with the way she needed to touch and inspect everything. There are displays hung in the trees and they would have to stand there and watch them until they had done a full rotation, if she heard songs coming from a different direction, Johnny is basically being dragged against the flow while she searches for it.

Somewhere along the way, they had been given a map that had all the displays and interactive exhibits throughout the forest and Minsun walks, looking at the paper in her hand while Johnny keeps her from walking into people.

"Sugar, head up. There's people here." He mutters as he pulls her out of the way of a couple walking towards them.

Channie and Jongin.

"Yo, you're here?" Jongin says, looking at Minsun with a furrowed brow, confused. "Is she okay?"

Minsun has the map upside down, tilting her head this way and that to try and read it and Johnny sighs, taking the map from her since he's sure they are heading in the right direction. "She's new to all of this."

"I want to see the butterflies."

Channie excitedly points in the direction they are heading, "there's a butterfly enclosure but there's also this firefly display. It sounds like you're deep in the forest and nobody is around!"

"This does not sound like the forest's heart." She says, not knowing what Channie means and the wolf blinks a few times before the other males give each other a glance.

"Well, we'll be off," Jongin waves and Johnny nods.

"Yeah, see ya." They awkwardly pull their partners away and Minsun looks at Johnny, wondering about the expression on his face because she's never seen it before. "Don't worry sugar, it was just unexpected, that's all." He says, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and holding her close while they get closer to the butterflies.

The exhibit she had been most excited about since she saw the map.

The way her eyes light up at the sight of the butterflies makes it look like she's come alive despite the way she's been all night. The creatures flutter around the enclosure as Minsun holds out her hands and they come to rest in her palms.

"Look," she says, showing Johnny the butterflies before they fly out of her hands and around the enclosure again. "Aren't they beautiful?"

It's a moment, a fleeting moment that goes as quickly as it comes but he has a soft smile on his face as Minsun dances around the enclosure, butterflies sometimes coming to rest on her as she does before leaving again. She looks so free. He notices that whenever they are in the forest after being out in the city, so free and full of life and in that moment he knows that if anyone is to dare harm her - he would end them.

As he's thinking that, a slight tug comes from the back of his mind, indicating that someone is summoning him. He clicks his tongue softly, looking at the bracelet's glow ebbing as the magic goes dormant once more. "Fucking humans," he mutters before giving his attention to Minsun, who is in her own world.

Johnny doesn't want to rush the night, he doesn't want to ruin the fun they are having but he is also aware that he may be pulled away at any moment and he doesn't want to leave her alone.

"Sugar," he says, holding out his hand for her to come to him and waits until she does so. "How about I bring you back here again another time? There's people waiting to come in so we should share the butterflies with them, shouldn't we?"

Minsun notices the humans waiting outside, children with their face to the wire and watching the woman in awe. "They don't deserve them." She says and Johnny nods, agreeing but there's nothing much they can do about that right now.

"Next time," he leans close to whisper in her ear, a grin slowly spreading on his lips as he knows that she wouldn't say no to this. "We'll set them free, what do you say?"

"We can do that?" She asks before nodding her head along with Johnny. "I would like that."

Chuckling, he takes her hand and leads her towards the firefly display, "I know, sugar. Oh, do I know~."

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mizufae · 1 year

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abelia for the ask game!

Abelia - do you have a particular piece of jewelry you always wear or can’t part with?

First of all, I didn’t know what abelia was and it turns out they are those evergreen bushes in designed landscapes that get little star shaped flowers and I’m always like “what are those???” And now I know so hey, that’s something I’ve currently learned!

Anyway. I have a bunch of jewelry I would be really upset to lose, but nothing I always wear. I did go through phases where I wore the same pendant necklaces all the time even in the shower for a few years, only swapping them seasonally or for special occasions. I used to be a watch wearing person but once I succumbed to the ubiquity of cell phones and my old watch died I haven’t gotten a new one. When I think of my jewelry collection and try to pick the pieces I would be devastated not having anymore, there are only maybe a dozen, and most of them are heirlooms. My family is partially Jewish old money so we have been passing some things down since our mothers sewed gems into the lining of their fur coats on the boats to America before WWII. I don’t have any of those because my mom still has them but I have some things from my great grandma that I never wear and would never sell but if I lost them my ancestors would rise from the grave and harass me like I’m in Fiddler on the Roof.

I have a too-long string of beautiful Hawaiian black pearls that my aunt got when she lived in Kauai and were given to me after she died way too young. There’s the tiny gold heart shaped locket with a diamond chip on the front that my grandma gave me when I was only about three and I could put it on a chain that fits me but I don’t want to. There’s the elegant string of graduated petite pearls that my evil grandmother got me when I turned 30 and is probably the only time she gave me a gift that wasn’t snide in some way. I have a whole little pile of earrings from my older cousin who I was obsessed with as a little kid, they are all eighties-tacular, with colorful metal hearts and stars and moons with more smaller ones dangling from the larger ones, which I often wear to cons and parties and always get compliments on. My (non evil) grandma also left me her collection of cloisonné enamel pins, I have two gorgeous butterflies, a frog, a fish, a ship and an elephant in shades of green and cerulean and gold plate. I have her mother of pearl carved pendant that has delicate scenes of Chinese landscapes on each side. I have the pink Venetian glass circle my grandfather brought back from Italy for me, and Grandma’s jade bracelet made of cream, evergreen, and peach colored beads. There is the rainbow glass and silver bracelet my childhood best friend gave me as a birthday present after we moved away from each other that goes with literally every outfit I assemble. I think that’s all but two of the ones I would be devastated to lose.

The other two are the ones I thought of immediately when I read the question.

When I turned 21 my parents gave me a present. They knew I was going through a lot of complicated stuff and struggling and they know I’ve always hated diamonds and always had mixed feelings about gender, but in my family 21 is the age that typically girls are given a gift that is something that can become an heirloom. Like a really nice diamond necklace or a big fuck off cocktail ring or something to like, wear to a cotillion or whatever the fuck old timey people did, you know? My parents knew I was not about that life. They also knew that despite my coloring pointing to silver looking the “best” on me I’ve always preferred gold and copper and brass. So if they didn’t know me at all they would have given me like, a silver diamond tennis bracelet, and I was dreading it.

But my parents came to visit me at college and I was in their hotel room and my mom pulled out a jewelry case, and she said “I remembered how much you always liked my fire opal ring, and you’re really an adult now, and we trust you to take care of nice things, and you don’t wear rings, so we found this for you. If you don’t like it we can return it and get something else, okay? Or just money.” And in that box was a nice gold chain with an opal pendant. It’s simple, oval, about two inches tall and an inch across, with an incredible rainbow flash with fire orange at the top and a beautiful spectrum of blues and greens inside a creamy flecked stone. The setting is simple and modern, and it’s gold, and I’ve worn it to almost every wedding and formal special occasion ever since. It doesn’t catch on my clothes or hair, it’s just the right length, it feels so nice to hold. The clasp of the pendant clips open and closed so I can put it on different chains really easily or convert it to another piece of jewelry like a pin or earring very simply.

The thing about opals is that although I love them, they are fragile. You can’t get them wet or greasy, they are hard to clean, they can shatter and chip. My parents trusted me with something that was an embodiment of my personal and atypical taste, worth a truly significant amount of money, and something fragile, that I’ll have to care for in a particular way for the rest of my life. And they also gave it to me with no expectation of me accepting or even liking it, but trying their best. So it means a lot and if I ever have to board a boat for another country with valuables sewn into my clothing, it’s the first thing I’m sewing in.

The second one is a blue moonstone pendant in a silver setting I bought from a jewelry booth at my town’s summer festival when I was fifteen for like ten bucks. It’s what I would often wear for months at a time. It’s the birthstone of the boy I was in love with for years, but I loved him in the wrong way. It became kind of a talisman for me about, like, anhedonia. Anhedonia is the inability to feel pleasure and I’ve struggled with depression since I was eleven years old. I think that I bought the necklace not to express my obsession with the boy so much as to be able to hold on to something physical to remind myself that I’m capable of happy feelings. Because just being around him when he was happy, being able to share the things he liked or bring him something new he enjoyed, that made me so joyful. Like yes I also wanted to kiss his face off and live happily ever after but in retrospect what I really wanted was to always feel about life how I felt about life when I was around him. He couldn’t ever love me back the way I thought I wanted him to. If only we’d been able to see what was happening from a distance. We were best friends for a few years but too many of those were tainted by my unrequited feelings and his conflict between wanting to make me happy, hating himself, and being afraid of expressing what was wrong for fear of hurting everyone. So I still wear my simple blue stone necklace all the time because it’s like blue jeans and goes with all my clothes, but even at almost forty I will sometimes hold it, and think, we were two people going through almost the same thing, but I had someone who broke through my anhedonia, and he didn’t. We could have been such better friends. We could have helped each other so much more. I could have let go of my obsession and still loved his presence in my life, and he would have been free of the burden I unduly laid on his teenaged back. And maybe he would still be in my life. Maybe I would have been someone he could have reached out to. Never, ever, ever, give the key to your happiness to anyone but yourself. I bought that necklace because it was a pretty color with a little flash, and it reminded me of feeling happiness when I was surrounded by funnel cakes and fireworks and felt almost nothing. When I piled all those other symbols onto it, I heaped them onto someone who didn’t ask for them, without even talking about it, who could never have carried those symbols the way I wanted. It’s just a cheap stone on a simple chain, and I can love it, but I can’t expect anything more from it.

Anyway that got long. Here’s a picture of the cloisonné frog and butterflies!

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multistoty · 1 year

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Hope knew that she had scared Klaus slightly with her entrance which was why she had apologized originally. All the adults in her family seemed to be battle ready at the drop of the hat. She had cried for what felt like hours worrying about her dreams. The tribrid wasn’t exactly certain about who had taken her dad away for the last few years, but he had shown that he would keep her safe from all the bad things. It was easy for her to see that he thought himself some sort of monster. It was only that she knew better. No one who could love so fully could ever be truly evil. If he wanted to play villain, she would just have to follow and pull him back to the light. He was the moon glimmering at her lake and pulling the tide towards him. The auburn haired seven year old noticed absentmindedly that her drawing was slightly smooshed in her hands though her father never seemed to mind anything like that. The Mikealson witch felt like the most beautiful and talented person under the bright gaze of his vivid blue eyes that made hers their echo. The hour was late for sure. Elijah was usually walking the halls by now or talking with her dad. Maybe it was the unnatural silence that had truly unnerved the seven year old. Her two stuffed animals were pressed tightly in her hands as sweat made her pajamas stick to her skin. Sleep clouding her excited gaze as she took him in. She didn’t have to be told twice letting her bunny slippers find a home in the dark area next to his bed. Depositing her stuffed wolf and the rabbit Elijah had given her as a child like body guards on the bed between them. She never slept without them. Grandma mary had given her the wolf though hadn’t much liked it when she named it after her dad and insisted on hugging it every night until he returned. Then it just became another friend and picture of his love just as the bunny had been. She was still new to this situation with her dad and hadn’t wanted to overwhelm him or make him feel bad. She’d even tried to bother her mother instead but the door was locked and Elijah’s snores courted her. She knew that nothing would put her at ease until Klaus came into view. It was clear that he felt bad about missing things and she didn’t want to make that any worse. It had all been a boy overwhelming. The family had been her and her mom with ocassional entrances of Grandma Mary. It had doubled even tripled again since then. “I need you to lift me up. Unfortunately, I am still short. It’s a drawing of us wolves. We haven’t had many things in the farm house because we have been in hiding though you have even less. When mom said that she was coming back with you, I knew that you wouldn’t have any pictures of us either. So I made one. I’m not nearly as good as you, of course. It’s still scary sometimes. I know that we are hiding from someone and it’s why I have to wear my bracelet or mom had to leave me with grandma mary. I was smart enough to know those coffins must be the people who mom told stories about. Even uncle Elijah, I’m not sure if he likes me very much. He doesn’t really smile ever. You will always be here. Always and forever? I know we aren’t supposed to hate people, but I hate them. I don’t think they knew how much I would love you.”

@hybrid-royalty

#old starter but basically hope has a nightmare #ive not written in tvd for a couple months

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im-no-jedi · 2 years

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MLWTBB: My Friends Bolo & Ketch

aka the (continued) journey into my self insert nonsense✨

notes: this is a continuation of my story, “My Life With The Bad Batch”; I highly recommend reading that first before this one! I created a few new planets for this story. I’m also not 100% versed in SW terminology, so forgive me if some things are labeled incorrectly! each chapter will be rated accordingly, as opposed to the overall fic. lastly, there is romance in this story. hope you enjoy! 💙

add. notes: this chapter was edited and proofread by my sis @jam-n-ham! thanks sis!! 😋💙 also, in the future, all my stories will have summaries before each chapter (because I honestly hate when fics don’t have summaries so idk why I haven’t done any for my own stories until now... oh well 😆)

Chapter 6 (final), 4400+ words, rated G (not a single bad thing in this one 💙)

previous chapters: Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5

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The day was finally almost over. It had been nearly two hours since Bolo and Ketch left Hannah inside The Krag’s place, and the sun was mere minutes away from fully setting. The entire time they’d been waiting outside, Bolo and Ketch were trying to figure out what they should do. Hannah had told them to go back to Cid’s if she wasn’t out by sunset, but neither of them felt ok doing that. They didn’t want to disrespect Hannah’s wishes, but they’d also made that promise to Cid to bring Hannah back safely. They didn’t know what to do.

Unsurprisingly, a good portion of their time was spent arguing about which course of action to take. Although they both seemed to mostly be on the same page about things, their lack of communication skills resulted in unnecessary disagreements between them, per the norm. At one point, Bolo almost took the landspeeder for himself to leave Ketch there on his own out of spite. He couldn’t go through with it though. He couldn’t leave his friends behind, although he only admitted to staying for Hannah’s sake. Ketch was able to at least agree with that as well.

It was then that both of them realized how utterly useless they felt. All day, Hannah had been the one doing all the important stuff, even though they had been the ones to break the jukebox in the first place. Yes, Ketch had given up his mom’s bracelet as a trade and Bolo had expertly navigated them to The Krag’s place in the landspeeder, but that paled in comparison to everything Hannah had done. Especially now that she was stuck in The Krag’s place for who knows how long.

If only they were a couple of highly trained super soldiers like her Clone friends.

With only a small sliver of sunlight now left in the sky, Bolo and Ketch were at their wits end. They’d spent so much time bickering and worrying that the day had gotten away from them. But their resolve hadn’t changed. They still wanted to return to Cid’s with Hannah in tow, not leave her stuck in some crime lord’s secret mountain hideaway. But what could they do? They weren’t super soldiers like the Bad Batch; they weren’t even that great at playing the arcade games in Cid’s parlor. They had to do something though.

Suddenly, a loud noise caught their attentions. It was still deathly quiet in the valley, so it was easy to ascertain both what the sound was and where it came from.

It sounded like a scream. And it sounded like it came from inside the building.

Bolo and Ketch began to panic. There was no question in their minds about who had just screamed. But again, what could they do?

At that point, it didn’t matter. They may not have been super soldiers, but at the very least, they needed to know what was going on. And if they needed to do something crazy to get Hannah out of there... well, they would cross that bridge when they got to it. At the moment, it was difficult enough just figuring out how to get the kriffing door open.

Some quick searching allowed Bolo to find a few tools left in the back of the landspeeder which might help. He wedged a long metal rod into the side of the door, with Ketch helping to get it positioned right. Using as much strength as they both possessed, they began pulling the rod in an attempt to wedge the door open. It seemed to not be doing anything at first, but after a few seconds of hard tugging on the rod, the door slid open effortlessly, causing Bolo and Ketch to fall hard onto their backs.

Another scream, this one louder than before. Bolo and Ketch scrambled to their feet and quickly shoved their way through the doorframe at the same time. Nobody was in the main foyer, but they could see light and movement in the back room. There was also quite a bit of shouting and screaming coming from back there.

Gathering all the courage they could muster, Bolo and Ketch quickly made their way into the back, bracing themselves for whatever terrible things they might encounter back there.

What they found shocked them more than anything else they’d seen that day.

Hannah was screaming again. But not out of fear or pain. It seemed to be joyful, almost manic, and she was doing some sort of happy dance in front of The Krag’s desk. The Krag meanwhile was semi-hunched over the desk and shaking his head in disbelief. There appeared to be some small rectangular objects scattered across the desk; both Hannah and The Krag were holding some of them as well.

“Yes!!” Hannah loudly proclaimed as she threw her hands into the air with another maniacal laugh. “Another victory for me!!”

“A’right, a’right,” The Krag said, waving a hand to calm her down. “I admit, dat was a good one dat time. Ya still only beat me two times outta ten though, girlie.” It was obvious he was trying to hide his pride by the slight smirk growing on his face.

“Which is two more times than I thought I would get!” Hannah responded with another laugh. She then noticed Bolo and Ketch behind her and made a surprised noise. “Oh, hey guys! Is it sundown already?”

Bolo and Ketch didn’t respond at first; they were still too shocked at what was going on.

“What?” Hannah asked, noticing their shocked expressions. Then in an exaggerated coy tone, she added, “Oh, were you guys worried about me?”

“You were in here for two hours!” Bolo exclaimed, flailing his arms.

“And we heard you screaming!” Ketch exclaimed, also flailing his arms.

Hannah laughed again. “Oh, I’m sorry! I guess we were being a bit loud, huh? And it did not feel like we were playing for that long, my goodness.”

“I told ya dis game was addictin’,” The Krag stated with a chuckle.

“Game?!” Bolo and Ketch exclaimed. It was then they both realized the rectangles on the desk were very reminiscent of a set of playing cards Cid had let them use once.

“Oh my gosh, it’s so fun,” Hannah said, placing her cards onto the rest of the pile. “I’ll have to teach you guys how to play some time! I probably won’t teach it as good as you though, Krag.” She reached over the desk and patted The Krag’s arm with a big smile on her face.

“Oh puhlease,” The Krag responded, placing one of his hands on top of Hannah’s. “Ya don’ give yaself enough credit, sunshine. I told ya, ya got a smaht head on ya shouldahs. Don’ let nobody tell ya any diff’rent just cause ya pretty.”

Hannah began giggling and hid her face with her free hand out of embarrassment. “Dude, come on, now you’re just teasing.”

Bolo and Ketch still couldn’t believe what they were seeing, their jaws still practically on the floor.

“Well,” The Krag said, pushing himself out of his chair with a grunt. “I guess I gotta let ya go now den. Ya more den earned dat radio, dat’s fo’ sure.” He pushed a button on his desk, and a few seconds later, what looked like an oversized version of a mouse droid came rolling out into the room with the radio sitting on top of it.

Hannah seemed to get excited again and practically hopped over to the droid to fetch the radio from its head. “Thanks, Squeaky!” she said as she patted the droid, who made a loud squeaking noise in response before rolling away again.

“Well, I ain’t gonna lie, Miss Hannah,” The Krag said as he walked up to her. “It ain’t gonna be as much fun around heah witout ya.”

“Aww, don’t worry, buddy,” Hannah replied, patting one of his arms again. “I promise I’ll be back on my next day off, like I said before. No way I’m gonna miss Game Night from now on.”

“Ya better not!” The Krag said with a boisterous chuckle. “Oh, an’ don’ faget ta bring ya little friend wit ya either. I’m curious ta see if she’s as good at playin’ games as ya say.”

“Trust me,” Hannah said, shaking her head. “Literally no one will impress you as much as Omega, I guarantee that.”

The Krag gave another chuckle and said he would just have to trust Hannah’s judgment on that. Then he turned to Bolo and Ketch and told them to make sure they got Hannah safely back to Cid’s or he would personally put them on display with all of his other novelties. Their nervous responses prompted Hannah to reassure The Krag that he didn’t have to worry, she trusted Bolo and Ketch to take care of her, like they had been doing all day. The Krag made a comment about how Hannah was way too nice for her own good, to which she responded that she wouldn’t even be there if that were true.

“And believe it or not, I can be mean if I need to be,” Hannah added confidently.

Bolo and Ketch didn’t even hesitate to agree with that statement.

The last thing that happened before The Krag sent them on their way was him beckoning Hannah to give him a “squidge”, which Hannah happily complied with by giving him a big hug around his rotund waist. As The Krag returned the hug with all four of his arms wrapped around Hannah, he leaned down a bit closer and in a soft voice told her to “tell Cid that Perd gives his regards.” Hannah gave him a curious look and smiled, promising him that she would make sure to do exactly that as she gave him a playful wink.

Once they were back outside, Bolo and Ketch began bombarding Hannah with questions about what exactly had happened after they’d left. She began retelling the whole experience as they drove back into the city in Master Gildish’s landspeeder. It honestly wasn’t that exciting. Apparently, Hannah’s simple act of humility had been enough to convince The Krag that she was a trustworthy patron, as well as show him that there was still some kindness left in the galaxy that he had sorely been searching for.

“Turns out he was just a lonely guy who needed some company,” Hannah stated with a shrug. “Although do not tell him I said that.” She laughed about it, but Bolo and Ketch questioned if she was actually joking or not.

Hannah also told them that The Krag had his own little circle of “friends”, much like Cid, who he often did business with, which was why he had so many rare items in his place. She had jokingly told him about the lightsaber thing, and he actually said he might be able to get one for her, but she was pretty sure that was a joke. At least, she told him not to take it seriously; there was no way she’d ever be able to use one practically.

“I’m not a Jedi, after all,” she said with a hardy laugh. Bolo and Ketch laughed along with her, but oddly enough, they also once again questioned how serious she was being. They didn’t put too much thought into it though. Like they did with most things.

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Several days had passed since the Bad Batch had left on their mission to Ryloth. Their time there ended up being a bit longer than they’d originally told Hannah, but there was no way any of them could’ve predicted the scenario they’d gotten themselves into on Ryloth either. At least Omega now had a fun story to tell once they saw Hannah again. She greatly enjoyed relaying details of their missions to her friend, and this one was definitely no exception. She only wished her newest friend could’ve stuck around a bit longer so Hannah had a chance to meet her. Maybe they would get a chance to meet some other time.

It was getting a bit later in the day, but that didn’t dissuade any of them from wanting to go to Cid’s parlor. None of them wanted to admit it, save for Omega, but they all wanted to check on Hannah to see how she was doing. They all still felt bad for leaving her behind with all of the work she had to do and hoped that she had managed ok without them there to fully help her.

“I’m sure she’s fine,” Omega said without a smidge of doubt. “She knows how to take care of herself, after all.”

None of the others could disagree with that. But that didn’t change their feelings either.

As they approached the parlor, Hunter got an inquisitive look on his face. Omega noticed and asked what was up. Hunter’s response was that it sounded like there was some sort of ruckus going on inside the parlor. As a joke, Echo said it was probably Bolo and Ketch causing some sort of trouble again, but Hunter still told everybody to be cautious as they all descended the stairs. The shouting could easily be heard by the rest of them now, and they wondered what could possibly be waiting for them in the parlor.

The source of the ruckus was immediately discovered upon arrival. Sitting around one of the game tables was a group of people loudly shouting in excitement and having some sort of discussion. Cid was there, along with Bolo, Ketch, and two people that none of the Bad Batch recognized. And standing with her back turned to all of them was Hannah, who threw her head back with one of her signature boisterous laughs.

“Awwww,” Wrecker groaned out loud. “Did they throw a party without us?”

His voice apparently caught Hannah’s attention, and her face broke out into a massive smile at seeing the Clones again. She quickly said something to Cid before gleefully hopping over to her friends, still keeping the smile plastered on her face.

“Hey guys!” Hannah happily exclaimed. “You’re finally back!” Her arms extended out towards Omega, who promptly came over and gave her a big hug.

“Sorry we were gone so long,” Omega said to her. “We had some... stuff to deal with.”

“Oh?” Hannah looked at Omega curiously, then up at Hunter with an eyebrow cocked.

Hunter began rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly and replied, “Yeah, Omega can tell you the whole story later.”

Echo then asked how Hannah had managed while they were gone, and she told them all she was perfectly fine. She had her own little bout of... stuff to deal with as well, but she could relay the whole story to Omega later.

“So you successfully dealt with the pile we left you with then?” Tech inquired.

“Oh yeah, that,” Hannah responded with a laugh. “Yeah, that was nothing. Bolo and Ketch helped me finish dealing with the rest of it.”

All five of the Clones looked at Hannah with shock, then looked over at Bolo and Ketch. They were still sitting at the table in conversation with the others. It was the first time the Clones had seen the two of them not at one of the game machines or in a fight with each other. An unusual sight, but not an unpleasant one either.

Then Wrecker suddenly let out a yelp, which spooked the others.

“Sorry!” came a voice from behind him. A yellow female Cathar came stepping out and stood next to Hannah. “I just couldn’t get over how big you are.”

Wrecker immediately became both bashful and proud from the statement.

“So these are your infamous friends, huh?” The Cathar asked Hannah. After getting a nod in response, she took a big whiff of the air around all of the Clones and broke out into a coughing fit. “Holy moly, that is pungent! You weren’t kidding when you said they were a giant mess.”

“Sash!” Hannah exclaimed, barely holding back a laugh.

“Lemme see here...” Sash began looking over each of the Clones, much to their discretion. “Mm-hmm, yup, you guys are definitely soldier worthy, I can tell just by lookin’ atcha!”

“Well, I’m glad we cleared that up,” Echo replied sarcastically.

Sash nodded proudly at him before leaning towards Hannah. “So which one’s your boyfriend?”

“What?!” Hannah exclaimed as her face quickly began to turn red.

“Wait, hang on, lemme guess...” Sash took another whiff around each of the boys, with each of them curiously watching her do so. She stopped when she got to Hunter and took an extra whiff, which made him nearly take a step back. “It’s you, isn’t it?” she asked, getting uncomfortably close to Hunter’s face.

“Uhh...” Hunter’s face also began to turn red, and he slowly turned away from Sash’s gaze.

Then, with a yelp, Sash was promptly yanked away at the shoulders by Hannah. “Alright, that’s enough, stop harassing my friends please!” She gave Sash a shove back towards the table with a loud huff.

Sash waved as she sauntered back to the game table, saying, “Ok bye, it was nice meeting you, The Bad Batch!”

It was quiet for a moment before Echo said to Hannah, “Man, you meet the weirdest people when we’re not around.”

Hannah nodded and her eyes slowly began to bug out. “You have no idea...”

Then Omega suddenly let out a small gasp. “Well hello, little guy!” A small droid shaped like a pair of goggles with two feet was near her, looking up at her curiously. She crouched down next to it and began to pat its head, which caused it to chirp happily.

“Interesting,” Tech said, also crouching down next to the small droid. “I don’t think I’ve come across a BD unit like this before. Whoever owns this small fellow is a lucky person indeed.”

“Buddy!” A voice came shouting from the direction of the table. An architect droid with mismatched limbs began approaching the group in an irritated state. “How many times do I have to tell you to not bother the weirdos who come in here?”

“Excuse me?” Tech stood up and adjusted his goggles in annoyance. Then his eyes suddenly went wide, and he nearly lurched back in shock. “You... you’re an architect droid!”

“And you’re a Clone,” the architect droid dryly replied. “What of it?”

Without another word, Tech began curiously examining the architect droid, with Hannah giggling the entire time.

“Amazing...” Tech could barely contain his enthusiasm as he spoke. “Droids like this have rarely been seen outside of the temples on Coruscant. It was believed they were all destroyed after the Jedi were wiped out. And this one has modifications the likes I’ve never seen before. Absolutely fascinating...”

The architect droid scoffed and said, “You must be my competition. Or one of them, at least. I thought maybe the cyborg would be more of an issue, but you’re definitely the one I need to keep an eye out for.”

Hannah laughed nervously and placed a hand on the architect droid’s shoulder. “It’s fine, Master Gildish, you don’t need to worry about either of them. Like I said before.”

Tech suddenly stepped closer to Master Gildish, which prompted the droid to take a step back. “You must tell me who is responsible for these modifications. I wish to try and replicate them for myself, if possible.”

Master Gildish let out a forced laugh. “I’m responsible for my own modifications, Clone. And you wish you could do work as good as this.” He held out his left arm, which looked like a protocol droid, and like a magic trick, his hand suddenly disappeared into the arm and was replaced with a scomp almost identical to Echo’s. Tech’s eyes began to sparkle with bewilderment, as well as Omega, who now had Buddy held in her tiny arms.

Echo came up to Hannah and said in a hushed tone, “Ok, I was a bit worried about him at first, but this guy actually has my respect now. Also, I need an arm like that.”

Hannah’s snickers couldn’t be contained from hearing that.

Another presence suddenly came up behind Hannah, and she turned to see Cid standing with her arms crossed. “Good to see you all gettin' to know each other,” Cid said with just a hint of sarcasm. She turned to Hunter and said, “You better be careful, Bandana. You skip town too long again and Red’s gonna replace you all with these lunatics.”

“Cid!” Hannah exclaimed. “That’s not gonna happen. Not in a million years.” She smiled at Hunter, who smiled back at her.

“Oh?” Cid responded. “So how’s that explain why you had ol’ Gildish here fix the jukebox instead of Goggles?”

Hannah groaned and shook her head. “That has nothing to do with this... also, you’re the one who wanted it fixed as soon as possible. If anything, you should be grateful the Master likes me so much.” A smug smile spread across her lips, which caused Cid to roll her eyes.

“Too much, if you ask me,” Cid retorted. “I don’t blame him though. You’ve got that effect on people, Red. You and Tiny both.” She shot a glance down towards Omega, and Hannah did the same. The small girl still had Buddy in her arms and noticed she was being watched. The smiles on Cid and Hannah’s faces prompted her to smile in return.

Hunter joined in and also smiled down at Omega before turning his attention to Hannah. “Lucky us,” he said fondly. Hannah’s cheeks began to turn red again, and she turned her face away with a giggle.

“Oh, speakin’ of people who like you too much...” Cid began rummaging in one of her pockets for something and eventually pulled out a small box. “Perd sent this over earlier. You’re lucky I didn’t toss it once it got here.” She handed the box over to Hannah, who took it with extreme curiosity. Inside the box was a small shiny metal chain that Hannah immediately distinguished as a necklace of sorts. “Figures, he’s already buying you jewelry,” Cid commented with a scoff.

“Don’t worry Cid, it’s not like that,” Hannah reassured her. She also shot a reassuring glance at Hunter, who was clearly questioning why someone was giving her jewelry. “He told me he had some stuff he was gonna give me as thanks for our game nights. I’m sure he’s gonna try and find something for me to attach to this thing too.” She began to try the necklace on, but struggled a bit with the clasp. Without even asking, Hunter came over and helped her with it, which she thanked him for. “So, how does it look?” Her hands ran across the chain, and she gestured around her neck as a form of presentation.

Hunter suddenly felt a jab in his side, clearly from Echo’s scomp. Then Cid teasingly said, “Go on, Dark and Broody. Tell her how pretty she looks.” She was immediately scolded by Hannah, but shrugged it off and continued to stare Hunter down. Not wanting to be in the spotlight anymore, Hunter sighed and rolled his eyes before awkwardly telling Hannah the necklace looked nice on her.

“There, now was that so hard?” Cid condescendingly asked.

With a deep furrow of his brows, Hunter grumbled, “Don’t you have... anything else you could be doing right now?”

“Fine, fine,” Cid responded with a wave of her hand. “I know when I’ve worn out my welcome.” Before walking away, she turned to Hannah and said, “I’ll be in my office. Make sure none of these bozos wreck the place, got it?”

Hannah gave her an exaggerated salute and replied, “You can count on me, boss.”

“Yeah, I know.” Cid shook her head and patted Hannah on the arm, but it was obvious her words were still genuine.

By that point, most of the others had dispersed. Wrecker had wandered over to the game table and was in conversation with Sash, Bolo, and Ketch. Tech and Gildish seemed to be exchanging information with each other, while Omega was playfully chasing Buddy around the room. Hunter and Echo chose to stay by Hannah’s side, much to her delight. As nice as it was seeing her Clone friends interacting with her newest friends, there was no doubt she would’ve been disappointed if at least one of them hadn’t hung around with her. But Hunter and Echo were usually up for filling that desire, thankfully.

“Guess it’ll be a bit before I get that story about what happened to you guys,” Hannah said as she sat down at the bar. Hunter and Echo also sat down, each taking a seat on either side of her.

“Same for us hearing your story,” Echo added. He took a look around at the mild chaos going on around the parlor. “Now I’m even more curious about what happened.”

Hannah let out a snicker. “For once, I might’ve actually had a crazier time than you guys did.”

The two Clones gave each other a doubtful look. “Sure...” Echo said, turning away slowly.

“That reminds me,” Hunter said and began rummaging through his backpack. He eventually pulled out a chunk of some sort of rock and presented it to Hannah. “Sorry we couldn’t get you anything terribly unique this time.”

“Oh, that’s fine,” Hannah said as she took the rock. “I appreciate anything you guys bring back for me, honestly. And I know this time, you didn’t really have any—wait.” She suddenly stopped and began examining the rock more closely. “This... isn’t a moon rock.”

Hunter’s eyes went a bit wide, and Echo raised an eyebrow at her curiously. “Uhh, what makes you think that?” Echo asked.

“Because the moons of Ryloth aren’t this reddish-brown color,” Hannah responded. “And they also don’t grow moss on them.” She held the rock up higher, showing off one side of it that was dotted with little patches of green.

“Didn’t know you were so knowledgeable about Ryloth,” Echo mused, once again turning away from Hannah.

Hannah’s eyes began to narrow, and her gaze shifted between the two Clones. “I thought you guys said you weren’t going down to the planet...”

A nervous chuckle escaped Hunter’s throat, and he also began to turn the other direction. “We weren’t...”

Her eyes still narrowed, Hannah gave each of the Clones a disapproving glare. She should’ve known they would end up getting into some sort of trouble while they were away. And whatever it was, she was most likely going to berate them for it. But she couldn’t be that hard on them, all things considered. They weren’t the ones who’d gone on a wild citywide search to fix a broken jukebox after all.

Hmm. Maybe she should be the one to tell her story first...

TO BE CONTINUED

#the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #this one is FINALLY done OMG #we are officially BACK my dudes #and boy do I have content incoming this week #two oneshots and one multichapter story #and I'm working on the next one after that #no more hiatus for me! \o/#star warz #my storiez

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we-pay-for-everything · 2 years

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Can’t believe I’m making another Lancelot Du Lac post but...

Things I liked about the episode:

The acting! Angel gave it her fucking all - when her voice broke as she tearfully told Arthur “You mean everything to me”, I died a little inside... Give that woman an Oscar. Women are always doing the best with the bare minimum they’re given. Bradley did well in their scene together too, though not nearly as well as Angel WBK. She was phenomenal but together they were explosive too.

Some of the dialogue - the part where Arthur confronts Gwen is very well-written. I only disliked the part where Gwen asks where she’ll go and Arthur just apologizes. Overall, though, it was good angst. It was convincing and it hurt, but in a good way.

Some of Arthur’s characterization: The way he treated Gwen was, for the most part, quite fair, especially considering the times and his position as King. Him telling Merlin that he loved Gwen with all his heart, so he would eventually forgive her, but could never trust her again, shows how pure his love and heart are (and that he knows, deep down, that Gwen is a good person who wouldnt have hurt him). Not many people would forgive a cheater. Also, he told Merlin to give Lancelot a proper burial, which was undoubtly kind of him - he could’ve not said anything at all.

Gwen’s characterization: Obviously, I hate what they did to Gwen, but I haven’t seen people praise Gwen for her strength and love for Arthur in the episode. Morgana’s magic is powerful, and the bracelet was supposed to reawaken - nay, fabricate - Gwen’s feelings for Lancelot, yet, it’s clear it did a lot more than that - as we know, even if Gwen had found herself drawn to Lancelot, she’d never have acted on it of her own volition. The bracelet worked the same way the love spell placed on Arthur had worked - the magic was such that the characters couldn’t not act upon their fabricated feelings. However, Gwen’s feelings for Arthur were strong enough to break though the enchantment. She did cheat on Lancelot, but she also rejected Lancelot. When she saw Arthur’s fury and pain she came back to herself. She saved Lancelot from being killed by Arthur, but we’ve seen how people under a love spell behave - she should’ve thrown herself at Lancelot, called for him as he was being dragged away from her, etc. She did quite the opposite, however. Once she was imprisoned, she threw the bracelet away, forcefully flung it off her wrist. She didn’t know the bracelet was enchanted, but it represented her feelings for Lancelot, which had caused her and Arthur so much pain. She chose to turn her back on Lancelot and on her feelings for him, because she loved Arthur. That bracelet was very powerful to make Gwen act so out of character, but Gwen’s real feelings were powerful enough to break through without Merlin or anyone else’s help.

The idea behind the episode: Arwen is not a super dynamic ship, which I actually enjoy - they’re happy together, they believe in, and trust, each other, Arthur listens to Gwen and values her, their love is selfless, etc. I like that they’re on the subtle side. However, I think they needed to shake things up between them (if only to give Gwen more screentime), so, in theory, this episode was very well done. However, the issue isn’t so much the plot itself as it is the way they handled it. It would’ve been fine, and an opportunity for Arthur and Gwen to prove their love, had the issue with the bracelet been cleared up in the end. As it was, it ended up being a disservice to the ship and the characters who fully believed Gwen had really cheated on Arthur.

Things I didn’t like:

Lancelot - this one’s obvious, he deserved far better than the ending he was given, but he was honestly the only man for the job...

Arthur, Elyan, and to a certain extent, Merlin’s characterization - Arthur is easily swayed by public opinion, but I believe he would’ve protected Gwen more had his characterization not been sacrificed for the sake of sending Gwen away. The Arthur I know would’ve had Gwen followed and provided with everything she needed... Regarding her brother, when Gwen was on her knees in the throne room, she looked at Elyan as he was leaving and the look he gave her was so cold. Is he really the type of man who’d scorn his sister and leave her to die? And Merlin, he was a good friend to Gwen, and defended her to Arthur, but he should’ve offered her his help too. He watched her go without talking to her, comforting her, asking about her plans, giving her council and perhaps money, food, supplies, or medicine for the journey. But Merlin simply... watched her go. He didn’t even question Gwen’s behavior - did he really believe she would’ve cheated on Arthur? He’s smarter than that. He knew magic had been involved, so he should’ve known Gwen had been a victim of it too. These men would not have behaved this way under normal circumstances. Furthermore, I get Arthur not attending Lancelot’s “funeral”, but the other Knights couldn’t even do this much for Lancelot? Despite his actions he had still fought alongside them...

Arthur’s proposal - someone said the writers were always cutting corners with Arwen, and that is very evident in Arthur’s proposal. Sure, it was all very romantic, with the blindfold and the candles, but Morgana’s voice-over made things decidedly less romantic, and Arthur’s proposal being a curt “Will you marry me” was not in character for Arthur at all. Normal Arthur would’ve for sure babbled with nerves and professed his undying love and admiration for Gwen before actually proposing. It’s also a shame we saw none of the wedding preparations. Imo, the episode should’ve had two parts, with the first part being the proposal and wedding preparations, ending with Morgana raising Lancelot from the dead. As it was, everything felt so rushed; the wedding was clearly not important - only the cheating drama... Arwen deserved better.

The aftermath - as I mentioned before, Gwen never learning she was under an enchantment ruined her relationship with Arthur and her faith in herself. She, and Arthur, deserved much better.

Overall, I’m happy that we got a Gwen centric episode, but at what cost? Some parts were so good, but the ending... This episode could’ve been great had it ended with Arwen realizing Agravaine and Morgana were behind the attack and that Gwen was innocent. Why didn’t Gwen fight for herself? Surely she must’ve known her actions weren’t in character for her. Arthur should’ve known too, but, well, he’s an obtuse idiot who got the shock of his life. Again, the characterization... *sigh*.

#bbc merlin #bbc arwen #arwen #bbc arthur #arthur pendragon #bbc gwen #gwen #bbc lancelot

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clover1412 · 2 months

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Nameless

i shocked myself writing this

~ ♡ ~

‘Hey Isuka, how’d you get your epithet?’ Ace turned to look at her, curious about the nickname. Skull had once mentioned something about riddling people full of holes, but it’s not like she had a signature move like him.

The question caught her off guard. It was a part of her life she wanted to forget completely, but the memory plagued her.

‘You haven’t heard captain?’ Skull asked.

‘No.’

‘Well it’s her story to tell.’

‘I don’t like talking about it,’ she dusted herself off as she got up, ‘Skull can tell you if you’re still curious.’

She didn’t hear his shouts as she walked away.

~ ♡ ~

Isuka had joined the Marines at a young age, from working as a chore girl on a small East Blue base to an Ensign working in the Grand Line; the years had almost blurred together. She had almost no memorable moments apart from maybe the times she and a couple of other kids would celebrate their birthdays (quietly, with small slices of cake and handmade gifts).

There was one memory, however, that constantly haunted her - the mission that promoted her to Ensign and gave her the epithet ‘nailing’.

She had begged Draw to let her take part in more significant missions, to let her sail the Grand Line. She simply wanted to do more. In the East Blue, the pirates mainly were weak rookies, but in the Grand Line, the big names existed. She wanted to get rid of them, not waste her time chasing good-for-nothing newbies.

Draw had sighed, refusing her request multiple times, until he received what he thought was a small enough mission for her, big enough to maybe deter her from asking further.

She remembered it clearly. It was the day of her 16th birthday. She’d been celebrating the way they always did - a small slice of cake from that cook who liked them (she always let them take extra food since they were growing children). Ryu had given her a card he had made himself. There was a little bird inside, a crossbill that popped up when she opened it up. She had no idea how he had the time or materials to make it. Kai had gotten her a book, one she’d wanted to read for a while. He would have had to sneak out to purchase it. Tashigi had made her a bracelet, it was red like her hair, and it was meant to be a friendship bracelet, and a good luck charm rolled into one. Tashigi already had one on her wrist, a dark blue that matched the design of Isuka’s.

They had been laughing about something when Draw walked in; his commanding presence had them all scrambling to get up and salute him, trying to hide the gifts under a blanket.

‘Well kiddo the day you’ve been waiting for is here, got a mission for you, if you succeed you could be Ensign soon.’

‘Really?’ Her eyes had lit up; the others looked happy for her. They knew how much the opportunity meant to her.

‘You leave right now, so get changed right away.’

‘Sir, yes, sir!’ She saluted him as he turned around and walked away.

‘Isu this is it! Your chance to shine!’ Tashigi squealed along with her.

‘Lucky, I’ve been asking just as long as you,’ Kai grumbled.

‘Yeah, but I’m stronger than you, so obviously, they picked me,’ she playfully nudged him, and he reciprocated by nudging her back.

Ryu was uncharacteristically quiet, and when Isuka asked what was wrong, he said, ‘it seems dangerous. Please be careful.’

She pulled him into a hug, ‘don’t worry, I’ll be back before you know it.’

She hugged them all once again before shooing them out of her room and began to change. She slipped on her gloves and picked up her rapier before heading to Draw’s office.

‘Ready to leave, sir.’

He sighed and got up from his desk, ‘there have been reports of a group of bandits terrorising islands this side of the East Blue. I was asked to send an officer to take them down. So considering your requests, I’ve chosen to send you. Don’t make me regret it,’ his stern face almost made her nervous, but this was what she’d been training for. Present her watched the memory with dread in her stomach. She should have said no and asked him to send a higher-ranking officer than her, but she was stupid and opportunistic.

He led her to the small ship that would take her to the island they were currently believed to be at. Her crew was small, made up of a navigator, chef and a medic (if they weren’t at the island, she was to check the surrounding area, there was no point for her to come back and then set sail again). She was the only soldier they were sending. A small group of bandits was not a difficult fight at all, one someone like Draw wouldn’t even need to break a sweat.

She climbed aboard, clutching the rapier at her side tightly. Draw didn’t wave as the ship pulled away, so neither did she.

The journey was three hours, and she couldn’t stop her heart thumping in her chest as they drew closer. She didn’t know whether it was from excitement or dread, but she couldn’t back out now.

When they landed, Isuka gave them instructions: she would canvas the island and report. If they were on the island, they’d all be back before the day ended. They nodded as she jumped off the side and onto land. She’d studied the map on the way here and had chosen the most efficient route.

She began looking around, hoping she didn’t stick out like a sore thumb with her uniform. She spoke to locals, some who were more valuable than others. She was able to conclude that if the bandits were on the island, they were taking refuge in a cabin in the woods.

She walked back to the ship and explained the situation. She’d been instructed to go alone and take out the bandits. The others would wait here. Only if they hadn’t heard from her in an hour would they make a move. With a pat on her back from the elderly cook for good luck, she left.

She took the fastest route through the woods, climbing up trees to make sure she was headed the right way. When she reached the cabin, she hid behind some dense overgrowth whilst taking in the situation. There were five of them. They looked older than they probably were and clearly had no regard for personal hygiene.

There were only two rooms in the cabin. It was evident that it wasn’t a place to live but rather to hang out. There was a larger room where four of them sat, drinking, smoking, and laughing. They were disgusting. There was a smaller room in the corner that had a door leading out. She decided to lure the man in that room out first. She threw a rock in the direction of the room, hoping he’d be stupid enough to step out without a weapon. And he was.

She stepped out behind him, driving her rapier through his heart just like she’d been taught. Draw had told her to leave no survivors, that the group wasn't worth it. The man didn’t stand a chance as he crumpled to the ground. He hadn’t made much noise, but one of the others stepped out to check on him and saw her, bloody sword in hand and his partner in a heap on the floor. He shouted, trying to swing the beer bottle at her, but she dodged too quickly for his drunken reflexes. She followed suit and stabbed him in the leg, immobilising him just as another of the group ran out.

She swung out at him, causing him to take a step back, stumbling. The man she’d stabbed cracked the bottle he had and tried to lunge at her, but she flipped out of the way, ending up behind him. Just like the first man, she stabbed him through the heart, and he fell. He put up a bit more fight, trying to claw at the rocks on the ground, but they wouldn’t move.

The other man swore at her, charging like a bull. He wasn’t holding a weapon either, so she figured he was trying to knock her over and tried to dodge him. He was more intelligent than she gave him credit for and drew a knife out of his sleeve and slashed at her. In his frenzy, he managed to slice her near her ribs, ripping her uniform and the white slowly dyed red. The pain stung, but she attacked back. She’d felt worse pain before.

It took a little longer to kill this man. She’d stabbed him in more places, but he didn’t fall like the others. It wasn’t until she had the opportunity to stab him through the heart that he died.

She didn’t realise that she was out of breath, panting she realised that the other two might have gotten away and run to the front of the cabin.

The two men were sitting by the entrance.

‘A kid huh?’

‘Looks like they were weaker than we expected.’

They were underestimating her. They thought she wasn’t powerful because she was still young. They had no idea what was coming for them.

‘Sorry kid, this is nothing personal,’ he apologised halfheartedly as he grabbed the gun behind him and got up. The other man picked up his katana.

‘Save the apologies for the after life,’ she spat back as she drew her rapier again.

‘Have it your way kid,’ the other one replied, drawing out his own sword.

Every lesson she’d had about fighting was running through her mind, the teachers yelling about footwork, about stance, about power. She knew this fight was going to be difficult and wasn’t going to waste time.

Her blow was easily matched, but he seemed shocked by her power, unusual for a kid her age. She glared up at him, light shock on his features.

As they traded blows, almost equally matched, she dodged a bullet. She had almost forgotten she was fighting two people, not just the one.

She defended herself from the swordsman’s blows, all while dodging random bullets. She had more cuts on her now and had been grazed by a bullet. He’d even managed to hit her once or twice, throwing her to the side, but she had to get up. To survive, she had to get up. The adrenaline kept her running. In training she would have been exhausted by now.

When she managed to disarm the swordsman, causing him to fall to the ground, she felt the gunman aim at her. So instead of stabbing him, she kicked him in the face and turned to face the gunman. When he shot the bullet this time, she used her rapier to slice the bullet in half, a trick she’d only done twice before. It worked in shocking the man. She took the opportunity to run up to him and slice his gun in half. The man was stunned, unable to understand what had happened as she left him defenceless. The man would have been dead if the swordsman hadn’t gotten up and gotten to her in the nick of time. He slashed at her, and she had to dodge, cutting her arm. She watched as the swordsman whispered something to the other man; he must be telling him to grab the goods and run.

She wouldn’t allow it. She charged at them. He didn’t draw his sword fast enough, and she managed to stab him in the shoulder, her rapier almost scraping the other man too. The swordsman shouted in pain as she drew the rapier out, blood splashing on her face. The blood drained out of the other man’s face, and he immediately turned around and ran into the cabin. She wouldn’t let him get away.

She slashed at the swordsman. It was met with a weak defence, his dominant arm useless. She easily disarmed him, slitting his throat, the noise of him choking on his blood following her as she stepped into the cabin.

She shouted at the man, and he whirled to face her. He grabbed one of the beer bottles in fear. But that fear slowly dissipated as he noticed an injury on her leg. The swordsman had managed to get one last good move in; the wound was deep.

‘Guess neither of us are at our best.’

‘No, but it won’t be me begging for mercy,’ she snarled, charging at him, using her last bursts of energy to attack him. She knocked the bottle out of his arm and stabbed him in the stomach. He yelled as she pulled out, more blood splattering onto her, mixing with her own and the blood of the other bandits. Her uniform was ruined. She would have to burn it.

She stabbed him multiple times, each time he yelled, trying to grab at her, trying to gain some sort of control.

‘You stupid bitch,’ he wheezed.

‘What was stupid was underestimating me,’ she replied, her voice cold as she drove the rapier into the heart with the very last hit of her strength. The sword embedded itself in the wood of the wall behind him. She didn’t even hear him yell, just watched the colour drain from him.

She fell to the ground, exhaustion catching up to her. She winced as she felt her wounds ache. The adrenaline was wearing off. She ripped a piece of her uniform shirt to try and stop her leg bleeding.

She couldn’t remember what happened to her next. She simply woke up in the infirmary of the base.

She was told what happened by the worried friends as told to them by the crew that came with her. It had been an hour since they heard from her and, as per her instructions, they came looking for her. They saw the dead swordsman and were worried for her. They found her inside, unconscious but alive. They immediately treated her so she didn’t end up with lifelong injuries. The medic then went in ahead, carrying Isuka to the ship to properly tend to her.

The room itself was a scene of horror. The blood splatter spread around the room like an artist had finally lost it. And at the centre of it all, a man, held up like he’d been nailed into the wall. Like the others, he had stab wounds as if someone had hammered nails into them. It was horrifying to see bodies riddled with holes. It was even more horrifying knowing who’d done it.

They had tried to pull Isuka’s rapier out of the wall and the man, but even with two people, they couldn’t pull it out. So much strength in such a small body it was impossible to believe. Instead, they broke it and pulled it out of the man, taking it back with them to the ship.

They dragged the men into the cabin and set it on fire, making sure it didn’t spread to the wood surrounding them. No one would ever want to set foot into the cabin again. Not if they knew the extent of the brutality.

They then returned to the town, informing the head of what had transpired.

As Isuka had said, they made it back to the base before the day was over. They were met with immediate worry as the medic was carrying an unconscious Isuka.

When she woke up, she found her friends passed out in different corners of the infirmary; Tashigi by her side, and Ryu and Kai somehow squeezed onto the one couch in the room. When they realised she was awake, they immediately pounced on her, expressing worry and anger. She had been out for two days.

Tashigi picked up the rapier placed at Isuka’s side, broken and bloody. Isuka asked them to get rid of it. She felt sick remembering what she had done. But everyone else sang her praises, acting like she’d created a masterpiece of blood and violence. She felt disgusted at herself.

Draw marched into her room on the third day of her recovery. He didn’t praise her, said nothing but, ‘headquarters called, you’re to be Ensign now.’ And marched straight back out the door.

Her friends were more excited than her, talking about how lucky she was, how she’d have her own crew, her own ship and get to sail the Grand Line, just like she’d always wanted.

Isuka felt unworthy, but she’d achieved her goals. She just wasn’t sure it was worth the cost.

~ ♡ ~

Back then, it had never struck her. Why would they have promoted her for the small feat of defeating some bandits? It wasn’t until Draw had been defeated by Ace that she found out. He’d basically sent her on a suicide mission. Headquarters had suggested that two to three ranked officers be sent as the enemy had proved their strength against the navy multiple times before. She will never know what he wanted out of her death or severe injury. She’s not sure she wants to know.

Later she found out that Draw had kept the rapier. To him, it was some sort of trophy. She had thought of it as a curse. That’s why she had asked to be rid of it. The more she found out about the man the more she felt sickened by his actions.

~ ♡ ~

Isuka refused to talk about the story to anyone. Once a crew mate had asked about it, and she simply shrugged, saying it must have just caught on. For some reason she couldn’t bare them considering her a monster.

She knew Skull most likely knew, and if Ace had asked, he would have found out the truth. He would know what a horrible person she was, just as she thought he'd finally begun to respect her.

She can never forget the truth of her past, no matter how hard she tries. It was a dark mark in her record she simply couldn't burn away.

Whenever anyone brought it up, she wished she had remained nameless.

~ ♡ ~

#one piece #fanfic #writing #ensign isuka #isuka #portgas d ace #spade pirates #skull #draw one piece #tashigi #ocs #origin story

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kaiijo · 2 years

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Can I request a headcanon for Leona, Jamil, Vil, and Rook recieving chocolates from their crush on valentine's day? Thank you!💜

receiving chocolates from their crush on valentine's day

characters: leona, jamil, vil, rook notes: gn! reader, mix of eng and jpn translations

leona kingscholar

you thought leona would like dark chocolate the most, given his tastes for richer things and his own grumpy nature. it might have been presumptuous on your part but it seemed fitting

you made your way to the botanical gardens and when you entered, you’d potted jade tending to a log, he spotted you and said, “hello, y/n.”

“hey, jade. do you know leona’s around here?”

“sadly, i don’t think our furry friend came in, i’ve been here most of the day.”

you frowned but nodded and thanked jade, making your way to the mirror chamber to go to savanclaw. there, you found jack running laps around the dorm. he told you that he hadn’t seen leona since the morning and he was sure that he wasn’t in his room

how odd

you were walking towards the cafeteria when you ran into someone. with an apology on your tongue, you looked up to see leona’s scowl, which melted into a smug smirk. “leona!”

“you seem excited to see me.”

“i am! i’ve been looking all over for you.” you held the box of chocolates out to him. “i made these for you, happy valentine’s day!”

he took the box of you and opened it up, eating one. “not bad,” he said. “i like the bitterness.”

you two stood there, staring at each other before leona seemed to remember something. “right, here.” he reached into his pocket and tossed you a black box. you caught it, opening it to find a handmade bracelet that looked similar to the ones leona wore. “got it specially made, straight from the sunset savanna”

he took in your warming face and chuckled, “happy valentine’s day.”

jamil viper

you were scared that jamil would come into the kitchens on some mission from kalim and catch you making chocolates so you made your friends stand watch outside the door

thankfully, jamil didn’t come so everything went as smoothly as it could. you put a little chili powder into the chocolates to give it the kick of spice you knew jamil liked so much

you hoped this went well

you found jamil in the library with a stack of book balanced on one arm, heading to the exit. when he saw you, he gave you a polite nod. you held out the box of chocolates to him and before you could even get a word out, you saw a flash of annoyance across his face as he used his free hand to take the box from you. “i’ll get these to kalim right away,” he said, voice flat

he didn’t even let you reply as he rushed away

jamil huffed as he enter the scarabia dorm, glaring at the box of chocolates. of all people to want to give kalim chocolates, it had to be you — the person he liked so much

“did you get the books, jamil?” kalim asked as jamil entered the lounge

“of course.” as jamil handed him the books, kalim eyed the box, “ooh, who’s that for?”

“it’s for you, from y/n.”

“y/n?” kalim looked confused. “are you sure it’s not for you?”

jamil scoffed, “why would it be for me?” he wanted to add: you get everything, after all.

he glared at kalim when he heard him snicker a little. “jamil,” kalim laughed, “i think these were meant for you.”

“nonsense.”

“did y/n say they were for me?”

“no, but—”

“i can’t believe you haven’t seen the way they look at you! even i see it, and i’ve seen how you look at them.” kalim shoved the box back into jamil’s hands. “go to them.”

jamil quickly walked out of the dorm, in search of you. all he could hope is that he didn’t completely blow up his chances with you

“y/n!” he found you, heart aching a little at your miserable frown

“oh, hey jamil.”

he showed you the box. “were… were these for me?” you nodded and he sighed, “i’m sorry i jumped to conclusions. i’m not very accustomed to getting such thoughtful gifts from people other than my family and kalim”

you looked at him meekly, asking softly, “have you tried one.” then, you cracked a wobbly smile. “i promise it’s not poisoned.”

jamil took one and ate it, savoring the spice and the sweetness. “these are great.” he said, “and please, let me take you out somewhere as an apology and because…”

“because…”

“i like you a lot.”

vil schoenheit

you had stayed up all night making homemade chocolates for vil — they were shaped like apples, or they were supposed to be

who knew making chocolates was this hard? even with the molds, they still came out looking very… rustic. still, you had poured your heart and soul into it and you hope that vil would appreciate it

valentine’s day was always very fruitful for vil, he received piles and piles of love notes, flowers, teddy bears, chocolates, and many other gifts from admirers at school and adoring fans from all over twisted wonderland

he appreciated it, he really did — the kind words people wrote in their cards were always so heartwarming, especially those who complimented his acting and acknowledge the effort he puts into it and himself every day

still, there really was only one person he was hoping would give him a gift: you

at the end of the day, vil had been sifting through the gifts with the help of rook and the (forced) help of epel, sighing heavily when he got to the last one. rook just told him, “cheer up, vil, maybe they were just too busy today.”

just as the words left his lips, you ran into the pomefiore common room, eyes locking immediately on vil. you approached him, frazzled and a little bashful with epel and rook in the room, and held the box out to him. “sorry,” you said, “that you’re getting these so late. i tried to find you through the day but you were always surrounded.”

vil felt his shoulders relax and he said, “no need to apologize, i appreciate the trouble you went through.” he gave you a warm smile and opened them up, cocking his head. “these shapes are…?”

“apples,” you quickly filled him in. “i, uh, made them myself.”

vil felt his cheeks flush. did you really go through all this effort for him? he took a delicate bite out of one and said, “these are divine.” setting them on his lap, he looked to you. “since you did so much for me today, let me take you to dinner. does tomorrow at six work for you?”

rook hunt

as you waited for the chocolates to set in the molds, you wondered if there was any way that you could seriously catch rook off-guard. with his honed hunter senses, you highly doubted it but you thought that you had hidden your intentions pretty well from rook

in all honesty, rook already knew that you were planning to give him chocolates. what kind of hunter would he be if he didn’t keep a keen eye on what his quarry was doing?

rook’s love for you only grew when you bargained with sam to purchase all the ingredients, including some slivered almonds since he mentioned once, in passing, that he liked his chocolate and candies with a bit of a crunch to them

so you pay attention to his preferences as he does with yours? ah, this is a perfect match; he knew you were the one from the start, ç’est magnifique!

“you look happier than usual,” vil said to him as they packed up from history of magic. “pray tell what has you like this?”

“ah, i’m just anticipating a beautiful day today! one that is lovelier than all the others!”

vil nodded and as they walked down the hall, rook surreptitiously kept an eye out for your figure out of the corner of his eye. even in the busy hallway, rook heard the patter of you footfalls before he heard you call his name, “rook!”

“ah, la prunelle de mes yeux! what can i do for you today?”

you held out the box of chocolates to rook and said, “i hope you can accept these!”

he placed a hand on his heart as he took it from you. “for me?” he gave you a teasing smile. “are you confessing to me?”

when you nodded, cheek warm, he laughed joyfully, “très bien! let’s not waste any time in planning our first date!” with that, he whisked you off

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mxlti-fand0m-imaginess · 2 years

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Kandi Crush // Peter Maximoff

request: @raincoffeeandfandoms ‘s writing challenge prize fic!

prompts: none

summary: you really like Peter, so you keep making him kandi.

warnings: really adorable, not proofread

word count: 932

a/n: may or may not be loosely based of experiences with my crush :)

“Hey Peter!” you said, a bright and cheery smile on your face.

A light blush immediately overtook Peter’s face as he turned to face you. He hoped that you wouldn’t notice.

“Hey y/n! What’s up?” he replied, trying and failing to keep his cool.

It was no secret that Peter had a crush on you. And not just the small kind of crush classmates would get on each other that would fade away in a few months. He was head over heels in love with you. Ever since you first arrived at the mansion, he’d been absolutely infatuated with you. And everyone knew. Well everyone except for you.

“I made you another bracelet!” you beamed, holding it out towards him.

The bracelet in your hand was a simple one, a repeating pattern of blue and silver beads. But it made Peter’s heart flutter nonetheless. He held out his arm and you slipped it on, right next to the bracelets that you’ve made him before.

“Thanks y/n, I love it!” he said, blushing even harder.

You must’ve given him almost twenty bracelets by now, but each time you made him a new one he felt his heart flutter all over again. It made him feel special, even if that wasn’t true. Because you made them for everyone. And not just bracelets, no you made all kinds of kandi. Bracelets, cuffs, rings, necklaces and more.

The feeling you’d get when you gave them away was indescribable. You just loved seeing how it would make people’s faces light up. Almost every day you would sit in your room and make kandi for hours. You didn’t mind spending all your money on beads and all your time crafting. All you really wanted was to make people happy, and this was the best way you knew how to do so.

You’ve made kandi for almost every single person who lived in the mansion: students, teachers, and even the mutants who were just passing through. But your favorite person to make bracelets for was Peter.

You loved the way his cheeks would tint pink every time you gave him a new one. And you also loved that he never took them off. He was always wearing every single bracelet you gave him, all 27 (you kept count).

You’ve given him more bracelets than anyone else. If someone asked why, you’d just say he asked you to make him another one. But the truth was, you had a crush on him. And making Peter smile was your favorite thing to do. So you constantly gave him new ones, just to make him happy. Because even though he most likely didn’t feel the same, you still loved to see him smile.

You and Peter talked for a few more moments, before the two of you finally parted ways. You were heading back to your room when Jubilee pulled you aside.

“You know he likes you right?” she said, a giddy smile on her face.

“Who?” you asked, not really catching on.

“Peter! He’s so obvious about it. You’re seriously telling me you haven’t realized by now?”

You froze. You felt your heart rate quicken and your face glow hot. He liked you? Peter? The guy you’ve been in love with for almost two years? That Peter? It sounded too good to be true.

“Helloooo? Earth to y/n,” Jubilee said, snapping her fingers in front of your eyes.

You felt yourself come back to reality, and a bunch of new emotions flooded over you.

“Wait, how do you know he likes me?”

She laughed under her breath, “You’re serious? He’s only been super obvious about it for a few months. You’ve never noticed how he always blushes when you’re around? Or how he stumbles on his words when he’s talking to you? God, the amount of times Jean’s complained to me about his thoughts about you being super loud!”

You felt a smile begin to grow on your face.

“ He really likes you y/n. And I know you like him too. You should tell him! Good luck!”

And with that Jubilee skipped away down the hall, not a care in the world. Meanwhile you couldn’t stop your mind from racing. He liked you back! He actually liked you back! Now you just had to figure out a way to tell him. And you had the perfect idea.

“Peter!” you shouted as you ran to catch up with him.

“Hey y/n!” he said, returning the smile that you had.

“Ok so, I may have made you another bracelet,” you said, your face growing hot as you handed it towards it.

It was pink and black with heart shaped beads, and letters that spelled out ‘I like you’.

You shifted your weight back and forth, as you nervously watched him read what the bracelet said. Even though Jubilee told you that he liked you, you were still scared that he would reject you.

But you felt your heart soar as a smile grew on his face. He slipped the bracelet on and engulfed you in a hug.

“I like you too,” he said, a huge smile overtaking his face.

You hugged him back, not only because you wanted to hug him, but to assure yourself that this was real. That this was really happening, that he actually liked you back. You couldn’t help but smile even brighter as you finally let yourself take in the fact that this was real.

Peter really did like you back. And you finally had him. Your kandi crush.

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raggaraddy · 3 years

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Sugar Daddy turned sour

Request: Hi!!!! read all of ur works its all amazing cant believe ur new.. can i request for a yan sugar daddy taehyung x reader x yan sugar daddy jungkook. they found out that that y/n have 2 sugar daddies and they lost their sanity(as if they even have that)...Thank u and YOU GOOD,KEEP GOING💜💞💞💞💞😘😁

A/N: I don't know how to post a reply to a personal message yet because I am new and Tumblr deficient 😅 But I hope you like the scenario ^-^ thanks for the request 💜

Here for Part 2

Summary: Juggling two guys and getting everything you want from them has always been easy for you, and Taehyung and Jungkook are no exception. Or so you thought.

Trigger warnings: Mentions of non-con, assault, cheating, violence.

Yandere! Taehyung

Yandere! Jungkook

Sunday. Taehyungs day.

You open your webcam, checking your eyeliner quickly in the startup view as you wait for the Tae to pick up on the other side. He pops up quickly a beaming smile filling his face.

“Y/n! Baby, I’ve missed you.” He’s radiant. As happy and as bubbly he always is.

You go along listening to him excitedly run through his past few days, telling you everything in excruciating detail as he jumps from one half-finished thought to another. He may be an adult but he certainly has a young soul. The whole while you feign attention, your fingers continually fidgeting with the diamond necklace or the matching bracelet he had sent you a few weeks back.

“How was your weekend?” He finally gets around to asking.

“Not so good. I always have to work so much," You complain, batting your eyes at the camera.

“You could always quit and come live with me.” He jokes-but not really. It’s a topic he has raised 3 times already. And you have the same answer ready as always.

“Daddy, you know I’m a strong and independent woman. I could never let someone else pay for me.” You pout, running your tongue over your lower lip while pushing your chest up a little to draw attention. “It’s just my rent is so expensive. I feel like I work just to pay the bills.”

In truth, your rent is already being covered by someone else. But he doesn’t need to know that.

While you continue to run through the fabricated details of your weekend, Taehyung is distracted, looking down at his phone. You know what's happening. It’s like a game. And you’re winning. Your banking app sends a notification, letting you know that K. Taehyung has just sent you a payment.

You open it up. Yep. That's rent for the month. Or more, money for that new TV you wanted.

“Oh! Daddy, noo.” You whine down the camera. “You can’t. I am okay. Really. Please don’t spend your money on me.” You frown if only to stop the smile that is fighting to fill your face.

“I want to baby. I have the money, and I just want you to be happy. Don’t stress about bills okay. I’m here.”

Sometimes, it’s almost too easy.

“Okay Daddy, if you insist.”

Tuesday. Jungkooks day.

With Jungkook it’s a much more straightforward transaction. He has said he wants to pay for you and he hates the back and forth pretences. He just wants you to say thank you, smile pretty, and give him all your attention.

“Do you need anything more for the week?” He asks through the camera.

“No Daddy, you take such good care of me. Thank you.” You smile.

“You still have the weekend of the 14th off?” He raises his eyebrows suggestively. Off-screen you quickly scan through your calendar.

14th, 15th and 16th: Jk weekend.

Hmm, that came up quicker than you expected. You try to keep your booty calls with them as far apart as possible.

“Of course, I’m so excited! I haven’t seen you in weeks.” You say, it been less than 100% truthful.

“Months.” He corrects with a surreptitious undertone.

“Where are we staying this time?”

You always insist to stay in hotels. Because ‘your apartment feels too busy and mundane, and you want the time you spend with him to be magical and undistracted’. Honestly, you just don’t want him, either of them, in your personal space. You purposefully chose boys who live a few hours away. It’s hard enough to keep them separated in your everyday life with them being far away. It could only get messy for them to know where you live and how to reach you in person.

You’ve certainly gotten smart at this. Arranging the two men into different days of the week, scheduling them into your calendar to keep them apart and unaware of the other. Both had specifically said very early on that they do not want to share you with anyone else. And that you were all theirs. And while both of them seemed to trust you, you knew their reactions would be unpleasant, to say the least, if they found out about the other.

Sugar Daddies can be so possessive.

But while both these men are very handsome, money is better and more reliable than boys. And if they are stupid enough to spend it all on you, why should you care.

The week passes quickly and it’s the 14th. Once more you find yourself in the lobby of a 5-star hotel. Jungkook arrived in town early and sent you a message with the room number.

Time to actually work for your money.

You knock on the door only to find it slightly open. Entering there is a trail of rose petals lining the floor leading into the suite. All the lights are dimmed with a warmth of candlelight filling the room. This is so typically Jungkook. Pulling out all the stops to try to impress.

Dropping your bag at the entrance, you close the door behind you and explore inwards.

“Daddy?” You call out in a singsong voice. Your heels clack on the tiled floor as you round the corner into the living room. Jungkook is sitting on the lounge, one leg crossed over the other, arms rested up over the back. You smile at seeing him. You always seem to forget just how stunning he is in person.

“Which one of us are you referring to?” A deep voice startles you from behind. You jolt, spinning to see Taehyung standing behind you leaning against the wall.

Holy fuck.

Your mind starts to jumble through what is happening. Thinking about what it was that might have given you away. Evaluating how much they may know. And planning your next move.

Damn it. You doubt you’ll be able to smooth talk your way out of this with Jungkook. He’s too direct and absolute. So you’ll just have to accept that that relationship is over. However, you might be able to salvage this situation with Taehyung if you play your cards right. Being defensive should do the trick.

“What is this?” You snap, keeping focused on Taehyung. “This is such a violation of my privacy! You keep smothering me Taehyung! See this is why I tried to find someone else to hang out with.” You stomp your foot. He would always wrap around your finger so quickly with the little girl act.

“Ha!” He blurts out a short laugh in contradiction to how you expected him to react. “Wow. No, go on. I want to see where this is going.”

“Do you think we only just found out about each other?” Jungkook pipes up, coming from the couch.

You sigh. You had almost saved enough for a holiday to the Maldives too. But they seem to know too much. Fine. You can burn both relationships. They were starting to get too clingy anyway. “Whatever.” You roll your eyes. You got all you could from them. Time to move on to the next.

As you shrug them off, Taehyung steps into the path of the front door.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Both he and Jungkook start to close in tighter. There is a cold tone to his words. Something far too close to a threat for your comfort. Even in heels, both men naturally stand taller than you which usually wouldn’t bother you. But with an unsteadiness to your footing and a very short dress on, in a dark room with two men you have used and spurned, you are feeling even more vulnerable than you feel you should.

“Move.” You order.

A smirk on his lips, Taehyung lifts his hand up and backhands you, knocking you back a few stumbled steps. You gasp, your hand clinging to your cheek, eyes wide in shock. He starts forward, Jungkook intervening, standing between the two of you.

You can not believe he just hit you! He has never done anything like that before.

“No, don’t do that.” He stops Taehyung as he starts to swing again. Shaking all over, you’re relieved that one of them is seeing sense. You take the outstretched hand of Jungkook, lip trembling from the burn on your cheek. He draws you closer and you wrap into him for protection. In the same motion, his free hand swings down punching you in the stomach, doubling you over, dropping you to the floor. “If you hit her head, she might get spaced out. I want her to feel this.”

His words send a chill down your spine. This can not be happening.

“Are you crazy!” You gape, trying to speak while gulping down air. Your head is dizzy, your lungs burning. Kicking off your heels for better movement, you climb back up to your feet not wanting to engage either man. Eyes focused you look past Taehyung to the door, storming forward. “I’m leaving. We’ll forget all of this, okay.” You bargain through short, panicked breath.

Taehyungs large hand slams you into the wall, pressing his palm against your shoulder. He follows Jungkooks lead, pounding his fist into your gut. And then again. And again. His hold removes letting you free and you plummet to the ground, crying within broken huffs while cradling your battered torso.

“You’re right. That is better.” He laughs at Jungkook.

“Stop!” You beg, unable to raise your voice above a soft yelp.

“What's wrong baby? You wanted two men. Now you have them.” Taehyungs bright smile returns to his face. This time with an entirely different meaning than it had ever had until it shifts into a straight, harsh look that you have never seen from him. “Didn't you always say you wished there was some way you could repay me?”

“You said that to me too.” Jungkook joins his side, both hovering above you, trapping you between them, the wall, and the floor.

Leaning down Jungkooks hand follows you as you squirm away from him. His fingers wrapped around your throat and lift you up, keeping you against the wall. He takes advantage of you being stuck, leaning into you pressing his lips to yours as you resist as much as you can.

“Baby, you’re going to pay us back for every dollar we spent on you.” He snarls.

Taehyung turns your face to him, also forcing a kiss on you. “Don’t worry, Y/n, you’ll see that we know how to share.”

Part 2

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