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character profile

► basics:

Full name: Alexej Emil Kavinsky (born Vogel)

Meaning of name: Alexej means “defending men”, “defender of men”, “defender of the people” or “protector of men”. Emil means "to strive", "excel", "rival", "eager"

Nickname: Lexi, Alex

Pronouns: He/him

Sexual Orientation: Gay

Nationality: German father, from mother's side Chzech and possibly Russian.

Birth date: December 16th, 1892

Zodiac sign: Sagittarius A December 16 Sagittarius is extraordinary. They have a disciplined nature and can live on little, as long as they can express their inner fire. Blessed with an artistic temperament, they understand that success equals creative accomplishment, not money. They have much wisdom.

Age: 22 when the war starts

► Physical appearance:

Faceclaim: Tom Schilling

Height: 168cm

Eye colour: Blue

Hair colour: Brown

► Personality:

Positive traits: hardworking, brave, thoughtful, determined, realistic, artistic

Negative traits: private, irritable, selfish, panicky, grumpy, indecisive, judgy, demanding

Personality type: ISFJ

Character’s greatest joy in life: getting to make his own decisions

Fears: his fathers opinions, the horrible things he has done in his past, losing loved ones.

Why?

Alexej has a difficult relationship with his father who does not approve his choices and sees him weak.

Alexej had to do a lot of bad things to survive while being part of AM and TOWER. His past haunts him.

Alexej lost his best friend and he doesn't want to lose anyone that important again.

Priorities: himself, his friends

Character’s soft spot: Fiete, Lunas, Kateryna & Klara, Sydney, Knusper, Ione

Is this soft spot obvious to others? It's not obvious at all and Sydney is the only one to see through him. (Well Knusper might.)

Greatest vulnerability or weakness: He thinks it's using his heart and not his head. But really his weakness is his own fear and anxiety. For the longest of time he did as he was told out of fear and later he still panics easily.

Biggest regret: Joining the anti-muggle group AM

Secrets of the character: He was in love with Fiete

Does anyone else know? Kateryna and Klara might guess it, as well as his father.

Drives and motivations: Future where he doesn't need to follow anyone's orders.

► Past

Hometown: Berlin, Germany

Type of childhood: Alexej's mother died when he was born. His father was strict and raised him to respect his values rather than finding his own ones. He had a mongrel dog before starting school, whom he loved very much. His father was wealthy so he got used to having luxurious things around him. From early on Alexej was raised to despise the muggle-community and he didn't see muggleborns as part of the Wizarding community. Religion: Not religious

Dream job: Artist ► Present Current location: Germany, then France during the war Currently living with: Lived in the base of the AM movement, later goes to France and joins the dark wizard alliance called TOWER and lives in their base.

Pets: He bonds with a wild wolf with a broken leg during the war. The wolf becomes his companion. He names him Knusper. *Author's note, thank you @cursed-herbalist for naming this little bastard!*

Occupation: Worked for German Ministry of Magic as an auror but was secretly part of the AM movement. During the start of the war Alexej was part of the German Army still working for the Ministry and AM. After leaving AM he joined TOWER and worked with them in hopes of helping Lunas Avery out of the movement's control. After leaving TOWER Alexej was hired by the British Ministry of Magic because of his knowledge and actions against TOWER. After the war he cut his connections to the Ministry and started a career as a freelance artist.

► Magical info

Blood Status: Pureblood

Education: Durmstrang

Wand: Holly wood with a dragon heartstring core, 10 ¾ and unbending flexibility

Holly is one of the rarer kinds of wand woods; traditionally considered protective, it works most happily for those who may need help overcoming a tendency to anger and impetuosity. At the same time, holly wands often choose owners who are engaged in some dangerous and often spiritual quest. Holly is one of those woods that varies most dramatically in performance depending on the wand core Patronus: Mongler dog

Just like a wizard doesn’t have to be a pure-blood to be great, a dog doesn’t have to a purebred to be your best friend. While a mongrel’s ancestry might be a mystery, they tend to be intelligent, energetic, and good-natured. Your mongrel dog Patronus will be loyal and friendly toward you but fierce against any Dementor that seeks to harm you. Their scrappy nature makes them a perfect partner in any situation. *Author's note, I find this patronus so ironic but fitting!* Patronus Memory: Spending time with his friends in Durmstrang and having fun. Boggart: Fiete dying but the person killing him is Alexej himself. Specialized/Favourite Spells: Alexej is talented in memory spells and quick to disarm his enemy. He is really bad with cleaning spells. Favourite subject in school: charms and divination

► Family Father: Anton Vogel Face claim: Oliver Masucci

Relationship with him: As a child Alexej wanted to please his father and followed his orders and wishes. During his Durmstrang years Anton didn't think his son was strong enough and wasn't pleased with the close friendship he had with Fiete. He started to see Alexej as a weak link which the teenager desperately wanted to prove wrong.

Anton wasn't a very strict or serious father but rather bantered with his son and complimented his success if he saw such. Alexej liked spending time with his father despite wanting to prove himself worthy and the two were close in his youth. After graduating, Alexej joined the AM movement that worked in Germany under Grindelwald's alliance. His father was secret supporter of the movement but being a politician he had to ensure that his name stayed out of it, so Alexej started using his mother's last name. After Alexej killed Anton's friend Adalmar Nachtnebel in 1916, he didn't contact his father until the end of the year. His father was pleased that Alexej had joined TOWER but later found out that he didn't actually value this alliance either. Anton was disappointed and Alexej didn't contact his father after the war. Later Anton became the German Minister for Magic but claimed that his son had died during the war.

► Love interests

Sydney Barlow @gaygryffindorgal Face claim: Rami Malek

Relationship with him: Alexej saves Sydney's life by shooting Nachtnebel instead of executing Sydney when he was told to. Alexej lets him go, leaving him with Nachtnebel's wand. The two meet again in a small town while Sydney is looking for his company and Alexej is on a run. The two spend time together and get to know each other a little but eventually Alexej leaves for his own adventures. They later meet again and Sydney gets his chance to save Alexej's life when Alexej gets shot. to be continued...

► Enemies

His father, Adalmar Nachtnebel, Ren Godfrey and the whole of TOWER, The whole of AM, Grindelwald's Allience, and some of the students of Durmstang. Adalmar Nachtnebel: Nachtnebel was a member of the AM and Alexej's father's good friend. Nachtnebel put a lot of pressure on Alexej and tried to shape him into a ruthless soldier. Alexej never liked him and after he was forced into crimes against the muggle community under Nachtnebel's command, he started to resent him. When Sydney Barlow escaped from the AM base after being taken there as a prisoner, Nachtnebel commanded Alexej to shoot him after the two found him from a near by forest. Alexej chose to shoot him instead.

Ren Godfrey: Alexej joined TOWER (Transnational Order of Wizards Exposure Rights) after leaving AM. Ren Godfrey was one of the founding members of the said group of dark wizards. Alexej claimed to be loyal to TOWER but he actually joined because of Lunas Avery. His real goal was to get Lunas out of the blackmailing situation he had going on with Ren. Eventually Ren finds out the truth about Alexejs true alliance but he has more anger towards Lunas than Alexej.

*Author's note, @cursed-herbalist, this beautiful smarty-pants also named both AM and TOWER when I've been struggling with both. so all the love and respect and my undying gratitude*

► Favourites

Colour: gray

Food: likes to test different type of cocktails

Literature: Reads a lot and in different languages. He likes historical fiction.

Most loved possession: his mothers old ring. ► Habits Spending habits: Alexej is used to luxury but later becomes more strict with money. Smokes: Yes a lot Drinks: That too Other drugs: Not regularly What does he do too much of? smoking, shaking Sydney's hand

What does he do too little of? relaxing

Extremely skilled at: art, making drinks, learning languages

Extremely unskilled at: talking about his feelings, hugs and public affection

►Traits

How he feels about himself: As a teenager he feels proud and above everyone else but it starts to change as he grows up. He's not much for self pity but he does get angry at himself.

How do other people perceive him: entitled and annoying, violent, problematic, or fascinating and talented

Style:

► Relationships with others

Does the character hide his true opinions and emotions from others? Alexej is hard to read and people often don't know if he's joking or not. His loyalties are often a mystery.

Person character most hates: Adalmar Nacthnebel

Best friend(s): Fiete Tegeler, Lunas Avery, Kateryna Von Engelhardt and Klara Belikova

Friends: Ione Avery, Ares Gaunt, Zedric Faust, Colm O'Shea, Linus Sullivan, Maritza Krum, Cayetana Narváez

Fiete Tegeler, Klara Belikova @gaygryffindorgal & Kateryna Von Engelhardt @cursebreakerfarrier:

During his studies in Durmstrang, Alexej was close friends with Klara, Kateryna and Fiete. Klara, Kateryna and Alexej all came from similar backgrounds and shared the same type of values. Fiete was different, being a half blood and coming from a less wealthy background. He didn't have strong opinions against muggleborns and he was much kinder than Alexej. Still he became his closest friend who he secretly developed feelings for. The three would often claim that Fiete was a pureblood to avoid controversy among other students. This bothered Fiete, but loving his friends he let them keep their perfect picture. The group would often pair up during balls and they spent holiday breaks together being practically inseparable.

During his seventh year Alexej managed to gain few enemies in school after sharing information he was not suppose to. This lead to the boys attacking him and Fiete while the girls watched trying to stop it from happening. The fight ended with Fiete's death. After his passing away it was hard for the group to spend time together as just a trio and it took a long time for them to get close again. Faceclaims: Max Schimmelpfennig, Alicia Agneson, Alina Kovalenko

*Authors note, thank you @gaygryffindorgal for choosing my fiete and loving him*

Lunas Avery @cursed-herbalist:

Alexej meets Lunas when he's posing undercover as an auror to snoop details of the ministry's agenda for the war. They became good friends and Lunas is a big reason why Alexej starts to question his beliefs. Eventually Lunas finds out his true intentions and Alexej has to flee and go back to his AM group. After Alexej leaves the allience he decides to find Lunas again and because of this he ends up joining TOWER. His true intentions are to help Lunas and possibly gain pardon by doing so.

Ione Avery @cursed-herbalist:

Ione and Alexej became friends when Ione was visiting Lunas in Berlin. They have similar struggles and get along well. They have a playful sibling like relationship. He wants to protect her.

Ares Gaunt @gaygryffindorgal:

Ares worked for TOWER at the same time Alexej was there. They had few missions together and Alexej admired Ares's way of handling the situation which was different from the other members of the group. Alexej wasn't aware that Ares was actually an auror working for the ministry.

Zedric Faust: Zedric and Alexej went to Durmstrang at the same time but they were not friends. Alexej thought that Zedric was annoying. Though he was polite to Zedric, he called him Kartoffel (potato) behind his back. After graduating Zedric and Alexej both joined AM and were often paired up together from Zedric's request. Usually Alexej did all the work while Zedric took the credit. After the war Alexej ended up defending Zedric and telling the truth about him not taking much part on the actual things that AM did and being more talk than action. While he never liked Zedric, he didn't feel that the man deserved the worst kind of sentence. The two found mutual respect for each other for surviving their youth and became actual friends.

Colm O'Shea @unfortunate-arrow Alexej got to know Colm through his friend Ione. The two were also in the same company. After the war Alexej stayed good friends with the couple. Alexej was a regular guest to their house.

Linus Sullivan @unfortunate-arrow Linus and Sydney were friends during the war and shared the same company that Alexej was in. He got to know Linus after getting closer with Sydney and the two stayed friends.

Maritza Krum Alexej and Maritza attended Durmstrang at the same time but were not friends. He met her again through his connections with the British Ministry while she was working for the French Ministry of Magic. Later he got to know her also as Linus's wife.

Cayetana Narváez @endlessly-cursed Cayetana and Alexej met because of her connection to Lunas and later became friendly. *more to be added*

Andrey Belikov @gaygryffindorgal Alexej and Andrey knew each other through Klara and once spent a night together though neither remembers that much of the occasion. The two stayed friends.

Anthony Vallen @kathrynalicemc

Andy was the scientist who was investigating the TOWER guns that Alexej,Lunas, Kit and Ares were sent to find during his time working for the British Ministry of Magic. He later also knew Andy through his relationship to Andrey Belikov.

Person character goes to for advice: Kateryna, Klara or Lunas Person character feels responsible for or takes care of: Fiete during school, later he wants to help Lunas when he's being blackmailed by Ren Godfrey. He also wants to protect Ione after befriending her.

Person character feels shy or awkward around: People who flirt with him or who he finds extremely attractive. He's the type of person that when you're having a romantic moment, he will chicken out and insult you instead.

Person character openly admires: Lunas, Ares

#alexej kavinsky #character profile mine #durmstrang oc #hp ww1 era #hp wwi era #i think i've been staring at this for an hour now but maybe it's done and if there's still something odd in it then i will fix it later #anyway baby' is out and proud #he's open for friends or enemies i guess

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silent-dragon · 3 months

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TWST Student OC Profile ~ Aruna Mene

"The heavens turn toward darkness. Now is our time." - Alune

Aruna Song

Personal Info

Name - Aruna Mene

Nickname - Runa - Friends

Stage Name - DigiBun

Group Name - SoulBeam

Age - 19

Birthday - 2/29

Zodiac - Moon Pisces

Gender - Male

Species - Human

Height - 195cm/6ft'5in

Eye Color - Blood Moon Red

Hair Color - Turquoise Dyed,Natural Black Undyed

Orientation - Demisexual

Homeland - Mount Selene

Family - Alaya - Twin Sister

Twist of Aphelios(Heartsteel & Canon) From League of Legends

College Info

School - Night Ravens College

Dorm - Ignihyde

Year - 3rd

Best Subject - Polymath(All)

Club - Pop Music Club

Other Info

Occupation - “Secret”,Writer,Artist,Technology Expert,Instrumentalist,SoulBeam's Lyricist and Merchandise Artist

Favorite Food - Potato Chips,Popcorn

Likes - Bunnies,Alaya,Dancing,Instruments,Computers,Writing Music,LEDs/RGBs,Dance Music,Neville(Best Friend),Art Supplies,Plushies,Moon Aesthetics,Being a Night Owl,Adan's Ears Twitching,Kurai as a Parental Figure,Sabir Piggyback Rides,Pankraz's Silliness,Glow in the Dark Stars,Drawing Art of Friends/Loved Ones,His Home,SoulBeam

Dislikes - His condition that doesn't allow him to speak properly,Passing out due to lack of sleep,His fidgeting,Being Touched without permission,Buying Batteries,AI Art

Unique Magic - Moon's Toxic Tongue - Aruna can not feel most pain physically due to this magical condition that is his UM. Emotionally can usually and is the reason he writes a lot of feelings into the songs of SoulBeam/general ones cause one way he can express himself.

Personality - Extremely quiet as he barely speaks except for when absolutely necessary to. Even so,he is probably the most creative person you will know. He is always thinking of new ideas to do something,doodling arts to lay out those ideas then does his best to achieve them. Reaching out to others is one of the many challenges he enjoys tackling as loves interacting in ways that require little talking on his part. He is confident and quick on his feet,just a general cool person with a striking appearance he wants all to notice.

Bio - One of two born under the blissful light of the moon. A prodigy of many things,he chooses to express his artistic side with his art and musical writing skills. Has mastered the way of using music & technology to help him further show the world what he is capable of. Rarely speaks but his actions say so much when you take time to understand him. Nimble on his feet and does everything from dancing to just sitting down with a style all his own. He wants to take you on his journey of creativity with him shined by the light of the moon if willing to join him for the ride.

Other Things

Can play alot of instruments but the piano and electronic keyboard is where he really shines from being able to play classics or new music so beautifully on the piano to making dance mixes of songs on the keyboard.

Aruna communicates mainly with either the LED scrolling text face mask he wears,gesturing using finger pointing,or using text messaging/writing notes. He also uses body language as well. He can speak but whether he wants to is the question.

He also makes a lot of general noises to express his mood. Examples like big sighs,long groans,etc.

He is the lyricist behind SoulBeam's viral 1st single,artist of all the upcoming merchandise,and instrumentalist of the group.

Aruna's UM often leaves him too weak to do things on his own. Adan,Kurai,and Pankraz are quick to notice and react to this by immediately helping him with no questions asked. Tends to get grumpy about this.

Will make you regret ever thinking he is “cute” that's just not his vibe.

His twin sister Alaya is an oc that is being made by a friend so will add more about sibling lore,etc when they are finished.

More on role in SoulBeam will be on the main group post I will post soon.

#twisted wonderland #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #oc profile #ignihyde #twst nrc #aruna #aphelios #lol aphelios #league of legends #heartsteel aphelios

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coffeelovesdramasalatte · 1 year

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LITA Ep. 4 Rewatch Thoughts Pt. 2

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

I see you being a GIANT SOFTIE Phayu, nice try

Rain looks so smug in this sequence, as he should be. Also appreciate the positive reinforcement Rain provides with his compliments

I love Phayu's side-profile right here! The reddish-brown tint of his hair is apparent and pretty, and it's just a nice shot all around. P' Saifah walks in and calls him a meanie, to which Phayu replies "don't piss me off." Look at poor Phayu being all grumpy bc he couldn't tease his Rain more.

P' Saifah, the voice of reason, reminds Phayu that while it's good that Phayu is worried about Rain losing focus, he shouldn't be too mean or Rain will run away.

Sidenote: P' Saifah, I don't think you'll get through if you're "straight" with him, just saying...

Ok I LOVE this sequence because yet again, we have Phayu having full faith in Rain's abilities AND confidence in his feelings as well as Rain's reciprocation of them. We stan one confident king <3 I also love the upbeat, kinda jazzy background music here - it makes me think of the word whimsical for some reason, except the point being made here is that neither Phayu nor Rain are acting on a whim. Weird mental contrast...

And then P' Saifah summarizes the whole PhayuRain situation for us in one sentence with a necessary addendum:

And then we cut to Rain taking his work seriously while my other son, Sig tells us about his atrocious hygiene habits

I love how even while showing us that Rain's working hard, we're also made aware that he's prioritizing his time with Phayu too. Yay work-love balance!

Only someone with the brilliance of Sig's single braincell could come up with a nickname like Cloud Jizz for Rain. Unparalleled and highly perceptive

Poor Sky, being responsible for 3 grown children on the daily

Then we cut to the next day, after everyone has turned in their homework. Ple invites Rain out for food together, and Rain's face goes through the funniest sequence of expressions as he tries to figure out a way to get out of it bc he planned for this time to be spent parading in front of Phayu dammit! He ultimately fails though and presumably goes to eat with her.

This is literally "QUICK, THINK OF SOMETHING, ANYTHINGGG"

Ok folks, here begins Phayu's complete and utter descent into ruination courtesy of Rain. We know Phayu is attracted to Rain from the beginning, but to me, this is when we really get to see what that means.

But first, Rain what is this sleeping posture? How are you breathing with your windpipe nearly smushed like that? Also how is your tummy not cold? Are your feet getting any blood circulation? Seduction should not come at the cost of safety

Then we get Phayu coming in wearing yellow and blue, a color combination I never thought I'd see on someone who wasn't Sonic the Hedgehog, wearing a fuzzy soft smile

This is honestly just a really good angle for Boss. Petition for over 50% of shots to be taken of this particular angle. Also there's something so sweet about Phayu helping Rain out with this little task - this scene makes me feel so warm. Loving the trend of backlighting with bi-colors every time they're in this room!

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

#love in the air #lita the series #lita rewatch thoughts #bossnoeul #phayurain

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bonefries · 3 years

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I rate Sigma Overwatch’s sprays from 0-10

alright lets go, just going in the order that these files come in this folder

1000/10: Because I get to see him sitting and even though he’s thinking hard about something he’s throwing a bouncy ball to help him focus. Also his hair is particularly white here and I think thats very sexy old man of him.

50/10: Catbox, Catboy, its all the same theory. Sigma likes catboys, not up for debate. We know why.

3/10: Just not fond of it. I know the sprays and their rendering gets super obscured but this one just got absolutely decimated I guess. Just being real with yall.

10/10: Like the shading colors, he’s smirking. Rock vaguely looks like a heart. Love that for him.

6/10: I just don’t like how the hat was drawn. I don’t think it needed to be there or could’ve been shaped better. Other than that decent spray. Wish he was happier looking though.

9/10: I have this spray as a sticker and its just very cute fsr. Its simple and the color is exquisite and nice on the eyes.

100000000000/10: There is something mysteriously and eerily sexy about this spray and it’s one of my favorites.

2/10: Just because he is my husband doesn’t mean I’m not going to be an honest man. I Highly Dislike this spray because I think the art style is unappealing af. It’s just a personal preference, I hate all of the sprays that come in this style. i didnt realize how long this post was going to be so im doing the rest under the cut to spare everyone else’s life:

9/10: Solid rating with no goofing. While I take up some issues with some of the expressions in his other sprays showing pain, there is something about the composition of this one that I absolutely love. Its very aesthetic for me, speaks to his character, and the colors are beautiful. Wish his eyes were his usual periwinkle though which is why this isn’t receiving a perfect score.

5/10: Not really sure what it is about this one that I’m not so fond of. I can appreciate the colors and his profile. But other than that theres something visually here that I don’t find appealing. Not sure what it is.

8/10: Decent rating, its nothing crazy. Since reference and has nice colors but thats about all my critique for this one.

11/10: Lovely hand, lovely gesture. Wanna squish the bean pads. Nice colors.

6/10: This one is actually one of my favorites despite the rating not being solid. Only because while I love the colors and the concept, the idea of it makes me sad. The idea that it reflects Sieb’s trauma makes me sad, despite it being a rational depiction of such.

50000000/10: love little christmas charm sieb, hope he gets a skin of this outfit some day. Hes so cute. Happy smiles thats all I want. I could kiss him.

3/10: CONTRARY TO POPULAR BELIEF I’M NOT ACTUALLY SUPER ABOUT THIS SPRAY. WHY? Because I’m being nitpicky and I want him receptors on the sides to be THE TEAL THAT THEY ARE. Not GREEN.

5/10: I feel like halfway rating with this one is fair. I like to imagine that thats Sieb’s hand writing and that makes me happy. But this spray is hard to look at for long periods of time because this kind of text squish is hurtful on my eyes.

9/10: I actually hate this skin but fsr the spray makes it incredibly sexy. It actually got sexier the second time (this time) that I looked at it. Good for him.

6/10: Reasons for this rating, while I love the pose and intimidation this spray is posing, I also get sad to see Sieb’s strained expressions. I think his powers do have limits and they do effect him depending. And seeing all this big ass heavy equipment on him gives me conflicted feelings. He has a lot to carry, and he’s just lucky he has gravity powers to help. (I mean this metaphorically and literally.)

7/10: I love the art and concept on this one. He’s just so grumpy looking is all. My poor boy.

9/10: He’s 7 ft tall and it shows and I am here for it.

9/10: Remember when I said I was conflicted about seeing all that equiptment on him? Well its true, but I’m just going full thirst on this spray to say look at how fucking massive this man is. I want him to grab me with those hands and pitch me like a baseball.

4/10: The pained expression in this along with the concept of it (as well as connection once again to his trauma) unsettles me and makes me feel the brain hurting juice. Nothing further.

1000000000000000000/10: This is one of my favorite sprays because its just casual work setting and gives me more insight on his lab uniform. His hair here also gets me barking like a rabid chihuahua.

10/10: This gets a solid rating for A) Lab Coat Outfit and B) Seeing him again with the help of an object to stim while he thinks. (The squeeze ball)

10/10: I cant not give halloween Sieb a solid score. I think this is adorable, but I don’t believe it’s Sieb as a kid. I think it’s just a child dressed up like him with no attachment to lore or anything. But its still very cute.

100/10: I love the pixel sprays so much, simple and cute.

6/10: I’m really not too crazy about the pose for the dragon spray. I feel like they could’ve done something a little more dynamic especially given he has gravity powers. But alas.

9/10: This spray is on the same level as the apple head spray from earlier on in the post. Congrats if you’ve made it this far btw. But I love the soft expression on the left being challenged with the frightened/frustrated one on the right.

0/10: I am not fond of this spray because of how much pain he appears to be in along with the implications all the junk flying around him has. Upsets me.

50/10: I don’t care about the fish onions I just care about looking at my husbands huge ass arms and seeing him enjoy a smelly fish treat. Its what he deserves. Also what that mouth do.

10/10: Solid perfect score because I have strong emotions about Van Gogh. And I think the interest between Siebren and Van Gogh, especially as two men who were/are fighting with mental illness speaks volumes about Sieb’s character. This spray makes me feel something in my chest that I can’t whole heartedly explain, but it isn’t a bad thing.

10/10: Another perfect score, because I think this spray is a good mixture of Sieb’s character between the musical elements and his scientific work. He’s also smiling which is rare to find in his sprays.

544386238043723507435742634387236804307403857435748035474803548744307384385740385748037408357438570480bark bark barK BARK /10: sexiest image in the entire game of overwatch nobody @ me i dont take constructive criticism

#this is a half serious half shit post post #siebren de kuiper #sigma overwatch #sigma #ita speaks #i have spoken

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aitaikimochi · 3 years

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I noticed that some people didn't know much about Reno and Rude's epic bromance outside of the major FF7 compilation installments (OG FF7, Advent Children, Crisis Core, FF7R), so I compiled a list of moments from lesser known but official sources (light novels, Ultimania, etc.)! Enjoy~

FF7 On The Way To A Smile - Episode Shinra Light Novel (2009)

-Rude loves thrills.

-For Rude, It’s too painful to imagine a life without the Turks.

-During Meteorfall, Reno and Rude are alone together and seek refuge in the Shinra building bathroom stalls because Rude wanted to go back to the building to get his tool kit.

-Rude apologizes and notices that Reno’s tone is different from his usual self. Reno asks Rude, “Hey Rude, we’ve been together for a long time.” Rude says, “Yup.” Reno then asks “We’re partners, right?” and Rude says “Sure.”

-Reno then goes to Rude’s stall and kicks in the door. Rude is surprised and asks why Reno kicked the stall’s door. Reno says, “I want to give one last thrill to my partner. Thrills- you love ‘em.” Rude says it’s not enough.

-They leave the building together to see the destruction caused by the Lifestream.

-Reno looks around and says “Holy shit is that the Lifestream!?” Rude turns to him and says, “Reno…”

-Reno says “Yeah?” and Rude answers, “This is amazing.”

-Later in the chapter, Reno frowns and is worried about Geostigma and asks Rude why Rufus was putting his trust into the sketchy Doctor Kilmister. Reno wonders why he and Rude hasn’t contracted the disease yet.

-Rude cheers him up by lightly punching his arm and says, “Hey partner, how about a sparring session? We haven’t done that in a while.”

-Reno asks why, and Rude explains “Exercising both your mind and body can prevent sickness.”

Reno calls him an old fart but gets ready anyway.

Reference: Japanese version of the On The Way To A Smile light novel

FF7 The Kids Are All Right: A Turks Side Story Light Novel (2011)

-Reno’s Profile (official English version):

“[…] Reno also values his relationships, especially the strong connection he shares with his partner, Rude. He also comes to care about Evan and Kyrie, and he starts keeping an eye on them from afar.”

-Rude’s Profile (official English version):

“Reno’s long-term partner and one of the Turks’ elite operatives […] Taciturn but compassionate, Rude ends up joining his partner in watching over Evan and Kyrie.”

-Evan describes Reno and Rude as “they are always together, like a fork and a knife.”

-Rude thinks that Evan might find it annoying that Reno is trying to meddle with family affairs. Rude thinks to himself “My comrades are all I ever need.”

-Reno and Rude end up stranded and away from Rufus, Tseng, and Elena. Reno tells Rude “You’re all I have, man. The Director and Elena aren’t answering our calls, and the Boss just tells us to finish the Monument. They’re definitely up to something. We’re outcasts. You and me, me and you, if we don’t stick together then what?”

-Rude is the only person capable of falling asleep in a car despite Reno’s reckless driving.

Reference: Japanese version of the light novel Chapters 3, 12, 19

FF7R (2020)

-When you cast Sleep on Rude, he says Reno’s name in his sleep.

References: Chapter 8 or 12 Boss Battles

FF7R Ultimania Book (2020)

-Reno only expresses his doubts and worries in front of Rude.

-Rude greatly cares about his friends.

-Reno and Rude work together in perfect sync.

Reference: Pages 52, 53, 641

FF7R Material Ultimania Book (2020)

-Rude worries about Reno’s reckless fighting due to his “professionalism.”

-Rude is willing to risk his own life to protect Reno.

-Scenario Coordinator Oishi says the scene when Rude tosses the EMR to Reno shows a glimpse of their responsibility and readiness for Shinra as well as the bond that Reno shares with his partner.

Reference: Pages 103, 282

FF7 10th Anniversary Ultimania (2007)

-Reno loves gossip, so that’s why he asked Rude who he likes in the OG FF7 Gongaga scene.

-Although Reno likes hearing about other people’s gossip, he never reveals much about himself though, and that’s part of his aesthetic.

-When Reno heard about Rude dating someone (in Before Crisis), he was more keen on figuring out this mission than any other mission he’s ever done.

Reference: Page 94

FF7 Before Crisis (2007)

-In the bonus Episode Reno, Rude is grumpy all day during a mission. After they complete the mission, Reno asks if he’s still mad and says “I can’t have my partner stay mad like this.”

-Rude says he’s just peachy. Reno then says they should have a competition on who can obtain the “target” the fastest. Rude is confused what Reno is referring to. Reno says the target is Rude’s usual pair of sunglasses that’s undergoing repair since he’s wearing a spare right now.

-Reno mentions that they’ve been partners for a very long time, so of course he noticed Rude was wearing a spare pair of sunglasses all day, which affected his mood.

-Rude can easily recall and remember a lot of different random quotes and sayings that Reno said to him early on in their partnership.

-Reno and Rude have a near perfect record for completing missions successfully.

-In Chapter 4, Rude and the player are on a ship with AVALANCHE hostages, and one of the hostages named Sears escapes. The player says they should get Reno to come join them for back-up. Rude says to let him sleep as he was taking a nap in the ship quarters.

-Rude gets hurt by Sears in the fight. Reno wakes up from his nap and finds Rude on the floor and injured. Reno asks Rude who did this to him, but Rude doesn’t answer. Reno then goes and hunts down Sears.

-Rude eventually joins Reno at Costa Del Sol and the two of them find Sears at the beach and easily defeat him. Reno asks Rude what he would have done if no one came to help him, and Rude says he knew Reno would come for him as they have been together for a long time, so he knows how Reno thinks.

-In Chapter 6 of the game, when Reno tells Rude they should go home to the Turks company housing after a day’s work, Rude excuses himself to go somewhere. Reno gets suspicious about this and asks the player to follow Rude. The player tells Reno they saw Rude on a date with a woman (named Chelsea).

-Reno then secretly follows Rude on another one of his dates with the girl but sees that she’s actually an AVALANCHE spy who’s trying to use him to get information.

-Reno approaches Rude about this, but Rude says he already knew.

-Rude tells Chelsea he has something to tell her and to meet him on Christmas Eve in front of the Illuminated Christmas Tree in Midgar that symbolizes undying love. On the day of, Rude waits in front of the tree to see what Chelsea will do.

-Chelsea never turns up, and the player and Reno follow her to see what’s going on. They see that she tells AVALANCHE she cannot carry out her duty because she had feelings for Rude. She then leaves and tells the player that perhaps they can meet again in another life.

-The player returns to the tree to see that Rude is there standing alone in the cold. The player tells Rude that Chelsea said she can never meet him again. The player asks if he will chase after her, but Rude said she made up her mind. Rude is about to leave the area but stops as the person who does appear on Christmas Eve in front of an Illuminated Christmas Tree that apparently symbolizes undying love, is none other than Reno.

-Reno teases Rude and calls him a sentimentalist. He then says they should all go back home together to Turks base.

Reference: Chapters 4, 6, Episode Reno

#ff7r #ff7 #reno #rude #final fantasy 7 #renorude #rudereno #final fantasy #final fantasy 7 remake #final fantasy vii remake #final fantasy vii #my translations #i love them lol #reno rude

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xdandelionxbloomx · 3 years

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a lion sleeps (not in a jungle, but in a crib)

1.7k of softness, They Were Roommates! AU, general audiences - also on AO3

Ciri was crying.

Ciri was crying and Geralt didn’t know what to do.

Ciri was crying and Geralt didn’t know what to do and it was killing him.

He’d tried everything - changing her diaper, giving her that ratty little lion cub stuffy, he’d even tried to feed her but she hadn’t wanted it.

Geralt was very near the end of his rope.

Jaskier arrived home to the mess - Geralt absolutely frazzled and close to tears himself, Ciri wailing on his lap as he sat slumped on the couch.

His roommate’s eyes went soft in that way Geralt had come to hate for how it made all his organs do strange things in his chest.

“Oh, Geralt. Come on.” Jaskier picked his way across the apartment, avoiding some of Ciri’s toys - being a sudden single father hadn’t been easy on Geralt and he was doing his best alright?

Jaskier, with his guitar case still slung over his back, gently scooped Ciri out of his hands. He lifted her and Ciri momentarily stopped crying at the sight of him, reaching a pudgy little hand out to touch his cheek. She reeled it back after only a second, though, and turned it to a tiny fist that smacked with considerable force against Jaskier’s jaw. He barely even showed his grimace, still smiling at her as he cooed.

“Someone’s grumpy.” Jaskier murmured, and Geralt had a violent flashback to a few months prior - to when he’d gotten absolutely smashed and Jaskier had come to wake him up the day after, all soft and haloed by sunlight, hair gone gold.

Geralt lifted a hand to drag it down his face.

“I don’t know what she wants.” He rumbled, exhausted.

Jaskier shot him a small smile, something sad buried in it - he’d worn it before, an expression linked to things Geralt didn’t fully know.

He had never asked, never wanted that sadness to be so overwhelming that Jaskier couldn’t bear it.

“Sometimes we just need to cry, my dear.” Jaskier said, easily, and shifted Ciri to one arm, offering his freed hand up.

Geralt took it, letting him pull him to his feet and grabbing the lion stuffed animal as an afterthought.

Together they walked to Geralt’s bedroom where Ciri’s crib was set up across the room from his bed. It had been painstakingly made by hand by Eskel, who would have adopted Ciri if Geralt hadn’t been first in line as her godfather.

“It helps, however-” Jaskier spoke again as he let go of Geralt’s hand - Geralt giving a small jolt as he realized they’d held hands all the way into the bedroom. “To have music. Always.” Jaskier half said it to Ciri alone as he lowered her into the crib. Geralt watched how she squirmed, fighting him until she could stand in the crib, teary eyes peering over the edge as her hands curled around the railing.

Jaskier walked over to the bed and perched himself on the edge, ignoring her as she wailed even louder, making Geralt flinch.

“Come.” Jaskier said, over the crying, patting the space beside him. Geralt reluctantly joined him, sitting down beside his roommate on his bed, hands clenched around the lion cub white knuckle, one the verge of tears again himself.

Jaskier, the calmest of the three of them bless the man, simply brought his guitar case around to take the instrument out, plucking a few strings and tuning by ear. As if he even really needed to.

He looked up, meeting Ciri’s eyes over the edge of the crib. “Sweetheart.” Jaskier kept repeating it until she sucked in a ragged breath, wailing quieted to sniffles as Jaskier plucked out a soft melody that made the knot between Geralt’s shoulders slowly start to loosen.

Geralt breathed.

Jaskier began to sing in the quiet, his voice a bit higher and softer than usual.

“Meow-meow meow-meow meow meow…” It was a soft thing and Geralt blinked. He turned his gaze down to the lion cub in his hands and then back to Jaskier in surprise. Blue met his own hazel and they smiled softly, even though Jaskier’s mouth was occupied.

“I am just a kitten, hardly fit my mittens…” Jaskier’s gaze drifted back to Ciri, who was now firmly focused on the two of them, crying dying out into little snuffles, her nose stopped up from her fit. A little gurgle as she swayed where she was standing.

“Much too small, I figure-” Jaskier tipped his head at her, a lock of chestnut hair falling into his face. Geralt’s fingers itched to reach out and brush it away. He watched Jaskier’s profile in the dim yellow light of the lamp he’d left on - Geralt knew it wasn’t exactly platonic to want to touch his fingers to the curve of Jaskier’s nose, to trace it down to the bow of his lips.

“One day I'll be bigger, one day I'll be a great big kitty cat - Use open windows to go from flat to flat…”

Ciri’s hands slipped from the railing and she landed on her rear with a soft thump. She sniffed and blinked bleary eyes at Jaskier. After a long moment Geralt stood to cross the room. He brushed his fingers over the top of her head gently, feeling the wispy blonde strands soft under his work worn hands. He didn’t think these hands were the ones she deserved, but they were the ones she had and so Geralt had to be good. For her. He moved to place the lion cub stuffy in her small - so small - arms, watching her immediately bring it close and latch her mouth onto the ear. She chewed on it, looking at Jaskier all the while, barely even sparing him a glance.

“I am just a kitten, hardly fit my mittens… Much too small, I figure.” Jaskier sang and Geralt turned to watch him, the way he swayed back and forth on the bed and watched Ciri right back.

It was a lot like peace.

Geralt wanted to bottle this moment - like the little ships frozen meticulously in time, waves suspended in motion. He wanted to be able to look at this any time he wanted. He wanted to be able to -

“One day I'll be bigger, one day I’ll be all grown up and strong - But ‘til then I'll just purr and sing along.” Jaskier cooed and Geralt turned his gaze back to Ciri, who had laid back on her back, watching him drowsily through the bars of the crib. The lion was tucked close to her chest and Geralt’s heart ached.

He loved her.

He loved her probably more than anything else in the world.

It was not something Geralt had ever anticipated.

Then again, he’d never anticipated Jaskier either.

Geralt turned to make his way back to the bed, settling himself down beside Jaskier, watching talented fingers slow dance over the strings, plucking the sweet melody long after Jaskier had stopped singing, humming instead.

Geralt dropped his head down to rest on Jaskier’s shoulder.

He could feel Jaskier tense, heard the twang of a string, surprised fingers slipping. Geralt didn’t bother to say anything for a few moments and Jaskier’s fingers resumed the same soft melody.

Geralt closed his eyes.

“It’s funny. I think she likes you better than me.” He whispered, at last. A soft shudder beneath his cheek told him that Jaskier had laughed one of those quiet ones, lips pulled into a crooked smile.

“No.” Jaskier whispered right back, shifting to adjust to Geralt’s weight against his side. He crossed his arms over the guitar, finally ceasing his playing and Geralt, with his heart in his throat moved to slide his arm around his waist.

“No, I may distract her from whatever upset her, but when she’s hungry she turns to you. When she falls, her eyes find you first. Given the choice between the two of us, I’m sure she’d ask you to pick her up.” Jaskier’s voice stayed hushed as he turned his head to press his nose to Geralt’s hair - half fallen out of the hectic bun he’d thrown it up into earlier.

Geralt wanted to keep this moment forever.

“I’m trying so hard, Jask, but I have no idea what I’m doing.” He admitted and Jaskier’s shoulder shuddered under him again, though he heard the laugh this time.

“Does anyone? Really?” Jaskier asked, and there was a press of lips to his temple. “You’re trying your best and that’s all you can do. Ever.” The shoulder under his cheek lifted and Geralt made a soft noise of complaint, though he lifted his head and opened his eyes.

Jaskier was-- looking at him.

Really looking.

Like he could see right through to Geralt’s heart, where he kept all the things he cared about held tightly, as if he could shelter them from the world by not talking about them.

Jaskier’s hands blindly leaned the guitar up against the bed like he’d donen it a thousand times - probably had - and one reached after, to brush Geralt’s hair back from his face. He tucked it behind Geralt’s ear in a gesture that shouldn’t feel so intimate and tender, but did.

Geralt blinked, lowered his gaze to the collar of Jaskier’s shirt - where, as usual, the first three buttons were undone.

He’d had thoughts about that before, but in that moment all he wanted to do was bury his face against warm skin, breathe in the smell of Jaskier’s honeysuckle perfume.

“It’ll be alright, Geralt.” Jaskier murmured and, to Geralt’s surprise, he believed him.

A trembling sigh through his nose and Geralt lifted his gaze to meet Jaskier’s.

Ciri snored softly, disturbing the quiet, and Geralt smiled, shaking his head. He looked away from Jaskier for a moment, at the far wall above the crib.

His brows furrowed and a touch between them smoothed out the expression, Geralt’s gaze back on Jaskier, on the way the edges of his hair went gold.

Geralt didn’t believe in God or Heaven or Hell - but there were moments like these where he wondered if Jaskier were an angel.

Kindness, goodness, an overwhelming brightness given human form for minds to process.

Geralt lifted his hand, catching Jaskier’s in his own.

It was to the soundtrack of Ciri’s soft snoring that Geralt kissed Jaskier for the first time - slow and delicate, trying to hold the moment as one might hold a butterfly--

Trying his very best not to break quivering wings, heart poised to fly away, carried by a breeze, lazily drifting towards honeysuckles that it could not resist.

#geraskier #geraskier fic #my writing #mine #the song is Meow Meow Lullaby by Nada Surf #and I had very many Ciri feelings #please take this as an apology for my absence #something soft

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kyber-queen · 4 years

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Sweet Tooth (Javi Peña x Reader)

Summary: Established relationship, DEA agent!reader. Javi and reader are on a stakeout and Javi is Not Amused. Reader is an absolute menace but Javi loves them for it.

Rating: Everyone

Word Count: 457

Warnings: Mentions of food

Author’s Note: Hi guys!! This one’s for @ penattraction on twitter!! I just want y'all to know that my asks are open, but I have a few more twitter prompts to get through first before I do the ones on here :) I hope you enjoy!!

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It’s been two goddamn hours and the sicario you and Javi were waiting for had yet to show. The sun had set, you were exhausted, and you wanted nothing more than to return to the sanctuary of your apartment. Your legs, stretched out on the dashboard, were beginning to cramp, and you were starting to wish you had brought a book or something to entertain you, as your fellow agent was less than sociable at the present moment. Conversation had trickled between the two of you for an hour or so before running dry. You had been silent for the last 20 minutes, gazing out at the Colombian skyline. Remembering your cantankerous partner, you turned your head, studying the profile of the man to your left. His eyes were closed, and his breaths were slow and even. Was he asleep? Bastard.

You reached into the backseat for your backpack, sitting up and letting the momentum of the movement carry the bag lightly into the side of Javi’s head. Oops. He jolted awake, blinking slowly at his surroundings before locking eyes with you.

“Did you just hit me with your backpack?”

“It was an accident, sorry ‘bout that,”. You stifled a smirk, unzipping your bag and rifling around until your hand latched onto your target. Bingo. Your parents had sent you a care package yesterday, filled to the brim with Oreos. Double stuff, too.

Javi, unimpressed with your weak apology, huffed and turned forward.

“Stop being grumpy, it’s lame,” you admonished, drawing the unopened package of Oreos from your bag.

“I’m not being grumpy,” he replied, not even bothering to turn his head.

“Like hell you’re not grumpy, you’ve barely said a word the whole night,”. You ripped the seal off the Oreos, grabbing a cookie and unscrewing the dark biscuit from the cream.

“I’m telling you, I’m not—are those Oreos?”

You grinned.

“Yeees?” You extended the word teasingly, shaking the package for emphasis.

He reached for the container in your hand. You predicted his movement easily and swiped it away.

“Not so fast, Oreos are for happy people,”.

If looks could kill, you’d be dead in the passenger seat of Javi’s beat-up car.

“Just give me a fuckin’ Oreo, babe,”. His tone was flat and serious. If there was one thing you excelled at, it was pushing Javi’s buttons.

“Uh-uh,” you tutted, “what’s the magic word?”

Javi rolled his eyes.

“Really?”

You nodded, obviously amused.

“Please?” Javi searched your expression, the knots of ill humor in his own slowly melting away.

“Now, was that so hard?” You smiled, handing him the package.

Javi shook his head, smiling to himself.

“You’re really somethin’ else, you know that, right?”

“You know you wouldn’t want it any other way,”.

#javi pena x reader #narcos #pedro pascal #javier pena x reader #javi pena #javier pena #javi pena x you

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jess-rewatches-prodigalson · 3 years

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Head Case (S2, E6)

My time-stamped thoughts for this episode. As always I reference Malcolm’s mental health. A lot. So if that’s going to be a trigger for you, don’t keep reading.

SPOILERS AHEAD:

0:03 - This clip of Malcolm in the car is from the pilot episode. I was so betrayed by this clip. Full disclosure - I’ve always had a thing for Malcolm’s jacket from the pilot episode. I just love it and I think Tom Payne looks cute in it. BUT - I was betrayed because Malcolm isn’t wearing my favourite jacket in the next scene (I was disappointed but not surprised). Rant about wardrobe over.

0:20 - This is weird to me. In the clip right before this, when Malcolm was coming to Claremont (wearing the awesome jacket) - Malcolm is clearly in emotional distress. He’s not in a good mood. BUT right here, when Malcolm is chatting with Mr. David he seems like he’s in a good mood. Not one of his manic good moods - just a regular good one.

0:32 - Anyone else notice how visibly uncomfortable Jessica AND Malcolm are? This whole Ainsley situation is literally going to destroy them both. :(

0:34 - sooooo Mr. David knows by now right? He has to? ALSO when the European FBI guy shows up in a few episodes this is going to be bad for Malcolm and Jessica right? The FBI guy will probs talk to Mr. David who will be like - oh yeah, they’ve had more ‘family meetings’ in the past 6 months than in the past 20 years.

1:22 - Sooooo this whole family honestly thinks Ainsley’s going to become a serial killer. From the tidbits of her childhood that we’ve seen, the way she treated Malcolm in Q&A, and generally how she acts when she wants to get a story - I’m not surprised. Read my thoughts on older episodes (1x7, 1x20, 2x5), I’ve always thought Ainsley was a sociopath or psychopath. The girl doesn’t show a lot of moral backbone or sympathy for anyone.

1:33 - Wait. Does this montage of Malcolm’s erratic behaviour mean that Malcolm killed someone as a kid? And doesn’t know it? Or is this just a reference to the whole ‘girl in the box’ trauma arc from last season?

1:44 - “I wish I didn’t know that you were a killer.” Anyone else get major flashbacks to the movie Santa Clause 3: The Escape Clause? “I wish I had never become Santa at all” then we get an AU for 40 mins? Just me? Cool - excuse my bad taste in Christmas movies.

1:50 - hahaha Martin is so bitter.

2:25 - You know, as much as I love to hate Martin - he has a point. Malcolm loved his Dad (still does whether he wants to admit it or not) in 98′ - why is Malcolm chill with Ainsley killing but not Martin? Is it because with Martin, he found a poor girl tortured in a box but with Ainsley he saw her kill a man that was threatening their family? Or was it because Martin tried to kill Malcolm but Ainsley hasn’t (yet?) **honestly - that would be such an interesting episode - if Ainsley tries to kill Malcolm**

2:33 - THANK YOU. Someone finally thanks Malcolm for trying to protect Ainsley (and in extension Jessica) from the emotional trauma he’s been dealing with since the age of 10. EVEN THOUGH PROTECTING THEM IS MAKING HIS MENTAL STATE WORSE. Seriously - Malcolm is going to snap soon I honestly won’t be surprised if we get some suicidal ideation from him this season (especially if things don’t improve). Look at those big sad puppy dog eyes when Jess thanks him.

2:38 - hahahaha that side-eyed glare directed at Martin.

2:53 - I know Jessica had good intentions here - she’s trying to protect both of her children but honestly, this whole interaction was probably super upsetting for Malcolm. Think about it - BOTH of his parents haven’t tried to have a serious discussion with him at the same time since he was at 10 years old or younger. This interaction is probably bringing up some memories for Malcolm and making him grieve for the childhood he lost all over again.

3:06 - “You’re gross.” followed by a very regal wave at Mr. David. YES. Queen Jessica. <3

3:25 - Malcolm startling JT is pretty freaking cute. Look at how JT’s expression immediately changes from startled to concerned. I don’t blame him. Malcolm gives off major manic energy in this scene. The visit with the parents did not leave him in a good place. Also - Malcolm straight up admitted that he’s had a ‘rough morning’ this boy almost never tells the truth when he’s struggling. He’s fine. He’s always fine.

3:30 - “Rough month.” IS THIS IT? IS THIS ALL I’M GOING TO GET? JT had a baby THREE EPISODES AGO. ‘rough month’ is a reference to the fact that he’s a new dad and he’s struggling with lack of sleep, leaving Tally alone with the baby while he’s a work, being a good husband, adjusting to dad life, ect. RIGHT?!? We’ve literally had no mention of the baby since 2x3 and I’m losing my mind. I just want someone to say, “Hey JT, how’s the baby?” that’s it. I want 5 seconds of dialogue. Just an acknowledgment that the child exists.

3:54 - “Sooo bring me up to speed.” OMG. That smile is both extremely manic and completely adorable. Seriously - why is no one on the team more concerned about Malcolm during this episode? AND WHERE THE EFF IS EDRISA IN THIS SCENE?!? We’ve been robbed.

4:21 - “What? I liked math class.” OMG. JT is a closet math nerd. You can’t take this headcanon away from me.

4:24 - hahahaha look at Malcolm absorbing the new information about JT. He’s like.....yes. I will keep that information for later. Very good. Will pry further.

5:04 - I love Dani. She’s perfect. She can see that Malcolm just checked out into his own horror of a memory. So she gently teases him to bring him back to reality. <3 This is true friendship. <3

6:00 - Was I the only one who thought it was weird that Gil asked Malcolm to help with the canvasing? Like - doesn’t Malcolm always help? Isn’t that part of what he does to build his profile?

6:12 - “KGB agent” Yes. Malcolm is still annoyed that Ainsley was so competitive about a literal murder last episode. I promise you. Ainsley’s probably still annoyed too.

6:26 - This is why Malcolm is considering telling Ainsley the truth. He’s already losing her. May as well rip off the band-aid. She might not react as badly finding out from him as she would finding out by herself.

6:51 - “That is my vagina.” hahahahaha OMG. As a woman I must say: HOW?!?! As someone who adores JT: hahahahahahahaha OMG.

7:23 - “You’re getting a lot of mileage out of that tidbit”. lol. JT gently teasing Malcolm is one of my favourite things. Hands down. Especially since they’ve reached a point in their friendship where Malcolm doesn’t seem scared or offended when JT makes fun of him. They’re acting like brothers and I LOVE IT. <3

7:25 - ��That’s the tip of the iceberg my man.” I have no idea why I am so amused by someone calling Malcolm “my man” but I am.

7:36 - “The Bowery Ripper” hahaha the look that JT and Dani exchange when Malcolm starts nerding out.

8:00 - Wendell is kind of creepy. But like a weird, non-threatening creepy?

8:22 - OMG. JT let the vagina sculpture go. hahaha Look at how grossed out Dani is hahahaha she’s like, “Ugh. Men are gross.”

8:30 - This is why I love JT. He knows that that elevator is sketchy as hell. Plus it’s some (less than subtle) foreshadowing for what’s to come in this episode.

8:41 - How did Dani find out he was at Claremont?! Does Mr. David call Gil every time Malcolm visits?!? ......this is my new headcanon. You will have to pry it from my cold dead hands.

9:00 - This is a really cute moment between Dani and Malcolm. Regardless of whether or not you ship Brightwell - it’s really sweet to see Malcolm interacting so honestly with someone. He’s telling Dani the truth about something and she’s not making him feel bad about how messed up his family is or how weird his situation is. She just listens and teases him to make him smile. That is a good friend. IDC how you feel about Brightwell - right now - this is a GOOD FRIEND moment and Malcolm deserves more of them.

9:10 - Annnnnnndddd this is why Brightwell shouldn’t happen (right now). Dani is still hurt that Malcolm doesn’t trust her enough to tell her everything. She still doesn’t completely trust him after what happened last season. A romantic relationship without 100% trust will fail. End of story. They’re great friends but right now they can’t be in a romantic relationship. It’ll end poorly. (Damn, I hope Brightwell is endgame though).

9:38 - hahaha Greta Swan is a perfect comedic relief for the Dani/Malcolm tension we just witnessed. This girl is a little nuts and a lot funny.

10:00 - “Dad’s lived here his whole life” - wow. The writers really left us some big bread crumbs. We go from the scene where someone mentions a serial killer who killed someone (who was abducted from this hotel) in 1963. THEN we find a strange, gossipy woman and her grumpy father who has lived there his whole life. Coincidence? Nah.

10:17 - SERIOUSLY?!? The Whitly home is ENORMOUS. WHY IS JESSICA LETTING AINSLEY WORK IN THE MURDER BASEMENT?!?!?! We literally just found out that Jessica has a SOLARIUM somewhere in this house.

10:40 - “The guy definitely seems like he kills people.” Oh the irony here.

10:55 - “Are you upset with me?” This is soft and I love it. Malcolm is being vulnerable with his little sister and it warms my heart.

11:07 - “Insomnia sucks.” “Who knew?” Again. Irony.

11:18 - “Anything you want to talk about?” This is precious. Malcolm loves Ainsley SO FREAKING MUCH. He has major Dad/Big brother/concerned school counsellor energy here and I’m here for it.

11:38 - Malcolm’s soooo going to replay this conversation in his head about a million times. He’s going to blame himself for Ainsley’s murder victim of this episode. He’s going to play the “what-if” game. What if - he told her the truth here? Would she still have killed someone tonight?

11:52 - Look at Ainsley’s face here. She seems sort of confused and comforted? Like maybe the fractions of memories that she’s admitting to having are making her believe that she killed Endicott and it scares her. Malcolm telling her otherwise is probably comforting on some level. It’s helping her convince herself that she’s done nothing wrong.

12:25 - According to IMDB - this isn’t the episode LDP directed SO WHY IS THERE SO LITTLE GIL CONTENT IN THIS EPISODE?!?!?!

12:27 - What the hell is the puddle on the floor btw? Is it paint? Tar? Blood? I thought construction hadn’t started on the hotel yet?

14:14 - Malcolm. You. Are. A. Moron. Why go towards the creepy elevator that opened by itself? Why did you think that was a good idea?

14:29 - The Bowery Ripper is pretty strong for an old guy. I mean, Malcolm isn’t that big and he was caught off guard but still.

14:38 - I wanted this scene to be reality SO SO BADLY. I don’t even care about the Brightwell interaction in this scene. Malcolm is on a hospital bed. With an ice pack. I could’ve watched 45 minutes of “Malcolm in the hospital” content. The fact that this boy didn’t spend longer than a 30 second scene in the hospital is a CRIME. Why does Fedak hate giving us the whump aftercare?!? WHY?!?! Doesn’t he know like half the fandom LIVES FOR IT?!?

14:40 - You know how I knew this was the start of Malcolm’s AU dream? 2 reasons: 1) Dani has her hand on the ice pack on Malcolm’s head, even though he totally doesn’t need her help to hold the ice pack to his head. 2) GIL ISN”T HERE. .....although this episode did us dirty with the lack of Gil content (I miss Papa!Gil so much)

14:46 - There’s something about dream JT. I can’t quite put my finger on it. Real and dream JT are almost identical. But dream JT seems to be more open with Malcolm? IDK - he’s more relaxed around Malcolm? I can’t quite describe it. Did anyone else notice that there was just something a little bit different about dream JT? Not even in a bad way. Just different.

15:15 - “Noooo she said it could’ve been worse. Not the same.” hahaha YES DANI. Good looking out. Call out this boy for neglecting his health.

15:24 - This whole scene where Dani and Malcolm do a joint interrogation was awesome. They were talking pretty fast which I found a little distracting but JT said it best, “They were on FIRE”. One thing I REALLY liked about the scene was the dynamic between Dani and Malcolm. Neither one of them was really taking a lead in the interrogation. They were equal partners and I think that says a lot about Malcolm’s romantic desires. He doesn’t want to dominate anyone. He doesn’t want to be taken advantage of. He just wants someone he can trust and respect. Someone who will trust and respect him. He wants a partner. An equal partner. I think that’s a really healthy desire for anyone in search of a relationship.

16:12 - an affair? Did we know that Lyle and/or Katrina were married?!? If they weren’t married it would just be a relationship. Not an affair.

17:01 - Is this honestly the first time Dani has called Malcolm by his first name? In 26 episodes? It must be right? Because I swear I was so shocked my heart skipped a beat (also my Brightwell heart melted but that’s a whole different thing).

17:06 - .....so in Malcolm’s dream does he still work for Major Crimes? Is JT running the department? I need some more details here.

17:12 - Soft!JT <3 <3 <3 How cute is it that in Malcolm’s AU dream, JT (and Dani) don’t actually change (in terms of personality). Their roles in his life just intensify. Dani becomes his significant other and JT becomes a much closer friend/brother. It’s precious. <3 <3 <3

17:52 - Something about the fact that Jessica isn’t drinking liquor in the AU is hilarious and depressing to me. It’s funny because, well, it just tickles me. It’s depressing because Malcolm understands that Jessica drinks to dull the pain. In this AU, she isn’t in pain. She’s happy. Therefore, she doesn’t need alcohol. I don’t know about you but the fact that Malcolm’s subconscious wanted his mom to be happy so badly that she became (more or less) sober - is heartbreaking and heartwarming all at the same time.

18:11 - “No one in this family is scared of a little blood right?” The irony here is THICK.

19:23 - The fact that Ainsley is a doctor just like Martin in Malcolm’s AU is terrifying and hilarious. This whole “I watched Ainsley kill a man” thing is really destabilizing Malcolm’s questionable mental health.

19:27 - “Please Ainsley is the talented one. I’m a distance second.” ....does this mean that Endicott isn’t the first person Ainsley has killed? Does this mean subconsciously Malcolm somehow thinks that Ainsley is a better serial killer than Martin?

19:56 - “No phones at dinner okay?” Something about the way Martin is looking at Malcolm at this moment and Martin’s tone of voice made me think - “Shit. Martin’s still a serial killer in Malcolm’s AU.” Especially since they Ainsley literally just announced to the room that he’s getting a from Claremont.

20:06 - Yep. That’s a nightmare. From the back, Claremont!Gil probably looked like Martin circa mid-2010s for Malcolm.

20:09 - Look idc who you ship on this show. But I will fight you if you don’t think that Malcolm being comforted after a nightmare by someone he loves is the sweetest thing ever. Look at how Dani gently rubs his arm and back. Ugh. This is the kind of safety Malcolm DESERVES.

20:43 - Dani lying on Malcolm’s chest. <3 It just makes me so happy. Not even necessarily because it’s Dani (although I do ship Brightwell as end game) but because Malcolm’s subconscious is showing us his ideal relationship and we don’t see anything wild or questionable - we just see G-rated cuddling. And damn if that doesn’t say a lot about how much Malcolm just wants to be loved.

20:53 - .......Can we have a full episode’s worth of footage where Malcolm is unconscious on the floor? I know I’m a basket case but it would make my whump heart so happy.....even happier if that footage was immediately followed by 40 mins of hospital care/comfort footage.

20:59 - I know that time has sort of slowed down for the purpose of plot in this episode but ngl - every time we saw the elevator approaching passed out Malcolm all I could think was “this is the slowest elevator in the world.”

21:26 - Malcolm is so so relaxed and comfortable in this scene. I want him to be this happy forever.

22:07 - “You deserve all of it.” Malcolm subconsciously just wants permission to be happy. He doesn’t think he deserves to be happy (especially after Endicott). That little revelation broke my heart. Also the Brightwell kiss was adorable. Dani takes control because, Malcolm wants to feel wanted and this is how his subconscious is manifesting that desire. I will argue that Malcolm doesn’t necessarily want a relationship where his partner takes charge or dominates him. He made coffee of both of them. They’re living in his apartment. They’re having calm, mature, adult conversations. They are both equal partners in his dream relationship.

22:45 - Dani isn’t scared of Malcolm when his hand starts shaking. She isn’t judging him. She’s just concerned. <3

22:47 - “Existential ennui”? Soooo much french in this episode. Damn. “Jamais vu”, “Quelle suprise”. Now “ennui”.

23:35 - “I don’t fit your profile.” ....am I expected to believe that Malcolm didn’t realize this was a dream until this moment? Dani calling him “Malcolm Whitly” in the last scene wasn’t a red flag? Or the fact that Ainsley is a doctor. Or that Martin isn’t in Claremont? Or that Jessica isn’t drinking booze by the bucket? I mean, I know he has a head injury but these are big red flags.

24:15 - Sooooo is Wendell dead irl? Because this is technically a dream.

25:02 - “I thought we were looking for an inexperienced psychopath. A first time killer.”......this is him projecting about Ainsley right? Am I overthinking this? And now he says, “I was wrong”. Is that supposed to suggest that Malcolm thinks Ainsley has killed someone before Endicott?

25:07 - “The blows are confident. They were having fun.”.....couldn’t the same be said about how Ainsley stabbed Endicott? They were definitely confident stabs (plus a confident throat slitting).

25:14 - “We’re looking for a serial killer.” Istg the writers are hinting that Ainsley is a serial killer (or will become one soon).

25:27 - Mr. David appears in the AU but Edrisa doesn’t. We were ROBBED.

26:07 - I’m not the only one who thinks that beard makes Gil look like a werewolf right?

26:33 - Claremont!Gil is creepy. LDP’s performance here is really really good. Also - I hate it. Because serial killer Gil is just not my Gil and it upsets me to see Gil chained to a wall.

26:56 - Sooooo in the AU “The Surgeon” is still at large right? ....you’d think Malcolm would be trying to solve that case with Dani and JT. You know, an active prolific serial killer in New York?

27:34 - The way that Martin, Gil, and Malcolm interact in this scene is really interesting to me. In a lot of ways, this isn’t an AU. Think about it.

In the dream: Gil is frantically trying to convince Malcolm that Martin is a serial killer. In a way, Gil is trying to protect Malcolm from Martin.

In reality: Gil just shoots Malcolm disapproving looks when he mentions seeing Martin. Gil desperately tries to protect Malcolm from Martin.

In the dream: Martin is trying to convince Malcolm that Gil is a monster. He’s trying to convince Malcolm that he’s a Good father. That he would never hurt Malcolm. That he loves Malcolm.

In reality - Martin is the same.

The only main difference between AU!Martin, AU!Gil, and their real counterparts is their temperaments. AU!Martin has Gil’s calm, comforting, and rational temperament while AU!Gil has Martin’s angry, manic, and controlling temperament.

What is the same between the AU characters and their real counterparts?

Martin is still a manipulative killer.

Gil still shoots Malcolm looks of concern (27:45).

Gil and Martin still hate each other.

28:30 - Even dream Martin tries to gaslight Malcolm.

28:56 - “You can always count on Dad.” ....is this how Malcolm really feels about Martin subconsciously? It kind of makes sense? Who did Malcolm turn to when Ainsley did the unthinkable? Not Gil or Jessica. Malcolm said it in 1x12 - (I’m paraphrasing) “The child in me thought he cared. Loved me even.” I think there’s still a part of Malcolm that believes that. Or at least a part of Malcolm that desperately wants to believe that.

29:17 - “I’ve never been to a crime scene before.” That’s because you create the crime scene, Martin. In all versions of reality.

29:20 - annnnnnd AU Martin shares regular Martin’s weird fascination with Dani.

31:00 - JT being buddy-buddy with Martin is hands down the most horrifying part of the AU.

31:10 - “I think he’s having a psychotic break.” ......I want this to be foreshadowing so so so badly. I think it would be so interesting to see how the team, Jessica, Ainsley, and even Martin deal with Malcolm just having a total breakdown. Maybe not a full psychotic break. Maybe a nervous breakdown? Or he succumbs to his suicidal ideation? Probably a little too dark for network TV though.

31:34 - “I’m very protective of her and her boots.” Does Malcolm see himself as the Bowery Ripper, trying to protect Ainsley as opposed to his daughter? Or is the Bowery Ripper supposed to be a metaphor for Martin protecting Ainsley? Is Malcolm going to take the fall for Ainsley and all her murders?!?

32:45 - “Why did you kill again? After all these years.” istg this is hinting that Ainsley killed someone as a kid and Martin knows about it.

33:00 - “I can’t let my daughter know what I was.” .....is the Bowery Ripper supposed to be Ainsley? Is Ainsley killing people to try and protect Malcolm? Ugh. I’m totally overthinking this.

33:02 - Even in his dream, Malcolm can’t bring himself to kill his father. Wether that is by cutting off contact with Martin irl or letting the Bowery Ripper kill him in the AU.

33:07 - Actually though - why doesn’t Malcolm carry a gun IRL? We know he’s trained to use one. We saw him use one in the pilot on a case for the FBI. Is there some sort of NYPD rule about consultants carrying weapons? Is it a rule that Gil has imposed on Malcolm? Is it a rule that Malcolm has imposed on himself? A mixture? I want to know.

33:38 - OMG. Is Malcolm going to try and kill Ainsley?!?! What a twist that would be. AU Malcolm just killed a killer. He doesn’t seem to feel bad about it and he agrees with Martin that “everything is okay now”.

33:55 - This hug deeply moved me. Malcolm is fully aware that this hug isn’t real but he looks so content to be hugged by his father. Malcolm is finally getting a proper hug. <3 It honestly makes me wonder what Malcolm would do IRL for his father’s approval though. He’s clearly sooo desperate for Martin to love him. Who knows what Martin will be able to convince Malcolm to do in this season? Malcolm’s not all that mentally stable right now and he’s really vulnerable emotionally. I’m worried.

34:26 - “Not that it’s a competition.” ....yep. Ainsley wants to be better than Malcolm even in Malcolm’s own subconscious.

35:00 - Heart. Breaking. Watching Ainsley, Martin, and Jessica tell Malcolm how good they think Dani is for him breaks my heart. Look at how happy Malcolm looks. Look at how desperately Malcolm wants this to be real. Ugh. My heart is shattered.

35:20 - “You’re the best, big brother.” Even Malcolm’s subconsious knows that he’s an excellent big brother. Seriously, I love my younger brother but I don’t think I could ever cover up a murder for him. Never mind dispose of the body. Maybe I would? IDK the situation has never come up (thankfully).

35:25 - .....aaannnnnndd we’re back to the Girl in the Box.

35:58 - “Why would you ever want to leave?” “Because it’s all a lie.” Isn’t Malcolm living a lie IRL too? He’s pretending that Ainsley is a law-abiding citizen. He’s pretending that he isn’t an accomplice in a murder. He’s living in constant fear because of his secrets. They’re going to destroy him. This is why I think a suicide attempt is a possibility for this season. This trauma is a lot bigger (in some ways) than last season’s. Plus - Malcolm has a lot of pre-existing trauma. This could be the metaphoric straw that breaks the camel’s back.

36:45 - “Even in my wildest dream. I’m still a detective. I need to seek the truth. No matter how painful.” That’s it. That’s Malcolm’s character in a nutshell. “Traumatized boy who intentionally puts himself through more trauma for the sake of seeking the truth.”

37:01 - “You’re right. I need to work on that.”.......if Malcolm tells Gil and/or the team about Ainsley next episode I will lose my mind.

37:15 - TOM PAYNE. YOU ABSOLUTE TREASURE. THIS IS SUCH A GREAT PERFORMANCE. THOSE UNSHED TEARS. THAT DESPERATE ANGER. THAT HOPELESSNESS AND DESPAIR. <3 <3 <3 <3

38:21 - Look, I’m a mechanical engineering student (not an expert) but if that was a wooden stick like I think it is - that would’ve NEVER stopped an elevator (at least, not long enough for Malcolm to escape). But I’ll overlook it for whump. Because Malcolm has a head wound and I’m loving it.

38:33 - I’ve rewatched this clip of Malcolm with a bloody face meeting JT and Dani about 50 times (wish I was exaggerating that number). There is something so gorgeous about this scene. I mean - the fact that Malcolm is clearly in physical and emotional pain is enough to make my whump heart sing but it’s more than that. Listen to the genuine concern in JT’s voice when he says, “You okay?”. Look at Dani’s concerned face. Listen to how soft and desperate Malcolm’s voice is when he says, “When was the last time I talked to you?” Look at how concerned and confused JT and Dani are when Malcolm says, “I know who the killer is.” They’re not scared of Malcolm. They’re scared for Malcolm. Malcolm just showed up covered in blood, he can’t walk straight, he’s clearly confused, and now he’s claiming that he’s solved the case. They’re worried about him and they have every right to be. Listen to how broken Malcolm sounds when he says, “Long story.” <3 <3 <3 I’m in love with this scene.

39:19 - “Are you sure about this?” “I have no idea.” This. Is. Important. JT and Dani have every reason to believe that this old man isn’t a killer but Malcolm’s head injury is making him confused. BUT they choose to trust Malcolm (or at the very least, humour him). They trust him enough to take a risk on him and I think that’s beautiful. I think that’s exactly what Malcolm needed after his nightmare of an AU dream. He needed to know that they care about him IRL. I hope he notices their behaviour despite the head injury.

39:35 - Malcolm puts the skull down with his ungloved hand. I’m blaming the head injury.

39:55 - Look this was a really moving scene. The parallel of Malcolm arresting a serial killer in front of the serial killer’s child and Martin being arrested in front of Malcolm is haunting. HOWEVER, when that old man stood up from the wheelchair my stupid brain went “THAT ASSHOLE NEVER EVEN NEEDED THE WHEELCHAIR?!?”.....even though he literally wasn’t in a wheelchair in Malcolm’s dream.

40:40 - WE WERE ROBBED. I want to see the scene where Malcolm explains his dream to the team. I want to see GIL. WHERE THE EFF IS GIL IN THIS EPISODE?!?! FURTHERMORE - I WANT THE IRL VERSION OF “MALCOLM GOES TO THE HOSPITAL FOR A HEAD INJURY” SCENE. WTF FEDAK. GIVE ME THE AFTERCARE.

40:47 - “That man will be buried in a turtleneck.” hahahahahaha OMG. Iconic.

41:27 - “Goodnight Malcolm.” <3 <3 <3 She called him Malcolm IRL. Excuse me while I go and stoke my slow burn Brightwell fire.

41:36 - “Goodnight.” This is the face of a man who just accepted the fact that he will never be happy. Malcolm honestly doesn’t think he deserves to be in a relationship. Especially with someone as beautiful, kind, and talented as Dani.

41:40 - THAT HAT. Was this really in Season 1?!?! I don’t remember it? But holy hell - I want to see Malcolm wear it. Like now. It’s going to make me laugh. I can feel it.

41:53 - Immediately you can hear that something is wrong in Ainsley’s voice. She sounds distracted, dissociated, and scared.

42:14 - Give. Tom. Payne. An. Emmy. Listen to his voice breaking here. He’s so close to tears and it’s genuinely beautiful. Such an astounding performance.

42:51 - I honestly think Ainsley is shaking her head because she realizes that she made a mistake. She came to Malcolm because she thought he killed Endicott. She thought that he’d be able to understand. That he’d be able to help her because he had committed the same crime she just committed. She was wrong. He can help her - but legally, he really shouldn’t.

43:08 - Look. A new scene for Malcolm’s night terrors.

43:15 - Yep. This is going to drive Malcolm into a mental breakdown. This is bad.

43:20 - There’s a part of me that wants Malcolm to tattle on Ainsley. Just so he doesn’t have to keep the secret any longer. The secret is killing him. Telling won’t make the situation any better though. Gil and the team will react horribly and it’ll make Malcolm feel like garbage. Plus I can only imagine how the press would scrutinize the Whitly’s again. It won’t be good any way you slice it.

I have a love/hate relationship with this episode. On one hand - it’s the cannon AU episode that every fanfiction lover dreams of. It’s also a really compelling episode complete with some excellent acting and great insight into Malcolm’s psyche. HOWEVER: 1) not enough Gil, 2) WHERE IS MY WHUMP AFTERCARE?, and 3) I wanted to see Malcolm at the base of that elevator for longer. The whump wasn’t prolonged enough for my sick soul.

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blueathens · 1 year

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Before You Go - Masterlist

Superhero!Reader x Superhero!Charles Leclerc Reader x Charles Leclerc AU! - Fantasy/Adventure

Features: Other Known People (Mason Mount, Ruben Dias, Daniel Ricciardo, Pierre Gasly, Lando Norris etc (used all fictionally)) and self created characters too

Everyone is aged differently, and age-differences have been changed - follow the character profiles to understand more.

(Part of my Charles Universe)

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synopsis ⇢ In an alternative universe where there are superheroes and supervillains, in world so different from ours. In this alternative universe Charles loves Y/n, the women who works been working in the same restaurant since she was sixteen, the very same women who cares and raises her younger brother, and the same women who hates the billionaire. Y/n’s heart however did belong to another, to a man who swung through the city every so often, saving their world with his grumpy companion, Ghost, and a few other heroes. Her heart belonged to Spider-Man.

When he’s not being a so called billionaire, and when she’s not being a waitress, they both become their secret identities, he Spider-Man, and her as Ghost.

(Charles loves Y/n, Y/n loves Spider-Man, but despite her love, she hides it when she’s Ghost as expresses that Ghost and Spider-Man were platonic companions, and she’s is only allowed to love Spider-Man when she’s herself)

Neither one knowing the other’s true identity - and maybe if they did, maybe things would be much easier for them - but in none of their universes do they ever experience an “easy” life.

This is for the ones who grew up thinking they would one day be a superhero like the ones in the comics. To the ones who grew up pretending to be superheroes, never realising they were now truly one. This is for those heroes who are fighting an invisible battle. I see you. And I’m proud - keep going! This is for our heroes.

main genres ⇢alternative universe, found family, mythical creatures au, mutual pinning, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, enemies to friends, platonic love, friends to lovers, childhood enemies to friends, soulmates, opposites attract, lovers in denial, superhero x superhero, fight to get back to you, secret relationship, complicated relationships, slow burn,

↳ fluff, angst and smut are all included into this series

warning ⇢ explicit content, graphic violence, gore, mature themes, strong language, death (including main characters, side character, minor characters), mental health and injuries, alcohol/drugs/smoking, references to my other “charles leclerc universes” from other series,

↳ please refrain if you are sensitive to any of these themes. Please also keep in mind that not all warnings may be listed above - all warnings though fit into the series.

note ⇢ updates will be once a week, the day of the week has not been decided yet or what time it will come out on those days. Those will sorted once planning is completed. I’m hoping this will get me out of my many months worth of writes block :)

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status ⇢ planning and writing

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iii. act two - arriving after act one-

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imagineaworlds · 3 years

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I Love You (Part Twenty) -- Aaron Hotchner

Written By: @desperately-bisexual

Request: None.

Warnings: SMUT!! Cursing. Dom/sub relationship. Sir kink. Name calling. Brat taming. Fingering. Oral (female receiving). Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, ladies, gents, and nonbinary sibs!). Impregnation kink. Cock warming.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Greenaway!Reader

Word Count: 7289

Timeline: Right after part nineteen.

When Hotch came back from Wisconsin, he scooped me up in his arms before I could say or do anything, and he spun me around until I started feeling sick. I asked him what he could possibly be so happy about, and he told me between lengthy kisses that Strauss gave him his job back because of how well he performed during the case they just got back from. My eyes went wide with joy, and I immediately kissed him back. He spun me around a few more times before deciding that he needed to lay me down before he would get too dizzy and accidentally drop me.

Jack was already in bed, and I was almost tempted to go wake him up just so that he could see his dad. But Hotch insisted that he just wanted to have some more time alone with me, so I obliged.

We sat on the couch as he explained everything to me. After he left the house, Hotch went to go talk Emily into going with him to Wisconsin since she also hadn’t officially left the unit yet, and he was hoping that it would convince her to stay. Emily gave in, and they flew to Wisconsin together and met up with the team at the Milwaukee Police Department station in the heart of the city. Strauss wasn’t at all happy with their sudden, uncalled for appearance, but she decided to let them stay and reprimand them later for their insubordination.

I kissed Hotch and pulled him over me as he said that. I wished that I could have been there to see the look on Strauss’s face when she realized that they were there and there was nothing she could do about it. Hotch told me that she was shocked but also pissed, and even the falsified image of what she looked like in my head was enough to make me smile ear to ear.

While I fiddled with his belt, Hotch told me that they found the Unsub after the next body was found just after him and Emily landed in Milwaukee. He told me that my profile was what helped them narrow down their search, and they found the guy through his son at the school and the connections he had to all of the mothers. When he got my shirt off, he told me that Strauss didn’t want to send the team into the Unsub’s house, even though they knew that he had another victim inside. Hotch stood his ground. “Just like you taught me to,” he whispered against my neck. And he told Strauss that he was going to send Emily into the house in order to get reasonable cause to send the rest of the team in and make the arrest.

Hotch kissed his way down to my breasts and continued to tell me how Strauss came up to compliment him after made the arrest and I moaned. It was a relief to know that she finally saw that he was actually good at his job and he was a necessary part of the team. He pinched my nipples, which were still sore from playing the other day, and he told me that she offered him his job back right on the spot. He took it, but on the condition that I would get to come back to the BAU. My fingers tangled in his hair and I brought his lips back to mine as I told him how much I love him.

He wasted no time thrusting into me the second my shorts were pulled to the side. We were going to go back to work. We were going to have our jobs back. Our lives were going to be normal again. I was so relieved. All of the worry that we had been drowning in since my initial suspension last week was finally being washed away with every passionate thrust he gave me. We were going to be okay. I didn’t have to be mad at him anymore, though we would still need to talk about him lying to me. But he did everything I could have asked of him, which was to prove that he was the best unit chief the Bureau had. Getting our jobs back just happened to be a nice addition to the reward of putting Strauss in her place.

I sighed as I reached the top of the steps with the laundry basket in hand. Hotch had been so busy with getting back to work over the past few days that he didn’t have time to keep up with the house like we had been getting used to over the past week or so. I was so proud of him, though, so I had no room to complain. He went back to work the day after his suspension was lifted, and he went to go talk to Strauss about reinstating me. She said that the committee’s investigation into my conduct had already started and was too far in to stop, but she insisted that it looked good for me, and that we could be expecting a call to have me reinstated within the next few days.

Hotch and I had talked about him going behind my back to ask for a transfer from Strauss. Though everything ended up working itself out for us, it didn’t erase the fact that he lied and betrayed my trust. I was honest with him about how I felt about him quitting on the BAU for me, and that the stressor was me sub dropping. I told him that his actions only hurt me compared to his intention, which was to protect me. I told him that I felt betrayed because we spent days telling each other that we would talk about it, but we never ended up getting to it. It was his promise that we would talk about it, and it was his promise that he broke.

It took a lot of apologizing and a lot of convincing me that he thought he was doing the right thing to finally get me to understand and calm down about it. I knew that I couldn’t be mad at him forever for something so small, but he also needed to learn that I wouldn’t just let him get away with lying to me like that. He told me that he would never lie to me again because that was how his marriage with Haley fell apart. He didn’t want us to end up like that. He learned from his mistake and it wasn’t going to happen again. I had to trust that he meant that.

Trust was everything, especially in the kind of relationship we had. It was absolutely imperative that I could trust Hotch in every aspect of our relationship. Romantically, sexually, and professionally. If I couldn’t trust him professionally, then there was a domino effect that would crash into our romance and sex. I needed to know every time we started a scene that he knew my limits and that I could trust him to never hurt me. There had to be complete trust, and he broke that for a bit when I was already vulnerable. So when I explained that to him, I could tell that it stung to hear, but he needed to know. Because how was I any different if I didn’t tell him the truth about how I felt?

Despite how hard it was to have that conversation with one another, it was a necessity. Once it was over and done with, though, Hotch understood entirely how I felt about it, and we were able to move past it. He went up to work on a case in his chair in our room, and I went to do the laundry. We needed a second to ourselves to just sit with what was said and how we were going to move forward. Both of us were mature people who loved each other wholly, and this wouldn’t come between us. We just needed to think. And that was okay.

So as I stepped into the bedroom with the clean laundry load that had just finished, I spotted that Hotch moved from his chair to the bed. He was leaning against the headboard, his legs stretched out in front of him, his ankles crossed over each other, a case file in his lap. He looked up to watch me as I walked into the room. I had changed out of my shorts because they needed to go into the next load in the washer, so I changed into one of Hotch’s blue flannel pajama pants. Like I said, it was my new obsession to wear his clothes around the house, and he still hadn’t opposed it.

I put the laundry basket down on the dresser so that I could sort through what needed to go in which drawers and what needed to go into the closet. When I looked up, I could see Hotch watching me through the mirror; but every time I would catch him, he would look back down at his report like he wasn’t doing anything. I smirked to myself as I folded a pair of his socks together and put them in his drawer. I loved him, even when we were supposed to be mad at each other.

I looked back up again and caught Hotch biting his bottom lip while staring at my ass. I rolled my eyes and bent down a little dramatically in order to put a pair of my socks away. Hotch shifted on the bed, bringing the file up on his lap to cover his tightening pants. When I stood back up, I continued doing the rest of the laundry without looking at him or making another move like that.

“Thank you, by the way” Hotch smiled at me through the mirror. I turned around with confusion written all over my face. What on Earth did he have to thank me for? I had been so… useless and grumpy since being put on suspension. I didn’t deserve any praise of any kind. “You’ve been so patient and understanding throughout all of this, even when you really didn’t have to be. You stepped up to make the best of the situation, and there aren’t enough words to express how much that has helped me.”

“Aaron… I…”

What was I supposed to say to that? I didn’t even realize that was how I had been or how Hotch felt about it. I was just being me. “Stepping up” didn’t even feel like the right way to praise me. There were about three to four days where all I did was mope around, and then when I found out that he lied to me, I practically threw a tantrum. I had been the worst throughout all of this, not the best. But he seemed so adamant on complementing behaviors I didn’t even realize I had.

He crawled to the end of the bed and sat down on the edge of the mattress. “Come here,” he said, patting his lap.

I dropped what I was doing at the dresser and warily approached him. He was being weird, right? Aaron Hotchner just got his job back, and he was being… calm about it— heck, he wasn’t even racing to get back to the office yet. He was just sitting there, watching me and talking to me. There were a million and one reasons to be worried, then. Not only did Hotch know about my behaviors, but I knew about his, and this wasn’t at all what I expected from him.

I slid onto his lap, my legs bracketing his thighs, my arms snaking around his neck while he held my waist tightly to make sure I wouldn’t fall off. Hotch pressed into me as he kissed my lips deeply and passionately, both of us sucking in a deep breath through our noses while still connected. While he slid his tongue into my mouth to claim dominance, my fingers started running through his dark hair, tugging gently every so often whenever I felt myself need him more.

Before I knew it, though, Hotch brought a gentle hand up to my neck and pushed me away from our kiss. I tried to catch my breath the best I could while staring down at him. The two of us were worse than a pair of rabbits, there was no denying it, but I didn’t expect this from our morning. I thought that, if anything, he would have taken me out of the house to get breakfast to celebrate or something. But I guess that I shouldn’t have been too surprised, either, considering how frequently we needed to feel each other. If there was ever a fleeting thought of possibly fucking one another, there was a great chance that it would happen shortly after. Hotch probably saw me standing at the dresser, had one of those fleeting thoughts, and decided that he was going to have me. I wasn’t about to stop him.

“You’ve been so good, baby girl,” he leaned back in and kissed the clear space on my neck above where his thumb was gently pressing into my skin. My eyes fluttered shut at the feeling. “I want to give you a reward. Anything of your choosing.” He kissed the other side of my neck. “Let me thank you.”

I nodded eagerly against his touch, and then the next thing I knew, he was standing up, carrying me in his arms. He spun around, still kissing my neck and jawline, then he carefully started laying me back down on the bed. My head hit the comforter carefully and I smiled up at him. A realization hit me like a train: I loved him and trusted him. He only wanted what was best for me. He thought that getting a transfer so that I could get my job back was good for me. I couldn’t blame him for that. It was like making a call in the field. He did what he thought was right, and he learned from the mistake he made. If I trusted his calls in the field, I could trust him now.

He ran his cold hands under my shirt to keep them warm as he asked me, “What first?”

“Your shirt,” I didn’t hesitate.

I wanted to see him so bad— all of him. Usually, Hotch spent the majority of his time focusing on getting my pants off, and that was about it. That was unless he was tying me up. But Hotch was normally an eager person, so when it came down to clothes, he would work around them to get what he really wanted. Then this reward came along and I knew that I wanted to see all of him so that when he was inevitably going to be hovering over me, his eyes glued to mine, his hips bucking against mine until we were both a moaning mess, I wanted to see him flexing as he got close or as he focused on pleasing me.

Hotch leaned up, sliding his hands out from under my shirt, and he slowly started pulling his navy blue nightshirt over his head. I gulped at the sight of him. He wasn’t Superman ripped, but did that matter? Hotch worked out almost every day to make sure that he was fit for the field, and that he could “keep up with the youngins”. He wasn’t even that fucking old and he acted like he was already at the age in need of a walker. So because he had it in his mind that he needed to work harder in order to keep up with the rest of the team, and more so with me and Jack outside of work, Hotch made sure he was fit as he could be… and… Wow. I always took notice of it, but there was something about staring at him when I knew what was about to come.

I reached out and ran a hand over his chest, feeling how hard he tensed under my touch. He was always so much more sensitive than I was. Even the lightest of innocent touches could set me on fire, but Hotch… if his eyes even lingered for long enough, he was a goner. Touching him without having my hand torn away and pinned over my head was a complete miracle.

“What now?” He shivered and hovered back over me so that he could stare right into my eyes.

His hands slid back under my shirt, and this time it was my turn to shiver. I leaned up slightly and kissed him as hard as I could while fidgeting with his pants. Usually, it was at this point that Hotch would move away from me to make sure that I wasn’t getting too eager, but this was my reward, and he wanted whatever I wanted. If I wanted to get into his pants as fast as possible, no foreplay, then he was going to let me. That made me want him more, in the strangest way.

“My shirt,” I begged through our kiss, “and my pants. Please.”

He took my plea as more of an order. The hands that had been hiding under my shirt worked their way up, scrunching the bottom half of the fabric up at his wrists. I suddenly moaned into his mouth when he cupped my breasts and started massaging them lightly. It wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when I wanted him to strip me of my clothes, but, fuck, I wasn’t going to stop or correct him.

When I managed to untie the hem of his pajama pants, I started pushing them down his body, yearning for what was waiting underneath. Hotch hissed slightly as his erection sprang free, and I could briefly feel him grinding up against my thigh for more. This wasn’t at all his speed, and it was obvious. Hotch had two settings: so fast and hard that I wouldn’t be able to walk right for a few days, or so torturously slow that I made a mess of the bed and I was nothing but a broken record of pleas and moans for hours. If it were up to him that morning, I probably would have been cuffed to the headboard, gagged, and blindfolded as he had his way with me for hours. While that thought was definitely appealing, and that would have to be an afternoon event, I just wanted him to shower me with the love he so clearly wanted to give me.

Hotch pulled my shirt off the rest off the way, and as my hands went directly back between us to palm his erection, he moved away ever so slightly. I groaned, bucking my hips around, but he pushed me onto the bed with more force than I was expecting, making me yelp slightly. I bit my lip as I relaxed in order to watch him pull my pants off slowly.

“You have to stop wearing my clothes,” he whispered before kissing my exposed thighs once the pants were to my knees.

“Why?” I moaned, grabbing onto his hair.

“Because it drives me wild.”

“That’s not a bad—” I gasped as his fingers ghosted over my clit as a slight punishment for talking back, but I didn’t relent. I wanted to push my luck as far as I could. “That’s not a bad thing.”

Hotch hid a grin by kissing my calves after pushing my pants to my ankles. When my pants were entirely off, and they had been thrown to the far side of the room, Hotch inched his way back up so that his face was even with mine.

“What do you want, Y/N?” he asked quietly, tucking some of my hair behind my ear.

“You.”

“Be specific, baby girl, or it doesn’t count.”

His fingers were slowly running lines up and down my thighs and all I could think about was how they would feel inside me. They were so long, and so, so fucking thick… The veins on his arms and hands always made me feral, and thinking about him flexing his arm every time he pumped his fingers into me… I… Fuck.

“Your fingers,” I begged. “Please. I want your fingers.” I bucked my hips up, earning a rough smack on my thigh to push me back down. “Please,” I begged again, staying as still as I could.

Hotch smirked, “Try to stay still. Use your manners, moan however much you want and as loud as you want— I want to hear you screaming for me.” I gulped. “And ask for permission to cum. Do you understand?”

I nodded, “Yes, Sir.” It was going to be damn near impossible to not move without restraints, but I had to try my best. Besides, restraints weren’t a bad idea if it came down to it.

One of Hotch’s hands grabbed mine, and he intertwined our fingers, then gave me a gentle squeeze. I stared at his dark, lust filled eyes, and kept my focus right on him as his other hand inched up my thigh and towards my dripping pussy. I was already a fucking mess for him and he had hardly even touched me. No one else could compare in that way. No one else in my life ever made me that desperate, and no one else could do it without even touching me. Hotch was so special in a thousand different ways, but it was always a thought I had, especially when I would suddenly feel how wet I was for him.

“You’ve been so good,” he whispered, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing small, gentle circles. I threw my head against the bed. “And you’re already so wet for me… I bet if I just…” He slid two fingers into me with ease. He chuckled, “I figured.” He pushed into me all the way and immediately curled them to find my g-spot. I gasped, whipping my head back up, and instinctively grabbing his wrist. Just like I said, the veins were right against my touch as he flexed his arm to keep fucking me with his fingers, despite the fact that I had a grip on him. “I told you to stay still,” he let go of my hand so that he could pry off my hold on his wrist. “Give me the other one.”

I internally screamed, cursing myself for moving at all. However, I still did as I was told, giving my other hand to Hotch. He kept curling his fingers inside of me, just slower now, while he collected my wrists together, then pinned them over my head. Despite this all being about rewarding me, he knew that he still had to show some form of domination because that was what made us— and specifically our sex— special. Besides, he knew that I liked it, so, technically, he was still rewarding me.

“Tell me what you want, baby girl,” he insisted again.

“Make me cum, Sir, please.”

He grinned, knowing he had won some kind of game he put together in his head. He was rewarding me, but it was still a perk for him to hear me begging for what I wanted most. Still grinning like a mad man, though, Hotch ducked down and licked my clit slowly and gently.

“Sir,” I moaned quietly.

He licked again and started working his fingers in and out of me at a faster pace. My hands found the pillows above my head, and without mobility to grab onto anything else while Hotch pinned me down, I grabbed onto the fabric of the pillowcases as hard as I could. Hotch’s grasp around my wrists tightened as he fucked me harder with his long fingers and his mouth locked around my sensitive clit, turning me into the moaning mess he was hoping for.

“Just like that, Sir,” I encouraged. “Please.”

Hotch’s fingers curled up inside of me, hitting my g-spot again, earning a loud moan that echoed through the house. He wanted to hear me scream for him, and we were slowly getting to that point. If he didn’t let up soon, I was going to cum, and I was going to scream his name until I lost my voice. That was what he wanted, though, right? He wanted me to lose control and just be his again. He wanted to remind me that despite any bumps in the road, we could work through anything because he loved me more than anything. There was passion, there were kisses, there were a million ways to say “I love you” to each other, but nothing compared to hearing each other moan one another’s names. There was something about knowing that you gave them so much pleasure that all they could think about was your name gliding off their tongue again and again that made it worth the bumps in the road.

His tongue flicked over my clit, sending another shiver up my spine. I tugged at his grip on my wrists, but he didn’t let go. So, I decided to play the only card I had: my reward. “I want to touch you. Please…”

Hotch groaned against my pussy, making me clench around his fingers. He released my hands, and they immediately shot to his hair. My fingers tangled in the long strands of his black hair as I tried my hardest to keep him close. I craned my neck up to get a look at him, and he stared at me through his lashes, still smirking against my clit. Asshole…

“Don’t stop,” I begged, squeezing my thighs around his head as I began to feel the familiar knot tightening in my stomach. “Sir—” He spread his fingers inside me slightly, stretching me just like his cock would. “Aaron!” I screamed, pulling on his hair. He moaned against me and worked harder to make me scream his name again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Just when I caught on that he was spelling his name with his tongue on my clit, I felt how close I was and knew that I was going to cum soon. “Sir, may I cum, please?” He eyed me through his lashes and nodded slightly. I pulled at his hair again as I felt myself tipping over the edge. “Aaron!” He kept lapping his tongue at my clit as I came around his fingers, helping me ride out my high as I bucked around and held him close. My legs shook, my thighs releasing his head, my moans turning into breathless gasps.

When I calmed down, Hotch slowed his movements, waiting until the last second to slowly pull his fingers from my core. He brought his fingers up to my mouth, and I took a moment to notice the vein running down his arm and how his muscles constricted as he curled his fingers against my tongue. As I tasted myself on his fingers, Hotch licked my slit, up and down, over and over again, cleaning up the mess he made of me. My grip didn’t let up until he finally retreated from me entirely and I could catch my breath.

He pulled his fingers out of my mouth and replaced the touch with his lips pressing against mine with desperation. I tasted more of myself on his tongue, making both of us moan nearly simultaneously. He grabbed my hands again with his and held them against the mattress as he ground his hips against mine again, his erection pressing against my slit.

“Tell me what you want, baby girl,” he said again.

I squeezed his hands. “Fuck me.”

His lips were back on mine in an instant. I let out a breath through my nose since he got me so off guard, but then I started kissing him back with even more force. “Fuck me, what?” he asked when he parted from me suddenly.

“Fuck me, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

Without using his hands, he guided his length to my entrance and slowly slid into me. It wasn’t like the other day when he first rediscovered the box, or the days after that where he wanted to try everything else in there. During those days of exploration, Hotch had fucked me rough and fast to make sure I was a mindless, moaning mess. But this time, he went slow to make sure I felt every inch as he whispered in my ear that he loved me. And I really did feel every inch. After my first orgasm, I was still tight and sensitive, and it made him groan in my ear to feel me clench around his girth.

“I love you,” he mumbled against my lips. I echoed his words as he bottomed out inside of me, giving me every inch of him all at once. “You’re so tight,” he whined, pulling back. I squeezed his hands as his thrusts started getting sloppy. “All mine…”

“I’m yours,” I moaned. “Yours, Sir.”

He moaned with relief upon hearing my desperate moans and agreements. “Say it again.”

“I’m yours, Aaron Hotchner. All yours. Only yours.”

“Every inch of you is mine.”

I nodded before kissing him again while grinding my hips against his to encourage him to keep going. His thrusts kept getting sloppier, a sign that he was getting close. I looked down between us, catching a glance at his chest holding tight as he focused on hitting every spot inside me that we both needed. His biceps were flexing as his hands continued to pin mine down, our fingers still intertwined and squeezing. This was exactly what I wanted. This was my reward, and I couldn’t think about anything other than how much I loved him.

“Claim me as yours,” I begged. He knew what that meant, and it drove him absolutely wild. An animalistic groan left his throat as he tried fucking me harder in order to chase both of our orgasms. “Make me cum for you, please—” Before I could even finish asking, Hotch let go of one of my hands and brought his fingers down to my clit as he continued thrusting into me with newfound speed and strength. I tightened around him, bucking my hips around as euphoria overtook me. “Sir!” I cried out, screwing my eyes shut. His fingers were working hard and fast on my clit, taking advantage of the fact that it was still sensitive from my first orgasm. “I’m close…” My hand, which had been freed by Hotch, shot up to the headboard, and I grabbed on for dear life as the knot started to build.

Hotch moaned, working faster somehow. Maybe it was a good thing that he worked out as often as he did. Maybe I needed to start training with him—

I moaned again as he hit my g-spot on purpose.

“Cum on my cock,” he encouraged. “Cum for me.” He leaned down and forced my mouth open with his tongue. “Cum,” he moaned into my mouth. The order he gave me sent me over the edge. My knuckles turned white against his grip on one hand and the headboard in the other. I thrusted up, meeting his hips, riding out my orgasm, squeezing my walls around him. “Fuck—“ he groaned, giving me one hard thrust. “Fuck, fuck—“ He gave another one. “I love you—“ He snapped his hips forward one last time as he came inside of me.

I draped my free arm around his neck, holding him close to me as he hid his face in the crook of my neck while he came down from his high. He bucked his hips slightly, just trying to feel more of me as he finished cumming. He buried himself in me entirely as he let his hips slump against mine. I smiled at the ceiling as I played with the ends of his hair, thinking to myself that we could stay like that forever and I wouldn’t mind a single bit.

“Mine,” he whispered against my skin.

I didn’t realize that Hotch was so possessive. I mean, I should have guessed since he was so protective and controlling, and he liked marking me as his whenever we fucked; but I didn’t realize that his possessiveness had reached this point. I loved it. I liked meaning enough to someone that I was only theirs. I liked knowing that I could trust the man I called mine. I liked trusting and loving Aaron.

Hotch collapsed on the mattress, finding just enough space beside me to safely land before pulling me into his arms. I hugged my arms around his bare and sweaty chest before adjusting to rest my head on his shoulder. He kissed the top of my head and held me close. We were both still panting, but it was nice and calming, somehow. I found that the more I relaxed against his rising and falling chest, the more peace I found in the silence hanging in the air. I felt at home while his arm body comforted me and he rubbed gentle circles on my back with his fingertips, and his cock was still sitting deep within me.

I kissed his collarbone, dragging my hand up and down his chest to feel how he kept tensing under my touch. His muscles were so tight, so sensitive, so perfect. I silently wished that we could stay like that forever. I wanted to be trapped in his arms, both of us still catching our breaths, sweaty, tense, and sore. I wanted him to stay buried inside of me forever so that I could always feel full with his length and cum. I wanted the constant reminder that I was his and that he was mine, and that we loved each other.

Hotch and I both groaned as my phone on my bedside table started ringing. It definitely wasn’t work, so I silently begged him to not pick it up because there was no reason to see who it was. Habits were habits, though, and Hotch had to answer every call we got, no matter what— even if it was on my phone. So he reached over me and answered the call since I was too stubborn to do it.

“Agent Greenaway’s phone,” he greeted with a smile meant just for me. As he waited to hear what the other side of the call had to say, he leaned in and kissed my neck until I finally broke into a giggle and pushed him away. “Chief Strauss—” He pulled out of me and sat up in an instant. I whined quietly at the loss of his cock inside me, and lightly hit his arm to let him know that I wanted him back. “I— Yeah. Let me put them on for you.” He took the phone away from his ear and looked at me with fearful eyes. I bit back a laugh. It wasn’t like Strauss wasn’t aware of our relationship, but it was funny to see him freaking out about picking up a call from our boss on my phone. “It’s about your reinstatement.”

My smile faded and I snatched the phone from him. “Chief Strauss,” I greeted. “Sorry, I was busy doing dishes.” I looked at Hotch and shrugged, wondering if that lie was sufficient enough. He also shrugged, though, which wasn’t fucking helpful.

“I have good news. Your evaluation has been completed earlier than expected. The committee has decided to reinstate you.”

My smile reappeared and I hid my face in Hotch’s chest to hide how ecstatic I was. “That’s great news, ma’am. Thank you so much.”

“Don’t thank me. Thank Agent Morgan,” she said sourly.

I raised a brow against Hotch’s chest. “Ma’am?”

“Your reinstatement was not my decision. I happened to be out voted because Agent Morgan went over my head to talk to the committee in order to fight on your behalf.”

Derek Morgan, you son of a bitch. You glorious, magnificent, loyal son of a bitch. Friday night, I was going to take him to the bar, and I was going to pay for every drink he wanted. There weren’t enough words in the world to express how grateful I was of him. He didn’t have to do that. He didn’t have to risk his own career in order to fight for mine. I swear, if I wasn’t in bed with Hotch still, I would have found Morgan and kissed him.

“A word of the wise, Agent Greenaway,” Strauss continued, “keep your head down. Make sure you’re the only one answering your phone. And don’t give me another reason to suspend you.”

I rolled my eyes. She was such a thorn in my side, I swear. “Thank you, Chief Strauss.”

“I hate to ask, but is Aaron still there?”

“Yeah,” I answered, leaning back from his chest to point at the phone, a signal that she was talking about him. He raised a brow and I shrugged again. “Would you like to speak with him?”

“Why else would I ask?”

I rolled my eyes again and handed the phone to Hotch. He watched me carefully as he brought the phone back to his ear. I searched his face for any hint of what they were talking about. I was just trying to gauge if it was good or bad news, or if it was just something simple about work. When Hotch perked up and smiled, I immediately recognized that it was more good news outside of our reinstatements.

“Thank you for letting me know,” he told Strauss as they began wrapping up their call. “Yeah,” he nodded. “Yeah, I’ll be sure to talk to Dave tomorrow.” He kept nodding. “Alright. Thanks. Bye.”

After hanging up the call with Strauss, Hotch stretched to put my phone back on my bedside table. My eyes still followed his, trying to understand what was going on. Who was Dave? Why did Hotch seem so excited about what Strauss said? My mind was racing with endless questions, but also with the fact that I was getting my job back… Morgan went out of his way to help me, and I was going to be back at work before I knew it. Things were looking up again after being so shit for the past week.

“What was that about?” I asked.

“You first,” he insisted, wrapped me in his arms again.

I rolled my eyes slightly, playfully annoyed by his teasing. “I get to go back to work tomorrow because Morgan went to talk to the committee without Strauss there to stop him. Now you.”

“Have you ever heard of David Rossi?”

Oh, my fucking— “You mean, like, the David Rossi?” I asked while pushing myself back out of his arms.

My shock was clear, but Hotch seemed giddy. His smile was so bright, and he looked as excited as I had ever seen him. Of course I knew who David Rossi was. He was a great agent back in his day, he even helped start up the BAU. From what I understood, him and Hotch were old friends,-- just like my dad was with Gideon, but I had never met Rossi. Despite my efforts to get into every one of his guest lectures at the Academy, I could never get in, even with my dad trying to find an extra seat with his connections. David Rossi was a legend, there was no doubt about it.

I pressed for more answers, “What about him?”

“He’s coming out of retirement. He’s rejoining the BAU because Gideon’s officially out.”

“I—” I didn’t know what to say. Things were really, really, finally looking up for us. With our reinstatements and the addition of Rossi to the team, it seemed like things couldn’t get better. There wasn’t much I could say as words seemed to fail me; but there was one thing that made sense to express how happy and relieved I was that things were coming together and siding with us for once. “I love you.” I leaned in and kissed his lips.

Hotch tangled his fingers in my hair as he held me close for a moment until we needed to part in order to catch our breath. “I’m going to have to talk to Morgan about going over Strauss’s head, but… I’m glad someone was able to do something.”

Morgan… That beautiful son of a bitch that I was indebted to forever.

I escaped Hotch’s arms again, this time hearing him whine at the loss, and I grabbed my phone. Hotch propped his chin on my shoulder, watching as I pulled up my texts and found Morgan’s contact. I clicked our messages and started writing to him: “Asshole.” Hotch chuckled in my ear, surprised that I was so upfront and hostile with Morgan; but that was how we were. We teased each other in a mean way, but it was all in good fun. Hotch knew that Morgan and I worked well together and that we were close, which was why he paired us up the most. If I wasn’t with Hotch for one reason or another, I was probably with Morgan, and if that weren’t the case, then the last resort was Emily. My field partner through and through, the one who always had my back no matter what, was Derek Morgan. I trusted him with my life out on the field, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t give him a rough time for being a total tool and asshat sometimes. Someone needed to give him push back when Garcia was giving him all the attention he craved. I wasn’t afraid to bite back.

My phone buzzed as Morgan responded. Hotch and I read it quickly. “What did I do this time?” he asked. He was always so guilty, geez.

I typed back, “You’re such an idiot. You shouldn’t have gone over Strauss’s head.”

“But it worked. Didn’t it? ;)”

“A wink?” Hotch inquired, grabbing my phone from me.

I laughed and reached to retrieve it, but his long arms held it just out of my range. I put my hand on his upper thigh to catch him off guard, and it worked. Hotch tensed up and groaned at how close my hand was to his crotch, and his arm instinctively fell out of the air. I grabbed my phone before he could reposition or push me off.

“Are you jealous, Agent Hotchner?” I teased. He scoffed and shook his head. “After what we just did?” Hotch wasn’t laughing anymore. I doubled back with a gulp. “Okay, so you remember how you said that this was about rewarding me—” Hotch still didn’t smile. “I love you?” I said warily. He squinted. “So… I’m going to call Haley, see if we can drop Jack off with her tonight while we go celebrate at a fancy restaurant…” I started sliding off the bed, but Hotch caught me and pulled me close.

He stared at me for a moment before whispering, “I love you more than anything, Y/N. You know that, right?”

I nodded. “Of course I know.”

“Call Haley. We’re staying in, though.” He leaned forward and slowly… tenderly… lovingly kissed my lips. “And get the box.”

I gulped, hesitating another moment as our lips stayed so close to one another that I could feel his breath on my face. “I love you.” I pecked his lips with another kiss before escaping off the bed to get dressed, call Haley, get Jack ready to go to his mom’s house, then grab the black box for Hotch.

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Get Along, Children (Collar X Malice)

Heyo everyone! So, it comes to no surprise I’m sure that I’ve fallen head over heels for this game, and these characters! X3 Also Aiji is slowly becoming the love of my life HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MAN’S SMILE AHHH! *Dies

Anywho, I wrote this fic a bit ago, and decided I wanted to share it! I hope you like it!

Summary: Takeru and Mineo are fighting. Again. Maybe Aiji can teach them to get along better.

Aiji was a patient man.

At least, he tried to be.

He rarely got involved with Mineo and Takeru’s antics, only stepping in when their fights got so bad it started to disrupt the flow of the investigation (or when his head started pounding, whichever came first).

Today, however, they were truly testing his patience.

It really didn’t matter who started it- Mineo’s insistent teasing of the short hacker or Takeru’s sharp tongue towards the nerdy redhead; they were at each other's throats once more.

Aiji pinched the bridge of his nose as Mineo stormed out the front, dramatically slamming the door behind him. Takeru had already left, laptop in hand and a gruff remark about going to the roof to work. The oldest member of their small group could only thank whomever was listening that Ichika wasn’t here to witness their tantrums.

“My my, it seems tensions are high today. Looks like you’re on your last leg with them.” From the couch, Kageyuki peered up from his files, his expression holding it’s usual smile as he watched the ex-cop from afar. Aiji let out a huff of a sigh before turning to the profiler, knowing it was useless to hide anything from him. “Things...aren’t going so well with the X-Day cases. We’re losing time, and eventually, we’re gonna lose Ms. Hoshino. I think the pressure is starting to get to them…”

Humming softly, Kageyuki stretched out across Aiji’s couch, resembling a cat getting ready for a nap. “Sounds like they need a distraction. Something to take their minds off the case, even if it’s momentarily.” Aiji nodded, closing his eyes while letting out a sigh through his nose, leaning into the wall behind him. Where would he even begin with a distraction?

“You’ll figure something out, Aiji. I’m sure of it.” Kageyuki’s soft voice was closer suddenly, and a gentle poke to his belly made him yelp with a start. The older man’s eyes gleaned with mischief as he passed Aiji the files he reviewed. “I’ve got to get back to the office. Good luck.” He smiled teasingly before heading out the door. Aiji watched him go, a new idea forming in his mind.

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“Aiji, we’re wasting time. I’ve still got work to do.” Takeru grumbled from his place next to Mineo, who was also looking rather grumpy. A few hours had passed since Takeru and Mineo’s fight. While work had continued on without much issue, there was still this uncomfortable tension between the two men.

“I’m aware, but this is important.” Aiji walked over to them, keeping his expression firm yet kind. “I know things have been incredibly stressful lately, and time is starting to run out. That said, I need you two to get along. We get things done more efficiently when we work together.” He quirked his lips in his best smile, a small span of hope in his chest.

“I understand that, Aiji-san. So tell Takeru over here to stop being so mean to me!” Mineo fumed, an edge of a whine in his voice. “I’ll stop being mean when you stop being a dumbass.” Takeru replied, glaring right back.

Aiji’s eye twitched, his smile growing forced as the two went at eachother once more. Well, he’d figure this is how it would go down. Letting out a sigh, he rolled up his sleeves and cracked his knuckles. “Very well then. Time for plan B.”

Mineo and Takeru blinked, only just noticing Aiji. “What do you-” was all Mineo got out before Aiji attacked. There was a flash, followed by a grunt. “Gah! A-Aiji! What the hell?” Takeru yelped as he and Mineo were wrestled into the couch, pinned. “Ai-Jihihihiihihihihihihihiihi!” Mineo squawked, laughing helplessly when he felt a hand patch onto his side, squeezing and pinching at the sensitive skin. Beside him, Takeru wasn’t much better, childlike giggles escaping his lips as he tried to curl up. “Gah! Ahahahahahhaji! Stahahhahahp!”

The older investigator laughed softly, expertly trapping both boys and tickling them senseless. “I asked you to get along! And instead you decide to fight again! No more arguing!” He teased, a soft smile playing on his lips. It was nice, hearing them laugh again.

“Ahehahhahahhahaha! A-Ahahahahahahahaji! Plehehehehahhahase!” Mineo cackled, his cheeks flushing almost as red as his hair. Takeru couldn’t even make words, only squeaks and curses as Aiji’s hand clawed at his belly. It was utterly adorable. “Ahehahahhhahahahahaha! *snort* Ahehheahhaha!”

“Will you two stop fighting?” Aiji asked, still tickling. “I’ll only stop tickling you if you both agree.” The boys laughed helplessly, tears of mirth dotting dotting their flushed cheeks and threatening to spill down their flushed cheeks. “Ohhoohohohohookay! Ohohohohohohokay!” Mineo cried, his laughter taking on a new pitch when Aiji dug into his armpit. Takeru tried to nod, but he was too overwhelmed with squeaky yelps and snorts when Aiji squeezed his thigh. “Ahahahhahahalright! Ahahahahahahlright! Ihihiihihihi prohohoohohhoohmise!”

The ex-cop laughed, finally stopping his evil tickle attack and giving them space. Mineo slumped back into the couch cushions, sucking down greedy breaths with his arms wrapped around his torso. Beside him, Takeru flopped over, his head falling against Mineo’s thigh, light green hair falling over his flushed cheeks, residue giggles punctuated with hiccups.

“Hehehe...heh...y-you suck…” Mineo gasped out, making Aiji smile. Takeru didn’t even have the energy to glare, opting to close his eyes. “Maybe, but it was worth it. Do you two feel better?” There was a moment of silence, the only sound being the soft breaths and residue hiccups from the boys. Eventually, Mineo nodded, giving Aiji a tired grin. “I do. Thanks Aiji...I appreciate it.”

Aiji nodded, smiling warmly in return. Takeru merely groaned from his spot, but the older detective knew he meant well.

“Erm...g-good evening.” The three men froze, turning to the front door. Ichika stood by, eyes wide with both surprise and amusement. “Is this a bad time?” She asked softly, her lips quirking up at the deep blushes scorching Takeru and Mineo’s cheeks. “Not at all. Please, come in Ms. Hoshino.” Aiji recovered, his own lips tilted up in amusement. “Let’s have some tea.”

Needless to say, Takeru and Mineo were on their best behavior for the rest of the night.

Thanks for reading!

#Collar x Malice #takeru sasazuka #mineo enomoto #aiji yanagi #tickle #tickle fic #They're all like brothers #It's actually really wholesome!#Some goofiness to balance out the harsh reality #Potential spoilers- but I did my best to avoid writing any.#I hope you liked it!#sfw tickling

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punkpoemprose · 3 years

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December 1st- Lights Out

Universe: 1970′s AU (The Great NYC Blackout of ‘77)

Rating: M (Mature, Sexy times)

Length: 3077 Words

A/N: So here we are again. Advent fics, and also decades AUs! I wrote from 1900 to 1950 for last year’s advent and I did 1960 in the spring, so here we are picking up where I left off! If you can guess what company Anna works for in this fic I will give you a cookie and a sticker.

Lets see if I can finish at least the decades this time around, shall we?

Anna sighed as soon as she walked through the front door of the apartment, letting her hair fall out of the low bun she’s had it up in all day. She knew that it was probably silly to keep it up. After all she hated it being that way, but she wanted to make a good impression at work. The better she did, the quicker she could get a good reference, and the sooner she could get out of the city.

She was a bit amused though, despite the hairpin headache it had given her all day, that a coworker had compared the look to something out of the sci-fi flick that had come out some months back. She hadn’t seen it yet, but she imagined that being compared to the princess in the film was probably a good thing, she did know that it was exceedingly rare that a princess was evil or ugly. Her experience with children’s content was, of course, what she’d in part been hired for in the first place.

She shook out her hair and heard some of the little metal bobby pins fall to the floor, they clattered and skidded, undoubtedly falling into cracks and corners she didn’t have the time, energy, or light to locate. She knew that she’d find them again someday, but she hoped that it would soon be because she was busy moving furniture into a truck and her belongings into boxes. New York was interesting, to say the least, but she’d decided that she was much more of a small-town gal than a city chick.

She gathered up the rest of the pins in her hand as she raked her hair through the long and snarled mess. Those pins that hadn’t jumped ship with the initial shake had found themselves tangled in the waves of descending hair and were sometimes angrily biting at strands and taking pieces with them as she removed them. She could already feel her headache easing as her scalp tingled and readjusted to the natural weight distribution of her hair.

The worst part of her job was not the headaches, the hairstyles, or even the momentary concerns that maybe the princess she looked like was the rare evil and cruel type. No, it was much more mundane and far more upsetting, the factor being, of course, the hours. She had been working since noon and it was one of the rare days that she was able to get home before nine at night. Of course, she had expected this when she joined on the CTW’s education research and grant writing division. Kid’s television didn’t exactly make itself, much less make itself educational, but she was looking forward to going elsewhere and working for a less high-profile program and company. A nine to five, she thought, would suit her just fine, especially if it meant that she’d spend more time actually working with kids.

She kicked her shoes off and let herself breathe for a moment before turning around to lock the apartment door behind her. Kristoff has been asking her to be more careful lately with the door, and on the subway, and doing just about anything. They weren’t in a particularly dangerous area of the city and the office she worked out of was only two subway stops from their apartment, but she understood the worry. She was young and pretty in his eyes at least and there was talk in the news about some psycho attacking women. She couldn’t let herself give into the fear of it though, she was done being afraid. She had spent too much of her life being scared and lonely to let it ever happen again.

The bathroom door opened on the opposite side of the room and Anna grinned at the familiar creak of the hinges. She turned and saw Kristoff, fresh from the shower with steam rolling out from behind him, looking as happy to see her as he felt seeing him.

“There’s takeout in the fridge,” he said, looking a bit sheepish, “I was going to cook but I didn’t know when you were getting home tonight and I forgot to pick up the egg noodles on my way back from the shop.”

She wondered how he’d react if she told him that he was the only thing she was hungry for. She’d forgotten to call him to let him know that she’d had a sub at the office while finishing up on some research for an upcoming episode about astronomy, and while she appreciated his efforts at takeout, she didn’t need to eat. She was much more interested in the feast for the eyes before her. She was starving for his attention, to let her hands wander down his chest and to the towel slung low over his hips the way her eyes were traversing the same path.

They were both working crazy hours, saving up as much as they could for their dream of moving to the suburbs or to upstate or wherever they could both find jobs in their fields with a nice little starter house that they could set up a life in. Consequently, they’d both been too exhausted lately to spend their time together doing anything other than eating, sleeping, and maybe listening to the radio before falling asleep. The monotony of it was more exhausting than the workload, particularly when she spent a fair amount of her day wishing for the opportunity she now found before her.

She saw him grin when her eyes wandered back up to his. She knew that he couldn’t have planned to be just getting out of the shower when she got home given he hadn’t known when she would get home, so she called it kismet instead. She shrugged off her blazer, barely turning as she hung it up on the coatrack and returned the smile, throwing in an eyebrow raise for good measure.

It made him laugh, and that let her know that she had looked exactly as mock-lascivious as she’d meant to. She’d learned that when it came to Kristoff, she never really needed to try to flirt, he just gave her the love she needed on demand. Any flirting between them was, at this point in their relationship, mostly for the laughs.

As she stepped forward to meet him she watched as the room went from softly lit to pitch black in an instant. It caused her to jump about a foot, rush forward, trip, and encounter Kristoff who had been, in return, crossing the room to get to her. The impact wasn’t gentle, he was normally her favorite pillow, his largeness being mostly a virtue given the fact that despite his muscle he was overwhelmingly soft, but she had never run straight into his chest before. It was a bit like what she felt running into a padded wall would feel like.

“Oof.”

His grunt of discomfort was a strange comfort when compared to the more concerned sounds, shouts, and confused cries that came from the surrounding apartments and the street below. That, Anna realized, meant that they were certainly not the only ones who were out of power.

“Sorry!”

She offered the apology meekly as his arms wrapped around her. He gave her a little protective squeeze and she rested her weight against him a bit more fully, still recovering from the impact of their bodies that had her a bit shaky on her feet. Normally she enjoyed the sensation of him thoroughly wrecking her, but crashing into him unexpectedly was significantly less enjoyable.

Power outages weren’t exactly uncommon in the summer as everyone ran their fans and air conditioners, but it normally wasn’t something that lasted exceedingly long. This already felt different though, particularly as Anna heard the hollers and shouts coming from through the window from the rest of the block. Whatever had caused their power to go out was not localized to their apartment or building it seemed.

She let her eyes drift over to the window as they adjusted to the darkness they’d been plunged into. She could see past the no longer running fan that there were no lights to be seen in the park across the street from it, nor were there any beyond it.

“I think it’s the whole block,” she said quietly, “maybe even more. There’s no lights in the park and I can’t see any light past that either.”

They were both quiet for a moment as she felt him turning to look as well, turning them together to the side so that they could both look through their dark window, into the dark city beyond.

“Crap,” he groaned, “Might be the whole borough.”

Anna shook her head. That would be insane. They were in Manhattan, it was massive, and for the sheer amount of different areas it contained there was really no logical way for her to wrap her head around the power being out across it.

“If Manhattan is out, the whole city might as well be. I don’t know what it would take for it all to go out.”

Kristoff sighed and Anna’s eyes finally adjusted well enough for her to see his grumpy expression, or at least the shadowy set of his displeased jaw. They sat like that for a while, eyes adjusting to the dark, waiting for the power to click back on and for them to be proven wrong about any more than just their block being out. It didn’t return after minutes passed like hours, and they were forced to move from their standstill.

“Well… guess it’s a good thing that Elsa bought us candles for an apartment warming gift. Do we even have a lighter?”

Anna sighed, “Honestly I don’t know? I think I have a box of matches in the drawer next to the stove because we needed them when the igniter wasn’t working. One of us needs to take up smoking if this is going to become a more frequent event.”

That, she was pleased to report, made him laugh again. She stepped out from his arms to bump into furniture in her search for the drawer containing the matches. She never truly realized how many obstacles their apartment contained until she crashed her hip into the table edge, bumped into a basket of laundry she’d only half folded, and stumbled across a chair leg.

“That seems like an extreme option. We could just buy a lighter and not smoke. I know you don’t like the smell. You always complain about it when we go out to eat and someone lights up at a table near us.”

Anna hip checked the counter by accident but managed to find the drawer handle with one hand as she rubbed the now sore skin through her pant leg with the other. Somewhere on the other side of the apartment she heard Kristoff open the closet door and make a valiant attempt to dig through out-of-season coats, miscellaneous pieces of décor, tools, and sundry to find candles that, like everything else in their apartment, he couldn’t see.

For her part she was rummaging through the junk drawer, fingers making contact with buttons, patches, glue bottles, tape dispensers, and all manner of unnecessary-until-they’re-necessary items. She always told herself when she went into the drawer for something that she needed to clean it out, but it was one of those tasks that never made itself a priority.

“I don’t like it, but I’d probably have a lighter in my pocket if I did.”

She could practically feel his eyes rolling when her fingertips brushed against the rough, sandpaper-like striker of the matchbox. Her hand wrapped around the little box, and she was grateful to feel something rattle around inside. It would have been just like her to have thrown an empty box back into the drawer, and she couldn’t help but appreciate past Anna for leaving her at least a few matches.

“Found them,” Kristoff called just as Anna was about to do the same. It was a small mercy, she thought, that they’d managed to be prepared despite not intentionally preparing for anything. She held the match box up in the dark and shook it hard, the rattling heard across the apartment even with their neighbors still grumbling and shouting.

“Great,” he replied, hearing the sound or seeing the movement confirming the existence of the matches. “Though you should know… Anna I think I lost my towel somewhere near the closet.”

***

The lights hadn’t come on. They’d spent hours in the living room, reading, lazing, complaining about the heat as they read and lazed and sweated in their underclothes. The possibility of going out and seeing what everyone else was doing was offered and quashed by them both on a few occasions, ultimately with them both deciding that they wouldn’t be leaving the apartment that night, nor would they be doing so in the morning, even if the power was back on.

“I deserve a day off,” Anna moaned as Kristoff’s hips rolled into hers.

They’d went to bed innocently enough, planning to sleep in and catch up on rest. The plan had lasted all of a few moments until Anna took advantage of Kristoff spooning her to press her rear suggestively into his crotch. She thought that they deserved some sort of prize for making it into bed in the first place. She’d wanted him since she walked into the apartment, and though he’d managed to put on underwear out of the half-folded laundry basket after losing his towel, Anna had been more than willing to spend the rest of their evening on the couch in candle light.

Their current arrangement was better on their backs, and less likely to start a fire.

“You do baby,” he agreed, his voice deep as they engaged in the only agreeable activity a young couple could possibly agree on when it was late, the power was out, and there was nothing to be done about the heat.

His hands were on her waist as she moved above him, his fingers pressing into her skin as he helped her find a rhythm. She loved the way it felt to have him below her, to give him the pleasure he deserved while taking it for herself.

“You deserve a day off,” she added, “We can spend the whole day in bed.”

He groaned and she felt his fingers squeeze a little tighter at the idea of spending a whole day alternating between making love and napping. Though, she supposed that he might also be reacting to the fact that she was speeding up her pace, riding him hard and fast, trying to make up for weeks of unwanted celibacy in one night.

She was full of him, each time she rolled her hips and sank down on him brought her closer and closer to the edge. She’d spent hours daydreaming of it, feeling the stretch of him filling her, watching the euphoric daze come over his features as he let her give herself to him again and again until they were tired and sated. To see it now in the dim flickering candle light brought an intimacy that she hadn’t imagined before, the light dancing over his kiss swollen lips as he groaned and panted along with her.

“Anna, if you keep doing that I’m going to…”

She rocked her hips and his rolled in return, seeking just the right angle together and finding it as the friction of their joining brought her to her climax before he could achieve the same. She kept her pace, riding out the euphoric sensation as he panted out her name. She let him take up the lead then, letting him set the pace as she moved along with the urging of his hands on her waist.

“Kris,” she encouraged, “Gosh baby you make me feel so good. Please come for me.”

She settled her hands on his shoulders, using him for support as they sped up and worked together to find his end.

He came for her, his grip tightening and his eyes fluttering closed as she watched his face. That was her favorite part of being on top, the view it afforded her of his features softening as she felt him go pliant below her.

They stayed like that for a moment, his hands on her hips and her just holding his shoulders for support, watching him. When he caught his breath and her thighs began to shake from the effort, he pulled her to his side and kissed her lips softly, almost chastely.

“I hope the power stays out,” Anna teased as she got comfortable on the bed at his side, “I know we agreed not to go to work tomorrow, but I think I could live without electricity if it meant more of this.”

Kristoff chuckled against her ear as he pulled her back into him. It was too hot for it, too hot for what they’d just done, but a slight breeze through the window cooled the sweat on their bare skin and made it bearable. She felt him kiss her throat and she hummed appreciatively at the contact, her arm settling over his where it crossed her stomach.

“Or we could just move sooner than planned. Imagine all the free time we’ll have together when we’re on the same schedule. I’ve been looking at jobs North of Albany and I think with our savings we can live on one income for a little while if you want to move up the timeline.”

Anna smiled at the idea.

“Want to hear something crazy?”

He didn’t speak but instead she felt him nodding behind her.

“I’ve been thinking the same thing. I’ve been looking at open positions upstate too and Fisher Price is looking for someone with an education background to join their research and design team. I was thinking about calling about the position and setting up an interview, but it just seemed like it was a little fast.”

“Anna that’s not crazy… baby that’s wonderful.”

“You’re wonderful,” she teased, leaning back into him and turning her head to give him a peck on his arm.

He laughed and kissed her on the top of her head in retaliation, and as they quieted and dozed off to sleep, Anna could not help but to think that maybe the blackout was fate after all.

#kristanna #kristannaadvent2020 #frozen fanfiction #kristanna fanfiction #1970's AU #Blackout of 77 AU

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bxllafanficc · 3 years

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¡Skate/sing your hearts out! (Yuri Plisetsky x reader)

(Part two)

Part two. Part one Part three Part four part five

Summary: After last year's cancellation of Figure Skating Grand Prix, Yuri Plisetsky finds himself unable to bring out his inner skater after a year of doing nothing but enjoy life like a regular teenager. That's when you enter the picture; We Are Voice Grand Awards's currently hottest competitive vocalist come first place two years in a row. Just like the other competitors of Grand Prix, it turns out that Victor and Yuuri faces the same issue. With an arrangement between Victor and Yakov, they agree to travel to Japan and hire you as a mutual coach for Yuri and Yuuri to help bring back the emotion into their performances like before, maybe even more intense than ever. Yuri however, who's never experienced issues with his coaches before, for some reason finds this one particularly difficult to coexist along with in their (reasonably) odd partnership. Warnings: none

*Your POV*

There. All set and done. You took a last look at the pair of eyes staring back at you in the full body mirror. Your hair all dried up with a blowdrier and a pair of white jeans along with your favorite leather jacket. A grey turtleneck on that and that was the outfit for today. Keeping it classy since Victor failed to cancel the meeting with the press a couple of hours from now. 'A big hoodie would've been the ideal alternative though' you thought and sighed. Nowadays it's all about keeping it as simple yet kind of professional for every day. Social media were all star struck about the world's latest announcement. 'Winner of this year's Grand Prix senior division goes on a tour with none other than the (y/n) (l/n)!' The newspapers were first out as usual thanks to the reporters crowding her personal space since two weeks from now since the news came out. A collaboration between a figure skating competition and a competition for vocalists. You never saw that coming but you could see the appeal. The currently hottest male skater along with a popular female singer, fighting for the spotlight even though they're sharing it evenly. Him with his skills and she with her voice. You agreed to participating when asked, of course. It was a great opportunity and experience. And currently you sought out every great possibility at the market right now. That's what lead you here.

You made your way out the room you were staying in and headed towards the dining area in deep thoughts. 'So that's Yuri Plisetsky up close?' You thought as you passed the living room. You entered the dining area and stood still at the entrance to take in the scene before you. Yuri Plisetsky is sitting at the dining table with his back facing you. Beside him with his side profile turned at your direction is coach Yakov who's chatting with Victor and Yuuri opposite of the table. Yuri is not talking. He's busy eating a dish called the pork cutlet bowl, you assumed. You had never tried one before but the dish was all too familiar thanks to the last Grand Prix competition on Yuuri Katsuki's behalf. You eyed Yuri carefully and entered the room. He's a little shorter than what was given away on television but other than that, very much the boy you'd seen competing time to time. His skating was without doubt impressive to say the least. His jumps were always perfect as expected and his upper body movements in beat to the music. Though, you always deemed something missing in his already amazing performances. Expression. The year he won gold at the senior division, you saw some great scenes of emotion displayed in his skating but it was clear that he never let them consume him. It always looked as if there was something on his mind and that held him back, even made him stop and hesitate sometimes.

"Whoo! (Y/n) is back! Yuri! Meet your coach in musical expressional performance."

The boy's attention was suddenly entirely on you now, in comparison for being totally relaxed and unfocused. He tensed up and the pair of breathtakingly blue and green eyes widened at her for the second time today. 'Hope this is not becoming a regular habit of his' whenever he sees me. It's starting to get a little embarrassing.'

"You! What even- What are you doing here?! A-aren't you like 19 years old or something? That's just two years away from me! That's.. You're far too young to be my coach!" The startled reaction of his kind of made you wonder what was up. He did meet you just about- ah. Your face mask and your covered hair clearly disguised you well enough for the boy not to recognize you. Though he clearly knew you.

"Great, so you're familiar with me. Then I don't need a further introduction." You flashed him a smile.

"Who isn't familiar with the star of We Are Voice and winner of gold two years in a row? At this point, you're basically stealing the spotlight I fought so hard to gain at my senior division debut." The words came out in a mutter and the negative impact of the comment made you raise an eyebrow at the boy on the floor in front of you. He still hadn't stood up to greet you which would be the appropriate thing to do first time meeting your coach. Then you pouted and leaned your now crossed arms against the wall to your right.

"Though, I am a little disappointed you didn't recognize me by voice. I mean, if I am as famous as you speak of, you surely would've known right away." That just earned a scoff from him.

"There are thousands of girls who sound similar to you. Yes, even with that (nationality) accent. Your voice isn't that special." The other men in the room widened their eyes. Ouch. And he's just as grumpy and homeboy teenage-crisis as he was portrayed in television and social media as well. You had thought it was only mere acting in an attempt to shun people away and making the attraction towards him less appealing.

"I see... Well that's one way putting it."

It certainly worked on you, you had thought for several years now but turns out he's just a jerk. Yakov moved to get in Yuri's face and scold him.

"Where is your manners? Quit playing a brat all of a sudden."

"What? Am I not allowed to speak my mind now when you have to suck up to miss universe over here all of a sudden?"

You raised a silent hand for the arguing pair to let their words die down and then you locked gaze with the insolent boy. Your eyes were blank but rock hard and you could swear that you saw a faint gulp forming in his throat.

"Get on your feet and get over here. Turn sideways." At least I didn't have to ask twice. But I didn't really ask him either. He rose to his feet and took some hesitant steps towards me. It was clear that he didn't trust me. 'Something to work on' I hummed to myself. His posture was stiff and crooked but after another word from Yakov, he straighten his back for me to see him properly. He pulled the hood of his hoodie off and mirrored my blank hard stare. I began to circle him, getting a fair look on what I would be working with for a set of weeks. His eyes didn't dare follow mine as I stepped beside him, knowing that I was out for him to break character. A stale being is much harder getting to know than a forward and open one.

Then, when you were behind his back, you reached out with your hand to his back and - shoved him casually forwards. A yelp of surprise echoed through the room as he stumbled and fell towards Victor who caught him right before hitting the floor face first. You and Yakov locked gaze and gave each other a slight nod before you once again turned to the upset boy.

"What the hell was that? You pushed me for what? Are you that sensitive for a little negativity for once?"

"Your balance is off." You simply said with the same blank expression and a headshake. He seemed dumbfounded of the answer and got off Victor with quick feet. He was close to you this time and the daggers you received was intended to leave wounds after he was done.

"Because you pushed me."

"Exactly."

"I wasn't prepared!"

"Exactly."

"We have some work to do, Yuri. Your break has been too long, it seems. She was only picking up on where you left off, in a way." Yakov spoke up between the one-sided staring contest. The boy turned towards the man which included his back facing my front once again. But this time, he was careful on taking a few steps forward to avoid history repeating itself.

"She's not you. She shouldn't do your job. It's none of her business anyway."

"It actually is if you think harder on it. There's no point in me working on your emotional performance if your practical performance is flawed. A skater who can't manage a simple shove will not get up on his or hers feet at the competition as well." You expected some kind of backlash from Yuri, at least a glare or something. But you were met with nothing to your surprise. He didn't speak up either.

"It's settled. You and I will rehearse you back into your former shape before your time with (y/n) begins, starting tomorrow. Meanwhile, also take some time to get to know each other, you two. You seem to need it." Yakov declared the schedule and choose to pinpoint the obvious tension between you and Yuri. You somewhat agreed on spending time besides training. Though, you would rather not take a verbal beating more than once a day further on.

Yuri still didn't speak up but he didn't object either.

"(Y/n), there's food left for you too! Please join us for dinner." Yuuri Katsuki exclaimed and waved an energetic hand towards the bowls and plates on the table. In front of you, you saw the back muscles of the Russian skater's form tense at the words.

You had to decline though. If not for the meeting, then for the sake of giving Yuri some space. It must be hard, after all. Whatever's he's going through right now.

"I would love to! But I have to excuse myself this time. After all, I have a meeting to attend and if I don't get going, I'll soon be running late. See ya folks later!"

And with that, you dashed off.

#yuri on ice #yuri katsuki #yuriart #yuri plisetsky x reader #yuri plisetsky #yurianime #anime fanfic #fanfiction #yuri on ice fandom #yuri on ice fanfiction

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