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dameronology · 4 years

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sorry seems to be the hardest word {poe x reader}

summary: with the war over, poe has a little too much time to think. more specifically, he has too much time to think about you.

warnings; swearing, angst (but eventual fluff!)

i have a lecture at 9am and here i am at 2am, producing this shit content for u all. enjoy xx

- jazz

You passed each other in the hallway sometimes.

Nobody would have known. Not a single person would have guessed that behind your professional nods and quick glances, that years of history lay untouched between the two of you. Early mornings, filled with rays of pink and yellow sunshine, fingers dancing across bare skin and as you laughed together, revelling in nothing but the highs of pure love. Then there had been the nights; they were undeniably colder, a shadow cast over the galaxy as the darkness forced people to face the horrors of war. You couldn’t see anything, not even a foot in front of you – but you could reach your hand out, and you knew that Poe Dameron would take it. He was there. He was always there.

And then he wasn’t.

You knew it wasn’t his fault, nor was it yours. The Resistance needed both of you, but he’d been the one to call the shots on your relationship – and it had only been a matter of time, really. It was clear that things were going to come to head eventually and Poe had been the one to pull the trigger. You were important to him – perhaps the most paramount thing in his life – but none of it would have mattered if you lost the war. Secretly, he kind of hoped that he could just put a pin in it for later and win you back when the galaxy wasn’t batshit crazy.

Later was now. Poe was a general – your boss, actually – and you were a commander for one of the New Republic fleets. He saw you ten or twenty times a day in passing, chattering with your squad or delivering mission reports. Everything he loved about you was still there; your poise, your professionalism, your biting tongue and wit. And yet, all he got these days was a curt nod or a hope you’re doing well, general.

To give credit where credit was due, Poe had tried to get your attention. He’d made many attempts to win you back without ever actually saying it: you were the first person he promoted after the war, and you always got the good missions. He never chased you up for paperwork and surely, you must have noticed that you were always assigned the most high-tech jets. It felt as though he were screaming into the void, throwing out everything he could and hoping that you would get the message.

But you never did. Or, if you did get it, you were ignoring it. Your icy demeanour never changed, nor did your attitude towards him. Poe witnessed you in action every day – in the air and on the ground, with blasters and with words – and with each passing one, he was certain that he was still in love with you. His distance from you was simply a reminder that he’d hurt you, as though to say congrats, you fucked up! Nice one, asshole.

That brings us to now: specifically, early on a Tuesday morning, outside of your office. Poe, having reached breaking point, finally decided that he was just going to straight up tell you – or maybe he was asking you. Whatever it was, he knew that he had to get his feelings off his chest. If the war had taught him anything, it was that there was no time to roll over and let things pass. Even if you rejected him entirely, at least he could walk away knowing he’d tried.

Taking a deep breath, Poe raised his hand and knocked on your door twice. He knew that your schedule that day was clear – he’d made sure it was. You’d found it a little suspicious that your usual weekly meeting had suddenly been moved but you hadn’t questioned it. You were already running around doing a thousand different things.

‘One second!’ You called. There was a light shuffling sound, and after the fall of your boots against the ground, you swung the door open. ‘Poe – hi! General Dameron, sorry.’

‘I hate when you call me general.’ Poe groaned. (You found that to be quite ironic, because there had been many times when he’d demanded that you call him that – but that probably wasn’t relevant. Moving on.)

‘Right.’ You raised an eyebrow. ‘What can I do for you?’

‘Can we talk?’

‘We’re talking now.’

‘That’s not what I….’ his eyes fell to the floor. For someone who was usually so confident, he’d certainly lost his swagger. ‘Can I just come in?’

You stepped aside, gesturing for Poe to come inside. Your office was quintessentially you; organised, but homely. You had a neat stack of papers on your desk and a few photos lining the walls. Most of them were of you with your friends; you and Rose at Canto Bight, you and Snap beside his X-Wing, you and Leia laughing together. His favourite one, however, was one of you and him with Rey and Finn; it had been taken on Hoth, and you were all bundled up beside Threepio, who was wearing a beanie you had terribly knitted. It had been one of the hardest weeks the Resistance had seen, but you were all stood there with your arms linked, smiling at the camera despite everything.

You were the only thing that had got Poe through the war. He knew it then and he certainly knew it now.

‘You’re in luck.’ You said, dropping into your desk chair. ‘My morning meeting got cancelled.’

‘Yeah, I know.’ Poe sat opposite you. ‘I was the one who moved it.’

You thinned your eyes at him. ‘Why?’

‘Because…look, I’m just gonna give it to you straight.’ He rested his palms on the table in front of you. ‘I’ve been trying for months to get your attention. I’ve been giving you the best missions and the best jets and Finn has been on my ass about it but I was hoping it might get you to look at me.’

‘Poe, I-‘

‘- I know, it’s stupid.’ He continued. He rambled when he was nervous. ‘I thought that it might get you to talk to me again.’

‘I…’ you couldn’t quite find the words. ‘I’m not ignoring you. I’m just treating you like a colleague.’

‘And that’s the worst part!’ Poe shot back. ‘Because…we’re not just colleagues. Every time I look at you, I remember how you used to make me feel and it’s fucking killing me.’

You peered up at him, a small sigh escaping your lips. ‘The promotion.’

‘What?’

‘Was that because I deserved it or because you were trying to win me back?’

‘Shit.’ Poe murmured, heading dropping into his hands.

‘Poe.’ You leant forward, practically growling his name.

‘You know I wouldn’t do that.’ He pushed his hair back, brown eyes finally meeting yours. ‘You deserved that more than anyone.’

‘This is fucking crazy.’ You couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief. ‘You broke my heart six months ago and now you’re here, in my office at 7am, telling me that what I thought was just my good luck has been entirely your doing.’

‘I didn’t know what else to do.’ Poe admitted. ‘I just…I am so fucking in love with you. Hurting you was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done.’

You didn’t mean to falter. It was just that you’d been longing to hear him say for it so long and you hadn’t even realised it. In forcing yourself not to think about him, you hadn’t taken a moment to think about the possibility of getting back together. You didn’t want to let your mind wander in that direction, especially after all the hurt you’d felt the first time.

And now, he’d come in all guns blazing. Classic Poe, really.

‘So why did you do it?’ You quietly asked. ‘Why did you end it in the first place if you’re so in love with me?’

‘I was scared.’ Poe admitted. ‘I felt so helpless that ending it myself made me feel like I had some kind of control.’

‘Hey, Poe?’

He looked up, eyes suddenly full of hope. ‘Yeah?’

‘That’s the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.’

And then he deflated.

‘I know.’

You shook your head, giving him a small smile. ‘I’ve missed you.’

‘I’ve missed you too.’ He said. ‘So much. I know I see you every day but…I want to be with you. Those weird nods in the hallway and sideways glances just don’t quite do it for me.’

Your initial reaction had been to jump at the chance – to leap across the table and take your lips in his, making up for months of lost time there and then. On the other hand, you had to be realistic. He’d hurt you before and by taking him back, you were giving the power to do it all over again. That was a level of trust you weren’t sure you were ready for.

But it was Poe. It was your Poe – and you knew that no matter what had happened, his intention had never been to hurt you. Rather, it had been to protect you. It was a decision he’d made in catastrophically poor judgement, but the war had made everyone do stupid things. You hadn’t made it out the other side without your fair share of embarrassing stories.

If you did give him another chance – and if it went well? You could have everything. You’d have Poe by your side again (not that he’d ever really left). The future you used to talk about as a distraction from the war could become a reality. You could have your partner-in-crime back, your ride or die.

All it took was you overlooking the fact he’d hurt you.

Slowly reaching your hand out towards his, you intertwined your fingers with Poe’s. They still fit perfectly; warm and snug, as familiar as though you’d been holding one another just yesterday.

‘Dinner. Tomorrow night.’ You said.

Poe jolted up in his seat. ‘Are you serious?’

‘Dead serious.’ You shot back. ‘I’m…I’m a little hesitant, but I know you didn’t mean to hurt me the way you did.’

‘I could never hurt you intentionally.’ His grip on your hands tightened. ‘That doesn’t change the fact I did but I promise – I swear on everything I have – that this will be worth it.’

You gave him a watery smile. ‘I know.’

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scribble-blog · 4 years

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Soulmate AU part 12!!

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“Thank you, Kaalki,” Marinette stepped out into her bedroom. It was, predictably, unchanged from how she had left it.

“Is that you, Mari?” Her Papa’s voice called from downstairs, and she called back.

“Yes!” She gave her room another once over, eyes lingering on the closed closet door where the Miracle Box hid before climbing down, only to be caught in her father’s arms.

“It’s only been a few days,” she complained as he squeezed her. “You don’t need to suffocate me!”

“But I’ve missed my little girl,” Tom Dupain pouted.

“Miss me with me on the ground then,” Marinette rolled her eyes, but she hugged him back before he put her down. “I’ve missed you too, Papa. How’s Maman?”

“She’s napping, after that akuma had to wake her up early this morning,” he told her, giving her one last squeeze. “I’ll be back down in the bakery.”

Marinette gave him a kiss and then went to knock at her parent’s bedroom door. When she heard the answering yawn, she entered.

“I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” Maman defended herself with another yawn.

“It’s the midnight Akumas,” Marinette found herself laughing. “They’re the reason I fall asleep in science sometimes. My Hawkmoth suspicions list has sleep-deprived written right at the top, with three underlines.”

“I know what Tikki said,” Maman scowled, “but are we sure I can’t just take over being Ladybug for you?”

Tikki popped her head out of the pillow as well. “It wouldn’t work out, Sabine.”

“I have to be Ladybug, Maman,” Marinette echoed. “It’s...” there aren’t words, not really, for how right it feels down to her bones to be Ladybug. The times that she’s used other Miraculous are always interesting, but there is nothing that compares.

“I know,” Sabine said softly. “I know that you’re... chosen, or bound, or whatever word we use. Even if I’m not a true holder, being Wūguī feels more correct for me than being Ladybug.”

“You do a wonderful job at being Ladybug too though,” Tikki supported. “And after working with you, I can understand where Marinette gets it from!”

Tikki got up and floated over, alighting on Marinette’s shoulder before gasping.

“You met them!”

Marinette felt her face go from normal to bright red almost instantaneously. Sabine sat up straight, looking from her daughter to the red Kwami. “Met who?”

Marinette scrambled to grab Tikki as if it would be possible to contain her and keep her from saying, “She met her soulmate! I can feel it! Oh, Marinette, this is wonderful!”

Her Maman’s lips curled into a teasing grin. Of course, when Marinette had become Ladybug, her parents had found each other’s names, rolling up the insides of their forearms, where the were on constant display. They’d poked and prodded at Marinette about hers ever since, even if they ultimately respected her privacy. “Oh? Marinette? Why didn’t you tell us? How could you rob us of the joy of knowing about our future child?”

Marinette managed to make a noise somewhere between a wheeze and a whistling teakettle. “Maman, nooooo-“

“Oh, but now we’ll have to join you in Gotham~” her mother stood up and started bounding about the room, grabbing a bag and beginning to fill it, “meet them and their family, plan a vacation to get to know each other, start figuring out if you’ll get married in Gotham or Paris-“

“MAMAN!” Marinette had reached the reddest she’s ever been. “I only just met him earlier today! Stop planning weddings and give me back Tikki so I can meet with the Gotham heroes!”

“A dress designed by you, and the cake made by us, of course, and Adrien and Chloé and Luka and Kagami as your bridesmaids...”

Marinette grabbed the Kwami and marched out of the room. “I’ll be back tomorrow with Tikki unless there’s another akuma.”

“Oh, Tom!” Sabine called as she left. “Have you heard?”

“Oh, Marinette, she’s just teasing,” the Kwami giggled at her still blushing holder. “But it truly is wonderful that you’ve been able to meet your soulmate! Now we can truly balance the Miraculous, and you’ll be stronger than ever in your fight against Hawkmoth!”

Marinette froze in her steps at the bottom of the entrance to her room. “What do you mean? Balance the Miraculous?”

“Well,” Tikki’s big blue eyes blinked up at her. “Adrien is a wonderful Chat Noir, of course, but the balance of the Miraculous is always going to be off, with one true holder and one non true holder.”

“That’s-“ Marinette let out a strangled breath. “Tikki. Tell me honestly. Is there going to be any ill effects on me or Adrien just because we aren’t perfectly matched like that?”

“No!” Tikki rushes to comfort her. “Simply that you’ll never be at your true full strength unless your Chat Noir is also a true holder for Plagg. Which, by everything I know, your soulmate should be!”

The icy grip on Marinette’s chest released. “I’m not giving my soulmate the Black Cat Miraculous, Tikki.”

Tikki tilted her small head. “But-“

“No.” Marinette sighed. “I don’t care about my strength. As long as it won’t hurt either of us, I’m not ever going to take Plagg away from his chosen. Not for anything. Adrien is my partner, no matter what.”

Tikki sighed, but she didn’t sound particularly put out. “I guess I knew you’d say that. Even if it helped fight Hawkmoth, I don’t suppose you would be my Marinette if you did something like that.” The Kwami snuggled back into her neck. “Maybe we could give him another Miraculous. It would be fun to see if he’s as wonderful a hero as you.”

“I think he could be,” Marinette climbed into her room, remembering the series of, quite frankly, adorably awkward conversations she’d had that day. “He’s... a conundrum.”

That was the easiest way to describe her feeling about Damian. On the one hand, he was rich, hot, had a wry humor that made it difficult for her to keep a straight face, and a caring side that she very quickly realized he had done his best to bury. On the other...

He was proud, seemed shut off and cold to anyone who he didn’t deem as worth his energy investment, and- Marinette was, frankly, a bit wary of the way he’d fought at the Gardens. The grace and confidence he’d moved with was impressive, but no one learned to move like that for no reason. Even self defense only stretched so far.

“Do you think it’s possible that my soulmate isn’t exactly a good person?” Her lips are forming the question before she can stop them.

Tikki squeezes against her. “If he weren’t a good person, he wouldn’t be your soulmate, Marinette. Whatever made you think that, I’m sure there’s a reason behind it.”

Marinette nodded slowly. “If you say so. Hey, is there a reason it feels like I’m being electrocuted when I touch Damian?”

Tikki giggles. “Oh, that’s just- a safety measure of sorts! Throughout all the different Ladybugs I’ve had, quite a few of you decided to put your duty above your personal life and connections- to my chagrin. This makes it pretty impossible to ignore! Besides, it doesn’t hurt, does it?”

“No,” Marinette admitted. “And who knows if we would have actually met and somehow touched each other during the rest of our trip? But still, grabbing his arm and getting a hundred volts was a bit off putting.”

Tikki shrugged. “It’s not something I control. And it changes with each Ladybug! One time, I had a Ladybug whose eyes would glow whenever she was near her soulmate!”

The thought of what her friends would say about that made Marinette immediately slump with relief that it hadn’t happened to her. The connection she and Damian shared was subtle enough for her, thank you. “Let’s get back to Gotham. I’ve only got a few hours before I need to meet with Red Robin, and Chloé and Adrien are still waiting to ambush me about Damian. Kaalki?”

The horse Kwami zoomed out from the spot on her bed, ready as ever. “At your call, Marinette!”

“Full Gallop!”

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regrettablewritings · 3 years

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If there's still a slot left, I would like to request some for Cassian: who makes the other eat breaskfast, who brings up having kids, and who takes care on sick days please?

Sure, you got in just in time! (Though wow we do be lovin’ a domestic Cassian, huh?)

Takes care of the other on sick days: Cassian claims to not get sick. You don’t know how true this actually is, but you’re almost certain it’s bullshit and the only reason K2 hasn’t officially spilled the beans is because maybe Cassian did something to his wiring to assure he couldn’t. Admittedly, that last bit is probably an exaggeration, but the point still stands: There’s just no way that a human, mortal captain, surrounded by and constantly in close contact with other beings and also frequently traveling all over The Maker’s vast space, couldn’t get sick. Chances mostly were that, in his stubbornness, he refused proper bed rest whenever he got struck by a common cold and would push himself to perform. Maybe he feared that allowing himself rest would be perceived as a sign of weakness. Maybe he was afraid that by letting himself embrace such a sorry state, he’d be letting his team down. But heaven forbid you pull any of that shit. It’s hard to see Cassian Andor as the mother hen-type (especially when in comparison to Bodhi), but that didn’t mean that traces of it weren’t there. Sure, he wasn’t the obvious type to usher you off the training field or out of the X-Wing hangar from the first moment you sneezed -- he wants to trust your judgement; you know your body better than anyone would. But if any symptoms of any known-illness persists, he’ll keep an eye on you. And if you don’t go to the infirmary for it as time goes on, then don’t worry: He’ll make sure you do. You could be in the middle of training, stance weak and body sweating despite having barely done anything worth working up a sweat over, and he’ll stop you immediately before ordering you to go get yourself checked. Do not argue with him unless you are prepared to receive an icy stare from those dark eyes of his. He’ll argue that they can’t have you wandering around, putting others at risk (which, to be fair, isn’t an improper claim to make no matter how minute the sickness), but it’s honestly more to the point that he hates seeing you even the slightest bit unwell. Once his tasks are completed (heck, maybe he’ll even put them on hold), he wastes no time visiting you in the infirmary or your sleeping quarters depending on where it’s been decidedly best you’d be placed in. Even if the flu is contagious and the nurse droids insist he keep his distance, Cassian won’t hesitate to shoot them a look before taking a seat next to your resting form, affirming his own decision. He’s actually not a bad visitor to have: If you’re running a fever, he’ll assist the medics in dabbing you with a wet cloth; if you need medicine or a shot administered, he’ll easily get you to accept it or even distract you so that it can be carried out quicker; if food from the mess hall is permitted in your state, he brings you some and makes sure you eat it. And sometimes he just sticks around to make sure you’re breathing properly while you sleep. All in all, he may not necessarily be technically taking care of you, depending on how you use the phrase, but Cassian is most certainly making sure that you are on the fast-track to recovery every single time you fall ill. Your health is not something to be played with. Period.

Makes the other eat breakfast: As stated before, Cassian is more of a mother hen than he lets in on -- even though it’s pretty obvious after a point. He can claim that his concern isn’t really concern and that he’s just performing his duty as a captain by making sure your nerf-herding ass isn’t undernourished and thus making it a problem for everyone else. And it’s not the untruth, but it it isn’t the entire truth. He is well aware that the rations provided aren’t exactly a delicacy on any planet. And he knows that you may find it a bit more difficult to eat first thing in the morning, when everything feels way too rich and heavy for your liking. But he’s also aware that you need to keep up whatever strength you have because it ties in with making sure you stay safe. And like hell you survive recon missions gone wrong, dog fights, and explosions only to somehow be taken out due to lack of vitamins. (Yes, that’s a bit of a jump to make but you get the idea!) He really tries not to make it come across as a stern parent demanding that their kid eat their veggies or what have you. But there are very few other vibes to give off when you’re telling your significant other in a firm voice that they need to finish eating their protein pudding “or else sparring today was going to make them see the other side.” You can pout all you want but in the long run, you do appreciate his attention to your well-being -- even if it comes at the cost of you forcing yourself to swallow a glob of what is supposed to be potassium-rich something-or-other just so you don’t cramp up running any time soon.

Brings up having kids: Personally, you’re honestly neither here nor there about actually having kids, but you’re the first to really try and talk about it. Frankly, the idea of having kids even in a post-war scenario is such a big step for you that it seems almost surreal even as a theory. But you suppose it couldn’t hurt to try and gauge Cassian’s feelings about. After all, communication is important for a healthy relationship, even when one half of said relationship isn’t exactly the most talkative or expressive person around. You don’t really expect Cassian to say much on the matter, which is pretty good because he actually doesn’t really know where he really stands on it when you first bring it up. All he knows is that inside, flurry of thoughts are bumping into one another in a seemingly endless storms of “if so”s and “then that”s and “what if”s. The main problem being that the mindset that accompanies nearly everything for him (that is, the one that was born from the fact that his entire life has revolved around war) has somewhat tainted even the most positive of his thoughts. For one, he didn’t want to bring a child into a world where they could get hurt. Specifically, one where war or differing extremes could so much as rip them out of his life. Cassian wasn’t one to play optimistic: He knew far too well that even if he lived to see the end of this war, there was no guarantee everyone would remain calm enough to keep the peace. So it would seem safe to say that he probably just didn’t want kids. At first. Ask him again a year and a half from then, and his answer’s evolved some. You can chalk it up to him allowing the tiniest sliver of hope inside of him instead of rage and duty: He truly began to wonder in optimism if you could truly win this war. Sure, some of those worries he had before would continue to ring true, but the possibility of living in a future where peace was possible began to feel more and more observable. And in those brief sparks of hope and optimism, he thought he could see flashes of a domestic life with you. He saw the home and the bed the two of you would share a lot clearer than any vision of children, mind you, but it was certainly stronger than what he’d had before. Interestingly, it wasn’t when you asked him a third or fourth time that Cassian could see children in those slips of a theoretical future. The war hadn’t even been won yet, though Mon insisted that it was surely near, judging by communications with the Princess of Alderaan. But there was just something so relaxing about the moment, what with you dozing off, head on his shoulder as the two of you decided to sleep under the stars for the evening. This wasn’t the first time the two of you had done this, mind you, so he really didn’t know what possessed his subconscious to deem this moment any different, let alone different enough to leave him deciding that yes, maybe he would like to start a family with you some day. The stars were the same, the constellations were there like always, he could hear the sounds of X-Wings and other such crafts taking off and landing as well as indistinct talking and beeping and all the other sorts of noises the two of you had grown accustomed to on base. Really, the only thing that might’ve made a difference was that darned feeling of hope he’d allowed to let flourish in him. Dumb optimism. A liking for the idea of getting to be with you in one of the ultimate expressions one can, of creating a manifestation of your love for each other together and raising them to be the good he only wished he could be, and to see them become their own beautiful and beloved person -- He almost wanted to laugh at himself. Or scold himself. Whatever he deserved for thinking so inexplicably gushily. Well, whatever the case, he wouldn’t tell you any of this. . . . Okay, maybe a little bit of it. But certainly not all of it. Maybe if you wanted to talk more about it. He would never admit that in his visions, your child would have your eyes and beautiful smile, though.

Thank you for asking and thank you for your patience!!!

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crimsonrae · 4 years

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The Wiles of Men and Women

Chapter Three

Summary: Georgiana Stafford has just become betrothed to a man older than her father. Her last chance to enjoy society on her terms comes the night that court celebrates the birth of Princess Mary. She was prepared for just about anything, but she hadn't been prepared for him. Charles Brandon.

CharlesxOC,

Rated: NC-17

Warning there is Smut in this chapter.

A/N: Here is Chapter Three. Thank you to everyone who liked and showed support on those first two chapters. I really appreciate it :) Let me know if you would like to be tagged.

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Ribbons & Linen

“Katerina, have you seen my green ribbon?” Georgiana frowned as she picked through her belongings on the vanity. She swore she just had the blasted thing in her hand, “I wanted to dress my hair with it.”

The older woman looked up from folding the strewn garments of Georgiana’s trunk with a cursory glance before shaking her head, “No, milady. What shade of green is it?”

Georgiana blinked and shrugged, “It was a dark green... Oh, it’s no matter. I don’t know why I’m trying so hard to look nice anyway.”

The maid suppressed an amused smirk. She knew well why her current mistress was fussing with her appearance. Georgiana had disclosed a good deal of her night of revelry to Katerina and she was hoping to gain the attention of her recent dalliance. Katerina had to give the young girl credit – she had done well to conceal her identity. Most didn’t realize the danger of rumors in court, no matter how true or false those rumors be, and for a woman, there was no more harmful a reputation than one of loose morals. Yet, Georgiana’s moment of wisdom seemed to be dissipating as she unwittingly caved into the desirous fantasies that were only home to young women.

“Perhaps to capture the attention of a certain blue-eyed devil, milady.” Katerina uttered coyly and felt her lips twitch as Georgiana flushed faintly.

“Don’t be foolish. I’ve had my fun and he had his. I must find other games to play now.” Georgiana said stoutly and by the miserable glint in her icy bluish-green eyes, Katerina knew she thought of her intended.

“Milady, there’s hardly any harm in a little flirting.” Katerina stated softly, she liked Georgiana. The girl was a little spoiled, but she didn’t put on airs like many of the ladies of court... she seemed lonely and Katerina feared this marriage to Lord Somerset would only make her bitter, “Even if it’s not with your blue-eyed devil... there’s still many that could fit the bill here.”

Georgiana frowned and resisted the urge to shrug again.

Flirting had been easy when she had a masked tied to her face. If she had been foolish, who would know? She hadn’t had the chance to become familiar with anyone yet... Now, with her introduction and subsequent engagement she had become more of a curiosity than she had anticipated. She blamed her Aunt Eleanor. The old witch had to implant the seeds of Georgiana’s good reputation with every woman of power in these forsaken walls. She had hoped to remain relatively unknown during this excursion. Anonymity made getting away with unladylike behavior far easier, but the Duchess of Buckingham was wise to her niece’s wild ways and had torn that protective shroud from her. She was liable to stutter her way through a conversation now, much less flirt.

If anything, her aunt’s machinations had made Georgina even more grateful for her night of revelry – such actions would be impossible to get away with now. And as for Charles Brandon....

Well, she had no business to be mingling with a courtier, no matter how close to the king he seemed. Though, that hadn’t stopped her heart from lurching at the sight of him. It had been slightly painful when he had only regarded her with mild curiosity the night after their parting, but not unsurprising.

What had surprised her was her desire to be recognized. It was a desire that had yet to vanish and she wished it would dearly.

“I’m not sure it’s worth the risk.” Georgiana finally murmured before readjusting her collar. The faint glimpse of her diminishing love bites made her ache, but she forced her thoughts in another direction. The tea that Katerina had forced on her the past three mornings, “Katerina, would it be possible for you to show me what herbs you use in that tea? ...Please.”

Katerina paused as she let the implications of the younger girl’s request settle in her mind. The blue-eyed devil must have been good in bed indeed if the lady was considering more illicit affairs. She nodded serenely, “Of course. I need to pick up more herbs from the market tomorrow. I’ll show you on my return.”

Georgiana’s eyes lit up as she gave her servant a hopeful smile, “May I accompany you?”

“You need not ask, lady.” Katerina replied bemused, “You may oversee your servants as you see fit.”

“You’re not my servant, Katerina, you belong to the court.” Georgiana stated blandly before smiling almost sheepishly, “Besides I ask as I do not wish to accompany you as a lady, but more an equal.”

Katerina smiled kindly as she pointed out, “Milady, one only has but to look to know we are not of equal station.”

Georgiana barely glanced over her elegant gown as her smile turned impish, “Oh, that’s easily fixed.”

Katerina’s bemusement with the young noble deepened for a moment before a dawning light shined on her thoughts. She reached back into the Lady’s trunk and removed a gown of simple make... too simple for a noble, “I suppose that explains this dress then.”

Georgiana’s smile only grew, she had planned for every eventuality before leaving home.

She was kept from replying as a knock at her door sounded and Katerina hurried to answer. Georgiana held in a sigh as she stood to receive whoever was calling. Her father appeared a moment later with Lord Somerset in tow.

“Father.” Georgiana greeted as she dipped a shallow curtsey, “My Lord.”

A grim satisfaction lit Henry Stafford’s gaze at his daughter’s manners as he gestured to the Earl of Worcester, “Lord Somerset has requested a stroll with you, my dear. Your uncle and I will be in attendance as well, of course.”

Georgiana tilted her head subtly to note her uncle lingering in the common room before meeting Lord Somerset's stare. They were awaiting her acquiescence, but she wasn’t sure why. Her father had already made her participation a forgone conclusion. Biting back at the tide of bitter resentment that threatened to swallow her, she nodded faintly, “Of course. My Lord, it would be an honor.”

“Please, we are to be married, Lady. Call me, Charles.”

Georgiana blinked and wondered at the sense of humor of the world. Until this very moment, she hadn’t known her future husband’s Christian name and it seemed to be a cruel mockery that it was shared with the man who had taken her maidenhood. When she had children, she would pick strange arbitrary names for them, she had met four Thomas’s and three Mary’s in the past three days, “Then you must call me, Georgiana.”

Lord Somerset nodded pleasantly, “Shall we, Georgiana?”

She nodded and turned to Katerina, “My cloak, please.”

Katerina pulled a deep midnight blue cloak from the trunk and hurried to wrap it around Georgiana. A pang of pity sprung through the servant as she viewed the other’s intended for the first time. Somerset’s hair had long since grayed and he had a portly belly, likely from too many nights drinking, but he had a kindness in his dark gaze that was absent from the Lady’s father – perhaps there was a small hope for a complacent marriage, if not a love match.

Somerset offered his arm to Georgiana and quickly ushered the party out to the gardens. With the chilly weather, few people were mingling outside. Though Georgiana suspected that was why the Earl had wanted this stroll. He paced the two of them far enough from her guardians to be out of earshot, but within sight. They danced on the lines of decorum by doing so, but she found that she didn’t mind. She had always found it hard to speak freely in her uncle’s presence, much less her father’s. Somerset, she had yet to make any strong judgements.

“It occurred to me, Georgiana, that aside from our introduction before the King that I haven’t taken the pains to get to know you. Of course, I feel like I already do, based on the word of your family, but I wondered if the same courtesy has been bestowed to you.” Somerset began quietly.

Georgiana looked up with light surprise, “Barely anything, my Lord. Your name and title... not much else.”

A glimmer of something like disappointment crossed his features before he smirked sagely, “I can’t say I’m surprised. I have an estate near Wales that I hardly ever see. My son, Henry, sees to its running." Another Henry, she thought dryly, "My time is spent here at court as Lord Chamberlain of the Household. Yours will be, as well.”

“The Lord Chamberlain?” Georgiana asked, recognizing the position as important, but not what it entailed.

Somerset hummed and nodded, “I act as spokesman for the King with Parliament and organize any major ceremonies with a council of mine and the King’s choosing.”

“That sounds...” Georgiana trailed off realizing the word she had in mine was less than flattering.

He seemed to sense this as he smiled sardonically, “Boring?”

She smirked, “I was going to say tedious.”

The Earl’s chuckle was warm and genuine as he regarded her, “You’re not wrong. My position was also the reason I was seeking a wife.”

That gained her attention as she raised a brow. What role would she have to play as wife to the Lord Chamberlain, “Oh?”

“Having a woman’s touch in the detailed planning to some of these events goes a long way in adding elegance to an otherwise garish affair. Also, many of the foreign ambassadors with which I must meet and attend bring along their wives and daughters. Their entertainment will fall to you.” He explained quietly with a hint of hesitance as if he was expecting her to baulk at the task presented.

In truth, his explanation answered many questions she had in regards to him. She hadn’t understood why he was looking for another spouse when he seemed to have achieved everything a man of wealth and status was expected to achieve. The thought of playing hostess made her feel queasy, however. Even she knew that she wasn’t the most elegant or charming. Her sister, Elizabeth, would attest to such... so would her mother, actually.

“You don’t know me, my Lord. You may find that I am not the most suitable for these tasks.” Georgiana stated softly.

Somerset raised a brow, “Are you not the Georgiana Stafford who bested Lord Marlty at fencing?”

“Y-yes.” Georgiana stuttered in surprise, holding back a wince at the memory. She had received a sound thrashing for that particular feat. Her father had made it clear she had embarrassed him and Lord Martly with her display.

“The same Georgiana Stafford that engaged the Marquess of Pembroke in a lively debate on the merits of Porphyry's Universals?”

That had only earned her a heavy lecture on arrogance from her mother. These were not tales her father or uncle would impart. Georgiana pursed her lips, “Mmm, yes. How do you-”

Somerset smiled benignly, “Your brother, Thomas, is a good friend of mine. He’s spoken highly of you for years.”

He could have told Georgiana the sky was purple and she would have been less disbelieving. Her eldest half-brother hardly spent any time with her and when he did, he had seemed rather indifferent to her presence. God knows that he absolutely despised her father. The fact that he spoke up for her now made her a little leery.

“Look Georgiana, I need a wife who can think for herself. Not a child that needs handholding.” Somerset paused as he chose his words carefully, “From what I ‘ve been told and the way you’ve portrayed yourself that past few days, I believe that may be you. If anything, you’d make a good court spy with the way you’ve snuck around your father. Your uncle is no obstacle, bit oblivious that one.”

Georgiana paled slightly, “My Lord?”

Somerset chuckled and lowered his voice, “Charles, my dear. Blue is a lovely color on you, Georgiana. You’ll have to tell me what you took away from Princess Mary’s celebration.”

There was a distinct sinking sensation in her gut as Georgiana fought to keep her expression impassive. Somerset took no notice of her struggle as he continued to lead her through the gardens, though he seemed to sense her hesitance, “I told you, my dear, I’m the Lord Chamberlain. I organize all the ceremonies and celebrations around here which means I know everyone who attends... Whether they were invited or not.”

“My Lord -”

“Charles.”

“Charles...” She choked out with a quick glance towards her father. She was thankful that he had remained out of earshot, “Please don’t say anything to my father.”

Somerset softened at her pleading gaze, “Oh my dear, I wouldn’t dream of it. Your father is a cad. The only reason I parlayed with him for your hand was because of Thomas. Otherwise, I believe your father would have married you off to Lord Buxton and no one deserves that fate.”

Torn between hilarity and mild horror, Georgiana wasn’t sure how to respond to him. The faint sound of sniggering interrupted further conversation as the couple glanced down the path. A small group was heading in their direction and their presence only served to deepen her mixed emotions.

A light touch to her elbow guided her to the side as her father and uncle come to hover behind them. She felt like she was being sealed in as the group of gentlemen approached. She wondered at this protective stance as she recognized both Charles Brandon and Anthony Knivert, but the third was unknown to her.

The dynamic between the trio was curious. Brandon was the easiest to read as his countenance was one of barely contained exasperation that Georgiana had only witnessed on riled siblings, while both Knivert and the stranger appeared duly amused... though there was an undercurrent of anger in Knivert’s gaze as she swore, he sneered thinly at Brandon before taking note of her presence.

It was if a bell had chimed as the trio slipped into more benign expressions and performed a faint bow of greeting. Lord Somerset either didn’t realize that the Duke had come to stand behind him or didn’t care as he took over introductions with Georgiana, “Mr. Compton, Mr. Brandon, Mr. Knivert.”

“Lord Somerset.” Came a mumbled return.

Somerset allowed a faint smile, “Allow me to introduce, Mr. Anthony Knivert and Mr. William Compton. I believe you’ve already met Mr. Brandon.”

Georgiana nearly blanched for a moment fearing that Somerset knew everything that had occurred the night of Princess Mary’s celebration before recalling that Brandon had been present for her courtly introduction.

“Gentlemen, my intended, Lady Georgiana Stafford.”

She nodded to each man in turn as they once again murmured their conscripted greetings. She stalwartly kept her gaze fixed on Mr. Compton, not willing to give the other men a chance to recognize her. She needn’t have worried as Somerset picked up the thread of conversation again, “And what brings you, gentlemen, out on so fine a day?”

Compton’s eyes flared with suppressed amusement, “Oh, it seems that Brandon has lost a lamb.”

Knivert snorted as he avoided the baleful glare of his friend.

“A lamb?” Her uncle drawled incredulously.

This time it was Georgiana who barely held in a snort as she caught a flash of derision on Somerset’s face. Even she knew that Compton spoke of a woman.

“Yes, it seems he thought he had ensnared the little pet, but she managed to slip away.” Knivert continued almost jovially.

Brandon sighed, “And now my friends are finding great joy in my misfortune, milord.”

Unable to help herself, Georgiana turned a purposefully naïve expression on Brandon, “And what would you do with a lamb, Mr. Brandon?”

Knivert and Compton seemed to stiffen in merriment as Brandon’s stormy gaze met hers. A mocking light entered his mien that Georgiana found all too familiar, “Why... devour her of course, milady.”

Her father shifted behind her, but she ignored him and the way heat pooled in her stomach at his words and smiled unaffected, “Then it is good she slipped away. Her fate, I’m sure, is much more favored away from you, sir.”

“Quite right.” Somerset murmured amused as he watched Brandon’s eyes narrow. He gently prodded Georgiana forward, “If you’ll excuse us, gentlemen.”

The two companies parted, but Georgiana could feel a familiar stare burning into her back.

She smirked.

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“Kitty.”

Katerina suppressed a sigh as she hefted her basket of laundry to her hip before glancing over her shoulder. A silky smile and smugly twinkling eyes greeted her, “Is there something you need, sir?”

Charles leaned against the only exit to the linen closet and crossed his arms, “I hear you have a new mistress.”

She merely raised an unimpressed brow at him, “Yes.”

When she didn’t move to him, Charles stepped away from his perch and into her space. His long fingers reached out to twine in her soft brown locks, “Lady Georgiana?”

“Yes.” Katerina iterated again with a huffed laugh. She already figured the courtier had a new target for his bed... she almost felt sorry for her charge. Charles Brandon was a hard man to resist. Lord knows she hadn’t been able to when he had set his sights on her.

His fingers drifted from her hair to skim the line of her décolletage, “Tell me about her.”

He should know better. Katerina was one of the few servants who didn’t sell information on those she served. She has seen that particular trait come back to bite said servants more than once... it simply wasn’t worth the risk.

Katerina blinked slowly before trapping his exploring hand beneath hers, “You are not as charming as you think you are, Mr. Brandon.”

Charles smiled almost sweetly before turning his hand to grasp hers and bring it to his lips, “You wound me, Kitty.”

Katerina felt herself flush under his heated gaze and tried to remember she shouldn’t be so enchanted by a man seeking out information on another woman. She swallowed tightly, “Yes, you appear absolutely wretched, sir... If I may take my leave. I do have chores to finish.”

His gaze dropped to her basket of linens before somehow impossibly he moved closer. His other hand moved to brush loftily over the knuckles clenching her basket, “Your chores can wait.”

“Mr. Brandon...No.” Katerina stated stodgily as she found the strength to meet his gaze. Her message was clear, she would not consent. Yet, she should have known that her resistance was like waving a flag at a bull.

He studied her a moment, removing his touch from her body, but she felt no relief. His stare scorched her in ways that were more arousing than any touch. A dark glint of satisfaction glimmered at her and she bit back a whimper as he spoke, “Your lips say no, but the lovely blush to your skin and the way you're biting your lip tells me, yes. Why deny yourself, Kitty?”

She sucked her lip further between her teeth and nearly smiled in triumph as his gaze darkened at the sight, “There is another for me, sir.”

Charles raised a brow, unsurprised that she had someone courting her interest. Kitty was an attractive girl, despite her station, but poaching on another’s territory had never stopped him before and it wasn’t about to now, “I won’t tell if you don’t.”

“Hardly incentive, sir.” Katerina countered dourly. She placed a hand on his chest to push him back, but he was built like the bull he emulated and didn’t budge.

Charles smirked, “I’ll let you pass if you grant me but a kiss, sweet Kitty... For old time’s sake.”

She shouldn’t indulge him. His request was nowhere near as innocent as he seemed to think it was, but unbidden her green eyes sought his mouth. She remembered those talented lips and his equally talented tongue. Suddenly, one last taste didn’t seem so harmful. Katerina bit the inside of her cheek, “Just a kiss?”

Charles nodded gently, already feeling her capitulating.

She sighed and shrugged, “Fine, just a kiss.”

He smirked and fell to his knees much to her surprise. Katerina almost couldn't react as he swiftly lifted her skirts and tugged down her small pants. She dropped her basket and grasped his shoulders in shock as she squeaked, “Charles! You said a kiss.”

“And I’m taking that kiss.” Charles murmured with a sinful grin before his lips and tongue pressed into her mound. She jerked startled, heated, and uncertain as she felt his tongue lathe across her entrance and to her rapidly swelling nub.

A choked groan spilled from her mouth as her fingers dug into his shoulders, “C-Charles.”

He didn’t let up, merely hummed and suckled heartily, pulling more lewd noises from her as she shuddered and trembled. She felt a familiar pressure rising in her core, pleasure tingled and teased as she was brought closer to the edge. It wasn’t until he had her perched precariously on a euphoric precipice that he abruptly stopped his ministrations and pulled away.

A frustrated whine tore from her throat as she stared at him in outrage. Charles grinned at that look as he wiped at his mouth, “Delicious as always, sweet Kitty. You may pass now.”

“You!” She huffed unable to form the angry words she needed to insult him.

He chuckled as he mocked her, “Me?”

Her green eyes blazed and instead of responding she shoved him back. Still on his knees, he went down to the ground quickly, but not before grabbing her thighs and toppling her onto him. He arched a brow at her, well aware that she could feel his arousal pressing against her now.

Angry and wanton, Katerina cursed him before pressing her mouth to his. Charles wasted no time as he pushed her skirts back up and rolled her onto her back. Her legs parted easily for him as hurried fingers tugged at his breeches. In the span of a breath, he pressed into her warm welcoming heat. Low moans fell from them both as he began to rut harshly against her. This was her punishment for denying him earlier.

She didn’t much care as she arched and met him thrust for thrust. The slap of skin was loud in her ears as it mixed with the squelching wetness of their coupling. Sparking heat ignited through her legs as she felt the cord of her arousal pull tight and break heavy and hard around his cock. Katerina cried out and curled her legs around his hips in an attempt to prolong the heady pleasure. She needn't have bothered.

Charles groaned as she clamped tightly around him, but continued to thrust through her orgasm with hard, staccato movements. He wasn’t ready to be done. Reaching back, he gripped her ankles in either hand as he splayed her legs up and open, forcing her back to arch steeply as he continued to fuck into her. Katerina gave a choked scream at this new position as she felt his cock drilling into her cervix. Her body was too sensitive and it wasn’t long before she was toppling over the edge again, this time pulling him with her. Charles came with a roar as he spilled his seed deep into her womb.

Breathing deeply, he sat back on his haunches and viewed the blissed-out servant below him in prideful pleasure. It wasn’t until he pulled her skirts back down and tucked himself away that she found the strength to speak again, “She’ll be at the markets tomorrow.”

Charles paused and leant over her, “The markets?”

She nodded with a hum, only to smile faintly as he pressed a light kiss to her mouth. She latched onto his shirt when he went to pull away and he stared down at her curiously. Katerina knew their interaction was over. They were both sated and he had gotten all that he wanted, but that didn’t mean she was entirely thrilled with having given into him so easily. She glowered lightly at him, “Don’t ruin her. She’s one of the good ones, Charles.”

He pressed another kiss to her lips, this time lingering, “I won’t do anything, she doesn’t want me to.”

That was what Katerina was afraid of...

He stood then and finished fixing his clothes before making for the exit, “Tell Humphrey I said hello.”

Katerina pressed a hand to her cheek and slowly sat up as he disappeared. Somehow, she was unsurprised that he knew who she was courting, but strangely that was the least of her concerns. She felt she now had to warn her new mistress of the bull heading her way.

Grunting quietly, Katerina moved to her feet and grabbed the basket of linens. Sometimes, she loathed her job.

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A new Hope

ACOTAR - Cassian x (no gender) reader. Reader is an Illyrian trying to better the future of their people.

Cassian would not doubt that the world ending may be caused by Rhysand, once he learned of his newest relationship. Cauldron hope that Rhys would be able to explain it better than Cassian was to Rhys.

“She has a great sense of fighting ability. Rhys listen - she’s just as much of an asset as Feyre is!” He shouted as Rhys walked away.

“An asset or an ass you can look at Cass? I have tolerated quite a few of your less than admirable partners here but I will not have an Illyrian. The Three of us are enough as it is. Besides we dont even know what clan they’re from I wont-” Rhys paced at the top of the step, his anger building the more Cassian tried to persuade him.

“Rhys just meet them! Meet them and you’ll understand.” Cassian’s voice was quiet at the end, almost pleading. The high lord paused, glancing at his friend. Rhys had never known him to use that tone unless it was utterly serious. He weighed the risks in his mind. Deny his Army General a simple pleasure or risk losing valuable secrets about his home territory to possible enemy Illyrian clans? The choice was obvious in his mind, but Cassians’ persistence on the matter made him reconsider.

Rhy’s sighed, his power draining from his taut muscles. He waved a hand at his friend. “If I feel even a glimmer of note taking in their mind I will -Cassian, I will wipe it clean.” His friend’s face lit up with gratitude.

Cassian bound up the steps and clapped his high lord on the shoulder, his wings flaring with excitement. “You know not all us pure bred Illyrians are such lying assholes.”

You knew that someone would have to winnow you. The experience itself was much much different than how anyone described it. It made flying to the balcony almost impossible. Your head swam in dark spots and stars that weren’t actually there. Cassian’s warm hands righted you before you tumbled over your own feet when hitting the landing. His strong corded arms wrapped protectively around your middle, making sure you were adjusted to your feet again.

Your stomach rolled. Never from your entire life of flying had anything made you that woozy before. “I think I’m good now - lets just fly next time.” You breathed and nodded to Cassian for approval. It felt like your entire body had been squeezed into a hole and pulled out the other end.

“I had the house make breakfast-” Mor chirped as she walked in from the stairs. Food appeared on the enormous table. You turned, and vomited over the side of the balcony.

A few hours later, Cassian was beaming at you from across the table. All were laughing at a story he had just gotten done telling, and this place truly felt like a home for him. You could understand why he wanted so much better for you, for all the Illyrians. Better was possible, especially with such a forgiving high lord that was willing to help with ruling over the war camps.

“Very charming dear boy, but I believe we were here to interview your new pet.” The tiny woman at the end of the table finally spoke. Her eyes shone of a strange silver white that you had never seen before, and she did not eat. She was unsettling, and the rest of the table quieted. Amren, was her own person in the most definitive way. Cassian had warned you of her. You cleared your throat.

“I believe we have enough open minded Illyrians to begin our own camp, a new group where there are no rites, and females are not clipped.” You had practiced it in your head over and over on the days leading up to your meeting with Rhysands inner circle.

Cassian was grinning like a smug cat at the high lord and lady. Feyre could not hide her shock, and Mor took a long sip of her wine. Rhys leaned back in his chair, intrigued. “Wouldnt that mean a slaughter of these people? If the others found out. You would be painting a target on your back from the start.” No judgement, only pure questions and curiosity.

“We are trained, and are willing to shed blood if it comes to it.” You stated, willing your voice not to quaver under his questions. You could feel the power in his mere presence alone, and did not want to see it in action. You took a breath before revealing what you had been hiding until this moment. You glanced toward Cassian, who nodded in encouragement. You rolled up one of the sleeves covering the back of your hand. “I am willing to lead them.” Your dark onyx siphon glinted in the light. Utter silence coated the room, shock echoing throughout. Amren’s mouth dropped - then began beaming at you.

You rolled up the other sleeve, revealing the siphon on the opposite hand. “I am willing to protect them. We just need your help.” You stared at the high lord, who’s eyes were wide and jaw clenched. You didnt want to know what that meant. There was a soft chuckle from behind you.

Azriel was smiling wide as he stood next to you, taking your hand. “Welcome to the club. No way Rhy’s is letting you go now.”

“No winnowing. You can fly back with me or not, but I am going to vomit up that lovely dinner.” You pulled on your jacket, happy to be out of the hot seat at the table. So many questions from every angle besides Amren, who had just summoned a cup from the house and drained it.

“You’ll have to get used to it sometime. Rhys’ seems very interested in you.” He nudged your shoulder lightly, his wings flaring out - as if to taste the night breeze. “And not at all grateful to me for finding you.” He grumbled.

You rolled your eyes and stretched your arms, preparing for the long flight. You refused to stay the night, despite Feyre insisting. Nerves would probably make it impossible to sleep anyway. Not to mention the thought of sleeping in the same place as Cassian. He was… too tempting.

“Maybe we stop and camp if you’re still not feeling great.” He started for the ledge, then in a swift stride disappeared into the darkness. You glanced behind to the empty, already cleaned dining room. Magic house, must be nice. You felt a twinge of sadness as you leapt from the balcony.

A howl of adrenaline ripped through the air as Cassian hit an updraft just before the outside of the Illyrian mountain range. His heart soared, the cold wind kissing his skin and making him feel the best kind of alive. You circled with him, the soft glow of the campfires below were warm, but not inviting. You knew those fires were lit for the ones without even tents to call a home. Shame crashed through you.

Children of your kind, sleeping out in some of the most vicious winters that Prythian had to offer. It made you shudder. You had done all you could for the mothers of some of the children. For the ones willing for change. You knew that it was an uphill battle to create them a new home, but it would be worth it. It would pay off eventually.

If it worked.

Cassian banked toward you and matched your speed, his powerful wings within touching distance of yours. There was a long moment of silence between you. The wind and the rasp of your wings against your clothes the only sounds. Your face stricken, you tried to force a smile at him. “You dont have to go back, you know. We can figure something else out if you don't want to stay at the House of Wind.”

“What would that show my people?” You snapped back at him. The offer was kind, yes but Cassian might not know how bad certain camps had gotten. Especially the smaller ones. Males had begun usurping smaller villages and kicking children and females out of their own homes. That was on the good days, on the normal days there would be puddles of blood in the dirt roads the morning after the raid.

“I just mean maybe we should.. Stay out together?” Cassian trailed off. You felt your cheeks flush with color. “I mean if you want or if you dont its fine we can-” he started rambling as you descended together, landing just outside the flickering light of the village.

“You mean the great Night Cout General wants to share a tent with a war camp Illyrian?” You teased, pulling your coat tighter against the cold. The wind on the ground seemed to whip more harshly after landings. As if it was punishing you for being in its way.

Cassian boomed with laughter, “I havent heard of sharing a tent in years. I cant deny it is appealing.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you. His dark hair curled around his neck, bringing out the color in his dark cheekbones. He stepped toward you, blocking the wind. “Youre appealing.” His voice dropped to little more than a growl, his eyes were dark glancing from your lips to your eyes.

Your stomach flipped, tying knots up to your slamming heart. His wings flexed out, hands reaching for yours tentatively. The calluses on his palms were warm, and tough where a sword would lay. They matched his personality. You were ready for this. After looking at his full dark lips so long you were beyond studying the shape and curve of them. You were ready to see if they matched him as perfectly as his hands did.

A high pitched whistle sounded through the camp. Cassian groaned, his hands tightening on yours. Your eyes widened as you spied the cause of the interruption. A band of males were circling a fire, a few of them with weapons. Some with nothing more than a few scraps of clothes.

“Shit” You breathed, starting toward the group. You didnt know what you would do, but nothing would touch this village, the camp you worked so hard to preserve. You felt your siphons thrum with power. You would eviscerate them if they would not listen, you knew that much. You had hopes with this side of the village, that this would be more civilised than the south side where the fighting rings were.

Cassian grabbed your wrist before you could get farther. “I will help. Show yourself to them. Let them feel fear of the siphons. If they dont listen I can.. I will help you.” His eyes hid nothing, icy rage filled them.

You spun and kissed him, quickly. Quickly before he could pull you in, and get lost in the feeling of pure him. He faded to the shadows, the whisper of his wings the only thing telling you he was monitoring. Even facing a band of murder frenzied Illyrians, you could barely get the smile off your face.

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Survival Pt. 4 (Loki x Reader)

"We've got approximately five minutes worth of a head start, that's enough to sort most everything out. ... Alright, we can afford to leave the blanket behind, although it would be helpful to have around ... hm. Maybe we could roll it up and tie it to the top of your backpack like a sleeping bag. Then it could also be a cushion if you were to fall backwards. Yes, that's what we'll do. Alright, give me your ... are you listening to me?"

The skin beside your thumbnail turns white and flaky, and your index finger cramps up in a hooked position. It draws your attention - the cuticle had been picked raw. Only at the sight and subsequent stinging of blood flow did you stop, and simultaneously hear Loki's voice. He was standing above you, clearly annoyed.

"You're doing it again."

"Doing what?" you ask without looking up.

"Getting stuck in your mind. Stop it." He crouches to your criss cross applesauce post in the house's living room floor. Your gaze was glued to the loose board from the other night. Or was it last night? It doesn't make a difference now. From this point forward this place is just a memory. Like all the rest.

"We have to go," Loki insists. His tone surfaces a nasty resentfulness in you, and while you were partially aware that he was undeserving of it, that didn't override it. He grabs the hand that you're absently picking again and you jump, startled by the harsh touch. "What have you done? You're bleeding!"

"It's fine!" The nearing sound of inhuman croaks and moans drives your heart rate up. "It's not a big deal!"

"It is a big deal," Loki counters. "But we don't have time to discuss that right now." He snatches you to your feet by the same hand, plants his hands on your shoulders and stands directly in front of you. "We have to go."

"I heard you the first time."

His eyes darken. "I've said it thrice now."

You squirm, wishing he would understand. Wishing there was time to understand.

"Get out of your head," Loki demands, shaking your shoulders. You want to punch him, but he'd just counter it. What are you gonna do, argue for half an hour? Wait for the infected to get there and ask them why all of this is happening? You're not stupid.

You nod and feel your lip quiver, seething at your body's betrayal. Being made to feel like a child is enough, but then to look like one too. Why is everything so fleeting?

Why is it that even at just the thought of what humanity has come to, at the thought of the infected monsters coming to ruin everything you're fighting for, at the thought that those monsters were once people but are now closer to brainless rabid animals, why when faced with the inhuman reality do the most human feelings emerge? At the end of the day, you are the child that just wants to go home. But it's impossible. There is no home.

Loki hard set jaw softens. "Listen to me," he breathes, and places a cold hand on your bare neck. His big, round eyes are almost blue with worry. "Although it may not look like it, we're one step closer. We're going to be fine, I swear to you." With a gentle pull, Loki brought you to into him and rested your foreheads together.

It's moments like this that you wonder if he's been lying this whole time about not being able to read minds and see the future and such. In his words was conviction. It's a quality Loki rarely exhibits with his usual "any way the wind blows" perspective. It reminds you that at the end of the day you share a common goal. You breathe deeply, grounded by the weight of Loki's head against yours. The intimate gesture made you want to cry; it was a reminder for you to trust him.

You wonder how he always knows what to do, or what to say to give you the appropriate kick in the ass.

"We better go," you croak.

He pats your shoulder. "You know what to do."

The old routine kicks in. First and foremost: make sure your pistol and knife are on you. Save the rest of the weapons for last. Pack all the food. Sort what supplies you need and don't need. (Which, in this case, everything is a need.) Pack the supplies as neatly as possible. Distribute the weight. Put on dry socks. Boots. Dry gloves. Then you place your long rifle in your backpack holster that you'd crafted from a belt, and Loki does the same with his crossbow. Do a quick sweep of the area with your eyes for anything you may have missed. The two of you do this separately.

The place is wiped clean, save for those stocked bookshelves. If only you could take the entire beautiful collection with you. In two steps you cross the living room, removing your backpack. Quickly you scoop up a few books with the most enticing covers at a glance. A voice nagged your mind that the weight of the books would pose a challenge and maybe outweigh the idea altogether, but in your heart you felt otherwise. The paper could be used for a fire at the least. Of course, if possible, you wouldn't be burning any of them.

"They're coming," Loki says out of breath. "Hurry, we don't have time!"

"I got it," you call back, even though you're merely feet apart. You can feel the herd's stamping run through the floor boards, hear their widespread wails and screeching.

"Now!" Loki yells, opening the front door, squinting as he watched the oncoming infected. White light blinds you and cold wind bites your face. You wished you'd thought of putting on a bandana, but there wasn't time. You run out of the cabin, leaving it behind.

Everything is white. Your feet weigh a hundred pounds each as they carry you through inches - hell, more like feet of unforgiving snow. Freshly falling snowflakes dampen your clothes; the icy air draws hot tears from your eyes. Or at least that's the reason your brain convinced itself for crying. You ran towards the snowy hills, toward the frosted trees, toward nothing. You just ran. They were right on your heels. The ravenous sound of the herd was amplified in the wide open outside.

Your momentum got too fast - a leg jutted out too far for a running step and you almost lost it. The other leg quickly compensated, and you bent at the knees and kept running - but the thought of almost falling and being left behind makes you come to a screeching halt. Cheeks burning from the cold, eyes struggling to stay open.

Where'd he go?

"Loki!" you call his name into the air. The whirling wind whispers an empty reply.

Looking around, your aching, shrunken stomach twists into knots. You're blind. Nothing but white everywhere, and no Loki. Standing still allows the grueling weight of snow melt to set into your clothes. Desperately you scan the area, and turn to find a patch of tall evergreen trees nearby. At the moment you saw them, the falling of snow dust from low lying branches reels you in. Too high to be a deer. Too stealthy to be infected. Below to your right was the ever-starving herd, now somewhat dumbfounded at the bottom of the hill. The mere fact that they're within eyesight and earshot makes you decide not to yell out again.

If that isn't Loki in the trees, you're in trouble. But he's nowhere. What choice do you have?

Your fingers grip tightly around the handle of your pistol, feeling like icicles underneath thin gloves. You make way to the trees, mindful of the oblivious but keen infected, scanning your surroundings. No footprints. The branches remain still. When the gun's barrel is close enough to touch them you quickly act, snatching a handful of branches away. A sweep reveals the hollow in the thicket to be empty, free of animal droppings or tracks.

Maybe it was just wind blowing the tree. Maybe it was a flying pig. Regardless, Loki had to be hiding somewhere.

The area had grown quiet, as if the herd had begun blindly searching for their prey. They were likely staggering around the cabin, using their highly developed echolocation to try to spot you. Luckily, their intelligence stopped there. The rest was eat, eat, eat. You considered whistling out for Loki, but refrained from it in fear of rousing the herd up again.

Great. Nothing in sight, nowhere to go, and no one to complain about it to. Where the hell is he? And why is he still hiding? you pondered, circling the perimeter of the evergreens. No movement, no sound except for the thunderous crunching of snow beneath your boots.

And then the sound of snow pluming around your head. Snow in your eyes, ears, on your neck. Chilling your spine, cushioning your elbows. Your mind whirring as you open your eyes and squint them right back shut at the the bright, vast blue sky. Then a tall, thin shadow obscures the light, and your eyes shoot open.

Loki was standing above your body, laughing.

You raise your gun to give him a glimpse of the afterlife. Or whatever Asgardians face after they're scared to death. Only, your gun is gone.

"Looking for this?" he chirps and dangles your pistol above you like a piece of meat, interrupting your panicked shuffling to find it.

Disoriented, lopsided and homicidal, you spring to your feet haphazardly and prepare to unleash a volcano of profanity, but you can't. He's smirking. His cheeks are as round and rosy as a kid on Christmas morning - he even lends a hand to help you regain balance.

Every bit of air leaves your lungs in a scoff of disbelief. "Wha - why'd you do that?" you ask, then interject more forcefully, "What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

"Keep your voice down," says Loki calmly, leaning in and commanding you with a firm hand on your shoulder. You sling it off, furious.

"Fuck you, I thought you were gone! I thought someone had taken you!"

"Yes, and if I had, you would've been taken as well."

"You ... you pushed me to the fucking ground!"

"Actually, I pulled you to the ground. From behind. It was a bit of a test of my ingenuity in the comforter blanket's effectiveness of protecting your head in a fall. And I must say, I believe it worked quite well. Though I bet those books in your backpack proved to work against you, didn't they?"

Your mouth hangs open as if to speak, but you're so possessed by anger that no rational speech comes out. Hyperventilating, head shaking in denial, hands dying to punch him where it counts. How could he scare you like that?!

"Hey," says Loki, taking one of your trembling hands. "Don't take it so badly. If I were you, I'd be eternally grateful that it was me who caught you instead of someone else. Because it all comes full circle, dear. You mustn't get so lost in your own mind. You have to be one with yourself, and be able to separate them when needed."

He wets his chapped red lips and winks, crows feet crinkling around his big, round eyes. He was sincere, despite the condescending untertone in his voice. As much as it lit you up with rage, Loki had bested you. He'd not only proven a valid point of his own concern regarding the deficit in your caution, but he'd also brought something to your attention that you hadn't fully considered; while you're always subconsciously aware of your needing him to survive, you weren't so aware of what you would do without him. Even knowing the cold fact that either of you could be killed at any time. That never completely processed before.

But frankly, it was never something you wanted to give a nanosecond of a thought, and you damn sure don't want to now.

You extend the opposite hand to the one Loki's holding. "I'll take my gun back now."

Loki is taken aback, his eyebrows raising in surprise as though he'd expected a more playful response - or even just something more elaborate. Which, normally, maybe you would've been. But clearly things are changing everywhere, and it seems you're gonna have to change, too.

A strange, conflicted smile washes over Loki's face, then he quickly straightened it out into a more distant look. Without breaking away from your glare, he plops the pistol into your hand with enough force to spring your hand downward.

"Onward, then."

You tuck the gun in the back of your jeans. "Lead the way."

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Beautiful Things

Who: Erik Lehnsherr and Anna Marie ( @annamariexrogue)

When: A few days prior to the Radioactive event

What: Just before the city and the world change, Erik asks Anna to build something new and beautiful with him. She says yes.

Erik:

The world would not have considered Erik Lehnsherr to be a romantic. Oftentimes, that assessment was correct. It came to a head, occasionally, against his more stalwart belief that anything worth doing was worth doing correctly. He never met a challenge halfway, never left a task partly done or sloppy. If he was going to expend energy and time on something, it would be to his exact specifications. With Anna, given their history and the string of challenges they'd faced before the dance around one another had finally ended, that was even more true. He'd proposed to her before. She'd rejected him. For years, he'd waited on her to find something in herself that might lead her back to him. It had, and now he meant for her to remain. Anything worth doing was worth doing correctly, yes, and sometimes it was worth doing more than once. He'd made the ring months earlier.

District X was covered in glittering snow and ice - a veritable winter wonderland by the ocean and a world apart from the climate of southern California. Their own world, for the time being. Erik woke early enough to beat the sun. He'd considered taking her a thousand different places - the depths of the ocean, the barren yet beautiful surface of the moon, or any of the other lovely places Earth itself might offer them. He could do all of that. Anna knew it already, and so there seemed to be no need. He'd proposed to Magda in a field of wildflowers as a poor, broken, yet desperately in love man clinging to the idea that the two of them could still create something good for themselves. Not much had changed. There was snow instead of flowers and a different bride-to-be, if she accepted.

Erik woke Anna after he'd dressed. He sank down onto the bed next to her and reached out to lay his hand against her shoulder. "Wake up, my dear. Come outside with me."

Anna:

Although Remy's return to District X had shaken her, the fact that he was willing to move forward as friends eased some of the burden from her heart. Anna knew she'd made her share of mistakes, but the decision itself was not one she'd ever regret, even if she felt remorse in how she'd handled it. It didn't feel like she deserved to be here with Erik - happy, on good terms with his family, and optimistic for the future. NOVA's withdrawal from the city might only bring short term peace, but it was still nice to walk the streets without being mindful of a NOVA patrol. It afforded them all a sense of freedom and ease. For the first time in months, she believed they could win.

The morning he woke her, she felt groggy and confused. "Outside?" Her hair was a mess and she smoothed it down with one hand, blinking at him. "Right now? Is somethin' wrong, Magnus?" Already she was sitting up to look for the robe she always left by the bed. In the weeks before the mission, Anna always went to sleep half-expecting to be woken up in the middle of the night, with news from the league or to defend against an attack. Even though it was over, it was a difficult mode to shake herself from entirely.

Erik:

“Not at all.” He hoped not, at least. No alarms had been sounded, no cameras or security measures tripped. “Get dressed.” Offering her more than that would give the whole thing away, in which case he might as well do it there sitting at the bedside. Surely he couldn’t be faulted for wanting more of a moment than that, could he? After all the time that had passed with the two of them moving in and out of each other’s lives? Three years together had passed and Erik felt already that he waited too long. He’d wanted some sense of surety that Anna wouldn’t refuse him again, and eventually supposed be would not get more than what he already had.

He stepped out into the hallway long enough to let her get dressed as she pleased, or follow him in that robe if she wished, before he took her hand. Not another word passed between them (at least not from him) until they were outside. They were greeted immediately by the twinkle of snow. The sun was just beginning to peak over the horizon and lend new purples and shifting blues to the sky. Erik walked toward the beach, and even the breeze off the top of the water didn’t seem to touch the blanket of winter that Bobby had laid over District X. “Just in time.” He’d wanted to make the sunrise.

Anna:

Confused, Anna still didn't hesitate to push back the covers even though she was generally reluctant to leave the warmth of her bed. She only slept in on the weekends. Something told her it was important, she knew Erik, and her curiosity was piqued. The quiet trust between them was a continual source of comfort; she could rely on it even in times of uncertainty. Their relationship had taken several sharp turns (and nosedives), and she'd explored its depths. It wasn't easier now, but there was a sense of stability she hadn't experienced before.

She took only a few minutes to change into jeans and a sweater. It was colder than usual this morning. Anna thought little of it as she met him in the hall and took his hand, so she was unprepared for the thick blanket of snow that covered the District. Shocked, she looked up at him with a small laugh. "Bobby said he was gonna do it. Gorgeous, ain't it?"

Erik:

He came to stop just before they reached the sand, so that they seemed to be on the very line that separated them from everything else. Erik looked briefly out over the water, watching the white crests as the waves formed and broke over themselves. It was a vision - the ocean, the sky, the snow, and Anna. He took it all in with a long look. If his mind hadn’t been made up, which of course it was, then that would have done it.

“It is,” he agreed a few moments later. “There was a time that I wasn’t sure there was any beauty left in the world.” For much of his life, he’d seen the lowest and ugliest parts of it and wondered if he could crawl back out, or if there was even a reason to try. There was. There was always a reason. It was often something so much bigger than himself that coaxed him out and moved him forward. So seldom was it personal and close. The beauty he’d found was something he’d wanted to to apply to some higher, bigger thing. The exception to that stood in front of him. Anna was what he wanted for himself, wanted beside him and with him in a way that was only theirs. “I was wrong.”

Anna:

Snow on the beach made Anna think of the rare winter when they'd get snow in the swamp. Never stuck more than an inch, but she could still remember the frosted shoreline. She kept a snowball in the freezer for weeks. It made her wonder how long it would last, because her snowball's ill-fated life came to a premature end when Raven moved a bag of frozen rigatoni.

She was about to make the suggestion to Erik, but was instantly distracted at the tone in his voice. It was different than the way he typically spoke, even though everything he said had weight to it. The words struck her differently than they normally would because of that, and she studied his profile in the soft light. She smiled and slipped her fingers through his, shaking her head. "You mean to tell me ya were wrong about somethin', Magnus?" Her tone was gentle even as she teased him, the ease and natural feeling of his hand in her own emboldening.

Erik:

“Rare, I know. Enjoy it this once.” There was rarity in the verbal admission of it, at least. Mistakes were not foreign to him; he had made many and would make more. He’d paid for most of them quite dearly, too. Still, he wasn’t a man who went around announcing poor judgements. As Anna took his hand, he tensed his fingers enough to more fully grasp hers. It was one of the most unique things he could offer her - that touch that practically no one else could give her unless she gained a control over her abilities that had eluded her so far. Until then, he enjoyed the special place he had. It still required precautions, but they’d become secondary to him.

“The universe is full of worthwhile things. Beautiful things. Some of them I’m sure I’ll never lay eyes on or experience for myself.” He’d made his peace with that. Erik wasn’t a seeker of experiences, exactly, at least not just for the sake of it. “But the ones I’m lucky enough to live through, and the ones that I can create...” and that would always be the highest goal he had, “I want you to share.” He was no stranger to speeches, though they were often reserved for the public and some grander purpose. He’d thought for awhile on what he would say to her. Erik didn’t reach for the ring right away, though he could feel the weight of it in his pocket. Instead, he turned her hand over in his and watched her face.

Anna:

"It's beautiful," Anna agreed. She was tempted to feel the iciness between her fingers, but she resisted the urge for now. "Different seein' it in person." There hadn't been a lot of chances for her to see snow, really - at least not in a situation that would have given her time to appreciate it. It felt nice to enjoy it now, with Erik's hand for warmth instead of her gloves. Touch was something she'd so rarely enjoyed; she didn't want to take it for granted.

The words made her smile as a warmth crept into her cheeks. Anna wasn't the best at accepting compliments. There still existed within her a deeply held insecurity that was difficult to shake after everything she experienced, but she hid it well. She still took his words to heart. Erik didn't say things just to appease her and it was noteworthy that he wanted her here at all, let alone at his side. It was a connection she'd never be able to fully explain to anyone, but it'd always been there. Her voice had taken on a softer tone when she spoke again, quietly, "That's what I want too. There's no one else I'd wanna share them with, I hope ya know that." Calling off her engagement had been a difficult choice for her to make, but she knew she couldn't give her whole heart to Remy and leave this path unexplored. It wasn't a decision she regretted.

Erik:

“Is that a decision you’ve made already?” Erik had given her time. He’d given her time and space to the point that he’d let her go not once, but twice, and he didn’t mean to do it again. What he’d had to offer her before hadn’t been enough at the time. It wasn’t right, for whatever reason, and he hadn’t stopped her from going. Erik could be manipulative, he could certainly, and rightfully, be accused of coercing people in the past. He’d never done it to Anna, not in any way that counted. The choices she made were her own.

He reached for her and slid his fingers beneath her hair to curl his palm at the back of her neck. “I’ve done this before,” he began, and finally reached into his pocket with his free hand. With a flick of his thumb, he opened the little box and showed her the ring. “I’m hoping the answer you have this time will be better. Marry me, Anna. Be my wife. Build these things at my side.”

Anna:

Anna's brow furrowed and she laughed, surprised. "'Course it is. That's why I'm here. Can't even imagine bein' anywhere else, or with anyone else." Part of her would always love Remy, because how could she not, but it wasn't the same. At some point her feelings had definitively shifted to something more concrete and she wasn't left wondering; she hoped Erik hadn't been left wondering either, but she'd never hidden how she felt. They just didn't have a lot of conversations about those things.

It was why this morning walk came as such a surprise. She already knew there was something different about his demeanor today, because it was noticeably softer, but she still hadn't expected the question. A proposal. She was never prepared for it from him, even though she had no excuse not to be this time. They'd been together for years. There was no reason to give it any thought - it was what she wanted, and this time there was no hesitation, no awkward pause or uncertainty in her answer. "Yes. Yes, I..." One hand came up to cover her mouth and she laughed. "I never thought ya would ask me again..." Anna had been afraid he wouldn't, actually, but she'd never voiced those thoughts to him. "Of course I'm sayin' yes, Magnus."

Erik:

Erik didn’t smile terribly often. It wasn’t a completely foreign expression on his face, though it was rare, but the one he wore after she answered was as genuine as they came. He dropped his hand away from her neck to clasp her left hand instead. “I have waited a very long time to hear you say that, my dear. I imagine a less patient or stubborn man would have given up already.” But he’d only waited. There had been no one else or even close. It had been Magda and then it had been Anna. The rest were inconsequential. He’d loved only the two of them.

The ring lifted from the box with some invisible coaxing from Erik and moved close enough that he was able to slip it onto her finger. It was a delicately crafted thing, but simple in its design. He’d spent hours perfecting it until the piece he was left with reminded him of Anna every time he looked at it. It suited her, or he thought it did, and hopefully she would agree. He took a moment to admire how it looked on her hand before saying, earnestly, “Whatever I am and whatever I have, consider it yours.”

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Of Casual Encounters And Late Nights

I fell face first into the Maribat hole and now I’m in too deep. Thanks to everyone over at the Maribat discord server for being so incredibly lovely <3

Next Ao3

When one of Gotham’s villains decided to wreak havoc in Paris, Batman saw fit to send one of his sons to investigate further before deciding whether or not it was necessary to call in the whole family. Jason was more than happy to be the chosen one and less than a day later he was walking through the streets of the City of Lights trying to track down one of the Penguin’s goons.

While on the flight he had been scheming with Tim about possible courses of action to find as quickly as possible the new base of the Penguin and that’s what caused him to be led into a goose chase all around the city late at night following a couple of guys that, according to his brother, were part of the henchmen the villain had hired while in the new city.

Immersed as he was in thinking how to infiltrate the quarters he dropped his guard for a mere second but even that was enough for him to be pinned into the wall by two of the guys he was following. Jason cursed under his breath and tried his best to break free. He was a trained assassin goddammit, he wasn’t about to let these brainless schmucks think they could defeat him. Just as he reached for the inside pocket of his jacket where his weapons were a red shadow dropped from the roof next to the alley and in two quick swipes had the idiots tied up while the third one attempted a pathetic threat that was met with an icy blue stare that made him turn on his heel and run.

“Oh no you don’t”. With practiced ease he threw a knife at the retreating figure nailing him right on the calf making him trip and land face first into the street. With a small smirk he retrieved the cursing man and brought him back to the alley, only then paying attention to the red figure. He had to do a double take as all he could think of at first was “Those are a little too many spots”. As he recovered from that though, he looked at her in the eye with skepticism. “I wasn’t aware Paris had heroes”

“You’re new here I assume then?” the girl seemed to be giving him a once over to make sure he was okay before continuing “I’m Ladybug, I take care of Paris and its citizens.”

“Nice meeting you Ladybug” he nodded in acknowledgement and then begrudgingly added a small “Thank you for helping, though I could’ve beat them myself”

She was sitting in the shadow of the building next to them and the dim light made it almost hard to see her eyes but he could tell she was smiling by the sheer amount of amusement in her tone “Oh I’m sure you could have, that knife throw was impressive but here I’d rather resolve as many things as possible without resolving to that type of violence.”

Sirens could be heard approaching their position and Ladybug turned to him again “You should get going, I’ll hand these three over to the police”

Jason definitely felt the need to protest arise but if he wanted to recover from this and keep his low profile while in the city he had better do as the woman said and nodded with a chuckle “Until we meet again Ladybug then” he said and retreated back to his hotel for the night.

Marinette was not the type to linger while thinking about her encounters with civilians but there was something about this guy that left her unsettled. She was being honest when she said he could probably take the thugs out but if his approach to capturing the running guy was anything to go by, had she not intervened the fight would’ve ended a lot worse than it did. She supposed she couldn’t blame the guy for knowing how to defend himself, a lot of people in Paris started learning some kind of self-defense to at least make akuma attacks a bit more bearable. The bluenette tried to convince herself that there was nothing to worry about with this guy but then she remembered his movements and the glint in his eyes when he assured her he would’ve been okay. Fiery yet calculated (and a bit cocky if she was honest). He was used to this type of situations apparently.

“Should I be worried about him Tikki?” She turned to the tiny god floating by her monitor with a pensive expression “I have never seen him before, he didn’t know Ladybug which means he’s a foreigner and for all we know he could be dangerous”

“Or maybe he’s just well prepared. His accent sounded american, and you know they have their fair share of heroes and villains there too.” The kwami floated closer to Mari and sat on top of her head giving her gentle pats.

“I guess you’re right… I would like to keep an eye on him nonetheless if I see him again. You never know and if somehow Hawkmoth manages to snag him and turn him into an akuma…” She shivered at the thought. Ladybug and her team had fought many akumas in the previous years but the nagging feeling at the back of her head insisted that she wouldn’t like to fight against this one.

She decided she needed more information on this stranger.

As the young woman debated with herself Tikki could only stare at her in hopes that she would crawl out of the spiral of thoughts on her own. When that didn’t happen she flew in front of her chosen and patted her cheeks. “You have classes tomorrow early, you should go to sleep Marinette. You can think about all of this in the morning”

“Oh...oh right! I almost forgot about that. I have to finish my outline for the project and start sewing the prototype for-”

Tikki could see the anxiety slowly creeping on Mari’s face and put a stop to it before it could spiral out of control. “That can wait, you need sleep and if you started now it would probably go wrong somewhere and you’d have to start it from scratch later but you’d be also tired”

“You’re right Tikki. I don’t know what I’d do without you” She directed a soft smile to the tiny kwami and nuzzled her gently against her cheek “Goodnight”

“Goodnight Marinette” Tikki said before going back to her little fairy house her chosen had made just for her

After the lights were off and she had snuggled under the blankets Mari let her thoughts wander free for a moment and ugh. The young fashion designer had been so busy with her Ladybug duties lately she had started neglecting the rest of them. If she wanted to succeed in her career path and pass her classes she certainly needed to start working harder as finals were approaching at an alarming rate.

Why she had ever thought a double degree in fashion design and business was a good idea was beyond her, she imagined it would be worth it in the end to be able to make a name for herself in the industry but so far she was only regretting making a schedule that alloted for a maximum of 5 hours of sleep every night.

But it was what it was and for now all she could do was head to bed and hope her alarm could wake her up in the morning.

That’s it for now, I’m hoping to add more to it in the future after finals are done. Thanks for reading!

#jasonette #maribat #jason x marinette #miraculous ladybug #of casual encounters and late nights #part 1 #jason todd #marinette dupain cheng #marinette dupain-cheng #ml x dc

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Written In The Stars XXIX (Harry Potter xF!Oc)

A/N: Here’s ya boi Erick!! This is how I pictured him from 11 to 13y/o– If you know what references I’m doing I’ll be very embarrassed cause I’m not subtle at all but I hope you guys don’t know bc then I’ll be free of shame lmao. Sidenote- Do you know how freaking hard it was to find a gif where he looks this young? Most gifs he’s about 14-17 which is very useful cause I might need them for later, but c’mon I needed a baby Erick! So this is the best I could do lol, Enjoy!

Words: 2,569

Warnings: Too much cuteness. Kids are crushing and they don’t know what to do with all those feelings.

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Chapter Eleven: Secret Intentions.

Mel kept sending nervous glances at the Slytherin table during breakfast, eagerly waiting for the mail to arrive.

As promised, she hadn't told her friends who or how was she going to find out about what Malfoy said in his common room, she couldn't just walk up to Erick and ask him, so she'd written a short note asking him to meet her after breakfast and gave it to an owl that seemed conflicted with the fact that the girl was asking it to deliver a letter to someone who was inside the school.

She was anxiously eating everything she could just to have something to do and distract herself. Mel used to eat a lot when she was nervous, and Harry soon took notice of this.

"What are you going to do?" He whispered so neither Ron or Hermione could hear.

"I..." The owls arrived just in time, Mel followed them with her eyes fixed on one owl specifically, with black feathers on top of its head.

It landed right in front of Erick's plate, he looked at it curiously and took the note, reading it quickly. His eyes shoot up and found Mel's, a short nod was her only answer.

"I have to go-" Mel said tensely, standing up from her place, "to the bathroom."

"You alright?" Hermione asked her.

"Just ate too much- see you in class!"

She walked out of the Great Hall and straight into one the narrow halls that took her to the courtyard, at the time it was empty, all the students were currently having breakfast, since the weather was starting to get too cold to spend the mornings outside the castle.

She paced up and down the archway, planning on how to ask her friend about the heir without sounding too insulting.

"I must say," Erick said as soon as he arrived, "it's a nice change to be the one receiving notes"

Mel turned to face him, the note was on his hand and he wore an amused expression. He seemed to be in a good mood... and Mel was going to ruin it.

"I have to ask you a question, but I don't know how to ask it without being rude"

Erick's smile fade.

"Try me."

"My friends and I have been talking about what's been going on..."

"Of course you have..."

"And- well- it's just- we think..." Mel huffed, unable to say the rights things, "it just makes sense that the heir is one of your housemates"

A dreadful second passed.

"Really?" He pretended to be surprised. "Why's that?"

"If Slytherin's the one who made the chamber, the heir must be a Slytherin too, so shouldn't they be in his house as well?"

"Sharing blood is not the same as sharing a house," Erick replied shortly.

"What do you mean?"

"The heir could be in any house," He sat down at the base of a column, "it surprises me that you're the one that's asking me this"

"I'm not asking out of ignorance," Mel stated, "we think that certain someone might be it. I'm not saying your whole house is the problem. I asked you to come here so I could ask you about this person in particular."

"Then ask."

"Malfoy," Mel retorted, "he seemed especially happy when we found Mrs Norris hanging... has he mentioned something else about it now?"

"I have no idea," When he saw Mel's expression, he softened his tone. "I mean it, I don't say it to upset you. I don't spend much time in the common room nowadays..."

"Why?" Mel sat beside him.

"Malfoy’s not the only the one who's happy about this," He said in disgust, "you wouldn't believe the things I've heard lately..."

"You haven't heard anything in particular?"

"Not that I'm eager to participate in their discussions," he said, "and I don't pay much attention to what they say most of the time- I swear I'm not lying-"

"I believe you," Mel sighed, "I'm sorry you have to hear those awful things"

"I'm sorry I'm not being helpful," He showed a tiny, sad smile, "but if it makes you feel better, I'm not good for anything lately... It'd be a bit ironic if I helped the heir– out of all people..."

"What do you mean?"

Erick huffed, mist coming out of his mouth and nose from the icy weather.

"You'll laugh."

"I won't.”

He glanced at her and for the first time, Mel noticed uncertainty. Something in his expression showed that he was afraid.

She stretched her hand hesitantly but stopped half-way. Would it be too much? Perhaps. She lowered it and tucked it in her pocket.

Erick gathered the courage to continue, shivering lightly from more than just the freezing air.

"My family lives near a farm– several, actually– but that one's closer than the others–" He shook his head, "I’m not allowed to leave the house when I'm back from school, my whole life was inside the house."

Mel stayed silent, afraid of saying the wrong thing that would make him stop talking.

"Then one day my mum asked me to pick something from the garden– it was just a moment– but then..." He took a deep breath, she could tell he was immensely affected by the memory. "There was this girl nearby... she was..."

Mel stared at the boy intently. The way Erick had said it, she knew. The way he blushed and stuttered, she knew what he'd felt when he saw the girl.

"When did this happen?"

"A year ago," He fumbled with his hands. "I didn't mean to, but she was just there, walking near the fence... My father was away and my brother was sleeping, there was no way my mum–" He shook his head, terribly conflicted. "I talked to her only for a second– I shouldn't have, but it was only a second..."

"What's her name?"

"Anne," She was sure he didn't mean to, but he smiled when he said it.

"Anne?" Mel beamed. "It's beautiful..."

"And not allowed," Erick looked back at her. "Not in my family, at least. She's not even a witch– She's just– She's-"

"A muggle," Mel sighed. "But you like her?"

"I don't know," Her friend replied. "What happened... that's why I decided to befriend you. I don’t know if you think you’re happy, but you look happy most of the time and you lived your whole life as muggle until you found out you were a witch, right? I thought you'd help me see that... that muggles aren't what my family says they are."

"What do they say?"

"Same as Malfoy," He stood up hastily and leaned on the archway, looking away from her. "Same as everyone in that bloody house–" His eyes went back to hers, pleading. "I don't know who the heir is, but I hope you and your friends find a way to stop them."

"And?"

"Nothing," Said Mel, voice hoarse, "my plan was unsuccessful."

"Brilliant," Ron huffed, leaning back on the chair, "We only have one option now, but if I'm honest, this Polyjuice stuff sounds a bit dodgy to me. What if we were stuck looking like three of the Slytherins forever?"

"It wears off after a while," said Hermione impatiently. "But getting hold of the recipe will be very difficult. Snape said it was in a book called Moste Potente Potions and it's bound to be in the Restricted Section of the library."

"Hard to see why we'd want the book, really," said Ron, "if we weren't going to try and make one of the potions."

"I think," said Hermione, "that if we made it sound as though we were just interested in the theory, we might stand a chance..."

"Oh, come on, no teacher's going to fall for that," said Ron. "They'd have to be really thick..."

Mel and Ron shared a look, a smile appearing on their faces.

"Lockhart."

Lockhart was a brainless wizard- but oh, did Mel enjoy Harry's acting whenever Lockhart asked him for help to reenact his doings.

This time he was a lovely little werewolf, and Mel was having the time of her life.

"I'm- oh my- I'm about to pee my pants-" She whispered to Ron, covering her mouth with both hands and shaking in her chair, "I shouldn't, I really shouldn't be laughing-"

"Poor Harry," Ron agreed, but he was also holding back, "I hope this is worth it, cause if Lockhart doesn't sign Harry'll be pissed."

"Oh, he'll agree," Mel replied, "he won't say no to his dearest student- oh look! Harry's howling..."

Both kids sank in their chairs, laughing to the scene unfolding in front of them. They were quiet, but anyone who'd be paying attention could see their little figures trembling with contained chortles. It was a relief that Lockhart was too busy being the star of his own show.

The bell rang and everyone rushed to gather their things.

"Homework - compose a poem about my defeat of the Wagga Wagga Werewolf! Signed copies of Magical Me to the author of the best one!"

"Oh no, what would I do without it?" Mel snorted, picking her bag and looking at Harry with a teasing smile on her face, "There he is! You've got some skills, Glasses, what an actor you are-"

"Don't mention it," Harry glared at her, "not a word about this in the future, understood?"

"I won't say a word unless you give a good reason," She grinned, standing in front of him.

"I'll try to keep you happy," He nodded.

They stood there just looking at each other for a few seconds, then Harry's eyes flicked to the side and his smile dropped.

"Right," He cleared his throat, "ready?"

"If you're done ogling at Mel, yes," Ron raised his eyebrows.

"He was not... ogling" Mel suddenly felt very interested in the zipper of her bag.

"Ready?" Harry whispered.

"Wait till everyone's gone," said Hermione nervously. "All right..."

She approached Lockhart's desk, a piece of paper clutched tightly in her hand, Harry, Mel, and Ron right behind her.

"Er - Professor Lockhart? I wanted to - to get this book out of the library. Just for background reading. But the thing is, it's in the Restricted Section of the library, so I need a teacher to sign for it - I'm sure it would help me understand what you say in Gadding with Ghouls about slow-acting venoms-"

"Ah, Gadding with Ghouls!" said Lockhart, taking the note, "Possibly my very favorite book. You enjoyed it?"

"Oh, yes," Hermione's attitude changed drastically. "So clever, the way you trapped that last one with the tea-strainer -"

"Well, I'm sure no one will mind me giving the best student of the year a little extra help- and of course, you could help Miss Dumbledore to improve as well- she barely participates at all during class- I believe she's having a hard time retaining information," said Lockhart 'secretively' to Hermione, as if Mel wasn't right there.

He signed the paper and gave it back.

"So, Harry," said Lockhart. "Tomorrow's the first Quidditch match of the season, I believe? Gryffindor against Slytherin, is it not? I hear you're a useful player. I was a Seeker, too. I was asked to try for the National Squad, but preferred to dedicate my life to the eradication of the Dark Forces. Still, if ever you feel the need for a little private training, don't hesitate to ask. Always happy to pass on my expertise to less able players..."

"I don't believe it," Harry said as the three of them examined the signature on the note once they were outside, "He didn't even look at the book we wanted."

"That's because he's a brainless git," said Ron. "But who cares, we've got what we needed -"

"He is not a brainless git," said Hermione shrilly as they approached the library.

"Just because he said you were the best student of the year-"

"Hermione, he practically called me stupid right at my face," Mel was already used to his insults, she couldn't bring herself to care anymore, "Sure, I may not be the brightest, but that doesn't mean I can't tell one end of my wand from the other-"

"You're not dumb," Harry interrupted, "and you don't need extra help at all"

"I know that," She smiled, "don't worry, I'm not vexed about this, I decided to just mute him out"

Mel and Hermione hurried inside. The little girl didn't get to see Ron's teasing smile, or Harry trying and failing to kick the boy's ankle.

"Moste Potente Potions?" she repeated suspiciously, trying to take the note from Hermione; but Hermione wouldn't let go.

"I was wondering if I could keep it," she said breathlessly.

"Oh, come on," said Ron, wrenching it from her grasp and thrusting it at Madam Pince. "We'll get you another autograph. Lockhart'll sign anything if it stands still long enough."

Now in Moaning Myrtle's toilets, the children decided to start to review the plan.

"Here it is," Hermione pointed to the page and everyone leaned in to read it, "this is the most complicated potion I've ever seen. Lacewing flies, leeches, fluxweed, and knotgrass... Well, they're easy enough, they're in the student store- cupboard, we can help ourselves... Oooh, look, powdered horn of a bicorn - don't know where we're going to get that - shredded skin of a boomslang- that'll be tricky, too and of course a bit of whoever we want to change into."

"Excuse me?" said Ron. "What d'you mean, a bit of whoever we're changing into? I'm drinking nothing with Crabbe's toenails in it -"

"We don't have to worry about that yet, though, because we add those bits last..."

"D'you realize how much we're going to have to steal, Hermione? Shredded skin of a boomslang, that's definitely not in the students' cupboard. What're we going to do, break into Snape's private stores? I don't know if this is a good idea..." Harry shook his head in worry.

"Well, if you two are going to chicken out, fine," Hermione said. "I don't want to break rules, you know. I think threatening Muggle-borns is far worse than brewing up a difficult potion. But if you don't want to find out if it's Malfoy, I'll go straight to Madam Pince now and hand the book back in"

Perhaps the boys couldn't see it, but Mel knew why Hermione was being so aggressive. She was a muggle-born- The girl was scared, even if she didn't want to admit it, she feared for her life.

"I never thought I'd see the day when you'd be persuading us to break rules," said Ron. "All right, we'll do it. But not toenails, okay?"

Mel, who had taken the book while her friends were arguing, suddenly realized the next problem.

"Mione," She looked up, "how long do you think it'll take?"

"Well, since the fluxweed has got to be picked at the full moon and the lacewings have got to be stewed for twenty-one days... I'd say it'd be ready in about a month, if we can get all the ingredients."

"A month?" Ron's eyes widened, "Malfoy could have attacked half the Muggle-borns in the school by then! ...But it's the best plan we've got, so full steam ahead, I say."

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the-fiction-witch · 4 years

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The Kitchen Girl P1/2

TV SHOW DOCTOR WHO

COUPLE TIMOTHY LATIMER (AGE UP) X READER

RATING SMUT + ADORABLE

(not sure why but there is so little interested in this character like almost everyone else tbs plays gets attention but not Tim so let's try and give him some attention)

I stood shivering in the uniform that was far too big for me, my feet in a little hole of snow, clumps of snow in my hair.

My mother held my hand and my father finished up talking with the headmaster, All while I looked at this huge old school.

"Come Along Anna" my father sighed tugging on her arm

"No, it's not fair" she argues holding my hand tighter

"Anna let go,he has to go" my father warned her

"Please he can start next year Please William" she pleads

"Enough" he says forcing her hand away from me "goodbye Timothy, we'll see you at Christmas"

"I'll write you every week darling" my mother said almost in tears

"It's time to get inside and get settled" the headmaster said putting his hand on my shoulder and pulling me away from my parents "don't worry Mrs Latimer, they'll be home in no time a model military boy" he explained pushing me inside the building even if my mother cried-

I woke up in a Cold sweat, my breaths sharp and jagged as I sat up in the pure darkness, my body feeling the icy chill of the open window beside my bed. I turned, placing my feet on the frozen stone floor listening to the rain outside the window and the snores of the boys I share with. I quickly put my shoes on and wrapped a shirt around my body doing it up as I left the room as quietly as I could. Hurrying down the equally cold and dark corridors with only the sounds of my feet across the floor and the rain hitting the walls and roof.

Till I reached the little bathroom door opening it and shutting it quickly behind me standing on the stone floor leaning against the sink and mirror while I let my eyes clear and my head wake up a little.

I reached for my pijama pocket pulling out my silver watch, my finger even in the faint darkness trailing the alien text engraved on the fob. I opened it seeing the time reading a quarter to five the rain falling down the window in the pale light outside casing the reflection of the running water down the picture I had secured to the inside of the watch. The photo of my mother, in her favorite blue chair I remember vividly from playing beside as a child while she would knit in the few times I was allowed to before my father would force me away. Even in the photo her smile long faded and her face sickly, I remember so little of her anymore the few memories I have of her when my father wasn't around.

I shut the watch tightly not wanting to think about my father, of him forcing me here even if I beg him almost weekly to let me come home, but he insists I stay. I blame him in some ways for what happened to her knowing he could have done more but he chose not to and because of him I never saw my mother alive again after the day they left me here.

I gathered myself and left the bathroom light from outside slowly starting to crawl into the school. I wandered the hallowed halls for a while trying to make myself tried. I hated this place, I hated everything about it, the teachers are mean to me, the other boys beat me, the food makes me sick, I'm almost always tired and exhausted morning noon and night. After Mr Smith left everything went downhill, I wanted to be anywhere but here.

I heard a song that began to relax my nervous aching body, the little singing of a tune the church organ plays some Sundays in a voice that sounded as smooth and sweet as honey and milk. I creeped a little around the corner seeing the flicker of lights inside a room the door opened a crack where I could see the young girl who works here, well I say young she's a year or so younger than me and a harder worker the anyone, she and another lady where who replaced Martha and that poor lady. She cooks and cleans and does anything else people ask of her, and I couldn't deny I had grown rather fond of her and may have even developed a little crush on her. But I had kept it a secret, I didn't want to think what would happen if the other boys found out about it, not so much what they would do to me they would simply tease me maybe give me a beating for daring to think that way, but I feared more of what they would do to her if they all knew I liked her and that just wouldn't be fair. I smiled gently listening to her singing while she did whatever it was she was doing but the door opened and I had no time to hide away and she saw me as she stood with a tray of tea and toast she looked fixing a few strands of her hair where they had fallen from her bun fixing them behind her ear as she gently smiled and curstyed "Good morning Master Latimer, you're up early this morning sir"

"Good morning miss y/l/n, I didn't mean to disturb you, I couldn't sleep is all" I answered trying to hide my blush she smiled back and giggled

"It's no mind Master Latimer, if you like I'll make you a little cup of tea to help you get back to sleep?" She offered

"No thank you, it's alright" I told her "I'm awake now" I shrugged

"Well alright" she smiled shutting the door and starting to head off with her tray walking past me "I won't be a moment, just delivering the headmaster's breakfast, when I get back I'll make you some toast and a little strawberry jam" she winked before heading off upstairs.

I smiled blushing hard but I did wait for her to get back, she wasn't long and she let me inside the little room shutting the door behind us, she stood making the breakfasts for the teachers and matron all who were still asleep letting me sit on the counter while she worked.

"Why are you having so much trouble sleeping? Are the boys kicking you out for room again?" She asks

"No" I smiled

"They better not have a fox in there again" she warns

"They don't y/n" I laughed "I don't know why I can't sleep"

"Are you having bad dreams again?" she asks and I nodded fiddling with my fingers "About your mother again?" She asks and I nod

"I remember so little off her nowadays, it's a shame most of what I remember keeps me up at night" I explain

"Ohh Timothy" she said Sadly stopping her work to rest her hand on my own "you know she'd be proud of you, I'm sure whenever she is she's still keeping an eye on you" she explained before returning to her work

"She'd be happy no matter what I did" I laughed "not like my father, he won't be happy till I'm a major with a wife and four children" I explain

"Well… you could always run away and join the circus become a fortune teller" she laughed

"Y/n I'm serious" I laughed

"So was I" she jokes putting her hands on her hips "you are very good at telling the future, you'd make a pretty penny as a fortune teller" she explained starting to butter toast and put jam on them

"You really think so?" I asked

"Of course I do" she smiled

"Would… you come with me?" I asked and she smiled as she looked up from her work

"If you wanted me too" she says before handing me a bit of toast with some jam

"Y/n I'm not supposed to, jam is only meant for teachers" I argue and she giggled

"Knowone is going to miss three pieces of toast worth of jam" she says handing me the little tea plate with two more equally covered in jam "our little secret" she smiled before taking a tray and going of to give it to another teacher.

I stood out on the field, my ears echoing with the harsh sound of the guns, and of the teachers shouting orders to us. I wanted nothing to do with it and had planned to run off to my usually hiding space but the boys found me heading there and pushed me along to class.

Soon enough the boys moved and I did as I was told leaning on the floor beside the gun feeding the track of bullets while another boy fired it, I hated being so close to it, my mind started to wonder to nicer things mostly the little chat I had with y/n a few mornings ago still making me smile even now but the gun stopped suddenly.

"Sir! He's doing it again" he complained "Sir permission to take Latimer out for another beating?" He asked

"Granted" the teacher agreed and before I could argue him and the other boys from my dorm grabbed hold of me forcing me to walk around the back of the school, I tried to bundle myself against the wall trying not to scream or cry in pain till they moved away spitting on me as they went back to there lesson so I sighed and slowly picked myself up and headed inside.

As I did, I saw y/n knelt down cleaning the floor but she saw me and looked shocked

"Master Latimer, what happened?" She asks getting up and looking at my eye "I'll take you to the matron" she says

"No, I'll be alright" I argue

"Come on you need to sit down" she says tugging me into a room making me sit on a little bed as she started checking on my eye that was slowly becoming a bruise "what happened?" She asks

"The boys beat me up" I said

"Why did they do that?" She asks

"I wasn't paying attention to the lesson so the boys beat me up" I explained while she cleaned up my eye

"You really should go to the matron" she says

"If I go to her she'll put like iodine on me" I complain

"Well alright" she smiled "where else did they hit you?" She asks as she finished up with my eye

"I'm alright y/n I really am" I told her but she was having none of it and continued to fix up my various cuts and bruises "thank you" I smiled

"You're welcome Timothy" she smiled giving my cheek a little kiss which made me a little shocked and glowing a bright red "go on, head back to class" she said so I smiled and headed back to class.

I stood watching the boys play football on the field knowone ever wanted me on their team so I would always be on the sidelines only coming in if someone got hurt.

The mist thick over the full grey fields, the dew still on the grass that hadn't yet been walked on, the cold feeling in the air as winter was coming soon, occasionally a few drops of cold rain would fall. I knew soon we would be getting snow and my skinny body would freeze though the uniform. I saw out the corner of my eye y/n just heading out somewhere with her jacket and basket I wanted to go with her but I knew I wouldn't be allowed but I went over anyway

"Morning Master Latimer" she smiled

"Morning Miss y/l/n, where uhh where are you headed this morning?" I stuttered

"Just into town for some things" she smiled letting me walk with her "how's your eye doing?" She asks

"It's okay, healing fine, shove better in a couple more weeks" I explain trying not to shiver as a cold wind picked up

"Are you alright?" She asked

"Uhh yeah, I just… I feel the cold, more than most" I answered

"Oh you poor thing, well maybe once the boys are finished there football you can go in for a cup or tea, or a hot bath sir" she suggested

"I could" I nodded

"I could always make you some hot chocolate when I get back" she smiled

"It's alright y/n really," I laughed

"Are you sleeping any better?" She asks

"Not really, I assumed you knew that from the amount of them I've been spending with you lately" I laughed

"Maybe you should sleep somewhere else, away from the boys?" She says as we got to the little gate to the road and pathways to town "perhaps you could come snuggle at the foot of my bed next time you can't sleep Timothy" she laughed as she went out the gate shutting it behind her keeping me here on the other side rather in shock "see you later" she smiled giving my cheek another kiss and heading down the path to town waving at me as she went so I waved back and returned to the football before someone saw I was missing.

I sat down just as another boy came off sitting down and having a rest where they swapped him out for another boy

"Where did you scarper off to Latimer?" Hutchinson said his gruff tone indicating he didn't really want me to give him the answer

"Ohh… just to the bathrooms" I lied trying not to look at him

"Poppy cock you little bastard now where did you go?" He asked grabbing my wrist and twisting it

"Nowhere important I swear" I lied trying desperately not to admit the truth

"Fine" he sighed Letting me go "I know Latimer" he whispered to me

"What? Know what?" I asked in panic

"Ohh yes Latimer, I know all about your little strumpet"

"My what?"

"I know All about that little girl of yours, that little kitchen girl. Mummy and daddy will be thrilled there little darling shacking up with the help" he laughs "relax I won't tell" he winked

"How did you find out?" I asked

"Not like you exactly kept it a secret, sneaking out all hours of the night and the Early morning, coming back with lipstick on your face, you honestly think people weren't going to figure it out" he laughs

"When have I come back with lipstick on my face?" I asked in shock and fear

"You have a lipstick kiss on your cheek right now Latimer" he laughs

I rubbed my cheek where y/n kissed me and I did Indeed have a lipstick mark there so I kept rubbing it away using a little dew from the grass to wipe it off

"How did you get a cutie like her to be interested in you?" He asked

"I don't know" I shrugged With a laugh "I don't think I did anything…"

I sat on my bed, the boys at gun practice, I had managed to sneak away today so I sat on my bed cleaning my clothes listening to the guns outside my window. The door opened and I ducted under in fear of someone seeing me but I heard the general humming so I peaked out from under my bed seeing y/n stood fixing the beds

"Ohh it's just you" I sighed in relief sitting back on my bed but I made her jump her hand to her chest

"Ohh you startled me Master Latimer" she blushed

"Sorry, it's alright it's just me" I smiled "did you want to sit for a moment?" I offered patting beside my bed

"I'm alright thank you" she smiled

"Y/n, you've been on your feet since four this morning I know you have, come sit with me just for a moment" I plead and she laughed putting her work down and sitting beside me on my little metal framed bed

"I haven't seen you in a while, I was starting to wonder if you didn't want to see me anymore" she says

"Ohh no y/n never, I just… one of the boys saw you left a lipstick mark on my cheek last we spoke" I explain "I didn't want anyone to find out"

"Find out what?"

"About… how I feel about you" I blushed "I just don't want anything bad to happen"

"What could happen?"

"Y/n, if the boys found out how I felt about you, they'd never leave me alone, you think I get the shit kicked out of me now imagine if they knew about this, and… they wouldn't leave you alone, they'd bother you, touch you just to upset me, and if the headmaster found out you'd lose your job" I explain "so I stayed away from you… just for a while so knowone figured it out"

"Aww Timothy" she smiled "I'm sure it'll be okay" she smiled holding my hand gently

"I just worry"

"I know, your a little worrier" she laughed kissing my head "I still like spending time with you Timothy"

"I like spending time with you too y/n"

"Besides how bad could it be that the boys find out you like chatting with the kitchen girl?"

"It's not the chatting I'm worried about"

"Then what?"

"Y/n? I really like you,"

"Aww I like you too" she laughed

"No I mean… like-like you" I blushed squeezing her hand "like a crush on you…"

"Awww Timothy" she giggled "I knew" she smiled kissing my cheek "I like you too"

"Y/n? Could I kiss you?" I asked looking at her lips

"Sorry Timothy, I have to finish my work" she smiled putting her fingers on my chin to make me look back at her eyes "later" she winked

I woke up again, the daylight not even a hint yet in the sky as the storm raged, the boys all fast asleep and it was so dark I couldn't read my watch. I got up slipping some things on getting half dressed into my pants and shirt, I didn't have my shoes as I didn't want to make much noise walking around the school, before I snuck out and walked around the corridors rubbing my eyes snapping my suspenders onto my shoulders as I did, I yawned walking the corridors like a ghost or a zombie.

"Pssst" I heard making me stop short a little confused "PPpssssssttt" I heard again

"Hu?" I said allowed

"Timothy" the voice said in a hushed whisper I began to get freaked out assuming it was a ghost or something but I followed the voice down a long corridors the darkness broken only by a flash of lightning every so often coming in through the window I followed the voice deeper into the school before I saw the window cashing a little light into the hallway and as I looked to the window a flash of lightning outside revealed a haunting figure I went to scream but something put a hand over my mouth and in the closeness and that my eyes were beginning to adjust I saw

"y/n?"

"Hi Timothy" she giggled taking her hand away completely

"You crazy girl you scared me" I laughed quietly giving her a little hug

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vs-redemption · 4 years

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woaaaah <33 im so happy !! thank you for paring me with bokuto! he is so dear to me♡ it was so in character too!! may i please get one for snk too? if it's too much for you, don' bother i'm happy<3

I couldn’t stop smiling after reading your message! I am so relieved you liked your match. I was happy that you thought Bokuto was in character too. That was my first time writing him! You’re also the first person to ask for a SNK match, so that was exciting. I hope I did a good job this time as well!

Find out how to request a match-up HERE

Your match is: Armin Arlert

Why Armin?

Even as a child, Armin had an insatiable curiosity about the world. He spent most of his life reading about extraordinary places outside the walls in books, longing to get out one day and see them. The fact that everything about you from your unique olive skin to your unfamiliar fashion is new to him is going to catch his interest right away. He’s going to be a bit shy about it, but he’s going to want to ask you a million questions. The more he learns about you, the more fascinated he is. You love reading? He’s going to want to read every book you recommend. You love exploring nature? He’d do just about anything to go on some incredible adventures with you!

Like Bokuto, Armin can get down on himself sometimes. He’s always had low self-worth thanks to the bullies from his childhood, but those doubts only intensified after his life was chosen to be saved over Erwin’s. He constantly worries that he should’ve died instead, so your words of affirmation are going to do wonders for him. Please remind him as much as possible how smart and brave he is. Also, I don’t think Armin has much experience with receiving affection, so please teach him all about it. He’s going to learn fast and start initiating hugs and cuddles on his own soon enough.

The world Armin lives and fights in every day is pretty dangerous and depressing, so the light you bring to his life is going to make him fall for you FAST! He loves that you’re always trying to get him and his friends so smile and laugh. Your optimism is also going to give him hope, and the fact that you share the same dream of making a better future makes him love you so much more.

SHORT STORY

It was getting late and Armin still hadn’t come home even though he was probably exhausted from the exhibition he’d returned from that day. You were just thankful he was alive, but you knew Armin would lament over the lives that had been lost and find ways to blame himself for anything that had gone wrong. The survey corps relied too heavily on his intelligence and tactical abilities now that Commander Erwin was gone, and the pressure definitely got to him sometimes. You hated to leave him alone in that state of mind, so you got up to search for him.

Predictably, you found him sitting in the small library located inside of the survey corps headquarters. It was dark inside aside from a single oil lamp sitting on the table next to him. He was hunched over with his head in his hands so you couldn’t see his face.

“Armin,” you call to him softly to alert him of your presence. He sits up quickly and turns to look at you, whispering your name in surprise. His blue eyes soften for just a moment before a look of shame crosses over his features and he turns away.

“Hey,” you place the small basket you’d brought with you on the table before sliding into the seat next to him. Your hand instinctively finds a place on his back and you begin to rub soothing circles around his shoulders and neck. “Have you eaten anything since you got back?” As you’d expected, he shakes his head. You open up the basket and pull out a few bread rolls that you’d baked that morning. You put them on a napkin and slide them over to you boyfriend. “Eat.”

“I froze,” he admits to you while grabbing one of the rolls and nibbling on it. “I knew my comrades were in danger but I couldn’t think of anything to do… not until it was too late.”

“You’re allowed to grieve them,” you go back to rubbing his back gently. “But you can’t blame yourself for what happened. I don’t know exactly what it’s like outside the walls, but I’ve heard enough horror stories to understand that you’re never going to be able to save everyone no matter how smart or strong or fast you are.”

“But if it had been Erwin there…” Armin begins but you cut him off before he can go down that path.

“Do I need to remind you of all the people who are alive today because of you?” You ask with an encouraging smile, “or make a list of all the brilliant strategies you’ve come up with since joining the scouts?” Armin shakes his head no. You reach back into your basket to pull out one of the books he’d shown you when you both first met. It had belonged to his grandfather.

“Don’t forget what you’re fighting for,” You say while flipping the book open to reveal pictures of icy cold glaciers, giant sandy hills, and large expanses of salty ocean water. “You still have to take me to see all of these places one day, once the titans are gone and the people inside the walls are safe.”

Armin’s eyes fill with wonder as they scan over the colorful pages laid out in front of him. Sure, the world could be a cruel, unforgiving place. But, it was also beautiful and full of wonder. He looks up to meet your gaze, not needing a book to remind him that there were things worth fighting for in the world. Having you by his side was proof enough.

#Cindy's Birthday Event #Armin Arlert #Attack on Titan #aot #Shingeki no kyojin #snk #Match-up

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jamesashtonisbae · 4 years

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Why Not Both Part 6

Word Count: 2142

Pairing: Bryce x MC (Bentley Rogers) and Rafael x MC (Bentley Rogers)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Language, not explicit lemon content, but lemon-y

Summary: Bentley cannot decide between Bryce and Rafael. Will she have to?

Tag List: @rafaelsupermanaveiro @frugalchoicer

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they belong to Pixelberry studios

Happy Open Heart returns day! Sorry this fic has been backburnered forever....

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Bentley stood in front of her locker, fiddling with the bottom of her scrubs. She smiled softly as she thought about her night with Rafael. It could not have gone any more perfectly.

…

Rafael let out a groan and pressed himself closer to Bentley. She sighed and pressed her lips to his bare chest, grateful for how safe and warm she felt.

“This is the perfect morning, Bentley,” he whispered, tugging her closer. “I don’t want you to go to work yet.”

Bentley groaned, “I don’t want to go to work. Or leave this bed. I want to spend all day with you in this bed.”

He smiled, tilting her chin up and kissing her gently, “But you get to see Bryce when you go to work. And then tell him you love him.”

She grinned softly, “Oh yeah, I do. That is something to look forward to, and I am very excited to tell him. Is it weird that I’m talking to you about this? I’m so sorry, I promise it doesn’t make me love you less. I love you so much Rafael. So, so much.”

He laughed, “I know you do, Baby. Somehow, I know that what you have with Bryce doesn’t have anything to do with me. It still is kind of hard for me to grasp, but yesterday it clicked a little bit. I know you love me. You know you love me. I know you love him. He doesn’t know that yet, but he needs to. I love you so much and I can see this going well. You’re incredible, he’s incredible, and I can say this honestly, I am too. We’re great people who make each other better. I know that this is going to work. Yes I’ll miss you tonight, but I know you’re mine. I know I have you for, well, for the rest of the future that I can envision. And that’s perfect for me.”

Bentley smiled, “God, I love you more and more every moment.”

“I love you too,” he kissed her lips gently, then pulled away, “Okay, let’s get out of here.”

…

“Hey, beautiful. How are you doing?” Bentley felt a pair of arms wrapped around her. She turned and laughed, pressing her lips to Bryce’s in a passionate kiss. He gripped her waist tightly, slipping his hands under her scrub top. As his hands roamed, their kiss grew more passionate, and he started pushing her into the lockers behind her.

“Okay, you two, get a room,” Bryce and Bentley separated, making eye contact with Rafael across the room. They all three laughed, Bryce reaching out to shake Rafael’s hand, then both of them leaning in to kiss her on each cheek.

“You guys spoil me…”

Bryce leaned down and took her lips with his, “You deserve everything we have to offer and more.”

“I just wanted to come see you once before you left. You two have a good night,” Rafael winked at Bryce, then waited as Bentley turned and kissed him.

“Miss you already,” she kissed him gently, letting him lean into her and take her in closer. Bentley was acutely aware of Bryce behind her, and her body tensed in reaction. She knew Rafael could sense she was uncomfortable, so he pulled away, meeting her gaze. With a shake of her head, she mouthed that she loved him and gave him a quick goodbye peck.

He mouthed it back, then gave her arm a gentle squeeze. Rafael turned away from her and shook Bryce’s hand once more before leaving the locker room.

Bryce turned to her, clearly having seen her tensing with Rafael, and took her in his arms, “What was that all about, B?”

With a sigh, she gripped Bryce’s biceps and looked down. He gazed at her softly while she took a deep breath and gathered her thoughts.

“I just don’t know how to do this. If I’m with him, I feel like I’m neglecting you, and if I’m with you, I feel like I’m neglecting him. I want you both so badly, but I have no idea what I’m doing.”

Bryce took her chin between his thumb and index finger and tilted it so she looked him in his eyes, “Did you know how to be a doctor your first day of med school?”

She laughed, “No.”

“Are you better at it now than you were on your first day?”

“Well, I sure hope so,” she smiled as he gazed at her with sincerity that made her head spin.

“What kept you going when you had doubts?”

“Well, I remembered that it was what I wanted to do. I wanted to help others and achieve what I had dreamed of my whole life.”

“Okay, do you want me?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want Raf?”

“Yes.”

“So we’ll work at it. Things will be hard. Things will go south. Things will be sticky, and messy, and rough. But you’re worth it to me, I want you. That’s why I’m here. That’s why when it’s a little awkward watching another man kiss the girl I love, I remind myself of you, and how much I want you. And it becomes less awkward. And I can deal with it.”

“Bryce… did you just…” Bentley took his face in both of her hands and pulled his lips down to meet hers in a soft, hesitant kiss. He returned it with a tender touch, cradling her chin in his hand, and taking her bottom lip in his teeth. It was gentle, and passionate, and full of love, and she was happy, fully and completely happy.

“I love you, Bentley,” he pulled away, leaning his forehead against hers and gazing into her eyes.

“I love you, too Bryce Lahela,” she responded with a relieved laugh. He grabbed her in his arms and wrapped her into a tight hug, nearly crushing her. As he lifted her off the ground and spun her around gently, both of them laughing giddily. She looked down at him as he looked up at her, both of them so happy. Before she could get too happy, she knew she had to ask Bryce about the night before.

“Hey, Bryce. Last night, why’d you let Rafael go home with me first?”

He looked up at her and stopped spinning, “Because I didn’t want you to have to choose. I knew you’d be too stressed to decide, so I just made it easier for you.”

Bentley sighed softly, shaking her head, “You are an incredible man. I can’t believe you would do something so selfless. You’re the perfect man, you know that right? I love you Bryce.”

He kissed her softly, “Don’t give me so many compliments, you know I’ll just get a big head.”

“But you deserve it. You deserve everything. I want to give you everything.”

“Do I have your love?” he asked, pulling her in closer.

“Of course.”

“Then I have everything.”

He leaned down and pressed his mouth to hers, “Wanna go out for drinks tonight, baby?”

“Yes. But can it not be Donahue’s? I don’t want to be tempted to spend time with other people. I just want to spend time with you, please.”

He smiled, “Of course.”

“Can we go to my place so I can change? I want to put on something cute for you.”

“Yes. Grab a bag and we’ll go to my place to drop it off, then go to my neighborhood bar. And then go back? I know we don’t have too long a turnaround between shifts tonight, but I want to spend as much time with you as I can.”

“The feeling is mutual. I love you, so much Bryce. I’ve loved you for so long, I just couldn’t resolve that with my other feelings. But it’s been there for a while. I feel so strongly about you. So strongly.”

“If I’m being honest Bentley, I loved you when we went go-kart racing after the triage day,” he started as he took her hand and they walked out of the hospital to her apartment. “I was exhausted, mentally and physically, but I was also exhilarated from getting to be part of all those surgeries, and the only person I wanted to share it with was you. I know that was a big day for you and Rafael too, but I think it was big for us too. Maybe even more so now that you know how I felt about you.”

“I was so spacy that day, I’m sorry. From my perspective, I wasn’t able to be there for you at all that day. But I guess my feelings for you overrode how I felt about the day. I thought so highly of you. I already did, but especially then. You worked so hard, you just kept going from surgery to surgery, taking care of others before yourself. And with your scrub cap and sleeves rolled over your biceps, you looked,” she pulled him to a stop and pressed her lips to his cheek, “so” she whispered, mouth moving down his jaw, “damn,” she teased her tongue under his mandible, then nibbled on it a little, “sexy.”

He groaned, taking her hips in his hands as she continued her onslaught on his neck. They continued pushing back out of the path they’d been walking on and took their time, running their hands over each other. Bryce wrapped his hands around her, tugging at her scrubs and letting his hands slip up to rub his hands on the soft skin of her stomach.

His hands were rough from years of hard work when he was in high school and college. He had disclosed some of the jobs he had taken when he was younger while they were lying on the grass under a tree eating brunch one day. She could feel him securely delivering drinks as a bartender when he gripped her hips. When his hands ran over her back to tug her closer, she felt the callouses from years as a mechanic. He pressed her close with a wide palm on the small of her back, and she imagined him using those hands mending clothes when he couldn’t afford to buy himself new ones. When he slipped his hands up and under her bra, she felt the precision that made him the most sought after senior resident surgeon at Edenbrook.

They were pressed against a building on the way to her apartment, which was really close to Edenbrook, and had been “on their way” for about fifteen minutes. It was a seven minute walk, on a snowy day when the sidewalks were icy.

But neither of them cared. They were so in love. She was happy with him. And by the feeling of him pressed against her the way he was.

She continued her onslaught on his neck, surely rubbing his tender skin there raw. He was groaning, and she could feel his response to her work against her belly.

“I’m not going to make it to a bar, Bentley. I need to have you now.”

“My house is a four minute walk. Do you want to spend the night? I’m sure we can grab you some extra scrubs at work tomorrow. Or we can just run a load of laundry. I have some stuff I could wash too.”

“Okay, sounds good,” neither of them made a move to leave.

“I also have some room in my top drawer. Would you like to throw some clothes in there next time we plan you coming over?”

“A drawer?” he looked down at her with surprise.

“Part of a drawer,” she corrected.

“What if Rafael and I get our stuff mixed up?”

“I’m going to offer him a different drawer.”

“You’ve got this all figured out, don’t you?”

She nodded, “I just want to make you guys comfortable at my house. It’s also got me thinking about maybe us having our own space. Which, like, why am I thinking about this? I’m not doing well handling us just figuring this out, how could I handle living with you? Would we live in a one-bedroom? More than one? I don’t know, Bryce, I just know I love you both so much.”

“We’ll figure it out, Bentley, I promise,” he kissed her softly and pulled away to look at her, “I don’t deserve this with you. I’m so lucky to have found love. I didn’t have it my whole life and now I have more than I could have asked for.”

Bentley looked up at him and ran her fingers through the soft hair at the base of his neck, “You deserve all the love in the world, Bryce. And I want to give what I have to you.”

“Then take me back to your apartment and give it to me then.”

Part Seven

#open heart #choices open heart #bryce lahela #bryce lahela x mc #bryce x mc #rafael aveiro #rafael x mc

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absolutelyxosmittenxo · 5 years

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Imagine: Miscellaneous RWBY characters spending Valentine's Day with you.

RUBY ROSE: “Happy Valentine’s Day!” cheerfully, the huntress flaunts a freshly baked batch of chocolate chip cookies, dough molded to resemble hearts for the occasion. Ruby licks the cookie crumbs away from the corners of her mouth, smiling sheepishly. “I, uh, hope you don’t mind sharing, {Name}.”

WEISS SCHNEE: Spoiling you rotten was inevitable for Weiss, the temptation too irresistible. “I'm certain I didn't miss anything,” hands firmly on her hips, the heiress pridefully stands before a mountain of chocolate and bouquets of flowers placed outside your dormitory. All meant for you, of course.

BLAKE BELLADONNA: Pale complexion resembling a blooming strawberry patch, the Belladonna would be mesmerized as you present the stacks of romantic novels you purchased for the lovey dovey event. Messages emphasizing your love for her slipped inside, just above the signatures of acclaimed authors. Blake's excitement would be through the roof. Lucky for you, your benevolence would earn you a demonstration of some scenes in “Ninjas of Love”.

YANG XIAO LONG: Your girlfriend always has something up her sleeve, you swear. “Junior, get us another round of strawberry sunrise. And give us your Valentine's Day special.” “For the last time, we don't-” Yang would raise her fist, making Hei Xiong straighten up. “Fine, play something romantic, boys.” Leaning back contently, arm draping over your shoulder, the huntress would wink at you. “You deserve only the best on Valentine's Day, you know.”

ZWEI: The corgi performs an excavation of the backyard, digging up buried bones of the past. His canines cling to them before dropping the present before you, yipping happily in expectation. Although you aren’t sure how you can benefit from the dog’s bones, you return the gesture with an assortment of belly rubs and dog treats.

PENNY POLENDINA: Valentine’s Day wouldn’t be programmed into the robot’s hard drive, as it wasn’t imperative to her design. However, she ‘researches’ the topic upon catching wind of its existence - or, in other words, interrogating Ruby as much as possible. And you’ll be astounded at Penny’s dedication to bringing you the best Valentine’s Day of your life, as she glomps you with such vigor, thumbs prodding your palm as you venture into a Vale park (Atlesian soldiers monitoring you from the bushes and behind trees) and answering all her questions about the world.

JAUNE ARC: The youngest Arc has a lengthy list of ideas for how today will go. Guitar strings strumming as he tenderly yanked them, Jaune would sing you a little song he rehearsed many times in advance. His mind wandered to how awestruck you would be at his later arrangements, as you enjoyed a picnic in the school courtyard, danced on the roof- why were you giggling? Oh, yeah, Jaune nearly forgot he was wearing a dress to make you laugh.

NORA VALKYRIE: The thunderstruck damsel would be shouting to the Heavens “HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!” as she swings you around merrily. Once Nora gets (only a tiny fragment) of her energy wiped from her system, you would hand her a plush sloth, fabric pink and softer than anything you could have ever imagined. “You wanna know what sound a sloth makes?” you would inquire. “Press its stomach.” Accordingly, Nora would press the sloth's tummy, as it emits an adorable automated “I love you!” Let's just say you weren't allowed to be freed from the Valkyrie's embrace for what felt like hours.

PYRRHA NIKOS: “Remember when we danced the night away, gazing at the stars and dreaming of a new future?” you would ask aloud, feet embedded in the snowfall as you relax on the bench. Argus was occupied by streams of couples, woes laid to rest as they coalesced. But you chose to bask in your thoughts of the past, eyes locked on the statue of Pyrrha with much admiration and adoration. “I still love you, oh so much, Pyrrha.” Even if it might just be your imagination, you are certain the wind whispers “I still love you” in return.

LIE REN: An early riser from the mornings spent with Nora, the composed huntsman would prepare an impressive stack of heart shaped pancakes before you wake, drizzling them in syrup and layering them in butter galore. Ren’s ears perk as he registers you yawn, ignorant to the “Please do nothing to the cook” written on his apron as you slink your arms around his waist and rest your head into his shoulder. But of course, he doesn’t mind one bit.

SUN WUKONG: The Vacuo born goofball has his tail curled around a tree branch, dangling haphazardly above the ground. As to catch you off guard, Sun would drop down, holding a sign reading “Be my Valentine?”. Before the faunus knows it, he's fallen out of the tree and gets a hearty laugh and nod in agreement from you. How he smiles so stupidly and happily proves to be contagious.

NEPTUNE VASILIAS: Hydrophobia or not, Neptune was determined; mustering enough courage to reach his goal required patience, though. But seeing your eyes light up as you watch the fishes pierce through the water in their respective tanks proved satisfying. You two would lay in the middle of the aquarium on the provided comforters, marveling at the aquatic creatures swimming about and bathing in the awareness of your heartbeats. “Hey, maybe we should go to the beach after this,” you joked. Neptune gulped, “Uh..how about not?”

OZPIN: Clock chimes echo throughout the tower of Beacon Academy, on the brink of tranquility as it soothes your nerves. Reincarnation has worn the headmaster out, as his constant trial and error leave him in ruin. But as you are glowing warmly at his presence, never scrutinizing and gladly accepting a freshly brewed cup of hot chocolate, Ozpin knows he truly has found love. With a kiss, he bids you well. “Happy Valentine's Day, dear.”

GLYNDA GOODWITCH: Heartbeats of hormone influenced teenagers were rampant as they exchanged romantic quips and messages. Of course, Glynda was not excluded from the festivity as you handed her a custom made Valentine, with “You're simply magical” written on the front. She would smile with an eye roll, kissing your forehead. “And you are simply silly, but lovely.” A chorus of students either awe or gasp at the exchange. “Students, you best be heading back to your classes.”

JAMES IRONWOOD: The Tin Man has a heart embezzled in gold, contrary to the militaristic exterior James portrays. He would reserve a day off, showing a blind eye to the stress of handling an entire Atlesian military. All that matters is the tugging at your lips as you smile and wrap your arms around him. A dinner made for two perfect people would be followed with an indulgence in sweet loving, as the general would ignore the calls from Jacques. He doesn't need that heartless bastard ruining his special time with you.

WINTER SCHNEE: Similar to the composed yet occasionally arrogant general, the winter soldier hadn't spared much time to set aside for Valentine's Day prior. But as you have entered Winter's life, this year brings an exception. Draping her military uniform on the bedside, she cups your face in her hands, head nudging your temple as soft kisses are gifted to you. Weiss’ sister is an absolute sweetheart in private settings, as you have melted away the elite attitude she conveys. For once, the older Schnee senses Valentine's Day is worth her time, if you are there beside her.

CINDER FALL: “It appears the day of love is upon us, {Name}.” You would be wrapped around her finger, lured in by the enchanting flames she cast. Cinder carved the hellish embers into hearts as yours feverishly thumped in your chest. The Fall Maiden would weave her ghastly Grimm tendrils in your hair, bringing you closer. “We mustn't waste the opportunity to express how much we love one another, dear.”

ROMAN TORCHWICK: A dashing soul has to pamper his darling. Roman would shower you in miscellaneous riches; avarice glinting in his forest greens as his right hand mute, Neo, assists him in nabbing them. Concluding Valentine's Day with an extravagant dinner, you can't help but wonder how he managed to afford it all. “Isn't my love for you more important?” He realizes you're narrowing your eyes at him. “..yeah, majority of these were stolen. Happy Valentine's Day.”

MERCURY BLACK: He isn't too thrilled for Valentine's Day, preferring to disregard antagonistic responsibilities and laze about rather than doing something fancy. Mercury would tangle an arm around you, holding you on top of him as his legs were exposed and propped outward. You would pop a few chocolate hearts into his mouth, waiting for his feedback. “I'm more of a dark chocolate kinda guy, to be honest.”

EMERALD SUSTRAI: “Psh, what's the point of Valentine's Day anyway,” rolling her eyes, the Sustrai would groan. The holiday was merely a sappy and over hyped waste of time in the thief's perspective. But you've got her stumped, as you bought her something so sweet she couldn't simply idly sit by. She would be obligated to steal as she gandered at teddy bears and Valentine themed gifts. Yet Emerald knew you were worth than that. “Never thought I'd owe you, {Name}.”

NEOPOLITAN: Undoubtedly, Valentine's Day would be spent in an ice cream parlor. Your tongue swirled the refreshing taste of your most favored flavor, enjoying every moment of its existence. Prone to deviation, the mute would eye you as you consumed your icy treat. Neo would raise up your chin, halting your consumption, and gingerly peck your lips. You're a little shocked to notice the tiny girl licking her lips as she savors the taste of your favorite icecream flavor - and let's be honest: Neopolitan was much better in comparison to {favorite icecream}.

SUMMER ROSE: Summer's soul could be compared to the moon, eyes sparkling as the cosmic decorations in the evening sky hovering aloft. It was hard not falling for the silver eyed warrior. You've missed her since the fatal day she left. But she would never want you to succumb to your grief. As you set cherry blossom pink roses upon her grave, you flutter your eyelashes at the Heavens, sighing softly. “I love you.”

TAIYANG XIAO LONG: Exuberance coursing through their veins, young Ruby and Yang would shroud you in makeshift cards with cutesy, childlike illustrations of you and Taiyang. Hearts floating above your heads as your stick arms touch. Tai is touched his daughters have welcomed their new parent with open arms, “These look great, girls.” And just for their reaction, the T of STRQ would smooch you, which you happily reciprocate despite the gagging noises of the sisters.

RAVEN BRANWEN: The Branwen tribe didn't exactly commemorate the holiday of romance. Raven especially found it particularly frivolous. But as the Spring Maiden draws the tent you shared open, irises reminiscent of bloodshed would notice something amiss. A cuddly teddy bear contrasting with the gloomy atmosphere left with a note attached, wishing her a happy Valentine's from you to her. The gesture would elicit a scoff, but she can't resist the urge to internally soften with a slight smirk.

QROW BRANWEN: Valentine's Day was sure to be abundant with disaster. But he would cling to a small thread of hope. His flask is spared from his lips, as they are not parched for the alcoholic contents; he straightens himself up, slicking those ebony streaks back. Qrow would rub the back of his head, offering a gift box intended for you to open. “I'm not really the type for Valentine's Day, with how my semblance is and all, but you're worth the risk.”

OSCAR PINE: “I understand a lot has been going on lately, and we haven't really gotten a break.” Nervously, he would scratch his cheek, gesturing to a small candlelight dinner in the works. “But I thought maybe you and I could spend Valentine's Day together, and not worry about anyth- OH NO MY CASSEROLE!” What could be sweeter than burnt casserole?

SALEM: The forgotten fairytale has resided on Earth past her intended expiration date. Romance hasn't exactly been all too kind from previous pursuits. However, your significance is enough to change her mind. Dismissing her underlings, none would disturb you. Salem would lovingly caress your features with chilling fingers, emanating a genuine sense of compassion for your well-being. “I thank you, as I haven't spent a day devoted to love with true joy in so long, my dear {Name}.”

TYRIAN CALLOWS: Callous digits would fondle the petals of a faltering flower, reciting quotation similar to William Shakespeare. The scorpion would offer it to you, grinning creepily but remaining charming. “Oh, My Love, how you've tangled me in your web. I cannot escape - but how could I ever desire to do so, when the one who has trapped me is oh so lovely?~”

ILIA AMITOLA: “Would you be my Valentine?” It felt ridiculous, as an ex affiliate of the White Fang, to beseech such a thing. The chameleon's heart tingles and a sprinkle of fairy dust coats her countenance. She hasn't experienced much romantic sentiment for an individual aside from Blake, explaining her inexperience. However, accepting her proposal and kissing her cheek elicits her body to appear to completely vanish, only given away by the burning red speckles along her skin.

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spacecadetcity · 4 years

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in return to @crlven for art they did of commander ghost + keip. word count: one-thousand twenty-seven.

eliane lingered in the training yard, watching as the soldiers under her command practiced. some practiced with their magic and weapons against training dummies, while others sparred one-on-one with each other. despite being rather young, she had risen swiftly through the ranks due to her stealth and cunning, and her strength certainly helped as well. pleased with what she was seeing, eliane turned to head away from the training yard and in the direction of the mess hall.

they had a good base built up here, plenty of room to train and practice for future battles, as well as plenty of resources to be used as needed. in fact, there had even been enough room to set up small offices for higher ups to use if they chose. she passed by her own in time to see a messenger drop off yet another stack of papers that needed to be revised and approved in order to arrange for more battle supplies and additional allies, the messenger giving her an apologetic look before he continued on his duties. eliane stopped at her door for a few moments, deciding on if she should continue along the halls or start on her growing stacks of work.

“uh- hey! hey eliane!”

the general was far too happy to immediately ignore both options in order to greet a third and unexpected option- her friend rolya. eliane was delighted to see the captain, and the pair shared a hug for a moment before pulling away to stand towards the side of the hall.

“headed to your office? doing some of your uh reports?” rolya asked and eliane shrugged in response.

“not quite, i was looking more for an excuse to not, if i’m being honest.” eliane replied, thinking about the massive pile of work that had surely accumulated in her short time out of office. rolya made a sympathetic noise and gestured down the hall, “well, i was about to get lunch if you want to..? want to join me?” as if in response, eliane’s stomach growled, and the general looked a bit sheepish and laughed.

“i suppose that would be your answer, captain.”

with eliane at her side, rolya turned and headed down the hallway towards the mess hall. the hallway grew louder as they approached, and while it was certainly not as loud as it could have been, groups of people chattering with each other often only grew in volume. the pair picked their lunch rations and sat in a relatively peaceful spot, enjoying the fresh air and shade they had managed to snag.

their conversation traveled from the pleasant weather to mindless complaints about their jobs and tasks, comments about the hard work some of the newest recruits had displayed.

“one of them showed remarkable talent in remembering landmarks and paths, i was going to suggest to them that they try for a scouting position or something regarding our maps,” rolya commented as they finished off their fruits and took a sip of their drink. eliane nodded in agreement, having an idea for who the captain meant. she started to reply when shouting cut her off and they both turned towards where a man with dirty-blond hair stood shouting at a rather terrified looking rookie recruit.

“what’s going on there?” eliane asked and frowned. he clearly held some rank as even standard recruits would hold fights between themselves just fine, but this rookie seemed petrified and unwilling to yell back. rolya groaned and put their tray to their side.

“that’s roman, he’s a commander. he’s a uh.. how do i put this? a right prick?” rolya said, gesturing at him, “he’s got his sword stuck up his whole ass? i wouldn’t bother.”

“i think i will bother, rolya,” eliane replied, putting her empty tray to her side as well and starting to get up. rolya watched nervously, calling after her, “he’s annoying as hell!”

“commander roman, is it? care to explain just what exactly you are doing?” eliane said, raising her voice to her authoritative tone as she approached. younger recruits watched with wide eyes as the general and commander stood, eliane firmly staring at roman who looked annoyed. despite being nearly a head shorter, eliane didn’t waver in her stare, and eventually roman looked away a moment.

“i’d like an answer to my question, commander,” eliane repeated, her tone politely pleasant but it was clear she wasn’t taking any avoidance. annoyance flashed across romans’ face before they responded, and it was clear he didn’t enjoy being caught and called out in front of what he considered subordinate officers and soldiers.

“yes general ma’am. i was asking cadet lani what he thought he was doing out of training when i specifically scheduled him for extra work this morn.”

“and what did you tell him, cadet?”

“he-“

“commander roman, unless you have willingly dropped rank to cadet, i do not believe i was directing that question to you.” eliane’s tone was warning, and roman scowled but stepped back to let the nervous cadet respond.

“i had already finished my extra training and was hoping to grab something to eat before my next shift, general eliane, ma’am!” the cadet replied, saluting stiffly. she nodded, “at ease. finish your meal and report to your shift, if you were late inform them that i held you up,” the cadet nodded rapidly and dashed to where the food was still being served, and eliane turned to roman once more.

“as for you, commander, i’ll have you accompany me to my office.”

“yes ma’am,” roman replied through grit teeth, though they followed her out of the eating area without incident, though the atmosphere walk to her office was icy at beast. she held open the door for them and he entered, standing with his arms behind his back.

“commander, you understand that i am in charge of all of this now? idiot cadets and all? you are allowed to give orders, but understand that a majority of punishments or schedule changes must be approved by me?” eliane leaned against her desk, making a point to look him directly in the face, “if you continue to cause issues as i’m led to believe, then i will have to punish you accordingly.”

“oh, certainly. what would you punish me with, general? a fight to show you’re better suited to lead? confine me to my room for a weeks worth of nights?” roman looked as if he was going to continue, a sneer on his face when a knock on the door interrupted.

“general? i’m here to drop off more work for you- these are assignments that need approval before the trained cadets can begin working,” the messenger that eliane had seen early stood in the doorway with another pile of papers, and eliane was suddenly struck with an idea. she took the papers and dismissed the messenger with a smile, though when she turned back to roman, her smile was anything but warm.

“oh, of course not, commander,” she said as she placed the stack next to the others, “rather, you are going to get a chair from the desk over there and join me! as officers in charge, it is vital we do our jobs on the field and in the office, of course.”

the sneer melted off romans face as he understood exactly what the meant, and he looked at the pile in horror, “surely you don’t-“

“oh, but i do commander. and if you’d like to finish even part of the stack before lights out tonight, i suggest you shut up and sit down.” eliane smiled as she sat at her own desk, watching as roman slunk over and pulled a chair to sit at the desk as well. already looking miserable, he took the top sheet and began to read, and eliane hid her grin behind the paperwork she was pretending to read and understand.

some punishments had to be out of the ordinary.

#taylor made this #henna

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Napule Nights - trentacinque

We were veeery thirsty for the boy, so Elana helped me loads with this, it’s also been one that we planned ages ago! Thanks for being patient with me, this is another smutty one x

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There was no escaping his knowing glance as Jade sat down opposite Miles, his smile bright and excited and reaching from one ear to the other. The questioning look he'd given Turner when they'd gotten to the office had been enough for her to know precisely what the source of his excitement was now, but she was still trying to make sense of the meeting, contemplating what she should do, if she should ask Alexander to let her talk to Serena, but the satisfaction that his face, the darkness in his eyes when he'd shut down the man disrespecting her, had instilled in her was something she didn't care to give up, had rather enjoyed the attention she'd received, felt content knowing that everyone was now aware that despite it all, Alexander had her back.

From the corner of her eye, she could see Helders at a close distance, glancing over to their table every now and then, his eyes scanning the café terrace that Kane had selected for their lunch, a cigarette between his lips before he'd even properly gotten comfortable and he followed the look in her eyes, momentarily distracted from his smug smile, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Ya dun't trust Maffew?” He asked.

Jade swallowed, licking her lips, her eyes snapping back at his as he turned to watch her questioningly. “That's not it” she shrugged, leaning back comfortably in her chair, then picking up the menu, brushing back her hair and adjusting the stone on her chest.

The smirk returned and he wiggled his eyebrows. “Bella” he drawled lazily. “Believe it or not but I fink Al wants teh make sure tha' you're safe.”

She raised an eyebrow back at him, tilting her head to the side. “It's not like I wasn't safe with Cook, it wasn't his fault.”

Miles' eyes widened. “Oh, I kno', bella, I kno'” he said quickly, waving it off and shifting in his seat, his eyes flickering to Helders again before landing back on hers. “But 'e ain't 'ere for meh. It's got nofin' teh do wif Jameh eifer. Matt's Al's 'ead of securiteh, 'e's the best” he shrugged, then adding with a smirk, “I kno' I feel vereh safe.”

Jade rolled her eyes at Kane wiggling his eyebrows and flexing his bicep demonstratively with a discreet nod gesturing towards Helders, suppressing the smile that was threatening to take over her lips. “Whatever you say, Kane.”

He flashed her another smirk, then waved his hand for the waiter, ordering a gin tonic before getting comfortable in his seat again and finishing his cigarette, only raising his eyebrows in confusion at her when she ordered a double espresso. “Aren't ya drinkin' wif meh?”

She shook her head slowly as her eyes wandered down the list of dishes, before agreeing to share a sea food platter with Kane and the waiter stepped away. “No” she said. “I do like to keep my head clear.”

Kane chuckled, licking his lips. “I realleh am not surprised Al likes ya” he grinned.

“Speaking of” Jade sighed, taking a breath. “Did Alexander talk to you about … Mancini?”

His eyebrows rose once again and he shifted in his seat, leaning over the table and towards her with his elbows on the edge. “Wha', 'cause 'e sent out two men durin' the meetin'?”

Jade nodded. “Yeah, did you talk about what he was going to do if I give a name?”

Kane's eyes darkened visibly, his throat straining as he swallowed. “Bella, tha' fookin' bastard put 'is 'ands on ya” he said, nodding to the bruises on her neck. “D'ya fink Al out of all people's gunna joost let 'im get aweh wif tha'?”

She sighed, shrugging. “I just didn't want to make things more complicated for him, it must've been enough of an inconvenience to even take me out of there.” It wasn't that she minded, or thought she wasn't worth it, it was that it definitely had been counterproductive for Alexander in terms of his business, and she hated that the job had ultimately defeated its purpose, while seeking to improve the situation, she'd only complicated it.

“This ain't the first time tha' Alfonso took it a step too far” Kane explained, his eyes lighting up when their drinks arrived and he sighed contently after the first sip of his, focusing his eyes back on Jade and licking his lips. “But if Al gets 'old of Mancini again, 'e won't let 'im go. And 'e's gunna make sure 'e regrets ever touchin' ya.”

She nodded slowly, content with the fact that Mancini was going to pay, unconcerned with how far Turner would take it after what she'd been through because of Alfonso and his right hand man.

“Jade, bella” Kane said, snapping her out of her thoughts. “Sumfin's up, reyht?” He asked.

She thought carefully about her words before she allowed for them to leave her lips. It wasn't like she didn't usually pose questions left and right, and sometimes just to frustrate Helders and Cook, but when it came to asking about her own future actions, it gnawed at her pride, even with Kane, even though she liked talking to him and knew that if she was going to ask anyone, it was going to be him. “Do you think I should talk to Serena?”

He waved it off instantly, shaking his head. “Nofin you say's gunna change wha' sheh finks. Sheh's protective of Al, tha's all.” He took another sip from the icy glass in front of him. “Took 'er long enough teh accept tha' I were so close teh the boy.”

Jade pursed her lips, nodding slowly. “Right” she said. “It's not that I care what she thinks about me but like I said, I want things to be as easy as possible for him, and having to justify his every move to her and … his father even, it's … it's doing the exact opposite.”

“Are ya worried 'e's gunna get tired of it?” The look in his eyes was pointed, his question direct and provocative.

“Am I-...” She paused, biting her lip, Kane cutting in before she could continue.

“Ya dun't 'ave teh beh” he stated confidently. “I fink Al's made it pretteh clear 'ow 'e's going teh go about this, and 'e's got your back and once ya kno' tha', you dun't 'ave teh worreh 'bout a fing, bella. There is nobodeh tha' ya can rely on more, nobodeh tha's more loyal than Al.”

Despite everything she already knew about Turner, his words came as a surprise to her, the confidence they carried, and that he didn't only mean them applying to himself, but to her as well, a smile playing around her lips before she knew and it set Kane off instantly, making him cackle and wiggle in his seat, his excitement only prevailing when their food was set down between them.

“Jade, let me ask you sumfin' now” he drawled, sprinkling some lemon onto the fried squid in front of him.

Her chewing slowed and she looked back at him curiously, tilting her head to the side as a sign for him to continue, confused as to what he would ask her in such a formal manner.

“Reyht” he said, sighing. “Sum of me girls at me club was tellin' meh 'ow sum pricks misbe'aved 'n tha'. Got realleh fookin' disrespectful, touchin' them and callin' them names when they told 'em tha' they'd onleh dance and nofin' else, y'know?”

Jade swallowed, nodding understandingly. “We used to get that” she said. “Some men always think that they can just take whatever they want” she sighed, shaking her head.

“Wha'd ya do?” Miles asked hopefully. “I dun't 'ave cameras in the individual rooms because it's realleh nobodeh's business who goes in there, but the main prioriteh's for me girls teh feel and beh safe.”

“We had one incident where one cretino tried to … have his way with me and I happened to be on the phone accidentally with Lana, so she came in and we kicked that bastard's ass.”

Miles' jaw locked. “By arse I 'ope ya mean ya kicked his fookin' balls in.”

Jade smirked, licking her lips. “You bet your own balls we did, Kane.” She took a sip of coffee. “We didn't have cameras either, but what we did after was wire up all the girls to be connected to each other and security. Anyone went too far in one of the rooms, everyone was on alert and could help.”

He nodded again, reaching into his pocket to take another cigarette from his pack, lifting his eyebrows as if to ask her permission but she waved it off, had gotten used to people smoking and smoking herself even during meals. “Might look inteh tha'” he said. “Weren't gunna bofer Al wif evrehfin' goin' on.”

“Well” she smiled, nodding. “Anything to shut down that kind of disrespect.”

When they arrived back at the headquarters, Helders told Jade to stay in the car while Kane was getting out, turning back then to kiss Jade's cheeks. “Fanks for lettin' meh take ya out” he said, cackling. “And dun't worreh yehr pretteh fookin' 'ead 'bout anehfin'.”

She looked questioningly to Helders as they were back on the road, now undoubtedly heading to Turner's apartment, and he had no explanation to offer, not that this was unusual, it was now in the late afternoon, he maybe was already done with his work and wanted to see her and if she was honest, she ached to be close to him, had to reassure herself that what Kane had told her really did apply to her as well, but all those thoughts that had occupied her all morning went up in smoke when she stepped into the apartment, her breath stolen right from her throat by just what she saw.

The whole place was in its usual immaculate state, except for a number of boxes on the ground by the door that trailed all the way past the kitchen and the piano down a hallway she had not yet explored, and she recognised the boxes, the writing on them as her own, as such that she'd filled when in a rush having moved mostly her clothing from her own apartment into the suite at the headquarters.

She could hear water running in the bathroom, tilting her head as she stepped further inside, the slow steps of her heels clicking on the floor. Her heart was racing and she brushed her hair back, swallowing. Not only was there evidence of her own personal wardrobe at his place, but when she took a closer look, she could make out multiple pieces scattered that had blended into the apartment's decor that had evidently not been part of it before, there was a black and white print of the Cinema Paradiso cover, framed on the other side of the room, tasteful and looking as if it'd been there all along, a lamp on one of the bedside tables that resembled scarily that which she had looked at before and after sleep for years at her own place, and when she stepped further into the apartment, she spotted a white, ornated dressing table, that she was certain was her very own that she had out of uncertainty of the future had not even taken to the suite at the headquarters.

“Jade.”

She spun around on her heels, found her eyes staring right into the soft brown determination that were Turner's, coming closer with every step. His shirt was unbuttoned for the most part, the sleeves rolled up, and he smelled heavenly of his spicy cologne and a salty aftershave, and she was almost distracted, but when she realised it really was one of her dresses peeking out from one of the boxes on the ground, she snapped right out of it. “Turner, what on Earth-...”

He clicked his tongue, giving a shake of his head, now ultimately closing the space between them, his hand coming down on her hip. “Dun't call meh tha'.”

She raised her eyebrows, had gotten away with saying it when she had him weak for her, but it was evident that he was very much in control of himself now, his round eyes wide and watchful, but she demanded an explanation, stared back at him and standing her ground even when her body unwillingly curved into his, his fingers caressing the small of her back, his touches so light that despite everything, they made her crave more.

“Yeh're gunna stay wif meh from now on.”

She swallowed, of course she'd suspected it, the evidence to support his statement was all around her, but her knees grew weak when he said the words out loud, her head spinning. What had she gotten herself into?

“Why?”

He pursed his lips, blinking away the confusion in his eyes and replacing it with a sense of certainty she'd seldom seen even on his face. “Yeh dun't like bein' 'ere?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

“I-I do” she said quickly, instantly fearing he would mistake her scepticism and challenge for something that it was not. But surely he couldn't be this certain, not after everything. “But this is not about what I like, is it?”

His brows furrowed and he drew her closer, his grip tightening on her hip. “I need yeh teh beh safe.”

She bit her lip. “The headquarters are safe.”

“No” he said, shaking his head. “Not as safe as me apartment.”

She was reluctant to respond now, to challenge him because she couldn't make sense of it all, had nothing to give him but hesitant questions delivered as confident ones, she was truly and surely overwhelmed. “Alexander...” Everything within her head was telling her to not just let him make this decision over her head, but there was nothing threatening in his eyes.

Alex had thought long and hard and ever since she'd been back in his arms about how to make sure she was safe, had then the moment he'd sent Helders off with her decided that that was not enough, that he would hate himself for not doing everything he possibly could to ensure she was as safe as him, but she beat him to it before he could elaborate.

“You can't just make a decision like this without me” she stated, biting her lip.

His eyes drank her in, every inch of her face, a growing desire within him pushing him to do whatever he could to prove that she was his. “Yes, I can.” His words didn't sound as steady and as confident as he liked, they were more reassuring to himself, proving something to himself than to her.

She raised an eyebrow. “Just so I can be safe?” She questioned sceptically.

Before he could even nod, she fired another.

“Or is it just for easy access?”

His eyes darkened. “Jade...”

“What?”

“Dun't make meh beh sappeh. Yeh kno' I want yeh, Jade, the quicker yeh say yes, the quicker weh can celebrate.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Celebrate?” She asked.

A dark smile played around his lips, the look in his eyes increasing in intensity. “Gunna fook yeh so good yeh won't want teh leave.”

She felt her insides tingle, desperately trying to maintain her composure. “I swear this is all because you just want me naked all the time.”

He sighed, not allowing himself to hope that she was caving yet, but he couldn't help himself. “It is a huge fookin' advantage.”

She pressed her lips together, struggled to divert her gaze, he was too captivating, too beautiful. “You told me I should say yes, does that mean I do have a choice?”

He swallowed, refusing to acknowledge the lack of his own logic. “I want yeh 'ere” he drawled. “Yeh'll beh safe wif meh and nofin's gunna 'appen teh yeh.” He was now growing more and more worried that maybe she really didn't want this, desperate to coax her into letting him get away with it. “Yeh're gunna 'ave evrehfin' yeh want. I kno' yeh like feelin' important, people knowin' tha' yeh're mine, people lookin' at yeh by me side. I kno' yeh like bein' mine.”

Her resistance was crumbling, her body pressed closer to his. “W-What makes you so sure that I want this, Turner?”

He almost flinched this time, gripping her body tighter. “Dun't call meh tha'” he said, his fingers twitching, then moving from her back and slowly wrapping around her throat, before he could stop himself and reconsider the risk of the motion, he saw her eyes flutter shut, her whole body relaxing with relief. “Wha' do yeh want?” He coaxed, ignoring the slight shake of her head. “Mm?” He was playing right into the desire he knew she had for him always, desperate to see it unfold.

She once again tried to shake her head, refusing to give up without a fight, no matter how much she wanted him, how much she craved for him to touch her, demonstrate just how much power he had over her.

“Talk teh meh, pupa” he said, licking his lips, his thumb digging into her skin beneath her chin, a slight squeeze of his fingers forcing her eyes open, his heart skipping a beat when they met his. “I kno' wha' yeh want, yeh onleh 'ave teh ask.”

She breathed out shakily, her eyes staying locked on his. “If you're so sure what I want then why don't you just give it to me?”

He was desperate to put her in her place, to dominate her, but he needed to know that she really wanted him, that it was as much her decision as it was his. “D'yeh wanna kno' wha' I fink, pupa?”

She swallowed, yet somehow found it in herself to remain stubborn. “Mmm, let's hear it, Turner.”

His jaw locked and he tried to compose himself, tightening his fingers around her throat momentarily. “I fink yeh want teh stay 'ere wif meh.” His eyes darkened. “I fink yeh're sick of bein' at the 'eadquarters, kept aweh from evrehfin', I fink yeh want teh beh wif meh.” It was an assumption he knew was correct, but getting her to admit that was a whole different story. “'s why yeh came wif meh tha' night, innit? Got yehrself in trouble and didn't mind gettin' inteh me car.”

She swallowed, parting her lips as he pressed his forehead to hers, stroking his fingers soothingly over her throat, a sharp contrast to the darkness in his eyes, the possessiveness he radiated.

“D'yeh kno' wha' else I fink?”

“What?” She asked, trying to keep up the act of indifference.

“I fink yeh're wet for meh. Reyht now.”

“Alexander...”

He hummed with satisfaction, staring her down, had flipped the situation on her so easily, and it turned her on as much as she despised it. “Tha's reyht...” he drawled cockily. “I also fink yeh want meh teh take yeh reyht 'ere. Ain't tha' reyht, luv?”

She tried to lift her head up higher, but he had his grip locked on her and insisted on a response.

“Tell meh I'm wrong and I'll stop.”

She had no desire to tell him to stop, couldn't find it in herself to tell him he wasn't right, because he was.

“If yeh dun't tell meh teh stop, pupa, I'll give yeh me worst.” He was watching her closely, could feel her body trembling beneath his grip, she was completely at his mercy, struggling to regain some dominance but she loved the way he broke her down like no one else ever had. “I'm gunna fook yeh so 'ard, principessa, not gunna beh fookin' gentle wif yeh.”

Her jaw was tense as she tried to resist him, pressing her lips together, desperate to fuel the fire until he snapped. “I can handle you, Turner.”

Without a warning, he backed her up against the wall, forced his hand between her legs and felt the instant pool of wetness, tearing her thong to the side and pushing his fingers deep inside her, anything to elicit a reaction, anything to hear her desperate whimper, feeling her fingers grip on tightly to his shoulder. “Yehhh, tha's wha' I thought...” He drawled with a deep sense of satisfaction washing over him, his forehead still pressed to hers, staring her down intensely with the darkness of his eyes, squeezing her neck when he felt her try and push her head forward, to bring their faces closer together, but he knew a kiss would bring him to his knees. “No, no, pupa” he drawled. “Tha's not 'ow it works...”

She knew he wasn't going to back down now, and she didn't want him to, reveling in the way his fingers stroked so tenderly, yet so demandingly at her walls and she was gagging for him to keep his promises, so she surrendered mindlessly, one last shot to stir him towards what she wanted. “Ruin me, Alexander.”

He chuckled darkly, suppressed the loud moan, the way he got harder from just her plea, forcing his fingers deeper, slowly, curling them forcefully inside her. “Why dun't yeh admit I were right, pupa?”

She swallowed hard, could barely stand looking back into his dark eyes, her breath hitching in her throat when his fingers sped up inside her, stroking at her walls over and over again, each stroke making her wetter as he held her up with one hand between her legs and the other around her throat. “A-Alexander...”

“Dun't take yeh long once yeh finalleh surrender, does it, Jade? Yeh're so fookin' needeh, I kno' yeh want meh, doll but I want yeh teh tell meh...”

As much as she wanted him and despite having decided to let him take her, she still refused to give him the full satisfaction he craved, knowing that keeping him waiting, keeping him making demands would ultimately build his frustration, and he was going to let it all out on her so wonderfully, his fingers now coaxing her walls to squeeze around them, her nails digging into his shoulder, her other hand gripping his bicep tightly and she tried desperately to roll her hips against his, but he had no trouble holding her in place, the muscles in his arm straining, each stroke of his fingers heavenly, but she craved more, desperate and eager and she knew he wasn't giving her everything. “Please...” she whispered, looking back at him with wide eyes, the slow sensation between her legs building further and further, the stretch burning so gorgeously she could hardly contain herself.

“Shhh, Jade...” he drawled, his jaw stretching. “I'm gunna pleh wif yehr cunt until yeh're tryin' teh fook yehrself on me fingers properleh” he announced. “But I'm not gunna let yeh cum tonight unless yeh tell meh wha' I want t'ear...”

The determination in his eyes, the absolute concentration of authority and self-control on his features, the tension that took over every inch of him, coaxing the pleasure out of her in a way that nobody ever had, building her up and breaking her down effortlessly and she couldn't believe it was him, couldn't believe her luck, the look in her own eyes softening, she hated to deny him but it was beyond exciting, she could practically already taste her orgasm when he curled his fingers harshly inside her while pushing his thumb against her clit, drawing slow circles, the pace agonisingly slow, but she knew it would all be worth it, knew that she was in good hands, that he was everything she'd ever wanted. “F-Fuck, A-Alexander...” She whimpered. “I love you...”

He groaned, swallowing hard and he pressed his thumb down hard on her clit, curling his fingers inside her again and again to draw her over the edge as fast as he could, his own eyes wide, eager to watch her come undone, her words like magic, effortlessly making his whole body relax and lean towards her, his heart racing as he watched the sight unfolding in front of him, her hips shaking as she coated his fingers with her juices, gasped for air and gripped onto him tighter, her eyes rolling back into her head as her body shook. “Mmmmm, pupa...” he drawled. “I fookin' luv yeh.”

She was panting when she came down from her high, struggling for breath, her eyes widening when he used the opportunity of her lips parting to force his fingers inside her mouth, her walls fluttering around the emptiness he'd left, instantly desperate for more.

“Suck them clean for meh, principessa.”

She obeyed instantly, sucked greedily on his fingers, keeping her eyes on him, her tongue swirling around his fingers the way they would around his cock and she could feel him struggling to maintain his self-control.

“I'm gunna fook yeh so good, doll...” he muttered, humming appreciatively, reluctantly drawing his fingers from her sucking lips. “Get on the bed before I change me mind. Aneh position yeh want meh teh take yeh in.”

Her eyes lit up and she strode over to the bed as quick as she could once he let go of her, instantly desperate for him to touch her again as she swayed her hips, pulling her dress over her head before backing up on the bed, looking up at him with hooded eyes, spreading her legs slowly, could hardly get comfortable on the edge of the bed before he already stood over her.

He admired her body, not hesitant to pull her thong down her legs, then push her thighs apart again, his fingers sprawled out flat against the inside of them. “Fookin'ell...” he drawled, licking his lips.

“Please don't tease me...” she whispered, a sultry look on her face that she knew would swerve his self-control at least a little, pouting hopefully.

“Mmmmm, babeh...” he muttered. “The fact tha' I luv yeh dun't change tha' I'm gunna fookin' destroy yeh...”

She sucked in a breath, her chest rising. “Mmm, I'm counting on it...” she hummed, licking her lips seductively, her voice trailing off into a squeal when he stepped forward and started to unbuckle his belt slowly, not taking the time to take off his trousers but merely pulling out his cock, giving himself a few tugs as he watched her needily, his lower lip caught between his teeth and she whined when he pushed the tip of his cock to tease her folds, his grip tight on her inner thigh again before she could even think of pushing her hips forward.

“Relax for meh, Jade...” he drawled, drinking her in with his eyes, trying to compose himself, to drag out teasing her a little longer, desperate to see her grow more desperate for him, but he could hardly hold on any longer, his hips slowly pushing forward, the tip of his cock disappearing inside her and he reveled in the way her body tensed, how her walls fluttered around him, how her eyes widened as she silently begged him for more, whimpering needily.

“Mmmm, Jade, I can feel yehr cunt strugglin' teh take meh, why dun't yeh relax for meh?”

She breathed shakily, trying to follow his orders but it was impossible, the way his cock filled her so agonisingly slow had her whole body tense, her thighs shaking, the stretch of his cock too good to be true and he knew exactly what he was doing, teasing her out of her mind just to see her desperate, to get her to keep begging for more, her heart skipping a beat when he nudged his hips forward and sank all the way inside her.

“Mmmm...” he groaned, biting his lip. “D'yeh feel meh deep inside yeh, darlin'?”

“F-Fuck...” she whispered, the intensity slowly overwhelming her, her fingers fisting the sheets for leverage, her body shaking as she tried to keep her eyes on his, knowing it'd only have consequences if she didn't. She was desperate for him to move, holding her breath when he drew back his hips only to slam them right back inside her, groaning at the way she whimpered, his fingers stroking up and down her inner thigh to soothe her a sharp contrast to the way his cock throbbed inside her, took what was his, forced her down.

“Yeh're fookin' tremblin', doll, is it too mooch for yeh?”

“N-No, please...” she whispered needily, her eyes begging him as well as her lips. “Please...”

“Mmmm, I'm gunna make yeh cum soon, babeh girl, dun't yeh worreh...” He promised, slowly picking up the pace with his hips, drawing them back to then slam right back inside her, his grip on her thighs tightening with the way she squeezed him, desperate for him not to draw out of her, to leave her empty even if it was just for a second and he could hardly contain himself, was drawn in by the way she wanted him as hopelessly as he wanted her, over and over again and took it all in a way he never could have dreamt of, her enthusiasm and need unparalleled.

She didn't find it in herself to struggle now, swallowing hard as she tried to relax, but with the quick snapping of his hips, the way he fucked into her relentlessly, she couldn't help her body tensing, the friction his cock gave her, made her wetter with each stroke, pulsing and throbbing inside her had her desperate.

“D'yeh need meh teh slow down?” He teased, smirking at her moaning in protest when he did without waiting for an answer, chuckling at the way she tried to back up on him, but he held her in place, held her at his mercy. “Why are yeh shakin', Jade?”

She whimpered, pressing her lips together. “Please, Turner...” She whispered. “Please...”

“Oh, pupa...” he sighed, his cock slowly drawing out of her, the look of panic in her eyes causing him immense satisfaction. “Shouldn't 'ave called meh tha' again...”

She gasped. “A-Alexander, no...” she whispered. “I'm sorry...”

He shook his head, scratching at his jaw as he stepped back, nodding towards her. “Turn 'round for meh, pupa...”

She did instantly as he asked, the throbbing, wet emptiness between her legs unbearable and she stuck her ass up in the air, mewling needily when he without warning landed three quick smacks between her legs, forcing her body down on the bed with merely the momentary touch.

“I'm gunna fook yeh at me own pace, doll...” he drawled. “And if yeh cum before I allow yeh teh, yeh're gunna regret it.”

Before she could prepare herself, he was back inside her, his cock sliding all the way inside her, hands gripping her hips and he took a deep breath to hold on for a moment, squeezed his eyes shut, then diverted his gaze downwards, watching his cock disappear inside her over and over again, each time he pulled out, he was shiny with more of her arousal, already desperate to let go inside her and mark her inside as well as out, and he could tell she was close, yet didn't think of slowing down, burying his cock inside her over and over again, fucking inside her harder with each push of his hips.

“Dun't yeh dare cum reyht now, pupa, dun't yeh fookin' dare...”

She was struggling to breathe evenly, held on to the sheets desperately because with each stroke of his cock, he built her pleasure more, the snug fit of his cock had her reeling, her mind clouded with lust and she could think of nothing else but to let go around him, hungry for the pleasure to rip through her while he held her down and fucked her relentlessly, but she attempted to focus and hold on, but his thrusts were strategically placed to make her come undone and disobey him and she was desperate to not give in, to spite him, refusing to let him win now, but he knew exactly what she liked, knew just how to make her come undone no matter what.

He slowed down, let go of her hips, just to see her back right up on his cock, groaning with satisfaction. “Mmmm, tha's reyht” he drawled, his jaw locking, starting to lose control himself. “Fook yehrself on me cock like a good girl, show meh tha' yeh deserve it.”

She didn't need any telling twice, yet simultaneously wanted to set the pace in an attempt to hold on for longer, but she also wanted him faster, harder, wouldn't have done anything, hoping desperately that if she got him there quicker, he'd allow her to cum quicker, whimpering when he already took hold of her hips again after a few movements of her hips against him.

“Why are yeh squeezin' round me cock, Jade?” He taunted, slapping her ass and making her squeal loudly. “Pupa, 's not gunna get yeh anehwhere...”

“Alexander, I'm begging you...” she cried, gasping when she felt his fingers wrapping around her throat, pulling her up and whimpering at the way his cock sank deep inside her, pulsing and almost making her let go right then and there, her body shaking, silent tears rolling pearling down her cheeks from the intensity of the power he held over her.

“Are yeh cryin', principessa?” He mumbled, his voice soft, lips attaching to her shoulder and he started moving his hips slowly again, sweat gathering at his collarbone as they pressed together and he was barely able to hold on, weak for the way she trembled in his arms, the way her breath caught in her throat when he squeezed it, the way her heart pounded in unison with his. “Yeh're fookin' marvelous, doll...” he whispered, kissing her warm skin. “I'm gunna count down from ten and then yeh're gunna cum for meh, alreyht?”

Tears of relief ran down her face and she nodded obediently, her body tensing once again as he started to pick up the pace again and she curved towards him, her back pressed against his chest, her head on his shoulder.

He stroked his fingers over her neck, humming. “I want yeh teh say me name when yeh let go, doll...” he commanded, his voice calm now. “And I want yeh teh relax. Give in teh meh, alrehyt?” He wanted her to have everything she wanted, wanted to make it all good for her, take care of her in the way he knew best.

“Dieci...”

She whimpered, struggling to breathe after another particularly hard thrust, his heart pounding against her back.

“Nove...” he drawled, his arm wrapping tightly around her, humming at the way she pressed herself even closer to him, struggling to relax into his embrace. “Otto...”

His voice was deep, dark and so close to her ear, mumbling against her skin, unwinding her with the way his words as well as his body had complete control of her.

“Sette, pupa, shhh, relax...” His fingers descended downwards, forcing her legs apart. “Mmmm, tha's reyht, spread them for meh, sei...”

“A-Alexander...”

“Almost there, principessa, cinque...”

She was holding her breath at this point, the movements of his cock pushing inside her, stroking and stretching her walls hot and delicious, and it was causing her all the strength she possessed to not give in, to hold on for him.

“Quattro...” He could barely hold on himself now, but he refused to give in. “Tre...”

She whined, her whole body shaking, tears running down her cheeks, she couldn't hold on, was so close.

“Due...”

The deep intensity of his voice, the nonchalant drawls, she knew she was affecting him as much as he was her, and she was desperate to be his match, almost collapsed in his arms and then he finally took mercy on her, his calloused fingertips pushing down on her clit and he buried himself inside her hard and fast.

“Uno.”

Her body shook violently, her lips parting in a silent moan and she fell limp in his arms, shock after shock of pleasure ripping through her as her walls tightened around him, making her cry out when she felt him release deep inside her, throbbing and coaxing for her to draw him in, desperate to let go. “A-Alexander!”

He held her close in his arms, groaning against her skin as he fucked her hard through both their orgasms, his heart skipping a beat when she moaned his name and his heart filled with pride. “Fook...” he drawled, watching her squirm on his cock before guiding her down on the bed again, only pulling out of her when the shocks in her body ceased and she relaxed, getting comfortable beside her and once again pulling her into his arms.

She was panting, buried her face against his chest, her walls fluttering around the emptiness he'd left, and she couldn't help but feel well-fucked and satisfied, pressing mindless kisses to his bare skin.

His heart fluttered at the softness, but came to another momentary stop when he heard a soft giggle, forcing open his eyes and lifting his head to look at her, the way she lifted her head when she noticed and he stroked his fingers through her hair affectionately, the beautiful sound of her laughter filling his ears and his heart. “Fook...” he drawled again. “I'm in so fookin' deep wif yeh.”

She was slowly calming down now, but his words only fuelled the joy he'd already made her feel. “If I'm going to stay here...”

His head perked up, his eyes widening, completely lost in the way his reaction made her giggle, didn't even mind that she knew how hopeful he was for her to stay.

“Where did you put my toys?”

“Under lock and fookin' key, yeh dun't need them.”

“Are you saying that you're going to be here to fuck me whenever I need it?” She teased, toying with his chain and licking her lips, the spark in her eyes presenting a challenge he was only too happy to rise to. “Are you gonna give me everything you promised?”

He pursed his lips, stroking his fingers through her hair, unable to take his eyes off her face. “I never break me fookin' promises.”

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