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professorsnape394 · 3 years

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The Potions Master’s Apprentice

Chapter Eleven: A Pining Professor

A/N: This is the eleventh part to my fanfiction ‘The Potions Master’s Apprentice (Severus Snape x OC)’. Chapters 1-16 can be found already uploaded on Wattpad under the same name. Feel free to leave requests in my inbox for anything Snape related you want me to write. Leave a comment below if you wish to be added to my tag list.

Pairing: Severus Snape x OC (Dumbledore’s Granddaughter)

Summary: A talented young witch is employed as an apprentice professor at Hogwarts, but who will she be working under? Severus Snape is not best pleased with his new responsibility of taking on an apprentice, however she is relentless to create a friendship between them. Will she be successful? Or might the friendship just go a little two far? With the eyes of her grandfather constantly watching over them, an attempt at a relationship might not be in the cards for Aria Dumbledore and Severus Snape.

Word Count: 1913

Warnings: n/a

Credits to Gif Creator

"Very well done, Miss Granger." Aria commended as the young Hermione Granger brandished her perfectly completed potion to the class. "Now, who's next?" The professor questioned looking around the room for another student to choose. Her eyes quickly landed on an awkward looking fourth year Gryffindor boy. "How about you, Mr. Longbottom. Care to show us your final potion?"

The boy looked around nervously, attempting to straighten out his disheveled robes, hoping someone would save him from this inevitable embarrassment.

"Erm... I... I don't think I've done it right, Professor Dumbledore." Neville shot a quick, terrified glance in the direction of Severus Snape, who was, as usual hunched over his desk, paying little attention to the classroom full of students.

"Don't look so worried, Neville." Aria replied softly, beckoning the boy to test out his shrinking solution. "Professor Snape and I are not here to judge your abilities, but to guide you in the right direction, allowing you to flourish to your highest potential."

Professor Snape let out a low grunt, looking up from his desk for a brief second, unimpressed by the encouraging words of his apprentice.

Neville Longbottom took a step up to the front of the classroom, a small vial of his potion shaking slightly in his hand. Aria snatched a spare quill from the Potion Masters desk and laid it down in front of Neville waiting to see the results of his concoction. The acid green liquid dripped down onto the feathers, small droplets of the potion pooling together, quickly drowning the quill. The students stood around in silence, waiting for the quill to shrink down into practically nothing. However, instead of shrinking, the potion began to bubble and fizz. Within seconds the bubbles turned into a rabid foaming substance. After a few moments of watching the foam expand, it disappeared completely, the feathers of the quill melting away with it.

Almost as if the whole class had been holding their breath, a large number of students exhaled simultaneously. Neville's face dropped, disheartened by his efforts. "Not to worry, Longbottom, we'll walk you through it one more time, and show you what went wrong."

"I don't think so, Miss Dumbledore." Professor Snape piped up, appearing at the side of the young woman. "Mr. Longbottom, I want you to write an essay at least 1500 words detailing exactly what went wrong, and how you will re-mediate your efforts in the future. I want this on my desk by tomorrow morning." His sudden appearance dulled the mood Aria had worked to built within the class, instantaneously.

"Yes Sir." The boy retorted, cowering away back to the crowd of students.

Aria stared at the Professor, stunned at his interference. The pair had come to an agreement where Severus took on the theoretical aspect of the job, teaching the students his methods, while Aria took on the practical aspect, helping the students as they brewed. Severus often stayed quiet during her teaching time, taking nothing to do with the students after he taught them the correct brewing process. He trusted her to lead them in the right direction, after all. However, today Snape was persistent in making himself known, he felt the need to remind them all of his intimidating, dominant presence, determined to scare the students, into obedience.

"Class dismissed." Snape ordered, the children fleeing from the room before the words had even completely left his mouth.

Just as fast as the room had cleared, Severus made a move to gather the papers from his desk, appearing to be getting ready to leave the classroom, something he never usually done until it was time for the great feast.

"Where are you going?" Aria questioned, closing the gap between herself and the Potions Master, stopping him from wandering off without an explanation.

"To my office to mark the remainder of these essays... in peace." He stated, his tone full of venom. Again, Aria was taken aback by the way the man spoke to her. He had gradually been warming up to her these past few weeks and it had been a long time since he spoke to her with such anger. Considering how the previous evening had panned out, it bothered Aria that he had become so frosty again so quickly, they had made so much progress since their first meeting. And for what? For Severus to just immediately go back to his old ways. Aria wasn't about to let that happen anytime soon.

"What's your problem, Severus?" Aria snapped, getting in between the door and her mentor. "You've been acting like a dick all day. We finally had a nice evening together, both of us doing our own thing, it was nice! But then you ran out suddenly and without reason. And now you're acting even worse than you did before. Did I do something to piss you off? Please tell me!" She ranted, desperate for an answer.

"I'm not quite sure what you think went on last night, but whatever it is, I advise you get it out of your head immediately." He snapped, gradually nearing the exit.

"What are you talking about?" Aria questioned, sincerely confused. "Nothing did happen last night Severus and I'm not acting like it did. What's going on with you, is there something wrong?"

"Don't patronise me, Miss Dumbeldore, I don't need your pity." He seethed, clutching his stack of papers tightly to his chest. "I want to make it abundantly clear to you that we are to maintain a strictly professional relationship from here on out. We are not friends. And we never will be."

Seeing the enraged look grow on his face, Aria gave in, not willing to argue with her mentor any longer. Stepping away from the door, she allowed Severus to take his leave. The whole conversation had thoroughly confused her, she had thought last night had been nice for the both of them but clearly she was wrong and it just wasn't worth aggravating Severus even more.

From the moment Severus left Aria's room to the minute she walked through his classroom door the next morning Severus had not stopped thinking about the woman he tried so hard to despise. He had not slept, therefore he was even more unpleasant than usual. He was irritable with his coworkers, terrifying to his students, and just flat out mean to Aria. Although his body could not deny that he was attracted to her, a night of constant angry thoughts aimed at himself, quickly formed into a hatred for the woman in a desperate attempt to hide the embarrassment he was feeling not so deep down.

Determined to distance himself from his apprentice, he 'gave her the night off', if you could phrase it that way. Severus shut himself in his office, banning her from joining him while he marked as she so often did. Distracting himself from thoughts of her seemed to be working for him, and in no less than a few hours he was feeling back to his usual self. No thoughts of Aria entering his mind, whether it be thoughts of anger, lust or... Well, lets just say Aria was successfully no longer on his mind.

That was, of course, until a familiar rumble was heard from his stomach and he knew he could not avoid the great feast, though he so wanted to.

Seeing the young woman walk into the Great Hall amongst a crowd of students sent an instant pang into Severus' gut. It was then he knew that no matter how hard he tried to get this woman off his mind and no matter how 'temporarily' successful he was at doing so, there was no way he was ever going to escape how he felt. He could pick her out amongst a crowded room, and the beating of his heart became instantly deafening. This was not an attraction he saw himself being able to easily escape from.

Taking her regular seat at the table in between Severus and Minerva, the two woman got to chatting immediately. Aria kept herself turned away from the potions master, knowing he would not be in the mood to have any type of interaction with her. Snape found himself hurt that Aria kept her back to him, he hated the fact she wasn't trying harder to break him from the mood he had got himself into. Though if she had tried he would not be willing to be broken out of it quite yet.

As the whole hall began to fill with chatter and laughter Severus found himself the only miserable man in the place. He sat through the meal in silence, not talking to anyone, and no one speaking to him. It was on this rare occasion he found himself lonely in the situation he had created to protect himself from emotions exactly like this.

As the feast came to an end Professor Snape was ready to flee from the room, uninterested in anything else it had to offer him.

That was, until, a plump little owl found its way over to Aria Dumbledore and a gasp of glee escaped the two women beside him. His interest piqued, Severus settled back into his chair, focusing in on the conversation of his colleagues.

"Who's it from?" Minerva queried, her eyes having already scanned the contents of the letter.

"Oh it's just some guy I met at the Three Broomsticks. Pretty much saved me from being touched up by an old creep." The witch replied, a small chuckle escaping her lips.

"And he's asked you on a date?" Mcgonagall questioned further.

"No not at all." Aria scoffed. "Its just a few drinks see." She said passing over the parchment to the older woman.

"Sounds like a date to me." Professor McGonagall grinned.

"Its not a date!" Aria screeched in return, though Severus noted a hint of excitement in her voice.

The Potions Master felt his face burn with jealousy, a fiery hot ball growing inside him just waiting to burst out his chest. He hated the thought of seeing Aria out with another man, though he knew he could not be with her either. He was jealous for sure, but there was no way he would ever be willing to commit to her. Not that she could ever feel the same about him, if he did. He did not want her himself, but he also did not want anyone else to have her.

It was then the memory of another letter crossed his mind. Someone else already did have her. According to the letter he came across in her quarters she was in a relationship. And now, as much as she wanted to deny it, this new letter stated she would be going on a date with someone else.

Despite how sweet and innocent this young witch may seem, Severus Snape was beginning to build a picture of who she really was. It was clear to him now that from the moment she arrived at Hogwarts she had been playing him, just like he assumed she was playing these other men. 'She flirts and charms her way into getting everything she wants. Snape thought to himself. After all, she young and extremely attractive. What exactly is stopping her from taking advantage of everyone who falls for her. Well not me.' The thought continued. 'I'm wont be taken advantage of anymore.'

And with that Severus stormed from the room, his opinion of his apprentice having changed completely.

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nullanythorm-ao3 · 3 years

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Ours by Taylor Swift & Adult Variro Headcanons

Okay so I’ve been sitting on a TISE update for forever and I AM making progress on it - but I need to talk about this because I think I’ve found what is the quintessential Variro song (that isn’t a Disney song - we’ll talk about that one later). And as much as I want to focus on fanfiction, this thing has been driving me crazy.

So, in case you want to listen before reading: this sentence will be linked to the song

Let’s talk about Ours by Taylor Swift, and how I think it perfectly fits my OTP as an adult relationship - and in some parts works even as their relationship is beginning.

A couple things to know before we get started:

This is centered around the idea of a modern AU, it could work in other aspects, but it’s what I think about when I listen to it

Varian was a villain, before falling for Hiro in his mid-late teens (15-18) and their relationship started up

That being said - let’s get into this song and unpack how I feel its lyrics perfectly encapsulate everything I love about these two little science nerds.

Elevator Buttons and Morning Air Strangers’ silence makes me want to take the stairs If you were here we’d laugh about their vacant stares But right now, my time is theirs

So, being adults now, I imagine the two of them both have pretty stable jobs being boy geniuses. Hiro probably works with Krei at some company (I like the idea of them partnering and giving Krei Tech a makeover into a business called Hamada & Krei, where Hiro tends to reign in Krei’s lackadaisical approach to his technology by being a super stern head of R&D), and Varian I picture working in biotech and chemical engineering - especially in the medical field (i imagine part of what lead him to villainy was Quirin contracting someone that he was desperate to cure).

Varian, being socially awkward, isn’t really good with people when it comes to his job. Especially since I feel like his identity as a villain would have been revealed to the public at some point along his redemption, so the general populace would probably still be pretty judgmental about him. He doesn’t like dealing with them, but he and Hiro usually just laugh it off when they’re together. Varian still struggles with it on his own though - especially at work and meetings and the like.

Seems like there’s always someone who disapproves They’ll judge it like they know about me and you And the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do The jury’s out, my choice is you

This is one of a couple areas of this songs that reads like a small conversation between the two. The first two lines being Varian, and the second two being Hiro.

Now, this is the interesting bit. My personal headcanon is that Hiro and BH6 wind up going all Tony Stark/Iron Man at some point and reveals their identity. Even if the entirety of BH6 doesn’t reveal themselves, I definitely think Hiro would, especially in being involved in a multi-million dollar tech business and partnered (in business) with one of the most famous and influential men in the city, if not the world - on top of being a boy genius. I think the stress of all that AND being a superhero would kind of get to him, so he just kind of reveals it at some point.

Even if he doesn’t - I think all that positive attention on him would definitely contrast all the negative attention on Varian as a former villain whose identity would have definitely been revealed. As such, their relationship would definitely be judged by a lot of the people around them, save for their closer friends. By the way, no, Varian doesn’t join Big Hero in this universe. Think of him more as an occasional “guy in the chair” who helps direct them or give them alibis at times, but is never directly involved in the crime fighting. He’s just support. He’d be too affected by all the negative attention, I think, and wouldn’t want to draw any more to himself when so many people are already judging his and Hiro’s relationship.

But of course, Hiro only has eyes for Varian. He always reassures him that there’s no need to pay attention to people with enough free time to worry about who someone’s dating. He loves his little raccoon just the way he is, and wouldn’t trade Varian for the world.

So don’t you worry your pretty little mind People throw rocks at things that shine And life makes love look hard The stakes are high, the water’s rough But this love is ours

THE CHORUS. OHMYGOD THE ChORUS.

It’s just. SO perfect. For these two. Starting off with “Don’t you worry your pretty little mind”. Ohmygod. That sounds so much like something they’d say to each other. Yes, they’re both considered very attractive and have pretty faces, but that’s not what’s important to them. It’s their minds. They connect to each other because they’re both boy geniuses with cutting with and quick, casual tongues. They’re the only people who can keep up with each other in conversation, and that just kind of lead them to wind up together. Their minds are so connected and linked together that it’s all they see in each other, more than anything else.

And of course, they have a pretty rough, rocky relationship. Between the reveal of Varian being a villain, his subsequent decision to fall for Hiro and redeem himself, and the judgement they both get from others for their decision to love each other - “the stakes are high, the water’s rough” definitely fits. No matter how many stones get thrown at them and how hard their relationship is at times because of outside influence, however -

They love each other, and they work together and overcome everything that comes their way. I love this chorus so much. However, as it’s repeated throughout the song a bunch and this post is already incredibly long, this will be the only time it’s brought up in this post until the end.~ \

You never know what people have up their sleeves Ghosts from your past gonna jump out at me Lurking in the shadows with their lip gloss smiles But I don’t care, ‘cause right now you’re mine

And you’ll say

So I don’t think I need to say much about this stanza here - but I will anyway because that’s what this is all about.

So, naturally, this is all Hiro to Varian. He had quite a history, and Hiro always learns like he’s learning something knew about his boyfriend and his stint as a villain. From having been arrested in his own home town for thievery and other acts against the mayor’s family (Frederic) for not working on or accepting his own ideas on research for a cure for whatever - having to help him come to terms with all the people he’s wronged in the past as well as all of San Fransokyo. Varian’s got a deep history.

There always seems to be something new just around the corner, out of view, ready to pop out at him. But it doesn’t bother him, because they belong to each other, belong together. Varian’s his, and he’s Varian’s, and he’ll do whatever it takes to help sort things out. And no matter how much the people from Varian’s past may even judge Hiro, not knowing him, for being involved with him, Varian will always be there for him, just like he’s always there for Varian -

this stanza leads into the chorus, so let’s move right on to the next part.

And it’s not theirs to speculate if it’s wrong and Your hands are tough but they are where mine belong and I’ll fight their doubt and give you faith With this song for you

If the last stanza was all Hiro, this one is all Varian. He’s a bit more snippy with the people who judge their relationship than Hiro is. Of course he is, it’s Varian. He’ll flat out tell people they have no business meddling in their affairs while Hiro will mostly just ignore it and reassure Varian that he doesn’t need to bother them. He gets tired of people saying that he and Hiro, a villain and a hero (whether actual revealed super hero or just “local hero”), don’t belong together.

Still he loves Hiro and knows the two of them are meant together. “Your hands are tough” are more than likely a reference to the fact that Hiro’s hands probably get pretty calloused working on machines and technology and stuff all day as compared to Varian’s delicate chemistry hands.~ I like to headcanon that Varian has a slimmer build while Varian is not necessarily as muscular as Wasabi, but still not as much of a “twink” as Varian when he grows up (or Tadashi, despite their being brothers and genetically linked).

And of course - Varian can sing. It’s always canon. No matter what. And I just see him kind of soothing Hiro’s nerves from time to time or them just relaxing together and him singing for him. It’s a fun little touch I wanted to add for the “song for you” bit.

Cause I love the gap between your teeth And I love the riddles that you speak And any snide remarks from my father about your tattoos Will be ignored, 'cause my heart is yours

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

So while I love the ENTIRETY of this song for Variro, and you saw how much I freaked out over this chorus. This part. This part here was one of the parts I was most looking forward to writing out.

This is another one of those stanzas

So “I love the gap between your teeth” - Hiro has a gap tooth. Varian loves it. End of story. Simple. I think they’d both keep their tooth problems (gap tooth for hero and buckteeth for Varian) into adulthood, but they might be a tiny bit less pronounced.

“and I love the riddles that you speak” is read so well as Hiro’s response to it. Because, again, Varian does tend to be a little more smooth-tongued and speak in riddles when he’s not being snippy, as compared to the more blunt and straightforward Hiro. It drives him crazy sometimes, but it’s fun for him to play those word games with him, and he loves Varian despite how difficult he can be at times.

Now, let’s talk about the big boy here “Any snide remarks from my father about your tattoos will be ignored, ‘cause my heart is yours”. HIRO. GETS. TATTOOS.

I think they’re mostly out of love for aunt Cass and the Lucky Cat. A calico cat and a bunch of showy, japanese-style tattoos. I don’t know of what exactly, but the calico cat is the big one - symbolic of the Lucky Cat and Mochi. While he’s serious and stern at work, he has a reputation for being casual, and never really grows out of that rebellious, punk atmosphere. Ripped jeans, leather jackets, probably rides a motorcycle. Sometimes it’s hard for people to see through that. And I definitely think that when Quirin first meets Hiro (he gets CURED of whatever he contracts! Thanks to Varian! He’s fine!) he kind of has a hard time seeing through it at first. I don’t think he likes Hiro much until he sees what a good match for Varian he is - he comes around eventually.

And I lvoe the contrasted idea of Hiro coming off as rebellious and a punk and having a bit of a temper. However, he’s actually super sweet and a teddy bear underneath, always wanting to do what’s best for others. Meanwhile, Varian is kind of spindly with long limbs. He dresses in modest clothes - either sweaters or lots of button ups and vests. He gives off the impression of a perfect angel visibly, but his tongue is sharp and he’s more devilish than his appearance lets on. It’s. Synergy. And. I love it.

So after that it goes into one last chorus but it adds an extra line in there about

“They Can’t Take What’s Ours”

Which I think is a great addition for the end. Basically them saying they love each other. And no matter what people say, or how much criticism they get for dating, they love each other and no one can take that away from them. The people who are really important will always be there to support them, and that’s all that matters.

Anyway that’s enough of me making an obsessively long post over a song no one probably listens to that just kind of got me all excited over my OTP. I’ll properly focus on fanfiction updates now. Thanks for anyone who read this beast

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loominggaia · 3 years

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“Okay New York Anon here. I’m really sorry about this chapter and regret writing it, the way i did. Thinking about it post production I’m realizing I made it come off as transphobic and tasteless. Angry guy was supposed to be a parody of the stereotypical sjw you’d see in a cringe comp violently going off on people for accidentally being mis gendered. Sorry if this train wreak of a chapter offends anyone.”

Anon, I’m so honored that you would spend the time to write fanfiction about my series. Not everyone is a perfect writer (I’m sure not), and personally I don’t believe that every piece of writing has to “set a good example” when it comes to politics and morality. The Looming Gaia series is for ages 18+, not preschoolers. I think adults have the mental capacity to differentiate between right and wrong and form their own opinions when they’re reading something (at least I hope they do), so I’m going to go ahead and post your story.

But I also care about my followers’ well-beings, so I’m going to compromise and: 1) Put this chapter under a cut so they don’t have to see it if they don’t want to. 2) Put a content warning ahead of it so they can decide if it’s worth the risk.

If anyone proceeds from here and gets offended, that’s 100% their own fault. I care a lot about writing an inclusive series that doesn’t alienate anyone based on race, gender, sexuality, and so on. At the same time, I’m hugely against censorship, so I always welcome fan content even if it’s off-color or I don’t personally agree with what it’s trying to say (barring anything illegal or blatantly hateful towards any group; i.e. glorification of pedophilia or abuse, calls to real-world violence, supporting real-world hate groups, etc. I will never accept that kind of content. If anyone comes in here praising nazi ideaologies or calling for action against LGBT folks, they can fuck right off.)

Readers, you’ve been thoroughly warned.

You can read the other parts here.

CONTENT WARNINGS: This fan content contains scenes of captivity, mental hospitals, depictions of violence, off-color depiction of a transgender individual, and (censored) racial slurs. While reading this, I personally didn’t get the impression that Anon meant any harm. It comes off as goofy, edgy, over-the-top satire to me, like something you’d see in an episode of South Park. Use your best judgement and proceed at your own risk.

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The crew had squatted in an abandoned building on the outskirts of the city that night. They already knew that only humans existed in this world and the reaction that lady had to seeing Elska only compounded the need for stealth. Their only plan right now being find Evan and get back to Gaia. That morning the crew split up, Alaine and Lukus where to continue searching for Evan, Issac and Jeimos where to go shopping, Elska would search the outskirts out of sight and Zeffer would search at night.

Evan was not mad at doctors for keeping him hear. He knew they where just doing their jobs and where concerned for him, since magic, elves and werewolves where fictional to them he understood he looked like a crazy person to them. That didn’t take away from how annoying it was to be trapped here in this stupid hospital. Knowing his crew was out their somewhere he knew he needed to leave and contact them somehow, he needed a escape plan.

He had two plans so far, plan A was to butter up the therapist into letting him go. Behave himself, take his meds, admit Gaia’s not real and say he’s feeling better. Hoping that upon seeing this drastic improvement the therapist will approve his release and he can finally go out and find his friends. Plan B was in case plan A failed. He would bust himself out of here and go on the run. He really didn’t want to hurt anybody, just slip out unnoticed, but he had a feeling it wouldn’t be that easy.

Issac and Jeimos wandered around the city streets aimlessly in absolute awe of the sights and sounds all around them. Jeimos was getting more unnerved by not being capable of feeling any magic in their surroundings and was starting to wonder if it was just all the iron nearby or something more? Not being able to read any of the signs around them made trying to find a store to stock up on supplies difficult. Finding a food place with golden arch’s they go their as their first stop.

The pair enter this strange restaurant, the place smelling of grease and fry oil. Theirs quite the line so they just wait, taking a look around and absorbing the experience. They see a lot of interesting people and things from pictures of a clown holding a burger, groups of people on strange devices and messy families eating, an extremely obese man the two mistook for a troll horking down a massive pile of greasy food. Kids running in and out of a indoor jungle gym. This place had it all.

They waited their turn almost at the register, waiting behind a mother and her kids who kept changing her order every three seconds and trying to corral her kids. The cashier, a young man around issacs age but with a tired, dead look in his eyes that made him look as if he’s seen a war zone rang the lady up and ushers our pair to the register, asking in a flat, apathetic voice what they would like to order. Neither of them can read the electronic menu so using the numbers and pictures they order

The disgruntled cashier rang them up, totaling their order up to over $55! Him not being pleased by Jeimos’s constant questions and issac playfully asking for a kids toy. They try to pay, placing some gold coins on the counter. The cashier just looks at the coins then back to them, and, in an even more annoyed voice, told them they only take usd, not foreign currency. Telling them they can either pay in cash or card or just leave, the line was building up behind them and getting restless.

Jeimos trying to salvage this, nervously ask if theirs anything they can work out. Not wanting to have wasted their time. The cashier breaths deeply, saying he’ll get the manager, leaving the counter behind. The people in line are angrily starting at the two, Issac having a ball and Jeimos being highly uncomfortable with all the staring and swearing from them. The cashier returns with a fat, sleezy looking middle age man, presumably the manager. Him asking what’s going on here?

The cashier explains the situation in his most annoyed, apathetic tone with the manager glancing over the two. He repeats what the cashier told them, they only take usd and if they can’t pay then just leave, their clogging up the line. Jeimos try’s to explain this is all they have and is about to give up when Issac speaks up and tells them the coins are solid gold. That catch’s the managers attention, who in a greedy smile picks up the coins to check, seeing yes, their real gold!!!

His greedy smile grows wider and he tells them they can understand work something out! Snatching up the gold coins and apologizing for the inconvenience, talking about his no good employees and starts berating the cashier right in front of them for being “rude and unhelpful” to such fine paying customers! The cashier takes one look at his boss, takes off his hat and apron shoving them into his bosses hands and just says, completely monotone “I quit” and walks out without a second glance.

Meanwhile, Lukus and Alaine where walking down the streets through the massive crowds looking for any sign of Evan. Despite trying to keep a low profile they where gathering a lot of attention, walking through down town in medieval armor and brandishing weapons tends to do that. While walking outside a storefront Alaines eyes are caught by a beautiful blue dress, he being mesmerized by. “Nice cosplay” she hears suddenly from behind, Turing around to see a short, well dressed women behind her.

Alaine jut awkwardly thanks her for the compliment. The women also compliments Alaines scales, believing them to be a make up design for whatever cosplay she’s doing. The women introduces herself as Kimi and ask if she was looking at that dress in the window. Alaine answers yes and now both are both gawking at and gushing over the dresses beauty. Kimi complaining about the ludicrously high price tag but before their conversation can continue Lukus calls back to her, wondering where she is?

Alaine snaps back on into mission mode as Lukus returns. She apologizes to Kimi for leaving and tells her their looking for someone, asking if she’s seen a large blonde man with a metal leg. She says no but wishes them luck on trying to find their friend. The two head off once again search the city streets for Evan and once again have no luck, it didn’t help that a lot of people where stopping them, asking for photos of their “costumes” and asking what characters their dressed as?

After hours of searching and coming up empty handed both where rather hungry. Stopping at a cafe looking place to grab a quick bite. The place smelled of coffee and a sign outside had a picture of a twin tailed mermaid on a green background. As they where waiting in line observing all the weird people around them they saw a familiar face ahead of them, Kimi. She had a coffee in her hands and was thanking the barista but didn’t see them. Neither did she see the weird guy she bumped into.

The guy she bumped into looked ridiculous to Alaine and Lukus, having fluorescent pink cloths, big goofy glasses and a oversized beanie I’ve this colorful hair. The guy yelled at her to watch where she’s going, she apologized but then she said sir. The pair could already sense this guy would be trouble as the moment kimi said “sir” it looked as if the weird guys was about to explode. SIR!!! He screamed, grabbing everyone’s attention, his face beat red and eyes bulging in rage!

To say he exploded on Kimi would be an understatement, he started loudly screaming at her “ did you just misgender me”!!! The screaming got even louder as he started listing off a bunch of gibberish and loudly insulting her, calling her sexist, anti-lgbt, telling to kill herself and die in a hole. His screaming getting more incoherent and seemed to be literally frothing at the mouth. Kimi was just backing away, scared and trying to apologize but the guy just kept screaming over her plea’s.

(Feel like I need to put a trigger warning for this one so here it is. Trigger warning for Lukus and Alaine getting in a fight with ‘that kind’ of trans guy, the kind responsible for all the negative stereotypes about the trans community. And Issac being called a racial slur. You have been warned.)

Alaine and Lukus stepped in to stop this dude from hurting Kimi. He seriously looked like he was about ready to punch her. They stepped in and tried to diffuse the situation, putting themselves between kimi and the angry man. They try to explain to him that how could she have known he wasn’t cis, that’s it’s an honest mistake and to let it slide. That only seemed to pissed him off more as he threw a drink in Alaines face and shoved Lukus in anger, wrong move.

Just as Lukus was winding up a punch Alaine beat him to it, knocking the asshole clean to the floor in a single strike. He went down like a sack of potato’s and was laying out cold. The three just left, taking Kimi and leaving. Alaine was fuming but if she where calmer she would have noticed it was water he threw at her, and would have also noticed she didn’t flop to the floor in her aquatic form, she was too pissed off the notices.

Kimi thanks them for saving her from that crazy guy and try’s frantically to explains to them she’s pro-lgbt, always try’s to respect peoples pronouns and is actually a lesbian herself. They cut her off, she didn’t need to explain herself to them. On the flip side Jeimos and Issac are carrying back their huge bags of fast food back to the groups hideout waiting to hear any news. Issac see’s a downed old man and the street and rushed to help him.

Just as Issac was reaching out to help him the old man swats him away, screaming at him. “Keep your hands off me you filthy N@$$#r”! Heads turn and people stop dead in their tracks in pure shock at what they just heard. Issac and Jeimos had no idea what that weird word meant but it guessing by the crowds reaction, it was really bad. The old man gets himself up and goes off on a racist rant, accusing Issac of trying to steal from him, calling all his “kind” low-life scum and just screams at him.

First of all Anon, your depiction of working at a fast food place is a whole-ass mood and I felt it lol. I’m interested to see what role this character Kimi plays! Maybe she has ties to the hospital? Seeing the crew clash with real-world culture is very interesting. I’m enjoying their adventure so far. TO BE CONTINUED…?

#fanfic #looming gaia

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angelsfwrites · 4 years

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TEETH | CHAPTER ONE

DISCLAIMER:

This is a Kylo Ren/Reader fanfiction !

This story takes place after THE LAST JEDI. For the sake of the plot line, RISE OF SYKWALKER never happened.

This story will feature: knife play, blood play, choking, spitting, slapping, face fucking, inappropiate use of the force, orgasm control/denial, consensual non-consent, bondage, spanking, dom kylo, sub reader, dom reader, sub kylo, humiliation, voyerism, breath play, sadomasochism, inappropriate use of a lightsaber, inappropriate use of dental tools, use of sex toys, weapon play, explicit sex scenes, graphic violence, abuse, and manipulation. This will be a very dark, disturbing story. Please do not read if you are triggered or offended by anything in this story.

Remember these kinks are safe to practice with the FULL consent of you and your partner ! I do not condone nor encourage abusive relationships. If you are struggling to escape one or feel trapped in one, I urge you to seek help or call 1-800-799-7233.

I do not own any Star Wars characters, nor do I own the Star Wars' plotline! The only thing that I claim rights to is this storyline and character!

Enjoy !

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SUMMARY:

You were hired by the First Order as one of the very first dentists on the Finalizer. You knew it was a risky job to take, especially after the fall of Snoke and the last Jedi, Rey. However, you intended to just do your job and stay out of everyone's way. As time goes on, doing your job becomes increasingly harder as you catch the eye of the new Supreme Leader, Kylo Ren. You find yourself pulled into his web of manipulation as you yearn to discover the man behind the monster.

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Masterlist ! | Chapter Two ! | Chapter Three !

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CHAPTER ONE:

WARNINGS: Some language ! Please, read with caution !

YOU took a deep breath in through your nose as your boots hit the polished floor of the Finalizer. Everything was so sleek and clean, but you hadn't really expected anything less from the First Order. You'd imagined that the docking bay would be void of color, but you were surprised by the pops of red you found around the ship, even if they were few and far between. Being here was very different from your vibrant home planet, Naboo. You'd surely miss the sunsets and sunrises.

You'd been pulled from your daze as you heard your name called; you turned to face two stormtroopers. Every soldier here was the same: white suit, body completely covered, and blasters in hand. You knew that they were just disposable, but your curiosity was spiked at the thought of an actual person being under all of that.

"Ma'am, we're here to escort you to the medical wing where your office will be." The one on the right had said in a very deep, robot-like voice.

"Damn, being here is going to be such a bitch if they all sound like that. Not to mention I don't even get to see any of their faces," You'd thought to yourself as you allowed them to step in front of you.

The left one extended his arm in front of his armor-clad body and spoke, "If you'll just follow us, you can set up your office."

You blinked as you tried to figure out where his eyes would be placed underneath his dark visor, "Of course, let me just grab my things."

You bent your knees to reach beside you where your bag with all your dental tools was set. You let out a sigh as you heaved the bag up to your side. Surprisingly, all the tools jam-packed together were extremely heavy, even though many of them looked feather-light. The troopers waited in front of you as you situated the weight of the bag in your right hand.

You nodded your head curtly at them, "I'm ready when you are, Gentleman." At least you hoped they were gentlemen, the First Order didn't seem like a place that allowed women to be in a position of power. You'd been extremely surprised you'd gotten this job, even though you had been one of the best trainees at the academy.

Your boots echoed against the walls of a nearly empty hallway as you looked around once again. Unsurprisingly, there was much less color to be found outside of the docking bay; the pops of red began to become almost nonexistent as you made your way to the medical wing. Though this didn't seem like a very happy, go-lucky place, would it really kill them to decorate a little?

The two troopers in front of you took a sharp turn to their right and you were caught off guard. You huffed and quickly corrected your direction to continue following them. Everything they did, down to walking, was completely composed and ordered. It was so strange, watching bonafide killing machines walk in such a composed way. The people of Naboo had been completely different. While they all held a certain grace to their gait, there was still personality to be found in each and every one of them. These armor-clad people were devoid of it all.

Few people lingered in the hallway you three were walking down, but most of the ones who did weren't wearing any stupid-looking helmets. "Thank God, some of these people have faces. I don't know how they expect me to treat them if I can't see their mouths." You'd been concerned about that since you heard where you would be stationed. You knew that no working stormtroopers were able to remove their helmets outside of their quarters.

You hadn't known much about the First Order, just that they'd come into complete power since the Jedi were wiped out. The fall of Starkiller had almost completely crippled them, but somehow they were able to pull themselves out of it. You guessed it had something to do with the man in the mask, Supreme Leader Ren. There had been rumors that had floated through the Galaxy about him killing his mentor and Supreme Leader, Snoke, as well as Rey, the Last Jedi. She had helped him defeat Snoke's guards and in return, he offered her his hand. When she had refused, Ren had struck her down where she stood. You didn't know how true these rumors were, but by the looks of everything, you certainly wouldn't be surprised to find Commander Ren behind it all. He seems like he has more than a few screws loose.

The stormtroopers had stopped in front of you while you were lost in thought and you accidentally collided with the hard backs of both of them. You yelped and quickly backed away and righted yourself.

You stuttered as your nerves kicked in, "I'm so sorry, I really wasn't paying attention to my surroundings at all!"

You heard what you could've sworn was a huff of quiet laughter coming from one of them, "That's quite alright, ma'am. No harm was done."

A blush rose to the tops of your cheeks as you clasped your hands behind you back, "Still, I'm very sorry. I'll pay extreme attention to detail next time."

"Of course. Would you like to see your work area?"

A puzzled look crossed your face as you momentarily forgot that you were here to do a job, "Huh?"

"Your working quarters, ma'am?" One said as he knocked on the door behind him.

"Oh!" You exclaimed, "Of course, I'm being extremely forgetful right now."

Neither one spoke to you as they keyed in the code for the door and waited for it to slide open. You cussed under your breath, "Really? You've only just got here and you're already making a fool of yourself. Spectacular job."

You quickly followed them through the doors as you eyed the medical wing of the ship. The smell of heavy antiseptic and bleach reached your nose as you crossed the doorframe. The black floor gleamed under the harsh overhead lights as you winced. It was so surprisingly bright in here.

You could see nurses and doctors bustling in and out of patient rooms holding clipboards and medicine. They must do individual rooms for privacy reasons, especially since no stormtrooper is able to remove their helmets.

You stopped a short distance behind your two escorts with a sigh of relief, "Thank fuck I didn't run into them again."

Your relief was cut short as one turned and spoke up, "This is where all your appointments will take place. A higher up will be here tomorrow morning at 0600 to inform you of the rules that pertain to your job." You nodded along as the other one quickly keyed in the password for the door. "The key code is 55784, do not forget that."

"55784, you'd have to repeat that in your head continuously and write it down once you reached your room in order to remember that," That very thought panicked you to no end. You really didn't want to forget that code and you certainly didn't want to find out what happened when you told someone you'd forgotten that code. They didn't seem like the friendly, forgiving type here.

You sucked in a quick breath as the doors opened and the troopers parted for you to enter. Everything was painted in a sleek shade of black and extremely polished and clean. You saw all your expensive dental equipment gathered around a black, leather chair. It all looked to be of high quality and especially expensive. You didn't know why you were so shocked that everything looked so high end, considering your employer, but it still caught you off guard somehow.

You walked over to a black, steel sliding tray and quickly set your bag of tools down on it. You guessed you'd have more time to unpack tomorrow after you were informed of every meticulous rule you had to follow aboard the Finalizer.

Behind you, a mechanical throat cleared and you turned your head, "We'd like to escort you to your quarters now."

Your hands left your worn bag as you turned on your heel to follow. As you stepped back into the main medical wing, that door automatically whizzed shut behind you, closing your equipment behind it in a tight seal. The soldiers in front of you began to promptly exit the wing as you followed suit behind them. The sooner you reached your private quarters, the better.

The door to the medical wing quickly shut after you crossed the threshold, locking secrets tightly behind them, away from prying eyes. You followed your escorts down a short hallway to the left and stopped at a tall, black door.

"This will be your private quarters; you have free reign in here, but remember the rules still apply behind closed doors too." You gulped down the stomach acid that rose in your throat at that sentence. "Dear God, what is this place?"

You nodded your head sharply at those words as an eerie feeling settled itself in your stomach, "Will I need a code to enter as well?"

One trooper promptly nodded his head, "The entry code is 77898. Remember that and write it down."

They stepped aside to let you enter the code to your rooms. You wondered if it was going to be just as dark and dull as the rest of the ship was. Your hands shook slightly as you typed 77898 into the keypad next to the door. It flew open and startled you as a gust of wind blew your hair back.

"Remember at 0600 and an officer will be at your office to inform you of rules and guidelines, do not be late. We'll let you get settled in now."

You turned your front to them and nodded, "Thanks so much for the help."

They curtly turned on their feet and walked away from your room. "Really, not even a you're welcome," you frowned. Then again this was a cutthroat military base, you really shouldn't be surprised by their lack of manners.

You turned back to your open room and slowly walked in. The few items and clothes you had were delivered while you were shown your office. The room was dark and you sighed, silently hoping that the few pictures and knick-knacks you had could fix the atmosphere of your room.

There was a small dining room at the very entrance of the space. A dark, polished table sat in the very center, as well as two uncomfortable-looking chairs. You wondered why they had supplied you with two chairs as if you'd have company over any time soon.

A doorway was placed to the right of the table and you slowly walked through. You found a decent sized bedroom on the other side of it. A completely black bed sat in the very middle, encased by two nightstands with two dark lamps placed on top. You walked over and ran your hands over the bedding, it felt extremely comfy.

Placed on the table on the right side of the bed sat a glossy tablet. You picked it up and ran your hands over the top to find the power button. As it turned on a First Order logo popped up; you'd play with this more tomorrow after you got some sleep. You turned it off and set it back down on the table.

To the right of the small closet in the room was a door that you guessed led to the fresher. You ran your hands through your hair as you plopped down on the bed. You figured it was time to unpack a few items so you didn't have to do it later.

You made your way back out to the dining room and pulled open a box. Inside sat a few family pictures and a ratty stuffed porg. You carefully pulled the pictures out and made your way to the bedroom to display them on the bedside tables. Your eyes dampened at the sight of you and your sister lounging in the sun on one of the many grass fields found on Naboo. You knew this move wouldn't be easy, but you didn't expect to start missing your family immediately.

You dabbed under your eyes as you threw the porg on the bed, "Hopefully that'll bring me some damn comfort."

All your clothes were quickly hung up as you grabbed a plain shirt and cotton shorts to sleep in. You made your way into the fresher and quickly showered, knowing you'd have to be up at 0600 tomorrow morning. You dressed quickly and carefully brushed and flossed your teeth, after all, you were literally a dentist.

The door shut behind you as you made your way back to the big bed. Your legs slid under the covers as you laid your body down on the cold, crisp sheets. You rearranged your pillows to be smack dab in the middle of the bed, exactly how you liked to sleep. No one was going to be keeping you company in bed anytime soon anyways.

You moved onto your stomach as both arms slid under the pillow and sighed. You couldn't seem to shake the feeling of danger hovering over you. It followed you off the landing ship and all throughout your tour. You know this was a dangerous place to be stuck, especially with Commander Ren completely running the show now. You'd have no means of escape if danger caught up to you and that very thought unsettled you further.

However, your eyes began to get heavier as time passed. While the eerie feeling hung over you like a cloud, so did thoughts of the mysterious Commander. You didn't want to run into the man, but thoughts of what could be lurking behind his mask lulled you into a restless sleep.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE:

Thank you so much for giving this a read ! I’ll try to update regularly on Fridays/Saturdays ! Feedback is very much appreciated, I love knowing people’s thoughts on my work.

Just one more quick note: THIS WILL BE A DARK FIC ! Kylo’s going to be an asshole, like a serious asshole. Dark/mature themes will be features, so please read with CAUTION ! Please don’t read this if any of the themes make you uncomfortable.

As always, this is a work of FICTION !

- K :) !

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issakillerqueen-blog · 5 years

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Hitch-hiking · Part 1

Hey, guys! This is my first fanfiction, which I inted to divide in a few parts, if you like it and want me to do so, of course. This first part is pretty short and quite boring, sorry about that, promise they will get longer and more interesting. I just didn’t wanna give away too much. Also, sorry if anything is misspelled, don’t hesitate to tell me so I can modify it, my first language isn’t English. Apart from this, I also take requests. So if any of you have any suggestions to write, just tell me! Enjoy and thanks for reading <3

Word count: around 1k

Warning: cursing, alcohol.

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Synopsis: she was always waiting in the same spot, waiting to catch someone’s eye and take her to her destination out of charity, which didn’t always work out the way she’d like. Her routinary life changed with just one look into his deep blue eyes that would take her even further than she ever intended to. Being with him felt like going on a rollercoaster. Filled with ups and downs, no matter how bad or how good they were, she still wanted to experience them with him. But, how much can someone take before they end up breaking down?

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I sat on the back of the bench which I could definitely say it was my property after all the time I had spent there. My best friend stood next to me, holding her hand in the air with her thumb up.

“I can’t believe no one’s stopped yet. We’ve been here for almost an hour!” Audrey exclaimed.

I sighed and took a red lipstick out of my purse. “They love to stare but always pass by” I proceeded to apply it on my lips.

“Y/n... maybe we shouldn’t go” The redhead replied, still with her hand in the air.

I jumped off the bench and stood next to her. “Are you kidding? When we’re finally invited to a decent party, not a weird hippy gathering, you want to give up?”

Audrey didn’t have the chance to say anything; a car had just stopped next to us.

“Hey gorgeous, is there anywhere you want to go?” A man on his late thirties asked.

Audrey poked her head through the car window. “Yes”.

“Hop in, then! You can tell me about it on the way” After hearing that, we took a step foward to get in the car. “Wait, what’s she doing?” Audrey frowned and looked at me, then at the man.

“She’s with me” She answered.

“No, sweetie, I only agreed to take you” He said looking right at me.

“We’re a pack, buddy. Thanks, anyways” She stepped away from the car.

“Your loss” The man said, stepped on the pedal and disappeared. Asshole.

“Whatever, he totally gave away creepy vibes” Audrey rolled her eyes and held my hand. We kept trying to get a ride for another half an hour. It wasn’t like we couldn’t afford a cab, but we definitely shouldn’t. We didn’t have much money saved, just enough to pay rent and food. I lost my job recently and just did occasional favors. Audrey was doing such a big effort to help me; I couldn’t just spend her money on whims. My thoughts were interrupted by the horn of a car. A way older man than the one before had just stopped in front of us. He agreed to take us both without anything in return to the biggest house I had ever been in.

So, there we were. At a luxurious party to which I had no idea how Audrey managed to get us invited to. Our clothing didn’t match the fancy dresses and suits the other guests were wearing. That caused many of them to look at us, some with amused expressions and some with displeased expressions. Of course they made me feel uncomfortable, but I moved on from every single one of them, until my eyes locked with a pair of blue eyes that were staring at me right from the bar. The blond young man was just as well dressed as the others, but wasn’t looking at me the same way. I didn’t notice that Audrey wasn’t by my side anymore until I stopped looking at the guy to look at her. Then I decided to head to the bar, where, unfortunately, he wasn’t anymore. I would have to drink alone.

Four Margaritas later I was starting to feel pretty dizzy and stood on my feet to go find a bathroom so I could splash some cold water on my face and snap back to reality. I had absolutely no fucking idea of where it could be. The house was way too big and it was filled with people. It would be impossible to find it. Exasperated, I let out a sigh.

“Not having fun?” A smooth voice coming from not far away asked. I turned my head to my side to find the blond guy from the bar sitting on a sofa, laid back with his legs spread.

“Don’t you know how to sit properly?” I said raising my eyebrows.

At first he looked shocked from my question, but then his expression relaxed and a smirk formed on his lips. “I guess not” He answered and kept his position just as it was.

I shifted my weight to my right leg and immediately regretted it. Oh boy, I was drunk. “Seems like someone’s had too much to drink, huh?” he asked. Was he mocking me?

“You are not quite right, idiot” I answered. Too bad he was right. Where the hell was Audrey? I hadn't seen her since we got here. I realized he had a concerned expression on his face and was about to say something when someone called out to him. “Rog! Bring your ass over here and entertain your guests!” He hesitated to stand up for a moment, but then he did and gave me a quick smile before disappearing into the crowd.

Later that night, after I went and comeback to hell to find the bathroom, I found Audrey giving it all on the dance floor. We danced the night away.

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The next morning I felt as if a truck had run over me. “Fuck, my head”.

I walked to the kitchen to get something to drink and a painkiller and found a note on the kitchen counter with Audrey’s handwriting. Morning, sunshine. I got a little task for you today. Love you. Was written on the yellow paper followed by an address. I wasn’t in the mood to do anything at all today, but I had to take advantage of every opportunity to earn money I had.

Once again, I was standing right next to the bench, waiting for someone to offer me a ride. I couldn’t believe it when I spotted the man with long blond hair. It seemed as if he had noticed my gaze on him, because seconds later his blue eyes met mine. He let out a small laugh and waved at me from the driver seat on his car. I did the same.

#roger taylor #roger taylor fic #roger #taylor #roger taylor x y/n #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor imagine #queen #bohemian rhapsody #borhrap #queen imagines #Brian May #John Deacon #freddie mercury #hitch-hiking #fanfic #fanfiction #imagine #70s

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apocalyvse · 5 years

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11/11/11

I was tagged by @water-writings <3

1. Do you write fanfictions or original stories and did you ever write fanfiction?

I write (and always have written) both; I actually started writing fanfiction when I was like 10 years old, before I even knew what fanfiction was, and then later discovered that it was a whole thing. For quite a few years now fanfic has been my main thing, but I’ve got a few original things that I’m knuckling down on this year and really enjoying, so we’ll see.

2. Did you ever write your stories in the middle of class instead of paying attention?

Not in the middle of class really, but I did write like half a harry potter au fic sort of thing based off of some rp characters at the end of my year 11/12 exams. The exams were like 3 hours long each, and like, I’m not smart but I am pretty quick at theory stuff so I’d have 1.5-2 hours per exam to fill, and I would never use the note paper for notes. So I’d fold my note paper into 8ths and write reeeeeally really small and fill it all up during my extra exam time. (I still have the sheets of paper if anyone wants to see xD)

3. How many notebooks do you have filled with your writing?

Since somewhere in 2015, I have filled 25 notebooks; not including anything I wrote straight out on a computer, on my phone, on random pieces of paper, or in other notebooks that aren’t included in my numbering system, which I have lmao.

4. What’s your favorite way to write? Notebook, Word Doc, Google Docs?

By hand in notebooks. I used to write in a word doc, and I still use word to type up into and edit it, but I find writing by hand really pushes my word counts up, and forces me to do an initial edit when I type it up, especially with fanfic because I don’t draft fanfic.

5. Do you write by yourself or do you need people writing with you?

I’ve always written alone - most of my friends don’t even know that I write, or don’t write anymore themselves, so it’s just me and myself over here. I was in a writing club at school for a while, and we tried to do a couple projects together, but the group got off course way too easily and nothing really got done, so I prefer to be alone with something I’m really passionate about finishing.

6. Have you ever cowritten with someone?

When I was liiiiiike 12, my friend and I co-wrote a lot of Avatar: The Last Airbender fanfic lmao, which to this day is one of my favourite writing memories. And I co-wrote an entire 50k ‘novel’ with my friend during middle school, which was actually pretty good fun - we traded off chapters and worked together on plot and worldbuilding and actually finished the whole thing. It was horrible (I can’t look at it anymore it’s so cringey), but a good experience to have. I’ve co-written with a few friends online too, with mixed results - nothing that’s ever really gone anywhere though.

7. Who do you bounce ideas off of?

No one lmao. I just throw them into the story and see if they work.

8. Have you ever taken an experience from your life and written it into a story?

Definitely! The most obvious example would probably be the series of short stories I’ve written and posted on this horse racing game I play, Flying For Home, which are sometimes drawn directly from stuff that happens around my workplace in real life, seeing as I work with racehorses in a big stable (the premise of the short stories lmao).

Another example I can think of is, funnily enough, my other horse-related project; a novel called Vertigo, for which I have drawn on a lot of my own personal history and people that I’ve met in my life and thrown it into the mixing pot. It’s a bit of a personal daydream tbh xD Other than those, there’s a little bit of myself in everything I write, I think, though it’s hard to pick out sometimes.

9. Favorite type of music to listen to while you write.

I usually don’t let myself listen to music when I write, but if I do, it’ll be the playlist I inevitably have for the story, turned down very quiet so that it fades into the background - usually just pop and alternative/indie sort of stuff.

10. Have you ever had anyone give you “advice” that hurt you and prevented you from writing for a while?

I don’t think I’ve ever had anything that stopped me from writing, and I’ve certainly never had criticism from outsiders/strangers or whatever (generally people just ignore me). But I do keep my mum at a distance from my writing, as she tends to just push and push me to ‘publish something already’ and gives off the mentality of ‘it’s not worth wasting your time on if it won’t make you money’. She uh...doesn’t know that I have published over 100k of fanfic this year. Lol. She’s only trying to be supportive, in her own way, and I appreciate it, but I just don’t mention it to her very often, because she’s never really ready to listen to my point of view on it.

11. Have you ever had fans of your writing pester to write a certain way?

I don’t have fans xD

And from @starsandstormyseas because you asked good questions and I Want To...

1. Have you ever had an idea that sounded really great in your head, but when you started writing it, came out terrible for whatever reason?

Yesssss, Flicker has gone through 9 versions in 2 years because every time I start it, it just goes very quickly in directions that I don’t want it to and it never feels right. This version I’m working on now is the first time I’ve really liked all the ways I could go with it so hopefully we’re past book 2 blues and back on track.

2. What’s your favorite part in writing a story? The relationships (or shipping), the plot, the worldbuilding, something else?

The like, ‘main’ scenes, the big hitters. The culmination of all the middle bits into that one main plot point. And relationships too, though not romantic persay - I just really enjoy the scenes where two characters will bounce off of each other for like 7 pages of dialogue, whether its enemies, or friends, or romantic.

3. And weird habits you do when writing, or to keep yourself writing?

I write by hand mostly, and I have my own system to mark as I’m going sentences I don’t like, or words that don’t really fit but I couldn’t think of the right one, or facts I’ve made up on the fly that need to be googled. If I just mark down stuff that I want to change later as I go, I find that I set myself free in a way, and I can just move on without getting stuck on a google spiral (also I don’t forget to fix my plot holes later).

4. Do you keep the internet on or off when you write?

On, though it’s very distracting when I’m trying to write straight on my laptop lmao

5. What books, authors, fics, or any media, have heavily influenced your writing style?

I spent a lot of my childhood reading Enid Blyton and authors like her; older books, mostly my mum’s books from when she was a child, and things from my hometown’s very, very outdated library. So they had a huge impact on the way I learnt to write (they also had an impact on the way I talk too, but that’s another story). More recently, the whole tone and way that fanfic in general is written has really influenced me, and I’d like to think I’ve adopted it and made it my own in a good way.

6. What time is the best time to write? Day, night? Morning, evening?

Evening/night; some days, I cannot focus until like 8pm when I go to bed. And then I lose sleep because I’m writing but y’know. For editing/typing up, that’s a late afternoon kind of job.

7. Is there anyone IRL that you let read your work?

I have a group of friends that I’ve known for 8 years now that are allowed to read my work. We used to rp together and all used to write and so we all know how bad we were back in the day xD. One girl from that group has been my friend since kindergarten, so she has always had me shoving handfuls of words in her face. There’s been a few other friends that have read some of my stuff, but not all of it, and the older I get, the less I share.

8. How do you handle negative or unhelpful reviews or critique? Does it impact the way you write?

I’ve never had any negative response, so I don’t know. The silence when you’re 4 chapters deep and no one has reviewed is deafening though.

9. Do you respond to every comment/reply you get? If not, which ones get your attention and why?

I only respond to the long/sincere ones, because I feel like they deserve some encouragement in return for taking the time to really let me know what they thought.

10. Ever gotten weird, unsolicited messages asking to join an RP group or some such because this person apparently read your writing (but probably didn’t)?

Hah. Once or twice.

11. What is your favorite platform to post your writing, talk about writing, or anything like that?

My favourite place to post and to read by far is AO3 - but I find the best platform to get feedback on is FF.net. My favourite place to talk about writing is over here on tumblr.

MY QUESTIONS

How do you get yourself to focus on writing?

What’s your favourite thing you’ve ever written?

Tell me about your current WIP.

Do you write for yourself or for an audience?

Do you share your writing with anyone you know in real life?

What’s the nicest comment/review you’ve ever gotten?

What platform do you prefer to post your work on?

Do you plot or pants?

What have you learnt while writing your stories?

Do you remember the first story you ever wrote?

Can you give a spoiler for your WIP?

Tagging (from writer peeps) @converginglives, @pen-in-hand (if you want another one I think mel got you xD), @aethryos, @paper-shield-and-wooden-sword, @siriusguided, @insertpenname-here, @indecentpause, @writing-at-dusk @sillyliterature @anoddconstellationofthoughts @writingtomorrow

#if you join ffh #the referral number is 24 #;)#tag game #nah for real though this was fun

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runningwolf62 · 5 years

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@wardencommanderrodimiss, @pachelbelsheadcanon

This chapter came out wildly different than how I originally planned it. For one Godot originally actually appeared in this chapter. Now it more sets up two things. One is the in story fanfiction chapter Larry writes. More importantly it sets up Ace Attorney Investigations.

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Wolfman?

You awake?

- I was about to head to bed

Oh. Sorry.

- Hey if you need something just say so

Yeah I just… I had a morning.

- You okay Stripes?

I will be?

Mostly I wanted to talk to you but I didn’t want you to wake up to a wall of text from me and freak out.

- I appreciate that

- But I’m awake and ready to meme about Warrior Cats so what’s up

Hit me with those hot memes cat meme man.

- Ah one order for the dankest of memes

- Demon voice “Due to personal reasons I will be assisting SpiritClan through this crisis”

Okay that should not have made me laugh.

- Happy to provide services

- So what’s bothering you

I went to see the guy who killed Elise today.

- Why?

- Ah this is the wall of text part

Look there’s a lot to explain!

I went with a friend. She’s Elise’s daughter and wanted to talk things out with him because it turns out he’s her dead sister’s boyfriend who just got out of a coma and helped Elise do all this protect her from an inheritance fraud? Scheme? Her aunt, Elise’s sister, wanted to kill her.

- That was a lot to explain

Yeah.

- How did it go

I don’t know?

I feel better? I kind of yelled at him, because he put shit on me and my friend Nick about it was our job to protect Elise’s daughter like that’s some bullshit!

- Mmm Misogyny and Misplaced blame

Thank you! But yeah, he mostly hates himself and I think a lot of it was guilt about himself. My next fanfic chapter is going to be a mess.

- Oh?

Some people??? Write warrior cats fanfic??? To cope???

- And you’re valid Stripes

Thanks. Just, there’s a lot to work though.

- It’s not your fault

- I don’t know if you need to hear that but if you do none of it is your fault

I think I did. That means a lot to me.

- What I’m here for

Is it wrong to be angry?

- No

But at Elise?

- No

- Okay I’ll prompt you, why are you angry at Elise

Because she could’ve avoided all of this!

I get it, I do! She was ashamed to face her daughter or whatever! But she could’ve asked me, she could’ve called her, she could’ve done anything other than contact her not quite son-in-law to make this overly complicated scheme to protect her daughter without ever speaking to her!

- The pack that runs together, stays together

What?

- Just some wisdom, namely that she shouldn’t have tried to do this on her own

And he went along with it! Like hell he put the idea forward in some regards and Jesus dude! Go to therapy and call the cops! Work out your own damn issues about your murdered girlfriend don’t become a prosecutor just to be a massive dick!

- You can’t trust prosecuting attorneys

Hey! One of my friends is one!

- Stripes I’m not gonna fight you on this

I mean you might have a point though, he’s like the only not corrupt one in this city.

He’s trying!

- Okay okay maybe I should meet him

Maybe you should! He’d show you!

- Fired up aren’t you

I’m just upset and I don’t, fuck.

I might need a therapist.

- Not a bad plan

- Probably a better one than yelling at convicted murders

Hey he was in jail. There were guards. I was fine.

- You better be or he’d have felt my fangs

From whatever part of Europe you’re in?

- I’m allowed to bring my fangs on a plane

“And if you touch me my European werewolf friend will absolute kick your ass!”

- You are free to use me as a threat against people

You… you should probably be heading to bed.

- I’m in bed just on my phone

- So what did he say

Who?

Oh.

He spouted some bullshit like ‘life isn’t fair’ and I called him out on that because no, life isn’t fair but he doesn’t have to deal with the consequences.

- …

Look I know going to jail is a consequence for murder but like-

We have to put our lives back together! They get to walk away, get put away, they don’t have to clean up the mess you know? I have to rebuild everything and Maya, she lost almost all her family and can’t even grieve ‘cause she’s basically had to adopt her ten year old cousin and I’m flailing wildly in in anger and bargaining and it fucking sucks! He gets to go to jail and like, feel very guilty which he was doing anyway! I have to figure out what it means to lose a mentor I hardly knew and have a life I was starting to build utterly destroyed as collateral to a plan that wasn’t necessary in the first place!

… Fuck I do need that therapist.

You still awake?

- Of course

Sorry to dump all this on you.

- You’re not dumping anything on me Stripes

- I’d have told you no if I couldn’t handle it

- Plus it looks like you just need to vent

Kind of? I also would love advice if you have any.

- Grieve. Let yourself hurt. Wounds hurt, they heal and scar over and then fade but that takes years and months and treatment

- Right now it hurts and that’s fine

- You can both miss and be angry at Elise

That’s pretty wise.

- I try

- Now take what she taught you and use it

- Publish that book, use those contacts, make something of yourself, she’s gone but you’re not

- And get a damn therapist

Larry startles away from his computer by a knock at the door, he whirls to see Edgeworth standing in the doorway, Pess at his heels.

“Hey,” Larry’s voice is rough ‘cause he’s been crying as he types to WolfDragon but it’s helping to talk this out.

Edgeworth takes in everything and nods, “I wanted to be sure you were alright. Wright said the jail visit was hard on you and Maya.”

“Yeah.” Least of which because Larry remembered being in jail after Cindy’s death. He rubs at his face, “just kinda, writing things out.”

Edgeworth steps into the room and Larry tenses, that’s too much, he’s crossed a threshold and that means he wants to talk. Edgeworth sits on the edge of the guest bed and Larry glances over at his screen.

- I’m sorry Stripes I have to go to sleep

He holds up one finger to Edgeworth and sends back a quick reply.

Good night! And thanks for everything!

Then he wipes his face again, takes a deep breath and turns around to face Edgeworth.

“So, what’s up, Edgy?”

Edgeworth makes a strange noise at that, “are you…”

“I’ll be fine,” he knows he looks like shit, he’s an ugly crier.

Edgeworth stares at him, Larry clicks his tongue and calls Pess over to rub the good girl’s ears.

“I mean it okay? Like yeah, it was rough and I might’ve yelled at Godot, Diego, whoever the hell he calls himself, and maybe Mia a little too for leaving me and Maya to clean all this up but I’m gonna be okay.” He swallows hard, “I promise.”

“Alright.” Edgeworth accepts that, “I came in to tell you that I have a trip coming up, I’m going to Europe for two weeks, I won’t be back until the twelfth of March.”

Larry can see where this is going and nods, “alright. I think I’ve got a lease set up-“

“If you don’t you can stay here,” Edgeworth cuts in, “in fact I’d rather appreciate if you did.”

Oh. Well Larry was wrong then, “you would?”

“Yes, you can apartment and dog sit for me while continuing to get back on your feet.” Edgeworth looks pointedly to where Pess is shoving her face into Larry’s leg. “The only rules would be that you take care of Pess and no having women over.”

“Oh, trust me I’m not planning on dating!” Larry holds his hands up and then goes back to petting Pess, and he’s got the social skills to not bring someone over to Edgeworth’s apartment even if he was, “uh, one thing though. Do you have a card for your therapist? Once I get a job and insurance, I’d kind of like to see them myself. Or if they know someone.”

Edgeworth pauses and nods, “I can get you a card for their office, if you need someone to help pay for sessions-“

“Dude you’ve done enough,” Larry cuts in and rubs Pess’s ears, “like seriously.”

Edgeworth considers it and nods slowly, “alright. Just don’t hesitate to text or call me if you need anything.”

“Oh, will you charter a private jet for me too?” Larry teases and Edgeworth shoots him such a dirty look that Larry can’t help but laugh. Pess gives a soft huff and trots back over to Edgeworth, who rubs her between the ears.

“I think I might get a cat or something,” Larry admits, Edgeworth looks to him and he shrugs, “Pess has made me want some kind of emotional support animal.”

“I do recommend it,” Edgeworth smiles down at the dog who wags her tail happily at him, “it’s harder to stay in bed when there’s someone depending on you.”

“And less responsibility than a kid.”

“Quite true.” Edgeworth gets to his feet, “good luck on your… writing then.”

“I think I need a glass of water, so I’ll just follow you out,” Larry admits, getting to his feet, “but then I’m gonna write some more.” He has a fanfic to update after all.

#Larry Writes Warrior Cats #God I tried but Godot fought me so bitterly that I couldn't write it #Which sucks #But I really wanna get to AAI #SO OFF WE GO

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themagiciansreccenter · 5 years

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Author Spotlight: @shmazarov/ lazarov

Every week we interview a writer from The Magicians fandom. If you would like to be interviewed or you want to nominate a writer, get in touch via our ask box.

First things first, tell us a little about yourself.

I'm in my late 20s, Canadian. I've spent more of my life writing fic than not, and tend to flit around from fandom to fandom.

How long have you been writing for?

The oldest fic on my semi-defunct ff.net account dates back to 2006 - so at least 13 years, although I posted plenty of misguided LiveJournal fanfiction long before that.

What inspired you to start writing for The Magicians?

I was originally a book fan, although when the books were coming out there wasn't much of an online fandom. Truth be told, it took me a long time to warm up to the show - but once I did, I found that the TV versions of the characters inspired a lot of fic ideas.

Who is/are your favourite character(s) to write? What it is about them that makes them your favourite?

Quentin! Always. I really enjoy the way his jumbled, speedy thought patterns and self-consciousness translate into the way he speaks, and I think it's fascinating to explore the ways in which he subverts the White Male Hero trope by never quite managing to be the hero in his (or anyone's) story. Quentin Coldwater is deeply misunderstood and I would fight a bear for him.

Do you have a preference for a particular season/point in time to write about?

Not really, except for being fond of the Mosaic timeline (because I am human). Otherwise, I usually write as if canon is an inconvenience.

Are you working on anything right now? Care to give us an idea about it?

For the Magicians fandom, I am slowly picking away at a multi-part Queliot angst fic that is dear to my heart as well as something new, current-season oriented and (surprisingly) canon-compliant. Who knew I had it in me? For other fandoms, I am perpetually working on a Daredevil fic that is well over 60,000 words and has been ongoing since 2015. It is my white whale. I also, naturally, have not even gotten around to watching the newest season of Daredevil in keeping with my tradition of treating canon as more of a suggestion than an imperative.

How long is your “to do list”?

Not that long! My to do list is limited strictly to the stuff I'm actively working on right now. I have dozens of little prompts-to-self saved in my Google Docs drive, but I tend to write them and tuck them away, forgetting them until I can rediscover them with fresh eyes. I never think of them as "to dos" so much as "maybe somedays."

What is your favourite fic that you’ve written for The Magicians? Why?

I love Other People very much.

Many writers have a fic that they are passionate about that doesn’t get the reception from the fandom that they hoped for. Do you have a fic you would like more people to read and appreciate?

It never surprises me when things I write don't get much traction, because I have a tendency to write niche tropes or stuff that I personally want to read! However - I do think One and the Same is good and affecting and has kind of snuck under the radar. I like that one, and I'm going to keep adding to it (because I like it so much and because, as above, I am a sucker for the Mosaic timeline).

What is your writing process like? Do you have any traditions or superstitions that you like to stick to when you’re writing?

My writing process is GARBAGE! It's garbage. I am needy, and lazy, and terrible at self-motivating. I'm disorganized and hard on myself. I almost never have the help of betas, because I feel a silly but overwhelming sense of guilt asking people for help. With that said, I am always extremely proud of myself for Doing the Damn Thing when I do write.

My personal weird thing is writing on my computer, then always doing my edit read-throughs on my phone. Something about the smaller screen and different font focuses my brain and helps me read my own writing more objectively. I also tend to pick a song, or an album, to listen to on repeat every time I work on a fic or a chapter of. It focuses my scattered brain and helps me write toward a specific mood.

Do you write while the seasons are airing or do you prefer to wait for hiatus? How does the ongoing development of the canon influence and inspire your writing process?

I love writing during seasons because it means people are READING. The spike in feedback that happens during seasons is incredible and so gratifying. Plus, I'm desperate for attention at all times and want those comments and kudos like Mardi Gras beads, obviously. Canon, as always, is optional. Especially in this fandom! Who needs fandom when you have timelines?

What has been the most challenging fic for you to write?

In the Magicians fandom, the most recent chapter of Stories We Tell kicked my ass. I am always trying to improve my visualization and descriptive imagery, and that was a real test for me. I'm not great at it yet, but I'm glad I challenged myself with that one and look forward to doing it even more.

Are there any themes or tropes that you like particularly like to explore in your writing?

So much angst. Sorry guys, it's free therapy? I can get self-conscious about the fact that I barely ever write fluff, but I have a really hard time getting inspired by anything other than misery.

Somebody's gotta do it.

Are there any writers that inspire your work? Fanfiction or otherwise?

Fanfiction : @greywash, obviously @sashayed and Lady Jaida are like, the pinnacle??? of fic writing, @longnationalnightmare, @afterism, @refusals... there are so many.

What are you currently reading? Fanfiction or otherwise?

I haven't had time to read or keep up with much fic lately, but semi-recent greats include colour all the squares by @afterism and spring sooner than the lark by @greywash!

What is the most valuable piece of writing advice you’ve ever been given?

"Your writing is incomprehensible." - a TA who gave me an extremely sub-par mark and made me realize that sometimes people are just going to hate your writing, and that's ok.

"When you write a story, you're telling yourself the story. When you rewrite, your main job is taking out all the things that are not the story." - that one is Stephen King, but I would like to pretend it was advice given to me, because I cherish it.

Are there any words or phrases you worry about overusing in your work?

I can't think of any offhand, but I would pay someone to hit me with a rigid stick every time I use a cliche in my writing.

What was the first fanfic that you wrote? Do you still have access to it?

I have vague memories of terrible The 10th Kingdom fanfiction. It doesn't exist anymore, sadly/thankfully - but now I am feeling nostalgic and digging through the old 10th Kingdom Angelfire archive, right this second. Be still my heart.

Rapidfire Round!

Self-edit or Beta?

Self-edit, because I am too shy and full of shame to ask for help. It's not a virtue.

Comments or Kudos/Reblogs or Likes?

COMMENTS. Comments are the thing that bring me more joy than, well, many other things that probably should give me a lot of joy. Comments keep my heart full.

Smut, Fluff or Angst?

As if it's even a competition -- ANGST. Always angst. Angst always.

Quick & Dirty or Slow Burn?

Slow burn. Particularly involving difficult and meandering conversations and shrouded looks.

Favourite Season?

Season One

Favourite Epiosde?

I truly cannot decide.

Favourite Book?

The Magicians Land

Three favourite words?

softly / petrichor / idyllic

Want to be interviewed for our author spotlight? Get in touch here.

#The Magicians #the magicians rec center #author spotlight #author: lazarov #author spotlight: lazarov #fanfiction

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strwbrryeos · 6 years

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Close Quarters 01 (M)

SUMMARY; You are a translator for Bangtan, the only translator, actually, because of your fluency is so many languages. You work closely and directly with the group when they’re abroad, helping to tutor and prepare them for the interactions they’re bound to face. Being the only translator, you don’t get a lot of free time. BigHit makes up for it by paying you wonderfully, but BTS has other ideas on how to make it up to you.

Genre : Smut, fluff, au, fiction, fanfiction, series

Pairing : Reader x OT7⎥Reader x Kim Namjoon

Contains : Smut, so much smut, little bit of fluff too, daddy kink, daddy!Namjoon, cum-shot, unprotected sex, rough sex, begging, orgasm denial, praise kink, blowjob, overstimulation

MASTER LIST⎥NEXT

You worked hard for the position you had now, being a translator. You only grew up speaking one language, but you found yourself so fascinated that almost all of middle and high school was devoted to learning as many languages as you could. Your services were sought after almost as soon as you finished college.

Needless to say, you were successful.

And now here you stood, a translator for BTS - one of the biggest bands in the world - and you were loving every second of it. It was a demanding job, to say the least. Because of their busy schedules, you hardly had time to make it home or take breaks. It was easier for them because you were one person - they only needed one person to speak all these languages for them when they visited other places. They used to have one for each.

BigHit compensated you greatly, of course, knowing full well that you didn’t get nearly as much free time as their other translators did. It would’ve been unbearable if the people you worked for were bad, but they were angels.

Each of them full of energy and kind, they made it worth your while to be working for them. Today you sat beside Namjoon, hoping to give the boys a quick rundown of English before their next interview. It was their first day in America.

“You’ll probably be asked generic questions,” you explained. “You know, what’s inspired your music, your favorite songs... stuff like that. Obviously Joon will be able to translate for you, but it’s good to know English responses, yeah?”

Taehyung nodded eagerly. “I’ve been practicing,” he said.

“Great! Say I ask you: how do you write your music? How would you reply? In English, please.”

“Erm,” he began, looking to Namjoon for help but only getting an encouraging smile back. “I write dreams...”

“You write what you dream?” you asked him. He nodded enthusiastically, glad he got his point across. “Good job,” you said, smiling at him. “Try saying it like this...”

You spent the next hour with Namjoon teaching them as best you could before the staff knocked on the door, indicating that it was time to go. “Thanks for your help, Y/N,” Namjoon said, his hand grazing your arm. You pretended not to notice the contact.

“Of course.”

“You’re still coming though, right?” asked Jimin. You nodded.

“Of course. I’ll ride in the second car.”

“Why don’t you ride with us?”

“I always ride in the second car.”

“Yeah but-”

“It’s where the staff goes, right?” you asked, flashing him a smile and slipping past him. “I’ll be right down.”

You made your way to your hotel room, changing quickly. “Need help?” a voice said from behind you, making you jump.

“Shit! Joon! Geez, you scared me.”

“Sorry,” he laughed, taking a place on your bed.

“What are you doing?” you asked him. “Shouldn’t you be downstairs already?”

“We’re waiting for you, so I thought I should come along and maybe speed up the process.”

You laughed at him. “Thanks, but what are you gonna do? Dress for me?”

“If you want,” he said. With your back turned to him, you didn’t see the dark look that flashed across his eyes.

“Namjoon-ah!”

He laughed, really enjoying the flustered state he put you in. He got up, laying an arm over your shoulders as the two of you walked out of the room. “Thanks for helping me out today,” he whispered to you.

You shivered at his voice in your ear. Why was he talking so close? “S-Sure. It’s my job,” you laughed, trying to play it off.

“C’mon, babe. Let’s go.”

Babe?

The interview went off without a hitch, everyone quite pleased with the end result, and the boys were particularly proud of themselves. Their English had improved so much. “How’d we do?” Jungkook he asked.

You smiled brightly. “You guys were great! You didn’t need me at all! I better start looking for another job,” you joked. None of them seemed to find it that funny.

“Definitely not!” exclaimed Taehyung. “What would we do without our favorite translator?”

“What about Joonie?” you asked.

“He’s not as fun,” Hoseok whined.

“Yah! I’m right here!” Namjoon exclaimed. You laughed at them as the staff ushered them into their car, you making your way to the one behind.

When finally got back to the hotel, you flopped down on your bed, exhausted. It had been a long day. Sometimes you wondered how they boys had been doing this so long, and how they hadn’t gotten sick of it yet.

Knock. Knock.

You raised your head towards the door, not really feeling like getting up at all. “It’s open,” you said. In walked Namjoon, closing and locking the door behind him. You didn’t pay attention, instead opting to lay back down on the mattress. “What’s up?” you asked as he sat himself beside you.

“I just wanted to thank you for helping out. English is hard.”

“Why do you keep thanking me? It’s literally my job.”

“Yeah, but I know it must be hard, too. Our schedules aren’t exactly the easiest to work with.”

You shrugged. “It’s not like I have anyone waiting for me at home when I’m away for this long. It’s fine.”

“Really?”

“Really, it’s fine.”

“No- I mean, like, fuck. You don’t have anyone waiting at home?”

This time you sat up. “No, why would I?”

“Well, I don’t know, it’s just surprising. Someone like you, you know.”

“No I don’t know,” you laughed. “What’s going on, Joon?”

“I’m just surprised you don’t have a boyfriend -” he hesitated, “or girlfriend?”

You really couldn’t stop yourself from laughing this time. “Namjoon-ah, why are you being so awkward? Like I said, I don’t have anyone. It’d be unfair to ask that of someone when I’m literally never around.”

“You’re around us,” he pointed out.

“Ah, that’s different. You’re the same as me. Although you’re also obligated to not date by a contract.”

Namjoon frowned. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“Is there something you needed?” you asked in an attempt to change the subject. He hesitated for a second. “What’s up with you?”

“I just wanted to thank you,” he said, repeating himself. “Seriously, Namjoon, what’s up with you? You keep saying thank you and you’ve been acting weird.”

“I, uh-” He shifted uncomfortably. “Promise you won’t judge me, okay?”

“C’mon, Joon. How long have I known you? We may work together, but we’re friends, too.”

“Ah, it’s just...”

“Namjoonie,” you whined. “Tell me. As friends.”

“As friends,” he repeated.

“Yes, as friends.”

“I... I don’t know, okay? It’s just... It’s like you said. We’re never around. Our schedules are crazy... We’re only around each other, and...”

“And?”

“I guess I’m just frustrated.”

“Frustrated?” you repeated, not understanding what he was trying to say.

He sighed heavily, like he was having a major internal battle. “Yeah, frustrated. And you’re the only... available... person around.”

The gears in your head were finally clicking. Despite how smart you were, it amused Namjoon how slow you could be. “Oh... oh. Namjoon I-”

“I know, I’m sorry. I think that’s why I’ve been acting weird lately. I should probably just go,” he said, getting up to leave.

“Namjoon, wait,” you said, grabbing onto his arm. “Don’t leave yet.”

“Why not?”

“Well I’d really hate to be the cause of your stress... We work so close together. Wouldn’t you rather we talked it out?”

He sat back, looking uncertain. “I’m not sure it’s something you want to hear...”

“C’mon,” you said, stroking his thigh without much thought, “You made it this far. If you get it out in the open, you’ll feel better, right?”

“I guess...” he said, grabbing your hand and placing it away from him. “But you’re gonna have to not stroke me while I talk.”

“Oh, uh, sorry.” You hoped he wouldn’t notice your heavy blush. He did.

“Okay.” He took a deep breath. “Here we go.”

“I don’t think you realize the effect you have on us,” he started. Us? “You’re right, BigHit doesn’t want us dating, and so it’s really hard to find anyone around that we find attractive. But, fuck, you’re all there. You’re smart, you’re beautiful, you’re funny, you’re fun to be around. You’re just a great person all around. And then, I mean, how can you expect us not to notice you? With your habit of licking your lips... the way you roll your head back when you’re particularly tired... and when you come back from your morning runs and you’re sweating and breathing heavy I just-” he paused, shifting and trying to calm himself down a bit.

You’re not sure what you expected, but it certainly wasn’t that. And every time he said “us” you couldn’t help but get a little bit excited.

“There’s just so much I would do to you,” he said to no one in particular, his eyes hazy with lust as he averted your gaze.

“Joon,” you whispered, putting your hand back on his thigh. “Like what?”

His eyes snapped back into focus as he looked at you. “What?”

“What would you to do me?” He gulped at your question, and you were very aware of how his body was responding to you. “Remember when you said you wanted to thank me?” You moved your body onto his lap. You’d never seen yourself be so brazen before, but having him this close to you, having him at your mercy like this, they way he spoke, everything was getting to you.

“Call me daddy,” he instructed before putting his lips on you harshly and fully.

“Fuck, Joonie,” you moaned into his mouth. He laid a hard smack on your ass.

“What did I just say?”

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you whined.

“Take this off,” he instructed, playing with the hem of your shirt. You obliged, but being the little tease you are, you took it off slowly. “Off,” he commanded. You obeyed, eager to see what else he had planned for you. He played a bit with your bra strap before ordering you to take that off, too. You sat on his lap with your chest exposed to him. He flicked and pinched your nipples, rolling them between his fingers until you were squirming. You whined. “What is it, babygirl?”

“Daddy, I want more.”

“More what?”

“More anything. I need more.”

“You’re gonna have to do better than that, baby,” Namjoon said with a smirk. You blushed. You’ve never had to beg before, but for Namjoon you were willing.

“Please, Daddy,” you whined, grinding down on his crotch. “Please fuck me. Fuck me hard, please.”

“Is that what you want babygirl? You want Daddy to fuck you?” You nodded eagerly. He shrugged. “You’ll have to wait.”

“W-What?”

“Get down on your knees,” he ordered. “You know what to do.”

You did as you were told, playing with the buckle of his jeans a bit before a low growl told you to hurry up. You pulled his throbbing cock out of his jeans and salivated at the sight. Without further hesitation, you put the tip into your mouth and started pushing him in more slowly. “Fuck, that’s it babygirl. Good girl.” You stopped when he was about halfway in your mouth, but he kept pushing. “You can take all of it baby - fuck, yes - just like that. See? Good girl.”

You did this several times, somehow managing to get him all the way in your mouth before releasing him to take a deep breath. As you put him into you again, he grabbed a hold of your head and starting fucking gently. “Yes, shit, good job, baby. You’re doing so good.”

His words of praise you kept you going until he was finally rolling his head back and letting out a deep moan. “Shit, Y/N...”

Namjoon came into your mouth, and you kept sucking as he came, swallowing his hot cum. The action had you absolutely soaking.

You finally released him, gripping his thighs for support as you caught you breath, and the sight of you had him getting hard again.

“Get up, babygirl.”

You obeyed, standing up in front of him. He pulled down your skirt and panties at once and rubbed two fingers between your folds. “Damn baby. You’re so wet.”

“For you, Daddy.”

“What a good girl.” There he was making you blush for him. He slipped off his shirt and leaned back on the bed. “Come here and ride me, babygirl.”

Finally.

You got up and straddled him like you had before, grabbing his cock and stroking it gently. You tapped it twice against your thigh before slowly sliding it into you. “M’fuck...” you whimpered.

“Ah, fuck,” Namjoon groaned as you bottomed out, throwing his head back. “Shit, baby, ride me. Fuck yourself on my cock.”

You did as you were told, bouncing up and down at a pace that had the both of you moaning like crazy. You’re sure you could be heard from 10 miles away, and it vaguely occurred to you that you weren’t in the privacy of your own home, but a hotel room. The thought slipped away, though, as Namjoon flipped you over, climbing on top of you and putting one of your legs over his shoulder so that he could access you at a better angle.

“Daddy!” you gasped as he hit your g-spot.

“Feel good, babygirl?”

“Yes!”

“Are you gonna cum?”

“Yes!”

“Hold it,” he commanded.

“W-What?”

“You heard me,” he growled. You whined. There’s no way you’d be able to, and Namjoon was honestly asking for you to disobey him because he dropped his face down to your neck, assaulting your weakest spots with his tongue. His free hand came to play with your clit as he fucked you relentlessly.

“D-Daddy! I can’t! I need to c-cum... Ah-Ah, please!”

“I said no.”

“But-”

“I said no.”

And as he fucked into you even harder you were nearly sobbing because you couldn’t take the pleasure, and the pace at which he fucked you without an orgasm had overstimulation coursing through your body.

“Daddy, please!”

As his breathing quickened and his pace faltered slightly, he gave you the okay, and you released without hesitation. Your orgasm hit you so hard you were seeing stars, and the clenching of your walls was enough to drive Namjoon to his own orgasm. “Shit!” he exclaimed, pulling out of you and painting your belly white.

And then you blacked out.

“Yah, Y/N! Wake up!”

Namjoon shook you gently but firmly, and for a second you were slightly confused as to why his naked figure was kneeled over you like that. Oh.

“Shit. Did I pass out?” you asked.

“Only for a minute,” he replied. “Here’s some water, though.”

“Oh, thanks,” you said, sipping it gratefully. Namjoon laid down beside you, breathing heavily. The two of you didn’t say anything, and the awkward tension lay thick between you.

“Um-” you both started at the same time.

“You first,” you said.

“I just hope this doesn’t ruin our friendship. Or our professional relationship.”

You shook your head. “’Course not. Just friends helping out friends, right?”

“Well if that’s the case, you know you have six other friends who’d like help too, right?”

You sat up as you felt Joon’s cum starting to dry up on you. “Hm, maybe. But first, how about you help me in the shower?”

He slapped your ass as you got up. “Gladly.”

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Rules to Live By: Chapter 3

Axel’s Construction and Repair is the oldest and most successful construction company in Arcadia. People assume it is because of their excellent staff and attentive care of their employees. It isn’t. Those factors are important of course but the real reason they’ve lasted this long is the three rules everyone in the company abides by.

Fanfiction - AO3

Rule Number 1: If you see something strange do not acknowledge it or investigate.

“Come on! Ya have to have noticed something by now!”

Duke leans away as particles of John’s lunch spray from his mouth. His nose wrinkles in disgust.

“Please don’t speak with food in your mouth.”

Honestly! Duke’s five-year-old has better manners than this grown man.

John rolls his eyes but actually listens for once. He swallows his food, takes a big gulp of water, and slams his bottle down on the table with entirely too much force. Duke wonders why he’s eating with him. He usually eats with Marisol these days. She’s nice and they have a great time swapping pictures and stories about their kids.

“Seriously… am I the only one who notices how strange this place is?”

Right… That was why. Duke can practically feel the people at the surrounding tables listening in. He refrains from heaving a sigh.

“There is nothing strange in Arcadia. You should really quit that dumb conspiracy stuff. It’s bad for you. You might get involved with something dangerous.”

He emphasizes the last word hoping his coworker will get the message, but John, the absolute idiot, sprawls across the table with a dramatic sigh.

“Not you too! Is everyone here deaf and blind?”

No. They just knew how to mind their own business. Duke sighs and finishes his sandwich. He wipes his hands with his napkin as he stands up.

“It was nice talking with you,” He says because it’s polite.

“Yeah… yeah…” John waves him off. “See ya later.”

“…Good bye.”

Samson gives him a sympathetic look as he passes him on his way out. Duke tried. He really did.

It’s Friday morning and Duke has just finished putting his lunch in the mini-fridge when someone knocks at his office door.

“Come in.”

John enters and Duke immediately feels the hair on the back of his neck go up. Something is wrong.

Duke takes a seat behind his desk and puts on his Customer Service Smile. He straightens the picture of his daughters and folds his hands in front of him.

“What can I help you with?”

John puts on a guilty expression; brows furrowed and eyes averted.

“I’d like to put in my two weeks’ notice,” He says.

Duke stills for a moment. So that’s what this is…

Duke takes a slow breath, watching as the man across from him plays with his tie. He recognizes it. It’s crimson silk with a pleasant pattern of fleurs-de-lis across it. John’s girlfriend bought it for him last Valentine’s Day. It used to be his favorite but he hasn’t worn it since they broke up.

“So you’re quitting then,” Duke says carefully. “Any particular reason?”

The man sighs dramatically and rubs the back of his neck.

“I’m just so tired of this small town. It was close enough to L.A. that I thought it’d be great, but it turns out it’s just boring. I need more in my life. You know?”

He grins at Duke. It’s all teeth.

“I see.”

Duke opens a drawer and pulls out a couple forms. He gives them a quick scan and modifies a few lines before sliding them across the table.

“Well, it’s been nice knowing you. I’m going to need you to fill out these forms and then Jason and I will escort you to your cubicle to collect your things.”

The man cocks his head and raises an eyebrow at him.

“Right now? This is just my two weeks’ notice.”

“I know but per company policy you will have your last two weeks off. I think we started that practice so people wouldn’t mess with stuff once they didn’t have to worry about being fired.”

The man chuckles. “Makes sense.”

He signs the papers without reading them as Duke calls Jason to his office. Together they help the man clean out John’s cubical. The other workers watch quietly.

Once everything is done Jason drops back to talk to the receptionist. They appear engrossed in their conversation but Duke knows both are watching. He’s grateful.

Duke holds the door open but does not cross the threshold himself.

“If you find that you’ve forgotten anything let us know and we’ll be sure to get it for you.”

“Of course.”

The man pauses and observes Duke for a moment.

“So what do you think of the stuff I said earlier?” He asks abruptly.

“What stuff?”

“You know… the things in Arcadia?”

He leans a little too close. His eyes reflect the florescent lights strangely. Duke slams down his gut response to step back. He wouldn’t have survived those four years in retail if he showed what he was feeling that easily. He puts on a friendly but dismissive expression and snorts.

“I think you need to stop hitting the bars so late at night.”

“Hey!”

The man is trying to sound offended but Duke can hear that he’s pleased. They both pretend to find the exchange hilarious and laugh. He watches Duke for a moment longer after they stop and then smiles at him in a relaxed manner.

“Thank-you for making this so easy.”

Duke nods, still keeping up his pleasant demeanor. They… It… The Man grins at him again and waves as he strolls off toward John’s red pickup truck. Duke watches until it’s out of sight before returning to his office.

His hands are shaky as he retrieves the small bottle of scotch from the back of his filing cabinet. Normally drinking on the job is against regulations, but there are exceptions. The boss himself gave him this bottle as a gift. He takes a small swig and leans back in the chair with his eyes closed, waiting as the warmth from the alcohol chases away the tenseness in his limbs.

Once he’s a little steadier he reaches out for the pictures of his girls. They’re five and seven now and he loves them more than anything else in this world. He traces their smiling faces with a finger trying to ground himself.

Sometimes he wants to quit this job, to move somewhere far away where people don’t vanish and the monsters lurking in the night are only human, but he doesn’t. He can’t… Not if he wants to send his daughters through collage... He’d be hard pressed to find a job with even close to the benefits and pay this one offers.

There’s a knock on his office door. Duke jolts and looks up. Samson is standing there with a hesitant expression. Duke waves him in. His eyebrows are drawn together but, as he settles in the other chair, he gives Duke a gentle smile.

“How are you doing?”

“…Okay,” Duke says.

It’s a lie and both of them know it, but Samson nods and doesn’t press any farther.

“So what are Natasha and Rylie getting up to these days?”

Duke gives him a grateful look.

“Well Nat has just informed us that she will now be training to be the first space rancher. I knew that watching Star Wars would result in something…” He starts.

As Duke rambles on about his family’s antics he feels himself relax. Maybe there’s something wrong with this town but the people are kind and the area is pleasant. Certain… things… aside he’s quite happy working here. Every job… Every city, comes with its own dangers. Arcadia’s are just a little… unusual.

That’s okay… He’s okay…

As long as he follows the Rules, Duke knows he has nothing to fear…

…

Right?

This particular chapter comes from a theory that when someone gets killed off in Arcadia the changelings temporarily replace them with a polymorph who then moves away from town and fakes their death. It keeps people from getting suspicious or making any connections. (This theory was created by @archaeopter-ace go check them out! Here’s a link to their post (x) )

This is the final chapter of Rules to Live By. I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Let me know what you think!

#Trollhunters #tales of arcadia #trollhunters fanfiction #Outside perspectives on Arcadia #Something's Wrong with Arcadia #Polymorphs #Changelings #My Posts #My Writing #Archaeopter-Ace

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Too Sweet. BTSVampire!au PREQUEL- “Too Bad.”

Genre: Angst/ Fluff/Smut /+18 /Mature themes / Descriptions of blood and…other things/ Supernatural

Biased: You X Vampire!au BTS Type: Vampire!au A/N: Hi guys! This is my first time posting my fanfictions on Tumblr (still trying to figure out how to use tumblr, so I apologize in advance for technical difficulties and troubled reading) Anyway, I’d like to say that I by no means created this story from scratch on my own, this is a disclaimer! I messaged the writer @justoneday-namjoonii (who in fact has become a great friend of mine) for permission to post my version of her amazing story Too Sweet; which you all by the way should read BEFORE reading this! It is f@!%ing amazing!!! READ IT

I had a blast writing this!!!!(Just an FYI)

This is an official continuation of HER story. Again, THIS IS A PREQUAL. You as the reader will not able to understand this prequel without reading @justoneday-namjoonii “Too Sweet.” first.*This prequel updates as the original updates* I had the honor of messaging, converstaitng and more than anything collabortating with her. ~Just a Fan Writer loving on another Fan Writer~

Mkay well lets get going shall we?

Continuation of Part 8 From “Too Sweet” by @justoneday-namjoonii

Written on 12/16/17 Published 1/16/18

As you lay in bed sleep wouldn’t come to you. You thought back on what had happened after Jungkook had fed from you. All the guys told you that almost anyone Jungkook bites into dies because of his hybrid venom, yet here you were healthy, alive and just dandy. Your mind surfed over to when J-hope and Tae had almost devoured you, both feeding from you simultaneously. Your mind did not rest on the different feelings of their bites “Why did Tae’s hurt more than Hobi’s?” ran through your head every ten seconds, even Jungkooks didn’t hurt as bad. You tried justifying it saying because it was a bite in your inner thigh, but it just didn’t settle well in your thoughts. As Jin was in his lab you put on a robe over your PJ’s and walked outside toward the balcony. Your feet stopped in there place as you saw the one person who’s been on your mind all night sitting on the balcony. “You’ll fall, please be careful” you begun to approach him, Tae ignored you and smiled toward the moon, you heard a howl in the distance, Taehyung sighed. “What are you doing up so late y/n? You should be asleep, around this hour your pretty little face is easy bait” he made fun.

“I couldn’t sleep”

“Awww were too busy dreaming of me that you had to come see me?” he laughed jokingly

“Yes actually” the words spilled from your mouth before you realized what exactly you were saying.

“Why are you the only vampire who leaves campus regularly to visit your parents? How come your bites hurt more than the others? Why are you so confident and narky, like you act like nothing you say do affects anyone or anything?” maybe it was because you were tried and the Drugs Jin gave you were kicking in but you couldn’t hold your tongue

“You’re curiosity is a dangerous thing Y/n, it is best you stick to the books you’re reading”

“Tell me about you, I have yet to find or read any books on your bloodline. How come I answer the questions you ask me when I dont want to answer them! How do you force me to tell you the truth”

“The same way Namjoon gets in your head, suga links his thoughts, jimin seduces and deceives, Hoseok inflicts mental disorders, and Jin heals sickness and injury. It is a gift i was born with.”

“Bullshi-”

“Ah ah ah, no foul language at this time of day y/n your still a lady” he teased, intrigued by your questions. “I always give you answers to your questions, the least you can do is answer mine once” you begged, and oh how he liked you begging. He wasn’t one to make deals but he liked this one

“The truth comes with a cost if your willing to pay for it” he tilted his head to the side coyly

“What kind of price are we talking?” he looked you up and down and bit his lip

“No absolutely not! Pervert!” you couldn’t believe it and playfully hit him

“I’m just kidding. How about blood, hm?” he was more serious now, you weren’t feeling well but that was one you were willing to make do with “sure” he gave a quick smile and looked away from you “jin is going to kill me, but it’ll be fun to get under his bones” tae said under his breath

“I wasn’t born a vampire like the others” he smiled slightly to himself as if finding the story he was telling you was hilarious. He pressed his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them, playing with his toes.

“What do you mean?” you stared at him perplexed as how he came to be vampire, more bewildered on the fact that he said “born”. You always thought vampires could turn others into vampires at will, by choice. Well what do you know, you learn something new everyday. You begun to approach sonderly.

“I was born a werewolf.” he said quite frankly still holding onto his feet as looked up at the moon smiling faintly, so bright and full was the moon. The reflection that casted in his eyes captured you, how could someone already so beautiful become even more beautiful simply by looking up. Maybe it was an effect of being a vampire to always leave a human in awe, if that were so I’d said he succeed exceedingly you thought. You took a deep breath and sat closer to him “born a werewolf?” you took a few seconds to contemplate the possibility of how he .. “But how are you a--” he cut you off “A vampire?” you nodded, he placed a hand on your arm circling with his finger the vein to one of your main arteries “I grew up very poor.” he started “My parents moved closer to the city for better jobs to sustain a better income, to help provide us with a better life” his eyes faltered “I was left to live on the farm with my grandma” tae smiled and at the suddenty you had never seen taehyung smile so sincerely since you’ve met him, it was so nostalgic it hurt to look at. “You probably know this by now with all your reading, but being a werewolf is ranked in the lowest class amongst all creatures” his eyes met you “including humans” his eyes narrowed piercing into your very thoughts “ it’s hard to make and find fair pay when no one wants to hire a dog.” he said in almost a spat like tone as his teeth grit thinking of the struggle his mother and father had to endure. “Vampires hated us for humanitarian reasons, witches killed us for our hair, organs, and entirety for elixirs and potions, humans were kind to us until they discovered our sub rosa” his jaw clenching, his hand on your arm squeezing ever so tightly that it felt he could crush your bones at any moment's notice, but he stopped “Life was mundanely pleasant” he said abruptly, his eyes softened moderately wavering. You wanted to ask what he meant by humanitarian reasons, and why he said it so longingly as if his misses it; but with the conversation at this moment of time it wasn’t appropriate. “My grandmother” he put his hand closer to that grin of his “She gave purpose to my life” he looked at you excited “I remember when i was going through puberty and I first changed, I almost ripped off her arms and my grandfather had to school me on just who the alpha male was in this family, yet she loved me anyway. Oh! And how we would pluck the berries and cut down our livestock” he smiled thinking of all the cows, sheep, and pigs they ate. Those are things he can’t stand the taste of now, but the taste will always be embedded in his memory “My grandmother taught me everything, did you know I know how to play the saxophone?”

“Really?” you said surprised, he nodded “She bought me one on my 70th birthday, in dog years of course” he laughed “wolves age faster internally, physically is all up to us. I suppose that was the coolest quirk of being a werewolf; once you reach adulthood you can maintain that outward appearance for as long as you’d like, the downfall is that you can always age when you’d like but never become younger” you were learning a lot about werewolves talking to taehyung, listening to him answer your questions,you realized why you never saw any werewolves in the school and if you did there was only one by the name of Park Bo Gum and he was the football coach. “How i came to be this devilishly handsome blood stucker, that you are ever so curious about” he said as he grabbed ahold your chin and gave a sexy cheeky smile with a wink “happened on the day my grandmother died… and I had finally moved into town with my parents nowhere near her location” his happy attitude diminished, his ora becoming serious “I got a phone call from my grandfather on my way to school, I was excited to be going to a school with actual people. I was happy that abeoji was calling so I could tell him of my excitement, but when the news got related to me, the last thing on my mind was school. In an instant I wanted to kill everything and everyone in front of me out of anger.” his hands shook and tears started to form “I thought how could my birth be any worse than what it already was, and just like that God answered “like this” and i didn’t want to live anymore” you had never seen the always so confident taehyung so vulnerable, tears dripped off his nose “so i sought a witch, I wanted to bring my grandmother back, give her some of my years.” he wiped his nose of tears “werewolves only mate once in their lives, my abeoji would eventually die of grief. I couldn’t afford to loose him too” he glanced back at the moon in a swift moment “so I sought; cavern after cavern, bloodline after bloodline, there was no witch or any supernatural being that could help me!” he shouted at you, you were now struck with pity and fear and sat there like a deer in the headlights as he cupped your face to bring you closer to him. “So I went to the source of death himself” he lowered himself to your ear and whispered “The devil”. You tried to shake your head away; scared, the adrenaline sped through your veins at a miraculous pace but Tae held your face still looking you straight in the eyes, he drew his face and his hands from you maintaining a close distance “So i made a deal with devil.” His eyes darkened at the renvior, “but i should’ve known better than to trust the devil, only a fool would forget his dealing with Adam and Eve. But there I was, in desperate need for anyone to help me” and suddenly he broke into spaced laughter “what good was it to make a deal for it only undoubtedly fail knowingly that the devil always lied.. So i figured I’m already damned anyway; I’ll be the fucking devil himself. A deal unfulfilled was simply just not good enough for me. So I did it, I ate him” you’re eyes widened in fear as you didnt want to believe your ears, but he wasn’t lying he couldn't be lying while staring at you with eyes like that. You tried to make out words “b-u-u-utt how do-o-oes that explain you becoming a --” “I gave up my life to give my grandmother her’s. Only at the end, I was lifeless and my grandmother remained dead. I became cursed to a hell on earth, a similar punishment that was made on him. Turning me into a vampire was him being gracious” he scoffed “gracious” he repeated under his breath annoyed. “I didn’t like our deal, so I ate him. In a way you could say I made things worse for myself, he still alive down there in his hell hole but he no longer owns me. I have his abilities” silence rang momentarily as you thought on how Taehyungs speed was faster than the others, his venom was stronger, his control over voice, the dominance he radiated. “Trying to put the pieces together Bunny?” he stalked closer. “huh, funny. Wolves eat bunnies.” you thought as you tried to ease yourself on the situation, nervousness poring over you.

“So you escaped a deal with the devil?”

“Yes... but I don't believe one can ever truly part with a dealing made with the devil. It come with many curses, one in which where I no longer cross paths with him but instead I’m more often than not always in full control”

“like your feeding cycles?”

“exactly, and you see bunny” he cooed “I like that; me in control” his eyes preyed on you. “so you can imagine how annoying it is to have a feeding cycle that is highly dependent on the moon”

He started to unbutton his shirt “Tae! What are you--” he placed a finger on your lips to silence you “would you like to see the mark of one of my many curses?” he stared at you attentively and you nodded, an instant smirk appeared on his face as he dropped his shirt to pool at his elbows and black wings appeared from his back, in a woosh taehyung had slammed you against the wall and buried his head in the crook of your neck. You didn't know whether to be afraid or to be mesmerized by his beautiful wings. Struggling to push him off of you, your attempt to flee only egged him on and he bit down into you, wings slowing retracting back into his back. Bite after bite after bite, perhaps that’s why tae’s bites always hurt the most upon entering the skin then fills you with the euphoric pleasures making you feeling like you want him to continue to suck you until there is nothing left pumping through you. Taehyung was one with many secrets, funny because he didn’t look like someone who would be. “Tae” you said breathlessly still trying to fight, but too much venom had entered you and you began losing consciousness.

Taehyung smirked upon your skin, leaving a bloody mess. His marks weren’t healing, let’s just say taehyung didn’t tell you all his secrets and you have yet to discover what the others have been hiding from you all this time. You were losing it, about to go completely black as he pressed himself onto you when suddenly someone had yanked taehyung away, literally almost throwing him across the room. “Y/n” the voice met your ears but you couldn’t tell who it was “Y/n you’re going to be okay” and you saw the dark figure candle down to you before blanking out.

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“Mhmmm hmmm” Jimin was humming a song to himself waiting for Jin. Yoongi walked in and sat on the couch at the corner of the room also expecting Jin, Jimin glanced at him slightly. Although he’ll never admit it, Jimin missed Yoongi feeding from him. Before you came along Jimin had to give Yoongi his feeds three times a day twice a week, more if he was craving, but since you came Jimin has been able to be a “normal” vampire. He should be grateful, although not jealous he felt bittersweet toward the situation. Jimin rubbed his neck throwing his head back from thought and let out a sigh “Jimin are you feeling alright?” Jin finally walked tapping jimin on the shoulder and gesturing for him to come sit on the patient table “Have you been feeding properly, someone of your bloodline should have no problems in obtaining meals” he raised an eyebrow at him with a sincere smile “I’m fine hyung, don’t worry” jin stuck a needle in Jimin's arm and begun to draw blood. “Have you heard from your parents? I know it’s not easy being a royal, especially when you’re not treated as one” jin flicked the glass vile of blood. Jimin was born into the “the lovers of the moon” royal bloodline, his life was destined the moment he came into existence yet he still chose to be here, for research and to help Jin discover remedies for his brothers. He didn’t regret any of his decisions as he thought back on his cousin taemin. By the third needle it actually begun to hurt “Ah-” he said as he tried to remain still, something was wrong “I knew it” Jin stopped “You’ve been missing meals, how long has it been since you’ve had a proper feeding?” jin tapped his foot arms crossed waiting for an answer “6 days” jimin said slowly and in a guilty manner. “Get to your room I’ll have Y/N meet you up there for a proper feeding, I don’t want to see your face until you’ve had a whole weeks worth of blood in your system do you understand Jimin” this was that motherly side of Jin, it was kind of scary, his eyes piercing into your very soul ever so seriously. “I think that would be too much for Y/n to take” Jimin said with concern. “Then i’ll have you alternate between donors” jin was done talking and turned his back to jimin with viles in hand. Jimin wasn’t hungry, he hadn’t been eating for more than 6 days but he couldn’t let jin know or he knew that he would freak. He went to his room.

Namjoon burst through the door and set you on the patient table panicking “Jin!” he turned around yoongi got up to see your lifeless body on the table covered in bite marks. Jins eyes widened with worried anger “taehyung.” he already knew, had it already been 6 years? it was that time of the year 6/6 devils peak, taes devil comes out to play. “Has the moon already begun phasing?” he sighed at his unspoken thought. Hoseok entered the room hurriedly but stopped abruptly once he saw jin occupied “Jin.” he looked at the situation and didn’t know if his announcement was important to say anymore “ughh..” he stared at all the concerned faces “What, spit it out already” Jin spat as he put on gloves and had his staff place an oxygen mask over your mouth, IV needles were placed into your arms. “Taehyung just killed another donor” Jin looked at Yoongi and he nodded as he left with J-hope to go get Taehyung. It left Namjoon, Jin and his staff alone giving them time to talk

“Jimin is too weak to be feed on at this moment” jin said as he cleaned off the wounds

“At this rate I think we might have to tell the others”

“I don’t think that’s the best option at the moment Namjoon” he glared at him

“Jimin has been the donor for both Yoongi and Taehyung since you’ve founded this institute and you and I both know how long that’s been”

“If you’re so concerned about Jimin why don’t you take over until he’s recovered enough to inform me of his discomfort in being Yoongi's and Tae’s donor.” jin injected a serum into your IV “Tongs” he asked one of the nurses and he patched up the deeper bites. Namjoon was silent, he knew what kind of venom Taehyung had at this time, to be bite several times over and over again was death sentence, he didn’t know how Jimin did it. A vampire who feeds on vampires is the worse deformity to inquire and a rare one at that, what were the odds of being in the company to two. Two deformative vampires who have no idea about one another's deformities. Jin took Namjoons silence as his answer and smirked “I thought so” he finished, the bites will go away in three days, these bites lasted much longer than that but luckily he had a serum from taes last endeavor. “She should wake up soon”

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“I can’t find him anywhere dammit” Hoesok spat as he walked into all the dorms, he opens another door “*screams*” and quickly shuts the door “Sorry ladies” seeing he’s already walked in on three other dorm girls fresh out of the shower, he didn’t mind it. Yoongi went to the feeding hall, cafeteria, lounge, still no trace. He was worried he could have possibly left school grounds, he didn’t know much about taes defect nothing other than he knew it scared Jin and that was enough to make Yoongi worried. He grabbed Hoesok and left the grounds toward the cafe, there’s no way he could’ve strayed further, tae was getting exactly what he wanted, his hyungs out of the way. Tae entered his room which he shared with jungkook, jungkook was napping to submerge the hunger pains Jin put him in as a result from feeding from y/n. Since Tae couldn’t find Jimin, jungkook was the second best thing; half human and vampire. He towered over jungkook, sitting on top of his lap and brushed his nose across his neck. Tae wasn’t selfish when feeding from his brothers, his gift allowed him to draw all the poisons from his blood/body and direct them into his venom so that way his prey could drink from him too without being poisoned, this exhausted him though. It took conscious effort to project all this poisons into his venom to make sure that the vampire he’s feeding from doesn’t drink any toxins. That’s why it made taehyung's bites so unbearably painful. When drinking from humans tae didn’t have to do this, he could drink with a normal venom dose inflicted on his prey, but if he were to bite a human in this state they’d surely die after the second. Even for a vampire, if weak too many bites could cause them to pass out, if they’re strong enough the worst that they’ll probably get it really really dizzy. Tae smelled jungkook, his mouth salivating with anticipation, this would come as a surprise to Jungkook. Jungkook shuffled in his sleep but was unable to move, the immobility woke him up “Tae what are you--” he tried to prop himself up but was pushed back down, jungkook used his weight to flip tae to the bottom holding his wrists down

“I’m hungry” tae said with playful serious tone

jungkook was confused by taes statement

“If you’re hungry you know to go to the feeling hall” jungkook let go and stretched

“I’m hungry for blood a little thicker today” tae said as he pushed Jungkook to the wall

“What are you on? You know you can’t drink from vampires, it’s poisonous” tae walked back to the bed annoyed counting down the time yoongi and hoesok have been out.

“Jungkook”

“Yea?”

“Do you trust me?” he was doing it, using his power to get what he wanted

“Of course”

“I can give you blood to suck on”

“You’re bringing Y/N?!” Jungkook exclaimed excitedly, Tae frowned and then laughed

“Not exactly but it’s better than animal blood and I know your hungry. It’s something other than Y/N you can sink your teeth into without killing” jungkook was interested

“Well you have my attention.... so you gonna tell me what it is because I want some” Jungkook said eagerly and impatiently

Taehyung gestured for him to come down so he could whisper in his ear, bringing his neck close enough “It’s me” tae whispered and quickly bit into his perched neck straddling him down. He took the bait and Tae wasnt latching off. Jungkook yelled in agony like never heard before “Tae-” he wanted to throw taehyung off knowing he could but the venom was too strong, he wasn’t use to it yet. Then tae bit again lower down and another yell of agony left, low key turning tae on “They’re not as high pitched as jimin's” tae said in a hushed tone over his bite blowing cool breath onto the gash before digging in again “but his will do” tae helped himself to the adreline rushing through Jungkooks veins, it caused the blood to be hotter and run faster. What a shame there would be ton wasted. Jungkook was getting dizzy “mhmmm” tae hummed as his blood tasted delicious going down his throat, he broke his contact with the skin huffing for breath “The bites would hurt a lot less if you bit down too you know” then sinking back in. Jungkook couldn’t think, tae felt Jungkooks body suddenly fall limp and stopped. “A limp body is no fun to feed from” Taehyung said lowly annoyed. He grabbed the back of Jungkook's head and guided him to his neck being patient for him to bite before continuing his meal. Jungkook half unconscious felt skin touching his lips forgetting whos neck it belonged to and dug in aggressively taking Tae aback. “Ugh-” tae glared at him from the corner of his eye, jungkook never opened his eyes, they were too heavy but began to suck and found that Tae’s blood tasted euphoric, powerful, rich like dark chocolate, he bite again. There they were feeding off of one another and no one had the slightest clue.

Jimin was in the other room, he knew exactly was going on and crouched up into a little ball on his bed. He somehow felt bad he couldn’t feed Tae but relieved that Jungkook was taking the first night instead of him. Sometimes Tae didn’t know when to stop and jimin was in no condition for blood sharing, he barely had enough of his own blood pumping through him. An hour past.

Tae left jungkook sleeping on the bed as he sighed in satisfaction, jungkook kept up well but that didn’t mean he still wasn’t going to some of jimins.

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“y/n!” namjoon greeted you warmly, he’s been different since you’ve woken up from your injury.

“Hi namjoon” you smiled warmly as you gathered your books to place back onto the shelves of the library

“Have you read up on the blood lines? Which one are you most familiar with” you found it strange he was trying to make actual conversation with you, normally he’d just peep into your head for the answers to his questions that he wanted.

“Jimin’s bloodline I’ve become more familiar with, and Hoseok’s is generic. But I have yet to do any research on you although I should” you playfully scolded, you did have tons of questions but were afraid to ask him about. Namjoon’s eyebrow raised “Jimin's bloodline may be the easiest to comprehend but his heritage is another ballpark” he grabbed another book titled “Bonding” you were interested in the title and coaxed your head to the side to peer over his shoulder

“always so curious y/n” he snickered

“Haven’t you ever heard of “curiously killed the cat” in your case “kitten” he pried the book from your eyes.

“His heritage? Why would it be hard to understand?” you said ignoring his comment and concentrating on the topic of Jimin’s heritage. Jimin has always been the kindest, you made sure to study more on his bloodline as a thank you for always being polite and mindful when feeding from you.

“Mine and Jimin’s bloodlines are the oldest” he licked this thumb to turn the page

“We’ve set the foundation of bonding, without it our race and our family lines would have deceased to exist”

“Tae had mentioned something about vampires being born? Is that true, i always thought vampires could turn others into vampires?”

A smile danced its way onto Namjoon’s lips as the words left from yours

“You watch too many movies y/n” he chuckled

“It is extremely difficult to turn someone into a vampire but not entirely possible. That is why my and Jimin’s bloodlines are vital. They carry the ways of bonding, establishing a married connection” he shifted the weight of the book back and forth from each hand

“Jimin being first born into his family has had his suitors picked out since he was young. If I’m not mistaken it’s about that time where they consummate.” his eyes faltered

“Vampires have a process of marriage?”

“Absolutely. It’s a very serious matter. You know by now that vampire blood is poisonous don’t you” you nodded in response to his question

“Vampires are very intimate creatures.” He looked you up and down and bit his lip teasingly. God how he stirs up, you were a little embarrassed. He chuckled before continuing.

“It is quite difficult being intimate with your spouse or lover when you worry of possibly killing yourself and or your partner. During intimacy vampires tend to bite, it’s an oral pleasure, a release. You know like...”

“No no no it’s okay I get what you mean” you waved your hands franticly almost about to cover his mouth to stop him from explaining further. Your flustered embarrassment amused him

“You don’t have to be so detailed” you blushed covering your face, Namjoon laughed at your reactions. Sometimes you wished you weren’t so curious.

“Okay okay. To sum it up blood sharing between spouses is a basic necessity toward our existence. Our blood makes that almost impossible, so you would think right?” he perched his eyebrow up to you

“What do you mean?”

“Do you remember in history class how the king claims his wife as his own? How that tradition started?”

“You mean where the pope, higher class members, and witches had to watch them consummate for the first time?”

“Yes exactly!”

“That is so vulgar. The queen must have felt so violated”

“It’s a custom, you get use to it. It started with vampires, our line to be exact.” he said ever so proudly.

“So people have to watch you ….” you gulped “ “do it” for the first time with your wife”

“Yes, for good reason. During consummation the witches use a spell to link the married couple’s blood together. Unspoiling the blood for just them two” he smiled kindly “It’s a beautiful thing to be able to drink from the person you love most for the rest of your life and not have to worry of poison.”

“Does that mean other vampires can drink from you too?”

“No, the blood is only linked between partners. The blood is still toxic just not to the couple.”

“How is that possible?”

“It’s difficult. More often than not three witches die during the process.”

It finally begun to click in your head why there were so many witches attending the school, Chaseon specifically came to mind. You admitted, it horrified you bit “Would it be okay for a vampire to marry a human?” you asked thinking of your own feelings. “There are laws about that Y/n that you definitely can read about.” he said vaguely with remorse not giving you a clear answer. What didn’t he want to tell you? He handed you the book and pat your head. “Alright then, well at least tell me about Tae’s bloodline, I can’t find anything on it” you yelled down the vacant library aisle as namjoon began walking away. Namjoon stopped, frozen to your question before sighing, dreading what it he’ll have to. He’s going to have to make you forget. “Y/n” he said concerned as he turned back to face you “What exactly do you already know?” he began walking toward you.

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“Jimin! Jimin! Jimin” Tae and J-hope were chanting Jimin on as he started to eat again, this being his third girl as the other two had fallen unconscious.

“See, and I thought I was bad” tae elbowed Hobie

“You are. Jimin hasn’t killed any.” the atmosphere went from frat to serious “When vampires were first brought into the world they killed just about every human they fed on”

“We arent as animalistic. We’ve adapted and have become domesticated.” he growled showing fangs, Tae isn’t one to back down a challenge but felt it was best to let it go before it got ugly.

*coughing* “Jimin slow down will you” tae said cheekily as he patted his shoulders. Normally you’re not supposed to stare while vampires are eating but Tae wanted Jimin, it was kind of hard not to stare.

“Tae let’s go, Jin needs you” J-hope checked his messages. Tae grabbed the back of jimin's neck tenderly, flashed him a smile and got up “Let’s go see what the mom wants”

“You’ve never had to see him so often before, is everything okay?” Hobie was concerned, Tae was his best friend [of course when Yoongi wasn't around]. Taehyung felt a struck of guilt as he’s never told Hobie his secret, he who has always went with him to see his parents on the holidays instead of seeing his own and always made him laugh, he wanted to tell him but couldn’t bring himself to do it quite yet. “Yea, he’s probably concerned with my blood intake after what Jimin pulled? Blood depreciation, c’mon now” he playfully nudged him to bring him at ease “I thought so”

You read up on bonding and ran to Jimin’s room to ask him about “Rose” how she happened to be on his heritage plan. What did her picture next to Jimin mean? Was she a suitor like Namjoon was talking about? If she were why would it bother you? Maybe that was the reason Jimin stopped eating, he isn’t ready to announce his engagement. You could be wrong but wanted to find out for sure. You banged on the door “Jimin, Jimin” you heaved as you were out of breath. Jimin groaned as he got himself off the bed and opened the door. “Y/n? What are you doing here? Sugas room is two doors down” he pointed down the hall sleepily, eyes suddenly widened at the books in your hand “What are you reading?” the grabbed your hand and pulled you in. “I was curious, I have to know who is this?” you pointed in the book. Annoyed he didn’t answer your question instead he decided he was hungry. He pushed the books out of your hands

“Hey!” you shouted as the papers inside the textbooks flew onto his bedroom floor. He approached you. He placed his hand behind your head and grabbed a fist full of hair pulling it back for your face look up at him. You let out a groan of pain as he held you in an uncomfortable position. He smirked as your painful expression brought a dark pleasure to him, he began kissing you and quickly moving down to your neck. Although you didn't stop him, you began to fill with fear.

“I don’t like the taste of fear in my blood like the others” he said breathily as he sniffed your neck then gently placing a peck on it. You’re breathing was uneasy, you didn’t like this Jimin, this Jimin when he’s hungry scared you. “Y/n” he used his other hand to run his fingers down your body “Relax for me please, it’s just me” in an instant your body complied and relaxed, you hated Jimin’s gift the most and the effect that his voice had on your body. How his words engulfed your mind, like a siren calling you making you fall competent to all his wishes, demands, and questions willingly.

“Jimin please.” you tried to move your head into a more comfortable position at your discomfort, hoping for just the slightest bit of a distraction to get him to stop. He gripped tighter and moved your head to the side for better access to your neck. You clenched your eyes shut from the pain of your hair being pulled and he bit into you. An accidental moan of anguish slipped from your lips and followed by groans from the two sources of pain. You felt jimins lips form into a smirk on your neck as he fed. “Keep making those noises y/n and you’re going to have more than just my teeth entering you” If you were being honest with yourself, Jimin was the most dangerous among the vampires. You tried suppressing by biting your bottom lip, some still managed to come out muffled. His gifts making you want what he wants, making you strive to please and satisfy him, genuinely what a cruel gift- you thought has he begun teasing you, licking up your neck and random pecks as he dug his fangs back into you. He removes his hand from your hair and places both hands on your arms, clenching them tightly to try and restrain himself. He bit again higher up your neck and as much as you tried to stay quite another moan left louder and pained, he was being a little too aggressive than usual but still sensual. This was a different type of fear you were feeling, and not one where you were scared of him. He knew exactly what he was doing as he pushed himself up against you, you could feel him. Your blood was releasing oxytocin and higher amounts of endorphins, jimin was getting exactly what he wanted, you were letting him dominate you. “Ah-” he broke away from your neck momentary to release a gasp of pleasure from the way your blood tasted, it was precisely how he liked it, hot with the right amount hormones. “I’m not satisfied Y/n” he whined for more

“Then drink until you are” why did you say that? You didn’t know if that was really you talking. He looked at you with your blood stained on his lips “I know of another you can feed me, someway more satisfying” he placed his lips onto yours and pushed you flat onto the bed with his weight, why weren’t you fighting him? He moved his lips to your neck kissing the bite marks he’s left on you “Y/n?” he said as he made kisses down your body “Do you like me?” he was at your naval “yes” you managed out of your lips, you wanted to stop but at the same time you didn’t, Jimin’s venom had a way of making you a paradox. “Y/n” he slid his hands across your thighs “do you want me?” the question caused your heart to quicken, pumping blood faster throughout your body, Jimin could feel it across your skin, he was growing impatient. “Yes” you paused “stop it you idiot” you told yourself on the inside, but your mind and your words weren’t communicating as “I want you Jimin” left your lips. He placed his hands between your knees looking at you darkly “good, because i want you to.” another kiss placed upon you as he played with your knees “Y/n, could you open your legs for me please?” his eyes seductively hypnotic, his voice controlling your movements, you couldn’t beat him. You lay there flat on your back in defeat as you slowly begin to spread your legs open to him, inviting him. He squeezes your thighs in his hands as he lowers himself in between and just before he could remove any apparel to get to his destination a knock was made at the door. Before someone walked into it “Y/n are you in here?” Jin opened the door with of course Namjoon following right behind. Jimin was annoyed and stood up as jin barged in to scoop you up brindle style “Jimin what the hell” Namjoon glared at him following Jins glare “We will discuss this later, meanwhile if you’re still hungry I suggest drinking blood bags until we’ve discussed things” jin carries you out of the room being mindful not to bump your head into anything. Namjoon flashing on last glare, jealous that you let Jimin dominate you. He felt he was the only one who was allowed to do that to you. He recalled that first and last time he had drunken from you. Namjoon left and shut the door. It left Jimin alone. He felt it again, that wave of dread. He was not anticipating speaking with Jin and Namjoon about his actions, actions in which he didn’t regret.

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I’m so sorry this took so long @duerme07! Now I remember why I don’t write in first person perspective in fanfiction... I hope you like this! If not, I’ll try to do something else for you soon! Mostly SFW... Mostly...

I seriously thought about calling this “The Devil wears Green” because of this work of wonderfulness by @dear-mrs-otome but, decided against it. Instead, I opted to pay homage to it in a different way! :P

Tadakatsu has a crush on his neighbor. A chance meeting at a tea shop affords him the opportunity to get her hired on with the Tokugawa group. As payment she invites him to dinner which, doesn’t turn out quite like either of them planned...

The first time I really got a good look at her she was sitting at the bottom of the stairs just before the ground floor. A vision in the dim morning light of the entry way. Light that streamed in from the narrow windows on either side of the door casting long lines on the floor. “This is bad…” She lamented from her position on the steps leading to the second floor, a row of mailboxes lining the wall in front of her. In her hands was a pile of bills she didn’t have enough money to pay. “Well I can eat decently or I can pay rent. I guess it’s going to be an instant ramen noodle month…” Her crestfallen tone lasted for just a moment. Stashing the mail in her purse she pushed off the stairs, a stack of papers in hand. With a heavy sigh, she steeled herself before yanking the door open. The morning light washed over her, a long shadow cast in the wake of the morning sun. It made her look like she was positively glowing… No, she was glowing. With a strength and boundless optimism that was strictly hers. I admired that about her. She never gave up on trying to find a job even though she had been looking for a long time. As long as I had been living in the building at least.

I squirmed at the top of the steps before heading down myself. I wanted to do something to help her find a job. I knew just from watching her she wouldn’t take money but I started cramming some into her mailbox. I had just about got the bills stuffed in when the landlady opened the door suddenly. She looked at me with a cocked eyebrow and I smiled at her sheepishly. Her concerned look melted as she shook her head.

“If you’re that worried about the poor thing you should just shack her up in the second apartment you rent…” I laughed awkwardly at her comment. She didn’t need to know why it was a bad idea for me to take a complete strange to that apartment…

“I don’t think she’d accept the offer if she knew me let alone from a stranger.” I called as she plodded up the stairs. She stopped abruptly and looked down on me exasperated.

“You need to hurry up and introduce yourself!” She snapped shaking her head. “Otherwise I might just turn you over to the police for stalking!” My whole body stiffened and I looked on her with bewilderment. “Don’t think people haven’t noticed you watching her…” She added with a wink before turning back up the stairs. I turned back to the mailbox and pushed the bills the rest of the way in.

She was going to have to limit the job search to this immediate area lest she spend precious funds on fares. She went from store to store depositing applications she had picked up the day before, eventually wandering into the tea shop. It was across the street from a high rise, a coffee shop on bottom floor was nearly devoid of people at this time of day. The tea shop was quiet and calm in stark contrast to the hustle and bustle outside. She really enjoyed tea and couldn’t help up indulge in a quick wander down the aisles. Besides, it was hot out and a quick cool down as good for her health.

That’s where I found her again by chance, right there with the box in hand. I knew she didn’t work there, but she looked like she could have. So, I seized my opportunity. “Excuse me, I’m looking for a very specific kind of tea. My boss really likes this kind.” I pointed to the slip of paper in my hand as I smiled at her sheepishly. She was so kind she didn’t even correct me. She just sat down the tin she was holding, motioning for me to follow her.

“It’s right here! You almost made it!” Her voice was as light as a feather, despite the clear worry behind her eyes. I wonder if she had been eating. She looked about as light as the voice she spoke with.

“Oh, thank you so much!” I bowed in relief after taking a tin from her. “Say, are you looking for a job?” I wondered gesturing to the stack of applications and resumes in her hand.

“Yes I am. I was just taking a quick break before taking these back.” She hefted the stack of papers up a little as she spoke.

“Can I have a copy of your resume?” I held out my hand without explaining anything, my mind working slower than my mouth. “I work across the street for the Tokugawa Group. There are a lot of different positions open right now since we’re expanding. I’ll drop it off at Human Resources for you!” Finally, social convention caught up with me and I took out my card. “I’m Honda Tadakatsu.”

“Nice to meet you.” She handed me a resume after taking my card. She tucked the card carefully in the front pocket of her purse. “Thank you so much for helping me with this!” The relief in her eyes was clearly reflected in her body language. Her grip on the papers eased slightly, she stood up a little straighter.

“It’s the least I could do! My boss would really have my hide if I didn’t come back with this!” As much as I enjoyed a verbal tongue lashing from my boss, I couldn’t abide getting one at the cost of letting him down. She smiled at me warmly. “Well I should let you get back to the hunt! Although, I don’t think you’ll need to look much longer!” I beamed waving the resume lightly.

“Oh yes! And you should get that tea back to your boss!” She pointed to the tin and I nodded.

“It was nice meeting you! I look forward to working with you in the future!” I waved as I headed to the counter. She had a slightly bewildered look on her face. It was cute! I wanted to go back and tell her that but, I had to get to the office before Mr. Tokugawa caused another intern to quit…

“Say! Have you hired someone to be the catering coordinator?” I wondered as poked my head in the hiring manager’s office.

“Are you kidding me here, Honda?” She sighed as her head fell into her hands. “NO… Our illustrious leader has gotten quite the reputation…”

“Perfect! Here ya go!” I dropped the resume on her desk and walked out of the room before she could question me.

It seemed she had been putting in applications all day. I found her trudging tiredly back to the building as I headed home from work. She really hadn’t expected a phone call quite so soon. As she neared the building, her cell phone started ringing. “Hello?”

“Your interview is tomorrow at 10 am. Come to the main reception area on the second floor of the Tokugawa group building. Ask for Tadatsugu. I’ll email you the details shortly.” Then the line went dead.

“Toku…gawa… Group?” She muttered the words trying to remember when she had applied for a place like that. As she turned to looked around confused a sign caught her eye. Fumbling in the front pocket of her purse, she fished out a card. “Honda Tadakatsu, Head of Security, Tokugawa Group main offices.” She read aloud and her eyes darted up to the building across the street. “That guy… was serious?” Her cheeks turned a brilliant shade of pink as she pressed the card to her chest. Too excited for words, she dashed back to her apartment. Smile crept over my face as I watched her half skip, half prance up to the door.

The next morning, she walked as briskly as she could without breaking a sweat. The one of the last things she needed to worry about was a touch up to her face right before her interview. She gave herself one last looking over before entering the building. She opted for something just a little bit sophisticated. A white tank top with wide straps and a black faux leather stripe running down the middle from neck to waist. She had a black skirt that fell at her mid-thigh. It was pleated and the pleats matched the same faux leather on the shirt. She finished it off with a pair of ankle boots with a short heel. She wasn’t necessarily the most graceful thing in the world. The real last thing she needed was to break her ankle on the way to her first major interview. She had taken the time to put some curls in her hair, pinned back on either side to keep it out of her face.

After a deep breath, she boarded the elevator. When it opened on the second floor it was hard to miss the main reception area. There was a sprawling counter with four people manning it. The whole place was incredibly expensive looking and she immediately started to feel out of her league…

I usually started my day in the monitor room where the camera feeds led. I sat slumped in a chair, watching the feed for the executive offices half-heartedly. “Hey Tadakatsu… Get a load of the deer in headlights…” A security guard jabbed me in the ribs while I fiddled idly with a Rubric’s cube. I could have solved it a while ago but then I would just be bored again. I glanced over at the monitor. One look and I thought my eyes deceived me.

“Wow… She cleans up really well!” I gasped getting out of my seat and heading towards the door.

“You know her?” He looked at me with grin.

“Well not exactly… I really just met her yesterday on an errand for Mr. Tokugawa.” I replied sheepishly. “But I wouldn’t mind…” Closing the door behind me I made the short trip down the hall and into reception. She had finally mustered up the courage to approach the counter but, I intercepted her on the way.

“Well your resume must have been pretty impressive!” I called as I waved. She looked around until she spotted me.

Is she… wearing leather? Damn it…

I avoided looking any further down then her relieved, smiling face as I approached her. “Are you here for your interview?”

“Yes! I’m supposed to talk to a Tadatsugu?” She replied. I couldn’t hide my shock.

“Tadatsugu? Are you sure you’re interviewing with Tadatsugu?” I was understandably skeptical. I hadn’t honestly thought they would interview her for a position working directly with Mr. Tokugawa right out the gate.

“Yeah that’s what the email said…” She pulled out her phone to show me the email.

“Huh… Well I can take you to his office. Here, follow me!” I motioned her over to the elevators on the right side of the reception area.

“Oh… Are you sure it’s okay? I mean aren’t you busy?” She sounded unsure as she stood there, weight shifted to one foot.

“I have to head upstairs and deliver a report anyways.” I replied with an easy grin as I motioned for her to come on again. She smiled slowly and nodded. We were the only ones on the elevator to start with so I tried to drum up a conversation. “Nervous?” I wondered shooting her a sideways glance.

“Yeah…” She sighed out as her shoulders slumped slightly. “This is the biggest interview I’ve ever had!” She finished with a chuckle. “I hope I don’t blow it!”

I can think of something else you can blow… DAMN IT NOT THE TIME!

She turned and looked at me very seriously. “Thank you so much for your help getting to this point! Please let me repay you!” She bowed very deeply but in the enclosed space it put her right above my waist. Again, I resisted the urge to say something perverted. The last thing I needed her thinking was that I was a creep… yet…

“Getting the interview is the hard part. If Tadatsugu’s interviewing you, you’re a shoe in.” I replied pushing her into a standing position before anyone else got on the elevator. She looked at me curiously. “He’s a nice, older guy. The only real advice I can give you is, don’t put much stock in what Mr. Tokugawa says. He’s not a bad guy once you prove yourself to him.” I knew that she might take that the wrong way but I didn’t want her to quit in her first week like the last one. The elevator dinged on the top floor. Tadatsugu’s office was right outside the elevator and I showed her to it before heading to the end of the hall.

I delivered the latest security report to Mr. Tokugawa and headed back to the elevator. There was only one out of the three secretaries and assistants left… I cringed thinking back on how irritable Mr. Tokugawa had been this morning. Hopefully, he doesn’t notice her for a few days… As I waited for the elevator, Tadatsugu came out with her and started leading her over to the secretary’s offices.

“Oh Tadakatsu!” He called with a wave. “I would introduce you two but she told me you submitted her resume. Nice eye! I think she’ll fit in nicely.” He clapped me on the shoulder and she shot me a grateful smile.

“I look forward to working with you.” I smiled wide and waved enthusiastically. “You’re going to do great!” The elevator door dinged and I backed into it. I smiled relieved knowing I would get to see her more often now. Now I had an excuse to talk to her, get close to her. I smiled as I looked up at the ceiling, leaning heavily on one of the railings. That was the easy part. The hard part was yet to come…

I woke up and got ready to go to work. After a hot shower, I put on a pair of boxer briefs and went hunting for my paper. True to form, it was stuck in the mail slot.

Why do the door’s even have mail slots when there are boxes downstairs? I chalked it up to the age of the building as I opened the door. Trying to yank the paper out was getting me nowhere when the elevator opened.

“Mr. Honda?!” It was her? I shot up and spun around, bringing the paper with me. She was holding a cloth shopping bag with items for breakfast. She clearly wasn’t ready for work yet. “I… Didn’t know you lived in this building, let alone on the same floor as me!” She stammered as she looked away. I couldn’t help but smile when I noticed her trying not to stare at my mostly naked body.

“I’ve only lived here a few months. The rent is cheap so I can spend my money on other stuff.” I replied with a mischievous grin. “You know,” I began as I leaned against the door jamb idly, “I train pretty long and hard for a body like this. If you like what you can see, I can always show you what you can’t see later…” I gestured down my body with the paper, stopping at my hips to rest my hand there. She looked at me wide-eyed, stiff as a board, cheeks reddening with each passing second. SO CUTE! But her silence was about to make things more awkward than I already had. I was just about to pass it off as a joke when she started to speak.

“I’m not sure what kind of woman you take me for, Mr. Honda, but I would prefer a few dates first.” She was blushing as she fumbled for her keys in her purse. “Maybe in a few weeks when I get settled into my new job, I can cook you dinner.” She added as she relaxed a little. Huh… Most of the time a comment like that would scare girls away…

“That… sounds great, you have my card, just call me if you don’t see me before then.” It was only after she had gone back in her apartment I realized the marks from my “activities” a few days prior still lingered on my body. With any luck, she’ll think I got them from my job. Gotta ease her in to my perverted lifestyle slowly so I don’t scare her away, ya know.

A few weeks had gone by before I really got to see her again. When I did see her again it was not under the best of circumstances. She was stalking through the hall towards the elevator with a scowl ruining her beautiful features and making me very aroused. I shifted my manhood as I walked to keep that fact from being too obvious. “Something up, Milady?” I called and her gaze snapped up to me immediately.

“Mr. Honda!” She chirped in surprise as the scowl melted into her soft smile. She shook her head as if to dispel whatever darkness had made her scowl in the first place. “It’s nothing really. I just… haven’t really gotten a handle on my new job just yet.”

“Mr. Tokugawa is hard for some people to work for.” I laughed awkwardly as I raked a hand through my hair. She suddenly reached up and messed with a clump, running her fingers through it few times. She was shorter than me so she had to get really close to do it.

“Sorry, you had some hair sticking out to one side. It looked funny.” She muttered looking away quickly, bringing her hand to her face to hide her blush. She seemed pleasantly surprised by the smell. “Your hair is so soft and shiny… and it smells really good! What’s your secret?” That was an unexpected question considering I was so sure she felt how turned on I was.

“My secret? Well… I use a good tea tree shampoo and conditioner. Then I style it with a tea tree wax. Keeps it soft and shiny while still holding the style.” I explained as I leaned down so my head was closer to hers. “Smells nice, no?” I pointed the top of my head to her face. She perched on her tip toes and took a deep breath.

“Mmm… it is nice. It reminds me of a type of tea… I… really… THAT’S IT!” She clapped her hands together and bolted for the elevator. “Saturday! If you don’t have any plans come to my apartment at 7! I’ll pay you back for sure on Saturday!” She added spinning around, broad smile on her face.

“Where are you off to?” I wondered, brows arched at her sudden outburst.

“I know exactly what to do now!” Was all she said right before the door clinked shut. I shrugged and made my way to Mr. Tokugawa’s office. It felt like an eternity listening to Mr. Tokugawa go on about breaches to other companies and how we needed to up our cyber-security. Without asking permission, she came into his office and sat a tray down on his desk. The tray had a steaming tea pot and an assortment of sweet on it. Most notably, strawberry daifuku. He looked at her incredulously for a moment before he realized what was on the tray. They both said nothing, each throwing a glance at the tray before she turned and walked away. I followed her as she left until she settled herself at her desk.

“I wonder how she found out about my favorite kind of tea…” He muttered and I spun around.

“Oh well… I just happened upon her at the tea shop when she was job hunting…” I went on to explain the whole situation. Mr. Tokugawa didn’t seem particularly interested dismissing my explanation before I could finish. Despite his disinterested attitude, I could tell he was impressed she would remember something like that after so long.

Hm… Should I show up right at 7 or should I give her a few extra minutes?

I stood with my door open staring at hers as I simmered on how eager I should seem.

Not too eager… I’ll give it a few more minutes…

I was just about to close the door when the landlady came trudging down the stairs. I looked at her awkwardly. Her gaze drifted between me and the door across the hall. She let out a long, labored sigh. “It’s not going to knock on itself…” With that she walked over and knocked briskly on the door. Then, she took off up the stairs as I was left closing my door and trying to look smooth. “Good luck, kid…” The landlady had just disappeared as the object of my affections opened the door.

“Hello!” I donned my best smile but she looked tired. Despite that, she smiled at me warmly. “Oh…”

“Good evening, Mr. Honda!” I laughed awkwardly at her formal greeting.

“Just call me Tadakatsu. Can I come in? If you’re tired we cancel…” My voice trailed off as her face became distressed. “You forgot.” I answered for her.

“Mr. Tokugawa called me in to the office and had me running errands all day…” She sighed burying her head in her hands. “I’m so sorry…”

“Don’t worry about it!” I soothed pulling her head free. “You really need to relax and I think I know just the place! If you’re up for it that is.” She looked at me curiously and I knew I had her hooked. “Come on, my treat!”

“Oh… um… all right…” She reached back in the door and grabbed her purse, phone, and keys.

This is a real gambit, Katsu… Here’s to hoping…

We stood outside a less than reputable establishment on a back street of Akihabara. She was looking up at the glaring neon sign in disbelief. “The Fuzzy Hole…” She muttered the name in complete disbelief. “Is this what I think it is?”

“Probably not exactly!” I laughed awkwardly. “It’s a restaurant where all the food is sex themed. And there’s a store on one side…”

“So… you get in the mood with some sexy food and then get some dessert to go?” She asked as a devilish smirked painted her lips. I shook my head and did a double take at her sudden shift in expression. “Sounds like fun! But,” she turned and looked up at me, “I still insist on a few more dates before we use anything we buy here.” With that she started into the restaurant.

“Wait… this is a date?!” I called and she stopped, doubled over laughing.

“Of course it is! At least that’s what I intended asking you over.” She called over her shoulder at me. I jogged to catch up with her.

“Well… in that case, let’s put our name in the queue then check out the store while we wait.” I donned my own devilish grin sensing this was going to go far better than I thought.

“Hm…” She looked at the door thoughtfully. “I could use something new for my collection.” Instant boner. I shifted away to fix that as discreetly as possible but she still caught me. “Goodness Tadakatsu! Is that a daikon in your pocket?” She teased with an arched brow.

I’m going to marry this woman…

“Well if you’re looking for something with a life-like feel…” I teased with a cheesy grin.

“I’m not really in the market for one that big.” She brushed my joke off and started walking away again, pausing just before opening the door. I felt my heart sink. Never had I EVER thought being well endowed would be a bad thing. “But I could give it a try.” My eyes grew as wide as the neon legs on the sign overhead were spread.

“After a few more dates.” I replied jogging up to her again. She smiled and nodded before opening the door to go in.

“What are your thoughts on bondage?” I practically fell over in shock at the sudden question. “I’ve always wanted to try it. I’m not sure if I would like to be the one tied up or the one doing the tying though…” She turned and looked over at me concerned. “Are you all right?”

“I think I need to cut dinner short…”

“But we haven’t even gotten in line…”

“I can only think about eating your bearded clam.”

“My bearded what?” Her brow furrowed in concern for a moment until she got the reference. “Oh…” She started blushing, all her bravado fading away. “Are you free tomorrow?”

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Shakespearean Chapter 4

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Story Summary:

Jason didn't know how he managed to get into college at all, let alone such a good one, but he was determined not to mess it up.

Of course, it was after he made that decision that everything went to hell.

Chapter Summary:

Jason's first day on the job, and guess who he just so happens to randomly run into by a coincidence that was definitely not arranged by an author for plot puroses?

Hint: Timothy Jackson Drake.

Chapter:

Tuesday brought two more classes, both requisites for a degree and boring as hell. Jason was relieved when he got back to his dorm, and he nearly groaned aloud when he remembered that he had to start his first day of work at the campus library in a couple hours. He was grateful that his schedule would end up giving him Sunday, Monday, and Thursday off, but he was currently longing for Tuesday off as well.

He sighed heavily and emptied his book bag. Since his shift that day would be around 6 hours long, he wouldn't have much time afterwards for anything more than dinner, and maybe a little studying, if he wanted to get some decent sleep before an early class the next day. Knowing this, he went ahead and put everything away. He had about forty-five minutes before he would have to get ready for work and head over there, so he decided to use it doing research for his journalism topic.

Jason wasn't sure just how much research he would require. His childhood hadn't exactly been... orthodox, so he knew quite a bit about human trafficking and the like. Still, he decided some statistics would be useful. He couldn't exactly give Professor Kent a personal testament to the life of a street brat, and he couldn't get all that information on that one sheet of paper even if he wanted to.

Jason decided to stick to the facts and what would probably pass for a very short research paper. He gathered statistics on the number of kids that were sold in human trafficking on average per year, the gender, age, and ethnicity percentages, areas where they ended up, and how many kidnapped kids were generally recovered. Jason found it to actually be a lot more interesting than he had thought, and he got sucked into his research. By the time he snapped out of the zone, the clock told him he had less than an hour to get ready and get to the library.

Jason forwent a shower and dressed quickly. He then left his dorm and walked over to the library. Luckily, it wasn't too far away, so he arrived a good ten minutes early. He was greeted by his new boss, who showed him how to sign in and gave him a quick tour of the offices and where everything was. She then handed him off to another member of the staff whose mission was to show him what would be expected of him during general work hours. Basically, he was re-shelving, helping anyone who asked for it, checking books out, and other general stuff.

Once he had shown that he had the hand of things, the lady, Terry, left him to it with a pat on the back and an overly nice, "You're such a fast learner, Jason!" He meandered throughout the library, pretending to be organizing the shelves while actually checking out potential new reads. Working at the library seemed like it was going to be pretty easy going, not that Jason expected any different. Still, he had hoped he would actually get to read. Instead, he figured, he would probably have to make sure he looked busy or actually was busy all the time.

He was collecting a few books that had been left on tables by inconsiderate patrons when he saw a short, black-haired hottie with blue eyes hidden behind the most attractive glasses ever sitting at a table, frowning at the book he was reading. His forehead was scrunched up in concentration, and he didn't look pleased with what he was reading. Jason took a quick peak at the cover as he made his way over. "Romeo and Juliet, huh?"

Tim's head jerked up, and his jaw dropped a little when he recognized the speaker. "Jason?" The kid smiled at Jason's nod. "Fancy meeting you here."

Jason grinned. "Yeah, well, I work here now. This might become a thing, if we aren't careful."

"I wouldn't be too upset about that. Though I wouldn't blame you if you were, what with my hazardous coffee habits." Tim's impish grin told Jason he was joking.

Jason's laugh was probably a little too loud for a library, but he didn't really care. "Don't beat yourself up over a little coffee spill. That's my job." Tim chuckled and shook his head, but Jason didn't give him much time to reply. "Shakespeare fan?"

Tim's face contorted into a look of utter disgust, which became disdain when he looked down at the book he was holding. "Absolutely not. I thought I had gotten all of my basics out of the way in high school, but my adviser told me that I was missing an English credit, and by the time I registered, Shakespeare 101 was the only class that counted with an opening."

Tim didn't like Shakespeare. He was officially no longer boyfriend material.

"I like books. Not plays. Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Wolfe, Lewis, Tolkien, Atwood, Twain, Bronte, London; those are good authors. If I wanted to know what happened to Romeo and Juliet, I'd actually go see the play. Again." Tim ranted without taking a breath, so by the end of his tirade he drew in a big gasp of air.

Okay, so maybe Tim was boyfriend material. A little. Maybe.

Jason cleared his throat. "Well, I happen to love Shakespeare." Tim gave Jason a sharp look. "Mostly for the insults though." That got him an eyebrow raise.

"The insults?"

He nodded. "The insults. Shakespeare was a master of insults. The master. Throwing out a few Shakespearean insults at whatever dumb-ass had a problem with me always made me feel like the smartest guy in the room. Or alley, to be accurate. Then again, I usually was the smartest guy." Jason smirked. Tim's eyebrow didn't drop.

"What kind of insults?"

"Well, there's the good ol' fighting words, like, 'Methink'st thou art a general offence and every man should beat thee,' or 'I'll beat thee, but I would infect my hands.' I always liked those. There's also, 'The rankest compound of villainous smell that ever offended nostril,' 'Thine face is not worth sunburning,' and, 'Thou art a boil, a plague sore.'" Tim cracked up, and it was disturbing a few of the other patrons, but Jason could not care less. "My personal favorites though are, 'Thou sodden-witted lord! Thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows,' and, 'Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon.'"

Tim was still laughing, and Jason partially blamed it on the posh British accent he'd been using. When Tim had calmed down, he looked up at Jason with a smile. "Okay, so I guess Shakespeare isn't all bad."

"Yeah, but none of those were in Romeo and Juliet though."

Tim frowned and sighed. "This class is going to kill me. I didn't pay much attention to Shakespeare in high school, and I'm not all that good at it in general. His writing is too flowery and stuff. It's like decoding poetry in an ancient language."

Jason smirked. "It basically is decoding poetry in an ancient language. Or at least an ancient dialect of a modern language. Maybe try thinking of it like a puzzle." Jason remembered that Tim was a computer nerd. "Or maybe some uber complex computer code?"

Tim tilted his head to the side for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, I could try that. Thanks."

"Mhm. How exactly did you graduate from high school without learning anything at all about Shakespeare?"

Tim raised an eyebrow, but there was mirth in his eyes. "How exactly did you graduate from high school if you spent your time handing out Shakespearean insults in alleys?"

Jason smirked. "I didn't. I'm kind of the less-lucky version of Roy Harper. Street kid. Got my GED a year and a half ago."

Tim didn't quite gasp, but it was a close call. "Oh, dude, sorry. I just assumed, since you seem so smart and stuff... Wait, you know Roy Harper?"

Jason shrugged. "It's no big deal. And yeah, he's my roommate. I figured out you knew him when he asked me how my day was and I told him some douche-bag had the gall to spill his scalding hot coffee on me and make me late to my first class with Professor Kent." Jason laughed as Tim's face wrinkled and he dropped his head in his hands.

"You have got to be kidding me." He shook his head while it still lay in his hands. "This is not happening."

"It is, actually."

Tim looked up at him. "Asshole." Jason laughed, way too loud for a library, and he got a few dirty looks for it. "Now Roy is going to tell Dick and I'll never live it down."

"Dick is your older brother, right? Roy mentioned him."

"Yeah, that's him. He acts like a goodie-two-shoes, but he's actually just a little shit. That jerk-off never lets anything slide, I'm telling you."

Jason choked on a laugh. "Sorry, Tim. I guess life just sucks."

Tim scoffed. "Thanks for the sympathy."

Shifting his weight, Jason contemplated his next words for a moment before deciding to screw it and say it anyway. "You know, if you wanted, I could help you study. With the whole Shakespeare thing. I'm actually an expert, in case you didn't know."

Tim smirked. "Are you, now?"

"Totally. I'm very smart. For a street kid."

Tim rolled his eyes, but he had a small smile nevertheless. "You'd really help me with this?"

Jason snorted. "I offered, didn't I? It's not everyday someone else needs to pull on my Shakespearean expertise." He used his British accent again, and Tim laughed.

"That would actually be really cool. I'd like to be miserable as little as possible, and so far you've managed to make even lame-o Shakespeare a bit entertaining." The teasing grin brought out a chuckle from Jason, and he nodded his ascent.

"Alright, then. Why don't I give you my number, and you can let me know when or if you want to study?"

"That works perfectly."

The two exchanged phones and put in their numbers. When Jason got his phone back he saw that Tim had made his contact, "Coffee Douche-bag." He snorted and gave Tim a pointed look. The kid shrugged. "What? Tim is a very common name. I don't want you to confuse me with someone else."

Jason rolled his eyes. "That's what last names are for. Pretty sure there's only one Tim Drake in the world. At least, that I'm aware of."

Tim groaned. "Roy told you my last name, too?"

He nodded. "Was it supposed to be a secret?"

Tim sighed. "No, but still..."

Jason shrugged. "I get it. Rich kids get treated differently. I'd want anonymity, too, if I were you." Tim nodded, but Jason grinned. "Don't worry, Timmy. I couldn't care less about how much you've got in the bank, or how much Wayne's got, or anything else. You’ll always be the little shit that ruined my favorite shirt with a fucking latte"

Now Tim looked offended. "What do you mean, a fucking latte? Lattes are fantastic."

"Lattes are disgusting, even more so than regular coffee."

Tim rolled his eyes. "Well, then what do you drink? Soda?"

"Tea."

Tim suddenly looked interested. "Oh, that's cool. What kind?"

Jason shrugged. "Most kinds, actually. I drink plain black tea the most, but I like most anything. Except mint. That shit is weird."

Tim's shoulders shook with his laughter. A nearby student sighed harshly and said, "Shhhh!" Tim's whole face turned red and he whispered an apology.

"I've never had mint tea before," he whispered.

"Well then don't. It's disgusting." Jason decided to go ahead and whisper back, even though it felt kind of silly.

Tim nodded. "Yes, sir."

Jason rolled his eyes, but he stood up a bit straighter when he saw Terry the Librarian out of the corner of his eye. "I got to get back to work, Tim. See you around?"

Tim nodded once. "Definitely. And I'll take you up on that offer for a study-buddy."

Jason smiled as he started walking away. "Sure. I'm off work Sunday, Monday, and Thursday. Hit me up whenever."

Tim smiled and waved as Jason turned a corner. He almost ran right into Terry, but he caught himself just in time. He internally groaned when he saw her displeased expression. Today was going to be a long day.

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Run Away - Chapter 1

Characters: OC/Oh Sehun

Genre: Romance, Angst, Fluff

Summary: An aspiring western model and a tired of stardom kpop star find their ways clashing in Seoul. Open for further explanation.

A/N: Okay, so I’m posting this here after receiving much more interest than I thought I would. To be honest, I didn’t think anyone would be interested in my lame ass story, but here it is either way.

I started writing this when I had just stepped into the Exo fandom (it also being the first kpop band that really caught my attention), it is the first fanfiction I ever wrote and I wrote it in a language that’s not my mother tongue. With all of this, just be aware of the pontential cringiness, over-clichéism (mostly at the beginning) and general mistakes there might be in this story as a whole. I think it gets better as the chapters go by, and someone else might have thought that too, because it got two awards where I first posted it.

As with all my stories, I’m open to comments, criticism and general randomness. Hope you enjoy it.

Small town girl trying to make a life for herself in a big city. It's been like this for the last four years; having to move to a completely different country did not seem to do much of a change in my life. All I see are faces passing by. Every agency rejects me because my face looks too western and all they're looking for is a properly beautiful Korean girl to star even the littlest toothpaste ad.

When I come back home, there's no one waiting for me. The place is cold and dark. I go prepare dinner just for myself and then go to bed on my own. I've never been a very outgoing person, I was always the loner, but oh god. I miss my cat. I miss my mom. I can't go to Granny's right now and tell her how I'm a complete failure at what I've been wanting to do all my life, seeing her judgemental eyes and hearing her "Told you so." As I tuck myself into bed all I can think of is that I have to find another way to get by.

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I breathed in deeply before passing through the doors of the biggest coffee shop I've been able to find in Seoul. This is not what my life was meant to be, but I really needed a job to get by. The money mom left ran lower each time the landlady banged on the door to get me to pay rent, and my savings were never huge to start off.

I made my best effort to make myself look proper and presentable that morning, but as per usual, there's nothing I could ever do against all these beautiful young Korean girls. Even in that place, which was just a coffee shop, most of the waitresses were tallish, slender, dressed up and stunningly beautiful. It looked like a freaking runway. I did not consider myself to be an unattractive person; in fact, I was pretty well considered back home in the US. I even landed some modelling gigs, which was something I didn't think I'd ever get here. I was not particularly tall; my body had curves which could be considered beautiful in some other places, but here I'd only heard "you need to lose weight" whenever I stood in front of the camera. My hips were too wide, my eyes were too big, my face was not completely V shaped and my pretty pale skin was never pale enough. It was sickening.

I did the best I could to ignore the stares some people shoot at me when I got to the pretty lady behind the counter and asked her if there was any way I could talk to the manager. The dressed up yet informal middle aged man who came down the stairs and introduced himself as the manager informed me that they were not accepting job applications right then, but after talking to him for a little while I somehow managed to convince him that maybe having someone who looked so different waiting tables could result into even more customers coming to the store out of curiosity. The foreign community in Korea is not that big and we're pretty much stared at every day, so I might just as well make an advantage out of it.

It was safe to say that my first day was pretty hectic. My co-workers took commands and served plates twice as fast as I could and I was not familiar with the menu nor the place. I got a couple leaflets with all the menu options and tucked them into my purse to study them when I got home. When it was time to leave, the manager approached me.

"Listen, you're only here on trial period. You'd better start breaking your back from tomorrow on. I want you here at 8 in the morning. You will start serving at the bubble tea counter until you're familiar enough with the shop and the slang to be able to attend the tables as well." I bowed to acknowledge him and left.

I had just arrived home when my phone rang and I could see in the ID caller it was Grandpa.

"Hello."

"Hey there, sweetie! How are you doing? I haven't heard from you since last week." He sounded cheery and loving as per usual, which made a big contrast on how Grandma used to talk to me.

"I'm fine, but I've been busy. The search for modelling stuff is being...well, just as hard as Grandma told me it would be, but I'm still on it." As much as Grandpa didn't approve of my career choices, he wanted me to be happy and to learn how much work is necessary to maintain yourself, so he was just letting me do my thing. "Also, I found a job just today, in a pretty huge café in Gangnam but I'm on trial period right now."

"Oh, that's stupendous, sweetie." The grandiloquent English word choices made by my very Korean grandfather always made me giggle. "I'm sure they will be seeing your full potential in no time. And maybe you will be able to enjoy doing that, you never know."

"Yeah, maybe..."

"You sound quite tired, Gracie, have something nutritious for dinner and go to bed early." Always so caring. "Grandma told me to ask you to come around here sometime to have lunch with us because you never seem to visit anymore. But don't be in a hurry, come whenever you are able to, okay?"

"I'll go as soon as I can, Grandpa. Thanks for worrying. I love you."

"I love you too, and your grandma does as well. Take care."

Later in the night, after showering, having dinner and trying to get some study despite my upper floor neighbour's attempts to distract me with their noisiness, I fell asleep.

******

The next day, I woke up and made my way to the shop just in time already wearing the same uniform as the rest of the girls there. As the shop was about to open, one of my co-workers approached me. She had sleek straight dark hair and a really cute face.

"Hi! I'm MinSeo. It's nice having you here," she told me with a nice smile.

"My name is Grace," I smiled back as I bowed.

"Listen, yesterday I saw you were a bit too overwhelmed with all this stuff. I just wanted to let you know that I'm in the kitchen, which is right beside the bubble tea counter, so whenever you're feeling too tight, just call me and I'll give you a hand." Just as she finished saying this, she left, as the first customers of the morning where coming in.

That was unexpected. I hadn't been in Korea for that long and in that time, I'd only been able to interact with my grandparents, my landlady and my noisy neighbours, so I wasn't really hoping to have such warm welcoming.

The rest of the day went as I thought the days working there would develop over time. MinSeo and I had the time to chat and get to know each other a bit. She was a couple years older than me and lived with her boyfriend in an apartment quite far from my house, but as he usually picked her up when her shifts were over, we agreed they would drop me at home whenever I needed to. At the shop, we would get around an hour to have lunch, so we two went out together to grab something quick to eat, talk a bit more and do some window shopping in the busy streets of Gangnam.

In the afternoon, the manager came to see me at my spot. Despite my lack of knowledge of the business and my not-so-good Korean, I'd been able to keep up during the whole day, which got me congratulations and a reassuring smile on his behalf.

By the time my shift was just coming to an end, while the shop was pretty quiet and calm, this guy came in storming through the door and walked up to the bubble tea counter I was attending. He was wearing casual yet expensive looking clothing and a big pair of sunglasses even though the sun was already setting. He was very tall, slender but fit looking. His hair was parted and combed to the back. His complexion was pale and he seemed to be quite grumpy. Just a regular rich Korean guy, in my opinion.

"Is there anything I can do to help you?" I asked after giving him some time to decide on the flavours he would want to have. He casted a glance at me over his sunglasses and started talking to me in Korean at such fast pace I simply could not get a thing.

I came closer to the counter.

"Would you mind speaking a bit slower? I could not catch a thing," I said making half a bow and repeating the word slower in Korean.

"Maybe you'd be better off learning to speak our language before trying to attend customers, don't you think?" he answered in a snarky tone, making me blush. "I was just asking for my usual order and asking where the previous girl who worked here is."

"Well, I just got this job yesterday, so I'm sorry, but I do not know what your order is nor where that girl is now." I was not going to let this bratty kid spoil all the progress I had made in that day. "So, if you do not mind, would you please repeat your order so I can take note and bring it here as fast as I can?"

He seemed a bit taken aback, as he just told me what he wanted and sat in a table to wait. I disappeared through the door at my right, which led to the kitchen, so I could grab the ingredients I needed for the smoothie he had ordered.

"Did you see that? Why do people tend to think that wearing clothes that are more expensive than everybody else's gives them the right to treat the rest of us like dirt? I'm just trying to do the best that I can," I ranted to MinSeo, who was there cleaning up.

She stopped to take a look through the window that separated the kitchen from the main room.

"Do you know who that is?" she asked me with half a smile.

"Should I know?"

"Well, he's a member of one the most successful kpop groups not only in Korea, but in the whole world. Pretty much everyone knows him, more around here, as he comes to grab drinks at least four times a week."

"Well, I'm not much into that boyband stuff and I don't care how rich and famous he is, he lacks complete consideration," I grunted.

She looked at me with a funny expression in her face.

"I understand you, but to start off, he's a really good and consistent customer, and to follow, if you intend to work serving other people, I can assure you are going to be facing people who are much more unpleasant than him. Now, drink some water and go out there to do what you're being paid for. It's rude to keep the customer waiting," she scolded. But after seeing my bottom lip pouting out, she added "and smile, you have a really beautiful smile."

With that, I went out of the kitchen carrying the fruits I needed and proceeded to prepare his order. When I was half way through it, I felt someone staring at me and turned around to find him just behind my back, startling me.

"Well, at least you can say you have a style when it comes to peeling fruit," he snickered.

I turned around and went behind the counter to finish up his drink.

"Is there any name you would like in the cup, sir?" I asked stretching the last word as much as I could.

"Not really. But maybe you could give me yours."

"I don't think you will be making me a drink any time soon."

He smirked and handed me a bill as he picked up his cup.

"Have it your way then. And keep the change. I will see you around some other time, I guess."

"Good day, sir."

"Sehun, just Sehun is okay," and he left.

"Grace," I heard a voice behind me and turn around to see the manager, Mr. Park. "Being sassy to the customers in unacceptable. You've been doing so well all day long; don't make me regret taking you in."

"I'm very sorry, sir," I apologized while bowing. "I'm still kind of nervous about the job and I let it take the best of me. It won't happen again."

After meeting and greeting MinSeo's boyfriend when he came to pick her up, I went into the back of the car and remained silent, thinking about what had happened.

"Grace, don't be too hard on yourself, it's been just a small mistake. Tomorrow everything will run even more smoothly. Besides, I'm pretty sure Mr. Park will end up hiring you, he grows fond of people very quickly, even more if they do their job well," MinSeo said, trying to cheer me up.

"I hope so, because I definitely need the money to start paying at least a Korean tutor," I said, making both of them laugh. "What's the name of the guy who came today, again?"

"I never told you. He's Oh Sehun, and the band is EXO. You will have no problem finding them on Internet."

"Aww, Oh Sehun! MinSeo here used to be quite fond of him, didn't you?" said Lee, MinSeo's boyfriend, in a tone of mock.

She hit his shoulder playfully and replied:

"But not anymore, since now I have my man with me, you silly." They're so endearing.

Soon enough, we got home and I waved my hand to say goodbye as they drove off the street. As soon as I passed through the door, I realized how really tired I was.

PART 2

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Bright Fanfiction - Jakoby/Original Female Character (Wards play Cupid pt. 1)

***OK, y’all. This is my very first post both on Tumblr and in relation to my own Fanfiction. There was just something about Bright and Nick that stuck in my head, so I decided to write about it. I hope you enjoy. Constructive criticism is welcome, but please be kind. ***

Nick was a little distracted during his shift. It wasn’t unusual to hang out with his human partner and his family after work, but it was for them to add another human to the mix. He was comfortable with “his humans” as he referred to them in his head. How would this new person react to his presence?

“Jakoby, you wanna pay attention to the damn road? I’d like to not die today.” Daryl Ward hadn’t always been friendly to Nick, not that he really blamed him. Human/Orc relations haven’t always been cozy. That all changed after the magic wand incident when their friendship was quite literally forged in fire and his became a respected name in both human and orc circles.

“Sorry,” Nick muttered. “You sure this woman is gonna be OK with me being there tonight?”

“Ah, so that’s why you’re acting weird,” Ward said with a chuckle. “Yeah man, Addie’s great. Her real name is Adelaide, but no one calls her that. Sherri met her in college back in Virginia and they’ve kept in touch. When she got divorced last year shit kinda went south so Sherri convinced her to take a job with the City Council here. Fresh start, ya know?”

“City Council, huh? What does she do with them?” His curiosity was peaked now.

“You’re gonna love this shit, Diversity Hire: She’s the assistant to the City Council for Improved Racial Diversity and Relations.”

“No shit? Huh…” Now his mind was going in a totally new direction. What happened with her divorce? What the hell does “shit went south” mean? These humans were constantly confusing him with their weird sayings.

“You gonna try flirting with her, man?” Ward asked.

Nick was caught totally off guard by that. “What? Why the hell would I do that? She probably wouldn’t even consider someone outside of her own race. Most of you humans tend to stick to your own. I have never had a date with a woman, human or otherwise, that ever turned out well so if this is your attempt to set me up, just don’t.”

“Man, quit being a bitch. Just give it a chance. This will be the closest thing to a date you’re probably going to get for a while. Now get us back to the station in once piece so maybe I can get some tonight,” responded Ward.

Nick sighed deeply but didn’t bother with a reply. He knew he would show up since he never liked letting his partner or Sherri down. He turned at the next light and started making his way to the station. He hoped like hell he didn’t make a fool of himself tonight.

Later that night…

Nick couldn’t remember laughing so much in his entire life. This human, Addie as she liked to be called, was smart, funny and damned beautiful. She would never be a model but her warm eyes and petite body appealed to him. She had walked in, greeted Sherri and Daryl with warm hugs before disarming him with a smile and firm handshake. She wasn’t afraid of him which was a good start. Her job had made her well versed in Orc culture and history, so that was a plus. She wasn’t a fan of Orc music but, hey, no one is perfect.

Deep in conversation, he had lost track of the amount of beer he had consumed while he noticed that Addie only sipped water with lemon. “I have to drive home and I’d rather not give anyone a chance to take my job away,” she reasoned. She had a level head on her shoulders. Nick definitely appreciated that.

“Hey guys,” Ward said, “Sherri and I need to get home. That babysitter ain’t cheap. You good, Nick?”

“Actually, I probably shouldn’t drive,” Nick admitted. “Would you mind dropping me off at my place?”

Addie spoke up before Ward could even process the request. “I’ll take you! I mean… I don’t mind and this way Sherri and Daryl don’t have to pay any more than they have to for the sitter.”

“OK, it’s settled then!” said Sherri as she gave Addie and Nick hugs and shot a smug look to her husband. “Told you,” she said to Daryl as they walked to their car.

….

The ride was quiet and soon Nick felt himself slipping into an alcohol-induced nap. His dreams were full of music and Addie’s smiling face. He dreamed of Addie singing to him and stroking his face while his head lie in her lap at a picnic. The sun was haloing her brown hair as she looked down at him with her beautiful hazel eyes.

Some days, I can’t get out of my head

That’s just the dark side of me…

Her face was smiling but the sound of pain in her voice was so clear. His stomach immediately dropped to think something was hurting her. He just wanted to protect her…

I’ve got a human heart,

Are you afraid of the dark?

The sound of sirens on a passing ambulance woke Nick up from his dream. It took a moment to regain his faculties and remember he was being driven home by the woman in his dreams. She was singing along to a song on the radio, the same one she had been singing to him. “Huh, I guess her voice really is that beautiful…” he thought to himself before turning to look at her. There he saw the pain he swore he had heard while sleeping.

Quiet tears were streaming down her face as she was completely lost in the song. He was about to open his mouth to speak when she looked over at him. Being caught in such an intimate moment embarrassed her, he knew, as her face turned a deep red and she rushed to wipe away the evidence of her tears.

“I’m sorry; I guess I’m just in my feelings tonight.” Addie said between sniffles.

“Are you OK?” Nick asked. She could hear the genuine concern in his voice. It felt like a balm to her damaged soul. “Your face looked so pained. I could hear it in your voice while you were singing,” he continued.

“I’m OK. Life has just been crazy lately and it catches up to me sometimes. My mood can get a little dark when I don’t have a routine. I’ll be fine once I get used to L.A. and it feels more like home, promise,” she said as she shot him a reassuring smile. “Humans have tells”, he had once told Ward, and her face told him all he needed to know; she was strong and she truly would be OK.

They rode in silence until Addie stopped her car by the curb in front of his home. He wanted so badly to say something, anything, to keep their time together from ending but his cloudy brain was at a loss. He thanked her for the ride home and got out of the car. She didn’t pull away until he was in the house, which he found adorable.

“Damnit. I should have asked her to text me when she got home so I’d know she got there safe,” he scolded himself as he flipped the lock back into place. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and shot off a quick text to Ward. “Please check on Addie to make sure she got home safe. Didn’t think to ask her to let me know.”

He stumbled to his bedroom as he stripped down to his boxer briefs and slid into his king sized bed. Did he really need a bed this large? No, but he sure as hell enjoyed it.

He laid there for what seemed like an eternity staring at the ceiling waiting on a reply from Ward when his phone finally buzzed. He didn’t recognize the number on the screen but the content of the text helped him realize this was Addie’s number and made his heart beat faster. “Thank you for checking up on me. I’m safe at home in my pjs and about to go to sleep.”

His thoughts immediately turned to Addie in her pjs. Did she prefer sweats or shorts? Tank tops or t-shirts? What would it be like to have her in the bed next to him, his arms encircling her warm, petite frame while she slept? Would she curl into his embrace all night or did she toss and turn?

He shook his head to regain his concentration. He recalled the text to the phone screen and tapped out a reply. “I’m glad you’re safe. Thanks again for the ride…” the cursor blinked on the screen as Nick tried to decide if he felt brave enough to make a move. He quickly added, “Let me know if you’d ever like to get together again. I know a great coffee place downtown,” and hit send.

Shit, he thought as he exhaled the breath he wasn’t aware he was holding. What if she didn’t reply? Maybe she’s already fallen asleep, he told himself. What if he accidentally woke her up? He almost jumped out of his skin when his phone buzzed soon after. “Actually,” she replied, “I’d love to. You have my number now so don’t be a stranger.” He wasn’t a pro at this but even he could tell they were flirting. “I won’t, promise. Sleep well, be in touch soon. ”

“Did that just happen?” he wondered aloud to the empty bedroom. Jesus Christ, she had made the first move. None of this felt real. He quickly added her name and number to his phone’s contact list. Now he just had to decide how soon was too soon to text again. So many thoughts raced through his head and he drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face.

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