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Loona Olivia Hye/Hyejoo x Male Reader

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You took a deep breath as you tried to focus on what giant stack of paperwork to tackle first. Papers piled higher than your head, and the more you worked on them it seemed the taller they got. One of the perks of working at one of the best firms in the country came with high wages and benefits, but also came with a lot of necessary overtime.

You had just hit your third-year milestone at the firm, earning a promotion that gave more money, more respect, and for the first time, you had your own team of interns.

The extra help came at the best possible time. Your team was given a monumental task that needed a month to work on but the bosses only allowed a week of deadline.

You were gracious for each intern, even when they messed up the simplest task you rarely scolded them, you had been in their shoes before and knew the stress and nerves that came with such a thankless position.

Each intern had their strengths, and their weaknesses slowly dissipated every month as they were being shaped with potential full-time contracts to their name.

One intern on your team stood out among the rest, Son Hyejoo. She was a hard worker, even if you found her napping on the couch more times than you would like. One of the youngest of the interns, if you had to admit you found her the prettiest. She had a much more mature aura for someone of her youth but maintained a level of playfulness that betrayed her actual age. Joining the company straight out of college as most did, she was happy just to receive a paycheck and stay out of having to deal with the public, working great in a team setting.

The entire intern team passed their six-month evals with flying colors, each receiving raises and increasing morale all though the higher-ups were intent on increasing stress with every strict deadline that came to pass. Hyejoo quickly became your favorite intern, not just because she was easy on the eyes. She didn't complain much if ever, finishing her work right away if only just to allow herself time to rest.

It was just a bit after 4 PM as you headed back to your office, a trip to the vending machines considered a failure as they were now completely out of your favorite afternoon treat. Granola bars didn't hit the same way.

You opened the door of your office to the pleasant sight of a silhouette of a woman already inside, dressed in a mostly black outfit that showed her curves off well, giving a great view of her wide hips and creamy thighs, and an unforgettable ass that was bending over and depositing another stack of unnecessary paperwork that wasn't going to get started on until next week. The perfect body was unmistakable as the young intern Hyejoo.

"Ah, there you are," she said as she spun around on her heels.

"More bad news from higher-ups?" you asked.

"Afraid so, " she responded.

"Haven't seen you all day. Being kept busy?"

"Always. Been everyone's delivery girl for the past hour."

"Good to see you doing work for once," you teased.

"Hey-" she pouted.

"You do good work around here, Hyejoo. I stepped out for a snack, but they were out of the good stuff."

"Good thing you found me here then," she smiled.

"You can be pretty delicious, Miss Hyejoo."

You kept the door open as you took a seat at your desk, the temptation of an empty office with your intern was too much.

Nobody knew about the rather innocent relationship you had with Hyejoo, granted you didn't reveal much of it at work outside of a few occasions of flirting that were usually kept to one on one occurrences. Your officemates knew of course, but there was an unwritten rule between your team that swore to secrecy, given they probably had their own hidden romances to deal with.

Management wouldn't like it if they found out, but they didn't have to know which is why you had most of your romp sessions at home except the few occasions where Hyejoo wanted to test your boundaries under your desk during important business calls.

"Are we staying late?" Hyejoo asked, pouting, and batting her eyes in an attempt to draw out a response she liked.

"Nah, those assholes leave at five, why should we stay and work extra?"

"Good, I'm ready to leave already."

"One more hour left Hye, you can do it."

Hyejoo frowned. "I'd rather be doing something else," she said, pretending to fix your tie, making her intentions obviously known.

"We can't do it here, especially not when everyone is still around."

"Come on, just once. This desk looks better with me bent over it, you know it does" she smirked, her words and her deadly gaze almost convinced you. You couldn't risk it though.

Hyejoo sighed loudly. "Everyone is leaving for the day anyways. Afraid of getting caught?"

"Hardly," you laughed. "Just don't want the entire floor hearing you scream."

"That goes double for you," she shot back, never one to back down from a challenge.

The hour went by slowly as molasses, trying to find anything to preoccupy your mind off what you wanted to do to your intern who had offered to finish and help out before quitting time finally hit. Every second that went by you felt the urge to lock the door and strip her, give her what she deserved but you kept your pants in check, even as the sexual tension in the room was thick enough to be cut by a knife.

You checked your watch, 5:30 PM. Time to get the hell out of there. "Meet me in the car, don't walk so close to me though. Stay a few steps behind."

"I'm not a puppy you know," she said.

"Are you sure?" you teased. Hyejoo scoffed.

You headed out the building, as expected most people had left and you said your goodbyes to them, some of them were interns you hadn't seen in a while. Hyejoo kept her distance.

Moments after your car door shut the passenger side opened up. Hyejoo got in and tossed her bag in the back.

"Almost everyone knows we're fucking already, we don't have to keep hiding."

"We're not hiding, I just don't want to get a talking-to from our bosses about the dangers of workplace relationships, blah blah. They're already on my ass about a hundred different things.

"Fine, I understand."

"Thank you. It's complicated when your relationship is with somebody underneath you."

"But I like being underneath you though," she giggled. You smiled and floored it the rest of the way to your apartment, forgetting the existence of speed limits and everything else just to get there as soon as possible.

Neither of you talked as you exited the car, grabbing bags and hurriedly making way inside. The door slammed and you locked it tight, both of you kicking shoes into a pile and not a second wasted as you pressed Hyejoo's tight body against the front door, diving into her delicious soft lips and cursing the fact that she still had layers of work clothes on.

"Aggressive aren't we?" Hyejoo said with a teasing smile.

"You started this," you responded as you ran your hands through her clothed body and wanted to rip everything she had off right there.

"I'm innocent," Hyejoo claimed as you felt her warm lips returning a sinful kiss, her mouth sweet and you wanted to devour all of her.

"There's not a single thing innocent about you."

Hyejoo let an obvious fake gasp. "Only because you corrupted me."

"Did not. If anything you were gone already. If I remember correctly you wanted to suck my dick under the desk."

"Only because you looked so fucking hot in that suit. It was your fault."

"That doesn't give you an excuse to seduce your boss, Miss Hyejoo," you smirked and pushed your weight off her, grabbing her wrist and yanking her into the bedroom.

When the lights hit Hyejoo took charge this time as she maneuvered your bodies towards the bed, undoing your tie in the process and tossed it into the air. Her gaze now a mixture of lust and something you weren't quite sure of but were excited nonetheless as she continued to undress you, unbuttoning your shirt and stripping it off your torso as she pushed you against the edge of the bed, making you take a seat.

"Gonna give me a show?" you playfully asked, the entirety of your attention focused on Hyejoo's body.

"Hmph, you wish. Gonna make you wait for not fucking me back at the office."

Hyejoo averted her attention as she turned around with her back to you and slipped her jacket off her shoulders, sliding each arm out of it and tossing it aside. She spun around confidently and began to unbutton her white collared shirt starting at the top of her collar, making sure there was enough distance between when you felt the temptation to touch.

She bit her lip and continued, taking as much time as she needed to draw out your desire even more and more. The more buttons Hyejoo unfastened the more of her bare pale skin became visible to you, untucking her shirt out of her shorts and letting it fall behind her to give you a glance of her sexy toned stomach. Her large full breasts were kept just out of reach, threatening to spill out of her black lace bra and wanting to escape.

Your eyes focused on what parts of Hyejoo were becoming bare, she let you feast your eyes on her for just a moment before turning her backside to you again as her hands slipped inside the waistband of her shorts. Her hips swayed side to side as she began peeling her shorts off her body just enough to let you see that she had a matching black thong underneath.

"Fuck Hyejoo, you're killing me."

"I know."

She laughed and bent her torso down and began to remove her shorts down her slender creamy legs, giving you a full view of that plump ass and the skimpy thong that barely did its job to cover anything up.

Hyejoo shook her tight ass and turned her gaze to you again, removing her work shirt in a flash and leaving her only in the sexiest black lingerie, spreading her legs as she squatted to the ground and came back up. Her hips moved with a mind of their own as she ran her hands through strands of dark hair and lifted it up, letting her hair fall back down as her body danced to a beat only she could hear.

She smirked as her performance winded down and she pulled you off the bed and into her arms, your faces touching and just staring into each other's eyes while daring for each other to make the next move.

If Hyejoo had plans you interrupted them as you let out a sly grin, and without another word you hoisted her up in the air and held her up by her thighs as you planted her against the nearest wall. She gasped and immediately wrapped her legs around your waist.

"Are you going to fuck me against the wall? So we can cross that one off the list?"

"Not a chance," you simply said. Giving in to her that quick would be too easy.

You smiled sinfully as you captured Hyejoo's soft plump lips again in between your own, soft kisses quickly turned into open messy kisses, trying to match Hyejoo's intensity and offering more of your own.

As your lips and tongues wandered each other's mouths you bit down hard on her bottom lip, offering to take control from her and she was happy to relinquish it. You broke the liplock and kept your gaze glued on her as you decided what your plan of action was next.

You let her back down gently, her legs loosening their grip and the moment her bare feet hit the floor you struck like a tiger finding its prey as you buried your lips into her soft sensitive neck and sucked deeply.

She moaned softly and gave into you as you kissed, licked, and suckled at the pale sensitive skin that was yours for the taking, stopping just short of leaving a mark on her pristine pale skin, smiling as Hyejoo whined at the abrupt loss of contact. Any visible marks left on her body wouldn't fade until after the weekend, and as much as you enjoyed the idea of letting everyone know who she belonged to it wasn't the best idea.

Your next move came right away as you grabbed Hyejoo's hips and spun her tight body around and pinned her against the cream-colored wall, her palms flat against its surface as she anticipated each subsequent action.

You ran a hand up and down her tight toned abs, feeling her warm stomach as your teeth grazed the skin of her neck, hearing Hyejoo whimpering with intense need and desire. She was putty in your hands already.

"Fuck me," she demanded as you sunk your teeth in deeper.

"I make the rules around here."

She ignored you as her body tensed up. "Fuck. Me." Her words repeated, more desire and lust in them as you pulled the back strap of her bra, harshly unclasping it. Another gasp escaped her lips.

"You're mine," you growled, reaching towards the front of her torso and cupping her large breasts through her lace bra.

"These are mine too."

"They're all yours," she submitted. "I'm all yours."

You grinned to yourself as you stripped Hyejoo's bra off her chest and grabbed two perfect handfuls of her delicious tits, squeezing them firmly as you felt the softness of her mounds and her nipples hardening against your palms. She whined cutely.

"Now that I have you, what should I do to you?"

"Whatever you want. Ruin me."

Your two favorite words. With Hyejoo's back still to you, you pulled her skimpy lace thong to the side, her pink pussy lips unsurprisingly already glazed with slick.

"Wet already?" you whispered and she whimpered as you ran a finger through her damp folds.

"Y-yes. Touch me. Please."

You weren't one to give in so quickly but something about having Hyejoo at your mercy was almost painfully arousing.

Without any hesitation you gave a quick spank to her ass and brought two fingers deep inside her pussy, filling her to the hilt and thrusting them inside Hyejoo at a reckless pace. She clenched around your digits and it didn't take long until they were drenched with her essence, shrieking as you curled them inside her.

She moaned carelessly as you kept your fingers jammed deep inside her wet cunt, debating on adding a third but holding off as you felt that was too much at this point, your fingers became wetter and wetter with every insertion as you stretched her out little by little. You kept an arm wrapped around her waist, helping her keep upright as her body was quickly morphing into a ball of jelly.

"Is this what you wanted? Turn you into a cute little mess?"

Hyejoo only responded with more moans and whines as you gave her what she wanted, your fingers absolutely soaked as they moved in and out of Hyejoo as fast as they could, the wet squelch leaving behind even more gasps and cries of satisfaction.

It took little time at all before she was gushing all over your fingers as she climaxed without warning, shaking and chasing a second orgasm that you didn't allow her to have as you withdrew your fingers. Hyejoo felt delirious at the feeling of being empty and denied as she faced you with a look of desperation on her pretty eyes.

"Don't be greedy."

She pouted and when you leaned in for one more kiss she avoided it and dropped to her knees, returning the favor in more ways than one, not one to let you have the upper hand for too long.

Hyejoo caressed your thighs through your slacks, sending blood flow to the necessary parts of your body as her devilish lips curled. Her small hands unbuckled your belt and unzipped your pants and tugged them down to the ground, your bulge directly eye level with her and she looked up at approval to continue.

She took a second to tease your constricted cock, blowing on your shaft to make you feel the hot breath on it before pulling it out of your boxers, admiring the hardness of it before giving a quick peck on your swollen tip. Hyejoo forcefully pulled your underwear down and stripped you of the rest of your clothes, proudly staring at every inch of your now naked body as your eyes beckoned for her to continue.

Wetness pooled in between her thighs as she grabbed your shaft by the base with two hands and kissed the tip of your cock again, giving two more right after before moving her mouth down and planting several soft kisses up and down, not leaving a single spot untouched by her beautiful silky red lips.

Hyejoo gave a short flick of her tongue against your tip, giving herself a quick taste of precum eyes looking upwards and awaiting further instructions.

She waited patiently with her hands in her lap, round eyes focused dead ahead and that striking gaze present as always.

You didn't have to think twice about what you wanted her to do.

"Suck my fucking cock, Hyejoo," you demanded, running your hand through the soft raven locks of your kneeling intern.

She looked up obediently, but then changed paths as her head shook defiantly and you shot her a look in return.

"No?"

"No," she repeated. "I have a better idea. Fuck my mouth."

A smirk formed over your lips as you hadn't heard a better set of words all day. If Hyejoo thought you were aggressive before, she was going to really see you be aggressive.

"I really should make you beg for this."

You didn't though, if only because you wanted it just as bad as you slapped your cock on her soft luscious triangle lips, tracing the outline of them as her mouth became smeared with precum.

Her red lips glistened as Hyejoo ran her tongue over them and opened her small mouth wide, an invitation so enticing you couldn't possibly refuse.

You gave her just a sample of your cock, but she was greedy as always and wanted a full course, forcibly grabbed your thighs, and abruptly shoved your cock down her throat. You groaned as you felt the tightness of her throat squeezing around you, feeling breathless as her deadly gaze focused on yours that demanded more.

Hardly any time passed before your shaft was jammed down Hyejoo's warm throat, and you met her needy eyes, holding onto both sides of her head and began thrusting and gagging her with your length.

You really wanted to show Hyejoo what aggressive meant as you slammed your hips towards her pretty face, feeling her tongue wrapping around your hard shaft as you slid it down her tight throat over and over.

It was certainly rough, but hot enough for both of you as you were fucking her mouth just as hard as you had fucked her pussy countless times, but Hyejoo's eyes were nothing but demanding for you to continue your vigorous use of her mouth.

It didn't take long until your shaft was bathed with Hyejoo's saliva, and it took even less time until you were fucking her pretty little mouth roughly at full speed. There was something to stuffing her bratty mouth shut that you could get used to, instead of whining you heard only the sounds of her throat being roughly fucked and her messy lips slurping hungrily on your shaft.

The longer this went on the messier Hyejoo got, the tears in her eyes grew larger and you weren't sure who was getting off on this more.

"Fuck Hyejoo, you just belong on your, knees don't you? You love being used like this?"

There was little point in asking, yet Hyejoo did her best to respond with her preoccupied throat but instead released more gagging sounds than slurred words, holding her head down your base ever so often to let her throat feel every inch of you inside.

Hyejoo obediently kept her mouth open for you and you were encouraged by the needy look in her eyes as you kept her head held in your hands, and she couldn't help but love the throbbing cock being repeatedly forced down her throat as a bounty of saliva dripped down her chin and poured onto her big pale tits.

She almost gushed again with how furiously you used her sexy mouth, letting out a few final series of thrusts, holding Hyejoo against your base as her nose was planted firmly against your stomach.

You released your cock from Hyejoo's mouth a loud pop, leaving a trail of saliva that connected your messy shaft to her wet lips as she let out a huge smile on her drool covered face.

"Good girl," you told her as Hyejoo came up for air, her features stained with messy saliva, and the praise set off something in her core that almost made her climax untouched.

While she caught her breath you admired Hyejoo's bare chest - depending on the day your favorite part of her body, those big saliva-drenched breasts and you both seemed to have the same idea, putting her natural born assets to good use.

Hyejoo smirked, her face still stained with saliva as she stroked your wet cock a half-dozen times and slipped it in between her ample tits, cupping them and trapping your shaft in her delicious cleavage.

"Let me do the work this time," she said with a shy smile as her tits squeezed your cock tight, moving her chest up and down against your pelvis to create friction.

You groaned loudly at the sudden sharp pleasure, watching the look in Hyejoo's beautiful eyes as she pleasured your cock with her tits. She had done this before, but it always felt just as good as the first time.

"Feel good?"

"Feels fucking amazing."

Hyejoo smiled and felt the pressure of her mounds wrapped around your cock grew tighter, the softness and warmth that surrounded your shaft even more intense as her pace sped up. She let just a little more saliva drip out of her mouth, keeping the friction smooth as possible with her already generously lubricated cleavage.

As good as it already felt Hyejoo wanted you to feel better, trying to lick your tip each time it reappeared from her deep cleavage, sending electricity striking up your bones and cutely whining when she failed.

"Fuck...that feels so good."

"I can tell by how much you're moaning," she teased as her smile stayed plastered on her lips as she worked your cock in between her delicious breasts. Her soft flesh kept you inside her breasts, squeezing and massaging your dick and tried to coerce every bit of pleasure out of you, an act so erotic and mindblowing that you thought you might explode at any second.

Hyejoo seemed to read your thoughts as her pace slowed down, letting you savor the soft warmth of her breasts for just a few more strokes before regrettably withdrawing your cock from the comfort of her chest and slowly pumping your cock to keep your pleasure going.

You grabbed her hands and helped her upright, taking a moment, and just looking in her eyes and exploring her gorgeous face.

"You're so sexy," you told her and she blushed immediately. You both kissed one more time as you squeezed her ass to close the distance, bringing your lips to her ear and whispered.

"Come ride my face."

Her cheeks grew even redder, even as you both stood drunk with lust she still felt a hinge of shyness. You lied down on the bed and waited for her arrival and you were not kept waiting long.

Hyejoo slipped her panties off and climbed the bed, crawling slowly and her seductive eyes were laser-focused towards you as she moved inch by inch on all fours. Before you knew it you felt your head being surrounded by her bare milky thighs as she straddled your face.

You rubbed her smooth thighs, feeling their softness as they wrapped around your head and looked up at Hyejoo, forcing a cute giggle out of her before her hips began writhing. You stuck your tongue out and licked up her slit and she moaned instantly, bracing herself by resting one hand on the mattress and the other wrapped around the back of your head.

"Fuck..."

You grabbed two handfuls of her plump ass and brought her forward more, allowing her to put all her weight down as she smothered your face with her wet folds. You could barely breathe but you didn't care, all you wanted to do was bask in the amazing aroma and taste of Hyejoo's scrumptious pussy.

"Do you like how I taste?" she asked, knowing you couldn't easily answer. Hyejoo began rocking her hips harshly, riding your face in a rhythm as she held your head in her small hands, smothering you with her warmth as you ate her sensitive pussy out.

She whined and moaned as her hips rocked back and forth, smearing her delicious juices all over your face as she used you as an outlet for her own sharp pleasure. Hyejoo had given you free rein of using her face, it was only fair that you reciprocated in letting her use yours.

With a hand on each side of your head, Hyejoo dug her nails into your skull as she guided your every movement, rocking back and forth on your face as you used your tongue to fuck her, giving her vigorous use of your face and watching the intense pleasure completely take over her naked writhing body.

"Oh god...it feels so good...oh fuck..."

Your face became wetter by the second, lapping up every drop of Hyejoo's delicious sweet nectar. She turned into a squirming mess of uncontrollable moans and cries of pleasure as she desperately chased her release.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum. All over your fucking face," she moaned as you locked eyes with her, encouraging her every movement as you continued to be suffocated by her wet heat.

Hyejoo easily matched your roughness, grinding away and bouncing against your face to take from you what she deserved, steering herself towards orgasm as her pretty moans grew in volume. Her breathing grew heavier with each flick of your tongue buried inside her pretty pussy, devouring her cunt as if she were the tastiest treat to meet your lips.

You watched Hyejoo hit her peak as she squirmed and came hard, drenching your face like a waterfall and gushing into your lips her thighs shook violently around you. You kept your tongue inside her as she rode out her orgasm, her high not fading for several moments and never wanting to leave her pussy. You kept pressure and contact on her clit, listening to her cute moans turning into squealing as you overstimulated her to tears until she pushed you away.

Once her senses returned she giggled as she looked down between her thighs at the mess she had left stained on your face, rather proud at taking her second orgasm. You felt the comforting warmth of her thighs fading away as she removed them from your face, but not after giving her sensitive flesh a few licks to clean up her juices.

Hyejoo squirmed and ran her hands through your hair, playing with strands of locks as she had a pleading look on her face.

"Now will you fuck me?" she begged and you had no intention to say no to such a beautiful girl.

You gave a nod of approval and she didn't give any time to rest, removing herself from your face and climbing down your body. Hyejoo used the opportunity to keep you warmed up as she knelt between your legs and sucked you off properly, sloppily taking your hard cock into between her pretty triangle lips, head bobbing up and down with speed for just a matter of seconds both to satisfy her hunger.

She let your cock slip from her warm mouth as you switched positions and laid Hyejoo on her back with her legs spread wide, her pink pussy beautiful and the wet flesh in between her spread thighs glistening.

Her needy eyes showed she was ready as you lined yourself up with her tight hole, heat smothering your shaft already as you pushed against her wet entrance. You looked into Hyejoo's lustful eyes, and with a pop of your hips, you parted her folds and entered her, earning a loud desperate moan.

Hyejoo gasped and moaned as you pushed your cock deeper, feeling that intoxicating warmth of her pussy squeezing your cock and refusing to let go, her hot flesh so tight around your shaft that you felt yourself going crazy.

Deeper and deeper you went, denying Hyejoo any chance of adjustment until she was filled to the hilt with your shaft, her mouth kept open before you even moved. Her warmth and tightness hugged your shaft, watching the desperation in her eyes that spoke louder than any of her words could.

You weren't satisfied with the position you had found yourself dozens of times and wanted to mix it up, grabbing Hyejoo's slender waist and lifted her until you were both upright, your knees still pressed on the mattress and hugged Hyejoo's torso.

Hyejoo adjusted naturally to the position and wrapped her arms around the back of your neck, her feet flat on the mattress with her thighs interlocked with yours, she knew just what to do.

With her eyes wide and lust-filled, Hyejoo put her hips to work, with your cock still inside her she began grinding on it, slicking your shaft with her juices as her hips worked back and forth, moaning with each movement she made.

The new position felt so close, so intimate and arousing, especially as Hyejoo's warm soft thighs rubbed against your own as she tried to force you deep into her body, grinding away without a care in the world.

"So tight, so fucking tight," you said as Hyejoo's constant whiny moans filled the room, your bodies a state of constant friction. The new position allowed Hyejoo to do most of the work and had the extra benefit of giving you perfect access to her breasts, and you dove into them right away.

You found what you wanted with ease, teasing Hyejoo's hard sensitive nipples with your tongue, increasing the pleasure in her body as you ran your tongue and flicked against each of her delicate nubs, dousing each in your saliva. Hyejoo's whines and cries only encouraged you as you surrounded each slippery nipple with your lips, suckling harshly and devouring her tits.

"Fuck, that feels so good," Hyejoo cried out, cradling the back of your head as you sucked and feasted on her tits, keeping your lips closed around them and slurping on them with an insatiable hunger.

Your crotches grew wetter as more of Hyejoo's juices flooded out, her hips working nonstop to deliver an equal amount of pleasure to your hungry bodies as she ensured her pussy never let go of your cock.

While Hyejoo went wild on your shaft you kept your lips glued to her delicious tits, never wanted to leave them, never wanted to hear her cute moaning subsiding, wanting to play with and feast on her perfect chest forever.

Hyejoo kept the motion going as she leaned herself back, holding on to your body with one hand and keeping the other on the mattress as she increased the friction and the pleasure being shared between bodies. She moaned as she squirmed and writhed on your cock before pulling herself back up and taking one more kiss from you.

"Take me from behind," she whispered with those insatiable eyes glaring into yours, always wanting more.

You looked at her as if you hadn't heard a word she said, forcing her to repeat herself.

"Fuck me from behind. Don't make me beg."

"I really should one of these days," you said.

"Is that a promise?"

"It is," you said and responded with a quick slap to her rear.

"Let me see this ass bent over."

With another shy smile, she lifted herself off your body and got into position. Hyejoo carefully got on her hands and knees, head tucked down just in front of the pillows, and raised that beautiful plump ass high in the air, letting you see every curve of her naked backside. Her pink pussy lips were dripping wet and splayed open, the perfect invitation to bring you back inside her.

You made sure you spent as little time outside of her pussy as necessary, lining yourself up with her glistening folds and plunged your cock back inside the tight warmth of her opening. Hyejoo felt even better from behind, wetter and tighter as her hot flesh wrapped tightly around your cock and drove you completely overboard with sensations as you began moving inside her again.

"Fuck me hard," she demanded as she looked back and you were nothing but willing to give into her. You placed a hand on each side of her round ass and began slowly thrusting in and out of Hyejoo, feeling the tight grip her wet pussy lips had on your shaft as you pumped inside her, gradually picking up speed.

"Harder," she repeated as she let out a series of soft moans, her juices quickly slathering every inch of your shaft in them as you fucked her from behind, making sure to bottom her out with each thrust.

Your pace grew faster and you pressed your fingers into the pale skin of her plump ass as you sped up, using more force in your thrusts to give her what she wanted. Soon you could both hear the sound of Hyejoo being fucked from behind, her wetness lubricating every thrust and allowing the deepest penetration with ease.

"Harder, I told you to fuck me harder," she demanded, with little care for any more build-up. With firm hands still on her ass, you settled into a rhythm and began to fuck her with harsh strokes, hips smacking against her ass and making her perfect plump buttcheeks bounce.

"Oh fuck, just like that..."

Hyejoo's became satisfied finally as her slick walls clenched every inch of your shaft. You pounded her tight pussy and she moaned loudly with approval, burying your cock deep into her and stretching her hole wide, feeding into Hyejoo's desire to be ruined.

"So fucking tight baby, oh fuck. You like being fucked like this?"

"Yes! You feel so fucking good inside me, you're so fucking deep, don't stop!"

Her pretty moans grew in volume as she formed two fistfuls around the sheets, dropping her face in the pillows as you slid your hands up her body and wrapped them around her hips, making her take all of your cock deep inside her tight little pussy.

"That's it, right fucking there! Fuck me like that!"

Hyejoo's warmth felt so incredible, her pussy so fucking tight and wet and her body drove you insane Your pace was almost unbearable to maintain as you fucked her as fast and hard as your body would let you, the bed creaking and smashing against the wall in time to your thrusts as the sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room.

"Fuck me, oh my god it feels so good, fuck me!"

The use of Hyejoo's tight body was so intoxicating, you wanted to really give it to her, give her everything you had and much much more. At the apex of a particularly harsh thrust, you pushed her body down until she was flat on her stomach, your knees on the mattress and straddled her warm thighs.

The view was perfect, her naked pale body completely yours for the taking as you pistoned full speed in between her ass, fucking her with such harsh thrusts that you were afraid the bed might collapse at any moment. Every thrust was as deep into her body as physically possible, your hips slapping against her ass every time and making her cheeks bounce as the deafening sounds of your flesh slapping against hers flooded the room.

"Oh god, yes, don't stop! Don't fucking stop!"

She was so fucking wet. Hyejoo's tightness was the only thing that kept you inside her where you belonged, giving her the fucking of a lifetime as she teetered on the edge of a third orgasm.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" she repeated, again and again, her moans borderline on shrieking as she greedily pulsated around your shaft. The rhythm so wild and harsh, every slam into her drenched pussy made her eyes roll back in the back of her head, giving her the thorough fucking she craved.

She screamed as she came all over your cock, but you didn't let up for a second as you fucked her through her orgasm, preparing yourself in joining her in sweet bliss as that tightness in your stomach flared up.

"Where do you... want my cum, baby?" you tiredly asked, each syllable of your sentence now a struggle.

"Anywhere. Inside me or on me, I just want it. Please..." she begged.

You looked at her and knew exactly where you wanted to cum, pulling out and flipping Hyejoo onto her back and straddling her chest.

"Are you going to paint my face?" Hyejoo asked as you slowly jerked your cock in front of her face, seconds away from orgasm.

"Mmhm. You're gonna look so pretty aren't you?"

"I am. Cum all over my face please," she pleaded as she began massaging and playing with your balls, trying to urge your orgasm out faster than a train out of control.

You felt your breathing becoming heavy and weak the more you stroked, and the pleading look in Hyejoo's eyes was all you needed.

Hyejoo opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, and you groaned loudly as you hit your peak and spilled your thick seed all over her gorgeous face, painting her up and down. She kept a smile etched on her features as you shot long streaks of pearly cum that landed in her hair, splashing her forehead and cheeks and you made sure you saved enough to glaze those triangle lips until they were stained white.

Not a single drop was wasted as you covered Hyejoo in thick semen, as your intense orgasm finished she took your cock from your hand and cleaned off your depleted shaft. She looked up as she sucked your tip with her cum-stained face, proud of making you quiver as your sensitivity hit like a truck as she ran her tongue around every inch and gathered every drop.

As you gathered your senses and caught your breath you stared down at Hyejoo, both of you shared a laugh at the absolute mess you left on her beautiful face. Your thick load was everywhere, and she tried to use her tongue to taste and swallow what she could.

Hyejoo began feeling the weight of it dripping down her face, and couldn't help but keep giggling as she gave your shaft one more final kiss.

"Now get off me so I can clean your filth off, and then you better be ready to fuck me again."

Hyejoo was never satisfied it seemed, and you both shared the same fate of being insatiable. You shifted your weight off her and she headed into the bathroom, your eyes glued to her delicious backside the whole time. You heard the sound of hot water being started, and you knew you didn't have much time to recover.

Only giving yourself a few minutes of rest you headed into the steamy bathroom, looking at the piles of clothes left on the bedroom floor as her silhouette peaked from the other side of the glass door.

it wasn't polite to keep a woman waiting after all.

#kpop smut #loona smut #hyejoo smut #male reader #reader insert #kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #hyejoo #loona

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spideychelleforever · 5 years

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When Spider-MJ Survived the Snap But Peter Didn’t, p.3

It took hours until apparently every single drop of water in MJ’s body had finally left her body in the form of tears. Nat ordered her to drink water and eat some chocolate, because her body just couldn’t take this much in such a short amount of time, she warned. But even after hydrating herself and getting a little boost from the sensation of chocolate, MJ was still just a wreck on the couch under some covers.

Steve was busy ripping himself to pieces for bringing MJ to the cabin, Scott could only sadly listen as Steve explained the situation to him, and Nat was eating again as they eventually put in a call to Bruce. They all agreed to leave MJ at the compound, with FRIDAY on standby to watch over her and provide for her.

After a few hours of watching old reruns of Family Matters, MJ switched off the TV, nimbly curling up, until she got the urge to get on her phone. Sucking in a deep breath, she scrolled to the album on her phone she so rarely visited these days, an album called, “My loser ❤️💘”

In the album were the photos from happier days. When MJ could hear Peter laugh, see him smile, and be with him, even just for a while. She tried to remember his high, soft voice, how awkward and stupid he would be, and how he was the ultimate sweetheart to her, even though he probably never reciprocated her feelings for him. It was a terrible truth, she figured, but it was even more terrible that he lost his life, she thought.

Eventually Bruce was on board, and soon Tony, Nebula, Rocket, Rhodey, Clint, and Thor. The last Avengers trying to save the fallen.

[[MORE]]

When the time came for their first test run, Clint returned from the Quantum Realm with his eyes more alive than they’d been the entire time since he rejoined them. MJ considered things. How if even someone as distraught and hellbent on revenge as Clint could actually bear to have hope... maybe she could too.

But just as quickly, she was devoured by the new status quo - the irreparable mourning, the heartache, the longing to see Peter again.

They strategized on when and where to find the Stones. When Nat pointed out that in 2012, there were three Stones in New York, MJ immediately volunteered for it without thinking. She didn’t know why at first. The sad truth was, she didn’t think they’d survive their mission, even if they had successfully engineered time travel, so it should’ve made no difference which team she joined.

But then, something clicked in her memory. Something pretty obvious in hindsight, but stupid nonetheless.

If she went back to New York in 2012... there might, might just be a chance that she could...

***

She arrived in the alley with Steve, Tony, Scott, and Bruce. As Bruce went for the Sanctum Santorum and Steve prepared to infiltrate Stark Tower, MJ went with Tony and the shrunken Scott to hide around the perimeter of the tower until the battle had ended.

“You ready, Jones?” Tony turned to MJ. “Remember, just watch my six while I sneak in. You’re more observant than anyone on this team so I know you’ll watch my ass better than I ever could.”

MJ mused that it was hardly difficult for her to keep tabs on Tony. If she could covertly sneak glances all day at the boy she had a ginormous crush on, watching a billionaire in his suit would be easy.

Then it hit her; that Tony didn’t want to put too much pressure on her. She’d always had some mixed feelings about Tony, but right now? She had a rush of something like gratitude, even if the voice in the back of her head griped that he didn’t trust her with a bigger role than guard duty.

Now, that same voice reminded her why she wanted to come to New York in 2012.

“I see something,” MJ lied.

“Wait! What is it?!” Scott asked in alarm over the comms, while Tony whizzed around to MJ in a similar state.

“Hang back, I’ll check it out,” MJ curtly muttered as she quickly webbed off - to Queens.

****

“That was FREAKING EPIC!!!”

The small, curly haired eleven-year-old boy with an already dazzling smile and glasses and baby fat turned to grin at his heavier set best friend.

“I know! Oh, I hope they make a movie about Iron Man fighting the aliens! With the Avengers! What if we were in it?!” The curly-haired boy excitedly jumped up and down, oblivious to what had just knocked at Earth’s door. All Peter Parker cared about was the fun his hero just had - the same hero who had helped him fight off the rogue robots two whole years ago, or whatever they were. He even complimented him - “nice work, kid!” Little Peter didn’t stop excitedly babbling the entire day. Today he got to see him fly by, too. How lucky was he?!

MJ finally arrived across the street from her destination. There it was - the same apartment complex she held so dear to her heart. It wasn’t like she was back in the 50’s, so it didn’t look strange to her or anything. It looked perfectly normal. Plants were on windowsills, people were walking in and out, two boys were already playing outside-

And that made her freeze. Because even when he was several years younger, younger now than he had been when they first met in middle school, she recognized Peter Benjamin Parker playing with Ned Leeds.

She watched in awe. The sheer impossibility of what she was seeing seemed to really hit her. She’d told herself a long time ago she’d never see Peter again. There’d be pictures and videos but she wouldn’t-she wasn’t supposed to see him alive again. She gaped seeing his bright, smiling face, the furthest from his sorrowful, pained dying expression.

MJ watched him as he turned his back to her. She was just about to pull her mask off for a better breathing experience when Peter stopped in place - and turned to directly look at her.

She froze as she heard him excitedly yell at Ned “LOOK LOOK ITS A SUPERHERO!!!!”

MJ’s brain nearly collapsed. How - HOW?!

Ned turned to look too. “OH MY GOD DUDE!!!”

Both kids were now whooping and waving hi at the masked hero on the roof across the street, screaming hi and trying to get her to come over. Realizing she shouldn’t draw attention to herself any more and that screaming kids is a good way to draw attention, she sighed, and webbed over to them.

“WOW!” Peter’s little face was wide and awed. “You’re amazing, miss!!! Are you like a Spider-Woman?”

MJ didn’t know what to say to the little boy.

Like, did she tell him to never go to the research facility with the radioactive spiders? Did she tell him to come with her? Did she tell him that one day he would die a horrible, prolonged, painful death at the hands of a monster who was behind the alien invasion he saw today as a little eleven year old boy? That he was breaking her heart with every breath he took, completely oblivious of the fact that he would take his last breath in six years time, far away from home? That his best friend and his aunt would also die the same day?

“Is everything okay?” Peter suddenly asked, his face turning thoughtful and concerned. “You seem upset?”

MJ fretted. It was... it was getting harder to breathe, and... Bruce did say nothing they did would change their time, right? So.. so..

“Oh hold on, I’ll call my aunt May-“

“No,” MJ stopped him. “It’s okay, I-just a second.”

And she took off her mask, and looked down at the two boys as placidly as she could.

“Wowwwwww,” Peter gasped as he looked up at her in pure awe.

MJ tilted her head a little in confusion at him. “Um, well, so, I’m sorry for spying on you guys, I was... helping the Avengers scout the perimeter,” she lied. “And yeah, sometimes the mask gets kinda hot for me.”

“I think Peter thinks you’re really hot, too,” Ned giggled. Peter shot a sudden, venomous look at his best friend. “Dude!!!”

Now that- that took MJ by surprise. “I’m sorry?”

And Peter’s cheeks turned pink to answer her confusion. “No! Girls are icky! I just like your hair Miss, and you’re-you’re really pretty!” He spluttered.

“He wants to know how old you are!” Ned guffawed. That did the trick, and Peter began shoving him in annoyance. And MJ did something she hadn’t done in... god knows how long.

She laughed.

She couldn’t control it either, but finally, a laugh erupted from her body as she watched the young Peter and Ned argue and shove each other.

Finally, the bickering subsided, and they turned back to the tall, beautiful superhero. “Do you have to get back to patrol, Miss?” Peter asked.

“I probably do,” MJ smiled. Again, another rare occurrence, and she knew exactly why it was happening. “You two should probably go back inside too. All the alien radiation and stuff.”

“Oh no, I don’t wanna grow an extra arm!” Ned laughed. “Come on, Peter!”

“Aww, but I wanna stay with you!” Peter whined - and took MJ by surprise again by taking her much larger hand with his smaller ones. “Do you wanna get ice cream?”

MJ didn’t have time to gape because she heard another familiar voice. “Peter, Ned, come inside!”

Peter whined, “Aww, but Aunt May!”

“Come on, kiddo, listen to your aunt!” This time, a male voice was the source.

“Oh, okay, Uncle Ben,” Peter pouted. He looked back up at MJ. “Sorry, Miss, I don’t wanna go, but I have to.”

“It’s okay,” MJ nodded. “You two be safe.”

“We will!” Peter smiled. “Say hi to Iron Man for me!!” He waved at her as he and Ned turned to go back up the steps to Peter’s apartment complex. Ned went in first, but Peter turned back one last time, his cheeks turning pink again as he waved to MJ.

MJ put her mask back on, unable to process what had just happened. She webbed herself back up to higher ground and began making her way back to Stark Tower.

She’d seen a young boy, happy and innocent, playing with his best friend and admiring superheroes, and going to lunch with his aunt and uncle. That boy would grow up to be a superhero, an Avenger, who devoted his life to protecting and helping the innocent. Who never lost his trademark niceness even despite all the stress and trauma of losing his uncle and the perils of being a superhero. Who never failed to ask MJ how her day was despite having a million and one things to worry about himself. Who never stopped caring about her, regardless of whether or not he ever liked her back.

MJ stopped on one roof as something else hit her. Peter never stopped caring about anyone, not just her. He had a heart big enough to love everyone and help everyone.

So she needed to as well.

She looked out at the city, a chunk of it smoking from the invasion. She looked back towards Queens, then up to where the portal had been, and finally back to Stark Tower.

This time, she ran across the rooftop and jumped as high as she could before webbing her way onward. She didn’t let herself plummet anymore than needed. She didn’t just web her way up. She rose.

Her friends needed her. Peter needed her. And she needed herself, too. She needed the strength of the girl who led the AcDec team, who became a superhero alongside Peter, who defied his wishes to follow him into space, who fought against the madman who took Peter from her.

Finally, after five years of eating her feelings, sleeping way too much, crying over photos in her phone, raging at herself for something that wasn’t her fault, it had happened.

Finally, for the first time, she believed that the Avengers would succeed in bringing back their lost friends and half the universe.

Michelle Jones was back.

And finally, for the first time in five years... she was alive.

#spideychelle #spideychelle is canon #avengers: endgame #avengers endgame #endgame #michelle jones #zendaya #tom holland #mj #peter parker #tomdaya #spideychelle headcanon #michelle #zendaya coleman #peter parker x michelle jones #michelle jones x peter parker #when spider mj survived the snap but peter didn’t

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Why Zayn Malik is the walking embodiment of a Ravenclaw: a doctoral thesis

now if any of you know me you know that I would sell my soul for a quality written hp au, but one thing that’s been a constant for me when starting a fic is the question of whether or not the writer will categorize zayn as a ravenclaw or a slytherin (there’s no other option besides these two). Well I’m here to hopefully end that century long debate and give it to you straight (not quick): zain javadd malik is UNQUESTIONABLY a ravenclaw.

brace yourselves. - also you should right click open links in new tabs for evidence/best experience-

ok, so like niall, I think a lot of people associate zayn with surface qualities and truth be told I don't blame them because unless you take the time to get to know who he is beyond the small talk in interviews and making sure liam didn't fall off the stage half the time, I can totally see why people put him in slytherin - stereo typically moody, mysterious, and loves to cause ruckus with louis.

HOWEVER, people need to look into the quietness and notice that he's not sitting there like a hufflepuff and taking what's being said as is, even though he does get talked over a lot, he's making sure that if he has something to say, it's because he's got everyone's opinions and a full picture of all arguments/facts before he's giving his witty two sense and that's even if he feels overly moved to express that ‘no, you're all wrong it's actually this’ or ‘well you've forgot about this pov’. but make sure you know your place bc even if you directly talk to him about something he may not talk to you about it bc he's a reserved ravenclaw, not willing to openly talk like most social gryffindors or not so humble slytherins would. It's rare that he's actually saying something to brag about himself or talk about himself because that's neither here nor there and most of the time he won't even speak up about the previously mentioned things bc as a true ravenclaw, he knows what’s right and he doesn't need to boast about it like a slytherin; he's confident enough in his own intelligence - sometimes misconstrued as ravenclaw arrogance! but is it really? bc if you're right you're right.

let's also talk about his antics with louis (and the occasional harry - also see: VERY rare liam occurrences). yes, using one's wit to their advantage is textbook slytherin, which is why zayn can share this trait, but also notice who's instigating the pranks (correct answer: louis) and how zayn would carry them out. always calculated, always waiting to hear instructions fully instead of running full force ahead with it all bc 'you guys are fucking idiots if you think I'm going to do this and run the risk of getting caught - take the time to plan this shit out and make it worth while. I'm not gonna half ass a prank, if they're gonna cry, they're gonna bawl.'

how about his love for english? a typical ravenclaw characteristic? perhaps, but it's so important to see how he views the world through the wording and thoughts/philosophies of othersin order to influence his own being. I’m dizzy on how much he speaks in interviews about how much he wants to go back to school and do a proper english degree, wanting to learn beyond the books he can buy on his own. be careful though! zayn will say what he thinks and believes no matter what!!! so while he loves english and the words (such a shame he wasn’t allowed to speak more about urdu and his culture while in the band), and the books he reads, it's how he compartmentalizes that alongside his own beliefs and thoughts that makes his favouritism notable. also slight note at how he values intelligence in others and seeks that out from there. Need I use his quote on education: “one of the most important things you can have”. I mean, that in itself should be enough for this post.

moving on to his confusing loyalty! I've yet to see zayn categorized as a gryffindor or hufflepuff, but many overlook his soft nature and caring side - ziall anyone?? it's innate for him to be caring towards those he loves. let's not forget that "zayn wears his heart on his sleeve" bc HE DOES! as caring as a hufflepuff and as loyal as a gryffindor, but what sets him apart is his raging ability to cut off people or stop contact with them after a while because they've done him wrong (if they listened to him the first time or actually paid attention to what he said then they wouldn't be in this situation) and no, I'm not just referring to post 1D zayn mess. and no, I do not agree with the statement that zayn can do no wrong - though as a ravenclaw he might disagree with you on that bc when he’s in his element he’s always right. it's important to also note that sometimes he just needs a nudge, he hasn't forgotten about you, he's just bad at texting back - cue the on and off liam friendship post band break up. It's clear when it comes to some old interviews that he cares about these people but let's not forget that he has a temper and can let that sometimes cloud his judgement. now would be a good time to ask if anyone knows if he has a new manager yet after that fiasco.

can we back track a second on his need for personal space to think and caring nature because of it? self proclaimed introvert, I think a lot of people misconstrue what they saw of him in the band as temperamental and stuck up, when in reality he was simply someone who enjoyed the banter with others until he needed to go away and rejuvenate by himself for a little bit (tbt toddler zayn who needed to play with his toys by himself for a while after being around too many people). are there introverts in every house? without a doubt, however they’re most commonly found in ravenclaw, specifically the core trait of needing to gather their barrings and recharge before going back to join in on the fun. you see, unlike best mate slytherin louis, zayn mostly holds back his bitterness from the others, making sure that he doesn’t say anything that might hurt them too badly - something that I greatly attribute to him knowing when he needs to go away for a bit before getting annoyed. those of you who know, know. soft zayn hours are intense! honing in on his own needs of space to establish a calm demeanor in order to give others the attention and care he thinks they AND THEIR THOUGHTS deserve (namely crinkly eyed leeyum). you’ll know it when you see it: the chin hook hugs, back rubs, and closed mouth smiles scream ‘I appreciate you and am here in the moment’. it’s here where he shares a lot of caring (even if he mistakes what’s going on as something he actually needs to be concerned about but better safe than sorry!), nurturing traits with hufflepuffs. having this social awareness also allows for him to clock important info that others might think he’s overlooking by not speaking - a ravenclaw? as if.

speaking of personal space, we got a glimpse into his house from TIU documentary, but his solo interviews have given us a chance to read (and if we’re lucky, see) how he transforms his houses into his own sanctuary. now, each house can debate on their own about the purpose of their common room to instill an element of comfort and while no, zayn doesn’t publicly have a library or reading nook like a typical ravenclaw might have, I think a PERSONAL ART/GRAFFITI ROOM SUFFICES. we’ll get to his art later, trust me. there are other spaces documented too though: his pirate theme shed in the backyard, tepee, room made up of entirely collaged walls in his old LA house, and let’s not forget about how strongly he felt towards the old tour bus that he felt compelled to get a tattoo reminder (#zouis). his need to make a sanctuary out of any space he inhabits for longer than a week confirms how important individual comfort is to him and again, how in touch with this he is (I see a good debate here on whether or not this could be a hufflepuff trait as well). little boy from bradford who’s smashing it buying his Mum and family a house?? wants them to have that comfort too!!! the “gift” was also probably one of his most humble moments ever documented, so let’s not forget he’s a lil humble ravenclaw

and what would a zayn ravenclaw analysis be without picasso!zayn? ravenclaw's are not only intelligent - please note that I didn't use the word smart bc there IS a difference to them - but they're also creative, both in the conventional and unconventional sense. Of course we know of zayn's killer high notes (ask if me if I'm over the high note in If I Got You. hint: I'm not) and drawing abilities (zayn, will you draw a picture of me? no, I don't liek you) but it's the passion and WHAT IT IS that he's singing and drawing that matters. yes, comics, album sticker packs, very bland 'A' for a certain band member - but note the enthusiasm and NEED to talk about ‘who Harry? tell them WHO drew that A tattoo for you!’ ‘you, it was you zayn.’ SMUG AF SMILE and tell me what other topic zayn talks about with that much enthusiasm and outspokenness other than liam payne. there are many instances however where someone (usually brother niall) needs to coax him out to actually display this individualistic personality and I’m not gonna hide the link in the underlines this time because it’s SO IMPORTANT to watch this video of him wanting to sing drake (note the complete opposite genre of their published music) but nervous on getting lost in himself bc ‘don’t start something if you don’t want me to finish it’ and Niall knows this. liam knows this the most, but niall’s outward with it and literally has to softly start siNGING IN ORDER FOR ZAYN TO KNOW ‘YOU’RE NOT IN THIS ALONE AND OTHERS WILL APPRECIATE WHAT YOU CARE ABOUT TOO, LOOK LIAM WILL EVEN BEATBOX FOR YOU’. EXTREMELY CONFIDENT IN HIS ELEMENT. don’t mistake that for 24/7 slytherin confidence. in fact, pause. ravenclaw’s when in their element will have surging confidence and might boast to the level of slytherin’s but they’ll wait for the right moment to show you up and pay attention because when they do they can get very competitive. was him getting a tattoo first out of the band at age 16 something worth overlooking? absolutely not! by now I’ll personally hand deliver you an award if you can give me an accurate count of his ink, but hello??? is this artistry? duh. is this him saying what’s important to him in art form? warmer. are these passionate things he cares about but sometimes won’t find necessary to speak about out loud? on fire! another shameless you-must-look-at-this-post link HERE of me talking to him about his art in the midst of 5,000 screaming girls who all wanted to talk about his looks. LOOK. AT. HIS. APPRECIATION! WHO HE IS AND OTHERS RECOGNIZING THAT BASED ON HOW HE PROJECTS HIMSELF IS SO IMPORTANT TO ZAYNIE. Look, if zayn’s not authentic to himself or exuding individuality then even he would tell you that he’s failing himself. we can see this also in his fashion choices (there have been a few questionable moments, but over all, ace outfits). nowadays harry tends to get a lot more in your face fashion press, but do I need to pull out receipts on how many best dressed lists zayn has been on SOLELY because he thinks outside the box and doesn’t give a fuck? listen to me when I say that ravenclaw’s will die without originality/individuality and the ability to take control of theirs

perfect segue to his exit of the band. was it bc of mental health issues, I mean yeah, he’s written such, but were those spurred on bc he didn’t have his space to be an individual and do his own thing? obviously. and before anyone says anything about him taking control of his future being an ‘I don’t take bs and will stand up for it’ decision as a slytherin trait, let me remind you how long it took him to actually do it. imo a slytherin would have stood up from the start if they were that unhappy about it. again, he looked at things from all angles for a long enough time to be able to understand what was going on before doing something he’d regret. sadly if it did affect his mental health that much maybe he took a little too long in making the decision but ‘we do it all for the fans’ and while I appreciated that, I also appreciated him writing an entire song about wanting to take off clothes and the love of being pushed up against the wall soooooooooooo. his songwriting skills: they're definitely getting there, but the amount of songs (TWENTY SEVEN) he felt he NEEDED to put on Icarus Falls because he didn't want to just let those stories NOT be told, it was IMPERATIVE that people hear those thoughts stuck in his head. unfortunately his tongue got the best of him - as it does for most ravenclaws! - and his passion did not catch up with his patience, so now many won't even get my previous IIGY high note reference bc of the sales flop that was Z2 - something spurred on by him calling out the record label for not letting him release it. can they be blamed though, because zayn, again, the ravenclaw poster boy, allegedly doesn't want to do promo for his music because to him it's not about the sales, instead, the music. should. speak. for. itself! ‘if 10 people listen, cool. if 10 million people listen, also cool, but I'd rather 10 people ACTUALLY LISTEN and appreciate the art versus 10 million people listening bc I look good in an interview’ and if that doesn't say artistic ravenclaw passion, idk what does

#zayn malik #zayn #ravenclaw #ziam #ziall #zouis #hp #harry potter #zayn masterpost #sorta #ok this took me sooooo long so pls take a look!#ravenclaw zayn #mine #my words #zen

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andipxndy-writes · 5 years

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From You - Rick & Laura

[[Honestly, I love writing for this family too much. Anyway, I have another thing! Basically these two (Rick belongs, as usualy, to @a-simple-rper) have the most hilarious kids and I love them a lot, and they both fail to claim responsibility for who gets what from where.

So I decided to write a thing about it oops.

Anyways, here’s the thing! Enjoy!]]

From You

When children inherited from their parents, it wasn’t just genetics that they got. Or, at least, that’s what Allie said. She said that personality traits could be inherited too – things that they didn’t necessarily see their parents do, but did anyway in almost the exact same way as their parents did. Like seeing a miniature version of them going around.

Laura didn’t believe it at first. After all, in what way could a kid inherit personality from their parents?

However, it seemed as if Rick was a lot more eager to believe science than she was. Or he was wanting to shift the blame.

Standing in front of their two year old, who was refusing to have a bath on the grounds that they didn’t have her favourite “bubbles” (she’d completely forgotten to buy that yesterday when she’d gone grocery shopping), Laura ran her hands over her face. This was not the day to argue with her – not when she had to prepare a new menu because the seasons were changing (Christmas was coming, and the patrons wanted something more seasonal to eat, obviously).

“Claire, you need to have a bath.”

“No!”

“It’s bath time.”

“No! I wan’ bubbles!”

Laura pinched the bridge of her nose as she sighed (a habit she’d obviously picked up from her husband) before glaring down slightly at the toddler.

“She gets that from you, you know.”

Laura grit her teeth a little at her husband’s voice. Was this the time to be making quips? No. Was she going to humour him anyway? Apparently.

“Gets what?” She turned to see him wiping down the bar as he usually did, cleaning out the place on the Sunday evening when the building was closed to the public.

“The stubbornness.” Rick glanced up from his cleaning with the smallest of smirks on his face, which infuriated Laura. She did not need this right now.

“You focus on your cleaning you… ugh!” She couldn’t even say bad words around the kids. They were at their sponge stage. If she said anything, Claire would be saying it until the cows come home, and Rick would blame it on her.

The ass had her trapped.

Huffing, she forcibly picked Claire up, who promptly started screaming. “No! No!”

Laura glared at her. “No. If you want hot cocoa, you need to have a bath.”

That quietened her down quickly. Laura smirked as she headed up the stairs, taking Claire for her bath.

That food bribery working? It wasn’t from her side.

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As they’d grown older, the triplets had displayed distinct differences in their personalities that helped to distinguish them, which helped a lot. Of course, Freddie was the only boy, but his more laid-back attitude and desire to eat more than anything meant that he was a lot easier to care for. Rachael was the most laid back of the babies, barely even making a sound and only ever crying when she absolutely needed something. Even as a toddler, she was more content reading picture books and playing with toys on her own than bothering her parents.

But Claire, oh Claire. Claire was the heart attack child.

From the moment she could walk, Claire was getting into places she shouldn’t, and screaming at people who got in her way. She was more well-behaved towards the patrons than her own parents (though that wasn’t saying much), and was always the first to grab someone’s attention. And she also liked to grab her father’s attention, though not in the best ways.

At one point she’d nearly run through the open cellar door and fallen down the stairs, if Rick hadn’t caught her in time.

She also wasn’t allowed to be set on the bar counter, because tipping over glasses filled with drink and pushing bottles off the counter and seeing how quickly Rick would react was one of her favourite games.

Her new favourite, though? Playing “catch” with daddy.

Where she was the one that had to be caught.

Wiping down the counter, Rick was half listening to a patron when he heard loud laughter from one particular area of the bar. Looking up to see what was going on, his heart rate increased when he realised Claire was dancing on one of the tables, giggling. Turning around mid-dance, she waved excitedly at Rick.

“Hi daddy!”

“Oh God,” Rick muttered, already moving around the bar counter to grab the little girl. She was supposed to be in bed. “Claire, honey, get down from there.”

Words he would later regret saying.

“Catch me!”

Rick couldn’t remember ever running as quickly as he did to catch Claire in that moment, pulling her out of the air before she could hit the floor. Her laughter only stressed him out more.

“God, Claire, don’t do that,” he scolded, his voice not rising in level a single bit but his eyes portraying his worry.

Claire didn’t read it though. “That was fun! I wanna go again, Daddy!”

“No.”

“Awww…”

Heading upstairs with his daughter and leaving Sam to man the bar, he could only imagine what Laura was going to say.

“Jumping off tables and laughing about it? She certainly doesn’t get that thrill-seeker attitude from me, Mr. Broke-Into-School.”

---

If Laura was being honest, Robbie was a completely unexpected child. After all, she and Rick already had three, and they didn’t expect to have another at all. When they did find out, however, they were more than glad that they were having a single child and not multiples. Pregnancy with the triplets had been stressful enough. They didn’t need to add anything like twins on top of that.

And honestly? Robbie was Laura’s baby. She would never admit it, but he was her little baby and she loved him dearly, no matter how big he got. It made sense, then, that he very much enjoyed cuddles and had a tendency to draw closer to one of his parents and snuggle up to them, silently demanding to be cuddled.

So Rick wasn’t surprised a single bit when, as he spoke with Jane one late night at the bar, Robbie toddled up to him and held up his arms to be picked up, which Rick obliged to. Settling him on his lap, Rick automatically moved his arms to hold Robbie in a comfortable position as the little boy closed his eyes.

Jane chuckled lightly. “Oh, I remember Laura doing that all the time when she was younger – too tired to do anything but expect cuddles.”

Rick showed the barest amount of surprise. “Laura used to do this?”

“All the time. She was such a cuddle bug.” The mother-in-law took a sip of her soda. “Or she just wanted attention and didn’t like strangers. Depended on how you saw it.”

Before Rick could say anything in response, Laura emerged from the kitchen, wiping off her hands on a dish rag.

“Kitchen is all done, and—what?” She frowned at Rick, before over at her mother. “What did you say?”

“I was just telling him how you used to love cuddling when you were younger, to get away from strangers and get a nap without the bed,” Jane replied simply, and Laura glared at Rick.

“Don’t say a word.”

Rick gave a small smirk.

“He gets it from you.”

---

One of the perks of visiting his parents in Arkansas was that Rick could just kick his kids out of the house for the day, and they’d have something to do that would exhaust them and made sure they actually went to bed that night. Sometimes it was fun to help the kids with the farming duties he used to have, but most of the time? He just preferred to take his wife walking in the fields, showing her his favourite spots and taking her on picnics away from the kids so that they could have time to themselves, and his parents could enjoy themselves by pampering their grandkids.

And the kids loved it. Whilst Robbie wasn’t quite old enough to be helping out with the proper farming, he certainly enjoyed pulling weeds out of the garden with the helpers. Freddie had made it his life’s mission to beat Rick’s records out in the fields, doing farm work, and Claire always went out with Grampy, straight into the tractor to work on the crops. And Rachael preferred to stay in the kitchen with Gramma and cook and clean the house, though occasionally she went out to see the animals with Grampy and Claire.

It happened to be one of those days when Rick and Laura returned, Laura laughing with her hair tied back from her face, both of them soaking wet. As soon as Judy spotted them, she began to fuss, shooing them to the back porch so that they didn’t drip all over her freshly cleaned floors.

“For goodness’ sake, Rickard! How many times have I told you not to go playing around that pond! You always end up in it more than around! And dragging poor Laura in!”

Reaching the back porch, the couple only laughed as Rick pulled off his shirt, throwing it over the porch railing to dry. Laura pulled off her own cardigan, doing the same, and began to wring her hair out. It was as they were drying off that Rachael approached the house with John, the little girl sat on a horse and holding the reigns with a huge smile on her face whilst Grampy John led the horse slowly.

“Daddy! Mommy! Look!”

The parents looked over at her and smiled. Rachael rarely had such a high level of excitement on her face, usually a lot more reserved with her nose in a book. Seeing her so excited was a rare occurrence to be treasured.

“I know what I want to be when I grow up! I’m gonna be a horse rider.” The excited look on her face made way for a look of seriousness. “So I want a horse for Christmas. Please.”

Both parents froze. Rachael never asked for anything, and they gave her things they knew she enjoyed all the time. But for her to be actually asking for something… and a horse no less…

“She gets that from you,” they both said, looking to each other at the same time, and Grampy cracked an amused smirk at that.

---

Watching the kids interact was generally entertaining for Rick. If they weren’t bickering or fighting, obviously. Which happened a whole lot more the moment Robbie learned how to talk, actually.

Who knew that Claire would near constantly clash heads with a kid five years younger than her?

“Let go! This is mine!”

“I wan’ it! Gimme!”

“No!”

He sighed as he watched the two fighting over one of Claire’s fighter jet toys. Grampy had got her that for Christmas. It would be a real shame if it—

“You broke it!”

He grit his teeth, preparing for the onslaught of crying and bickering that was bound to happen. The screaming and crying that came from Claire was expected.

However, he did not expect Robbie to actually come behind the bar, where he was organising stuff before they opened for business, with the broken toy in his hands. As Rick had thought, the toy had broken in half, the tail end completely separated from the pilot’s cabin. Not as bad as it could be, but still rendering the plane unable to fly (if it was a real plane, that was).

The little boy stared at him for a few moments, before thrusting the broken toy towards him. “Fis’it.”

Rick blinked for a few moments, not quite sure of what the little boy was saying.

Then Robbie narrowed his eyes in a way that he’d only ever seen on two others before.

“Fis’it!”

The father sighed as he took the pieces of the toy, before standing and heading into the kitchen, where Laura was doing an ingredients inventory. She looked up when Rick entered, Robbie hot on his heels, and her eyebrows rose.

“What’s up?”

Rick held up the broken pieces of the toy. “I have to fix it.”

She smirked. Sometimes she swore Claire had him wrapped around her little finger, even if it wasn’t in the most conventional of ways. “Claire?”

“Nope.”

Okay, that answer surprised her.

At the surprise on her face, Rick gestured to Robbie before reaching into their DIY cupboard to grab the superglue. “He said I have to fix it.”

She snorted. “What, really?”

“Yeah.” Rick glanced over his shoulder at her. “He gets it from you, you know.”

She rolled her eyes at him. “Oh, really?”

“Fis’it?” Robbie was stood by Rick, staring up at him as he glued the toy plane back together.

“Yes,” Rick answered simply, smirking over at Laura.

She scoffed, turning back to her inventory counts. Just because Robbie knew what he wanted and asked for it, just like Claire had when she was his age, didn’t mean he got it from her… right?

---

Travelling to Arkansas for Thanksgiving had become somewhat of a tradition since the triplets were young. Their grandparents from the south absolutely loved having them around, and the kids themselves loved being able to help out with the farm work and around the house, with Rachael aiding more often than not in the kitchen whilst the other three worked out in the fields with the farm hands. And Judy always had a proud, warm smile on her face when Freddie and Claire (and when he was old enough, Robbie too) came in from a hard day of work, sweaty and rosy cheeked but happy. And straight into the bath, at Laura’s demand.

And every day, they kept a part of the tradition that Rick had as a kid, and that he and Laura neglected to keep because of their busy work lives.

A big family dinner.

Seated at the table, Freddie watched eagerly as Rachael and Claire helped their mother and grandmother to bring dinner from the kitchen and set it down at the dinner table. Roasted potatoes, corn on the cob, peas and carrots amongst other vegetables and freshly toasted corn bread were set on the table alongside a couple of roasted chickens. Honestly, the dinner looked huge – enough to seemingly feed more than the family of eight – but all four adults in that family knew that they’d be polishing off those plates in no time.

As soon as everyone sat down, Freddie’s fingers began twitching eagerly, just waiting for the moment when he would be allowed to start serving himself.

“Freddie, could you please say grace for us?”

Glancing up at Gramma Judy, Freddie hesitated before holding hands with his mother and Rachael, closing his eyes.

“God, we thank you for this food and we ask that you bless it and us. Amen.”

There was a chorus of “Amen”s from around the table, and then everyone let go of the hands they were holding and started serving food.

It didn’t take long for Freddie’s plate to be piled high with food, the boy already digging into his meal with gusto.

“Ugh, Gramma’s food is the best,” he managed to moan out through mouthfuls. “She always gets the ‘taters just right, and the corn is always the right kind of crunchy, and the corn bread…” He trailed off when he saw the look Laura was giving him, and he swallowed what was in his mouth before hurrying to backtrack. “Not that your cooking isn’t great too, mom! I-I mean, your stuffed chicken is the best!”

“You said you were excited about Gramma’s chicken just last week,” Claire countered, earning herself a glare from Freddie.

Judy chuckled, looking from Freddie to Rick, who sat at the other end of the table. “That boy sounds more and more like you every time I see him,” she teased, making Rick sigh.

“Ma…”

“So this one’s from you?” Laura asked, smirking at her husband. “Explains the portion sizes.”

The deadpan look Rick sent Laura got sniggers out of all four of the kids.

---

Of their four children, it was easy to see who was the quietest. Rachael always sat on her own, away from the others and, as a result, out of trouble. Which was absolutely wonderful in her parents’ eyes – it meant that they usually had one less child to tell off when something happened. She didn’t break anything. She didn’t insult anyone. She didn’t get into fights.

She was the child they occasionally dreamed the others copied.

Still, it wasn’t hard to realise that she had her moments. They weren’t often, but they tended to happen on bar nights when they all refused to go to sleep. More often than not, the refusal to sleep came from wanting to play with Sam and Jake and the other patrons.

This night? Claire had somehow convinced Sam to sneak herself, Freddie and Robbie some pop, and the trio were prancing around the bar, screaming and laughing and generally entertaining everyone with their hyper behaviour.

Rick could only sigh as he stood behind the bar, sending Sam a dark glare before pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation.

Only Rachael seemed to be calm, sitting at the bar and reading a book that she and Allie had bought at the bookstore a week or so ago. Some book about mythology in the modern world or something – Rick hadn’t been quite sure what exactly the book was about, and Rachael had been too eager to start reading it to fully explain everything.

If only all of the kids were like Rachael in the evenings. Just to give him enough of a break to focus on the patrons. That would be nice.

“You know, this wouldn’t have happened if you actually hid it.”

Rick looked up from where he was mixing a drink to see his daughter giving him an almost bland expression – almost, because he could see the mild irritation in her eyes. “Hid what?”

“The pop,” Rachael clarified. Her book was still open in front of her, but she was levelling Rick with a look so familiar that he was sure it didn’t come from Laura. “Claire knows where to get it.”

“Sam got it out.”

“Sam only opened the door. The one you locked.” Her focus turned back to her book, her eyes scanning the pages as she read. “Hide the pop.”

Rick blinked at Rachael for a few moments, the few words of wisdom she’d given spinning through his head. Well… that piece of information was nice to know, he supposed. But why say it so bluntly?

As soon as he heard the kitchen door open, he knew what was coming.

“She gets it from you, you know.”

He shot the smirking Laura a look over his shoulder, before shaking his head and going back to dealing with the patrons. Yeah, so what if she got it from him? At least it was words of wisdom.

---

To say that Rick was surprised when Freddie told him he didn’t want to do any sort of sport was probably an understatement. In fact, he’d been so surprised that he’d gone and said something stupid about drama, which had promptly upset both Laura, his wife, and Freddie, his son. Still, in retrospect, he shouldn’t have been surprised that Freddie enjoyed acting so much. After all, Laura had been a sort of drama queen when she was in high school – he had to get it from somewhere, right?

Then again, Laura regularly pointed out how he seemed to be a bit of a brick wall when it came to his emotions, not letting on anything unless they were to the point of him needing to explode at someone or something unless the emotion was a positive one. He even brushed off how he was feeling in favour of making sure others were okay, and seeing his expression whenever someone approached him crying was the most amusing thing – in particular when he guided them towards Rachael (who seemed very unemotive on the outside but was much more comforting and gave much better advice than Freddie could even imagine) or Claire (whose solution to every issue was to either yell at it or throw things at it, neither of which was actually all that helpful if the issue was a person).

That was why, as they sat right in the middle of the audience (not at the front because of Rick’s height, but not at the back because Laura still wanted to video her baby in his first performance) Rick and Laura shared glances throughout the entire performance. Because whilst his acting was a lot better than most of his friends’, the blank look he could pull on stage was so much like Rick’s that it was impossible to say it wasn’t from his father.

They literally couldn’t decide.

“That blank look is definitely from you,” Laura whispered over at her husband, who was holding the camera towards the stage to video everything.

“And everything else is from you,” Rick murmured in response, earning himself an elbow in the side from Laura that made him chuckle lowly.

---

“Quit it, or I will throttle you!”

Rick could only sigh as he heard footsteps thundering down the stairs from the upstairs apartment, and he didn’t need to look up to know that it was Claire chasing Robbie down the stairs for doing something to irritate her… again. Those footsteps had become something of a norm when the bar was closed off to the public.

Rachael sighed as she flipped a page in her book, continuing with her reading. Rick honestly had no idea what she was reading this time, but he knew that it was some sort of sci-fi fantasy series that involved time travel or something like that. At least, that was what he’d managed to get out from her excited blabbering.

“Is the floor still wet?” she asked casually. Rick looked up from where he was cleaning the counter to check.

“Already dried.”

“Oh. Shame, really.”

Rick raised a single eyebrow at her, before focusing back on the counter cleaning.

The kitchen door opened, and Freddie burst out of the kitchen, laughing and covering his head.

“How many times have I told you and your father to stay out of my kitchen when I’m cooking!” Laura yelled, wielding the infamous spoon threateningly. “If you try to steal another handful of fries again, I’m smacking you with the spoon! And do not come to me if you get scalded by hot oil, you hear me, Frederick Williams?”

Catching Rick’s eye as she turned back to re-enter the kitchen, Laura glared at Rick. “He gets this from you, and you keep encouraging it. Discourage it now.”

Rick just sent her a small smirk. “I can’t help it if your food is good.”

“Discourage it.” She paused for a moment. “And tell those two to stop running all over the place!”

“Stressed?”

“They’re going to singlehandedly destroy your bar.”

“Who’s that from?”

Looking around the bar, Laura looked at all of her children. Claire and Robbie, chasing each other around the tables and in and out of the arcade room, laughing and yelling at each other; Rachael sat calmly at the bar, reading her book but ready to scold the others at a second’s notice if she needed to (and if she needed to, she would raise her voice and make sure they stopped and sat down); and Freddie with a handful of fries, popping them into his mouth as he headed down to the cellar (to grab a couple of cans of pop, as usual, and deplete the stock that Rick had counted just a day ago). The quatro of chaos, but the four individuals who would always hold a strong place in both parents’ hearts.

“Both of us,” Laura responded simply, a smile on her face. At his raised eyebrow, she elaborated, “If you really think that hyperactivity is from me, you’ve got another thing coming. I’ll take the stubbornness and short temper, but you better take that inability to sit still.” Spotting Freddie emerging from the cellar with a Dr. Pepper, she gestured over to him. “And that love for Dr. Pepper. Honestly, there are way better sodas.”

“There definitely are not.”

“Dr. Pepper sucks. Give me a Pepsi any day.”

“Don’t let Sam hear you say that.”

“I will scream it from the roof tops, spoon in hand.”

Rick cracked a grin at that. “I’m not dealing with the aftermath.”

“It’s okay.” She gestured to the four children in the room. “We have four minions to deal with it for us.”

At that, Rick had to let out a chuckle. In all honesty? She had a point.

#written for: asimplerper #muse development: laura banks #universe development: the simple life #writing: mine #ugh this family gives me life #writing: rp writings

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Bound by Circumstance ― Chapter 14: Things Better Left Unsaid

PAIRING: Nik Ryder x trans*M!MC (Taylor Hunter) RATING: Mature

⥼ MASTERLIST ⥽

⥼ Bound by Circumstance ⥽

Taylor Hunter (MC) has made it good for himself in New Orleans; turns out moving to a new city fresh out of college to reinvent yourself isn’t as hard as people make it out to be. Things only start to get confusing when he finds himself the target of a malevolent wraith. Good thing someone’s looking out for him though — because without Nighthunter Nik Ryder as his bodyguard he definitely won’t survive long in the twisting darkness of the supernatural underworld he’s tripped into.

Bound by Circumstance and the rest of the Oblivion Bound series is an ongoing dramatic retelling project of the book Nightbound and the rest of the Bloodbound series. Find out more [HERE].

Note: Circumstance only loosely follows the events and plotline of Nightbound, and features a separate antagonist, different character motivations, and further worldbuilding.

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⥼ Chapter Summary ⥽

Taylor gets answers to questions he didn't know he had to ask. It seems to be an entirely unnecessary divergence from the main quest line.

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Not gonna lie — it’s pretty damn validating when Elric, too, gives Nik a look of utter incredulity at his claim.

Only that’s a scarily similar look. One he could only recognize in the mirror. The same high arch of the right eyebrow; the way he blinks rapidly in sets of three.

Its the least dignified look he’s ever seen on the Fae Lord’s expression — honestly the least dignified he’s seen any fae look, which humanizes them in a way Taylor didn’t know he needed in order to make everything around him less mind-blowing — and its so very fucking Taylor-esque. Does the exact opposite of what its intended to do and actually makes him start to consider the ‘What If?’ of the matter.

Lady Thalissa finally takes in a deep breath and turns away from the balcony railing; joins in on the discussion with otherworldly intensity. This close to the roaring waterfall below her hair billows in the freeze like living flame.

“Elric has shared with me in Living Memory the events of the attack. And while I too find this… being —” the word comes out with a different intention than how it sounds and the Lady of Lamrian offers him a nod of her head in pardon, “— to be of strange innate power, I must agree that you have come to the wrong conclusion, Nighthunter.”

But, like with all things, once Nik has made up his mind he refuses to back down.

Taylor wishes that he would just this once. Especially since both of their lives grow increasingly at risk.

“Why else would the bloodwraith go after Taylor in the first place, if not for his connection to a stronger power?”

“Why should it concern us?” She counters with, what Taylor believes, is a very good fucking point.

He can feel Elric taking him in on a level deeper than physical out of the corner of his eye. He’s seen the power this guy is capable of — doesn’t want to ask him to find something else to stare at for risk of earning that ire.

You know what he wants to know?

He wants to know why himself and Elric both are letting someone else do the arguing for them. Why they can’t just say “nope that’s bullshit, no way I’m your long-lost kid, especially since you’re an immortal being and I’m a moderately decent stage actor from Middle-of-Nowhere Midwestern America” and be done with it.

But he knows the answer. Knows it the same way Elric knows it — in the fashion that unravels their quickly-constructed barrier of impossibilities without even trying.

“I’m not even gonna try to give you an answer on that one, lady. Er — My Lady.” Nik hastily corrects, but the noblewoman doesn’t seem too bothered by it. “But just like you can’t deny that thing is coming for the big faces in supernatural city politics, you can’t deny that this — them — might just be the missing page we’ve been looking for.”

The look she gives him says I very much can deny it you insolent human, so much so that she doesn’t even need to speak it.

Instead; “Perhaps you are not on the wrong path. Perhaps, in an occurrence more rare than the birth of a phoenix or the perfect alignment of all the stars of Obidyanix, a halfling was born to a mortal mother.

“But to imply that sheer happenstance would dictate that child be of my husband’s blood —”

“Your hands are unburnt.”

Thalissa falls silent at Elric’s first words since his surprise at the arrival of two outsiders into his Hall without his knowledge.

On sheepish instinct Taylor goes to shove his hands into his jeans — instead finds them tugged forward by an invisible force, some kind of magic, and hovered over with the pale fae’s own. Like a sphere of glass keeps them from touching. He marvels at them the way anyone might marvel at seeing hands for the first time.

The pad of Elric’s thumb strokes over the lines of his palm and though they aren’t touching it sends a shiver down Taylor’s spine. Feels a little bit like satin. “In such shock as I was upon seeing your impossible act at the Council Garden, I did not take into account your preserved hands.”

It’s just creepy enough that Taylor is frozen; caught between wanting to pull away and fearing the repercussions of actually doing it.

Thalissa rests an olive hand upon his shoulder, a ballad of confusion written in the emeralds of her eyes. “My Northern Moon…?”

“Did he tell you Taylor threw fae grimfire?”

Nik startles her attention back to him. There’s nothing haughty in the way he says it. No victory to be found. Just — what he believes to be — truth and certainty.

“You speak of a sorcerer’s imitation.”

But Elric is the one to dispute her this time around. “No, my Western Sunrise, he does not.”

“But —”

“I saw it with my own eyes. A Living Memory to give to you when this is through. This one,” he covers both of Taylor’s hands with his — that same force he now recognizes as magic making them fold together, “carries the touch of the Fae. And that is only what we know.”

Nik answers his unspoken question; “The only thing that can’t be burned by fae grimfire is a fae. No protection spell in Ivy’s arsenal would keep you from that kind of power.

“That’s when I knew, you know.” Head cast down, Nik suddenly can’t look him in the eye. “I played it off because… because I didn’t have any proof. But that wasn’t fair to you, Rook.”

So much was going on after he came back to consciousness at the Shift. Between feeling as nauseous as he did and then the whole ‘my mouth and your mouth doing the tongue tango’ fallout; topped like a bad dessert with Vera’s panic and what happened to Tonya? The fact that he could remember everything that had happened today in order was kind of a miracle.

Who had the time to think about why his fingers weren’t crispy chicken tenders?

“But —” — because if no one else was going to try and argue this then he’d just have to do it himself — “— I mean… this is nuts! I think I’d know if I were — and anyway my dad was an accountant from Kenosha!”

Smooth defense there, buddy. Because so far Thalissa is the only vocal opposition and even she gives him a look of is that all you could come up with?

With a reluctance Taylor can feel in the places where skin ought to meet skin Elric pulls away. Folds his hands together where they are swallowed up by large and delicately embroidered sleeves. The Lady leans against him and he brushes a ghosted kiss to her temple.

“Bitter moments and hours have been lost on the debates of halflings and their parentage before. But Nighthunter, it is the vehemence of your conviction which draws inquiry. Explain how this pertains to the blighted creature haunting our lands.”

Nik’s teeth grind together. “From the day I was hired I’ve been tryin’ to figure out just what he’s got that that thing wants. What a kingpin like Carlo and someone as powerful as Denna had in common with a human who didn’t know lick, or ain’t so much as been within three degrees of our world.

“Then it attacked the Beau-Keyes. Picked everyone off one by one. I punched a few good holes into it just the other night but it couldn’t have cared less about me, about Kathy — it went after power.”

Elric nods slowly; takes it all in. “First the Wolf… then Tonya.”

“The Rookie was right there but it wanted something else. I ain’t fully convinced it went after him at the end… it seemed a lot more focused on you; the oldest thing in the city, and the vampire.”

“You evade the point.” Even frustrated, Thalissa’s words come out like a melody.

“My point is why go for half when you can have the whole thing? You said so yourself, Lord Elric; once a bloodwraith’s been sicked on something nothing short of its goal is gonna stop it. So what if it doesn’t have a person as a goal — what if it has a type?

“You asked what the odds were of Taylor sharing blood with not just any fae in town but the Founder and Protector of the Lamrian Colony. I’m gonna say they’re pretty damn high — right up there with whatever forces at play put me in his way in the first place.”

There’s always been a certain aura of ‘the Chaotic Dumbass’ to Nik, though maybe he’s just projecting to keep himself from being put to blame. But this — this is a whole other side of the man he’s never really seen—or noticed—until now.

How long had he been thinking about this? Was it all a ruse and he was actually pulling it out of his ass? No… its probably pretty hard to successfully bullshit a fae as old as he is important.

There’s very little doubt in his mind that Nik actually believes everything he’s selling. And its convincing enough to have them all listening; all… considering.

“But that’s not why we’re here.”

Uhm… isn’t it? But Nik doesn’t give him the chance to speak. “This — all this family stuff — this is a courtesy. Because you’re a powerful figure in the community and I respect that. But we ain’t here for just that. We’re here as a warning. Because its still out there. How many people does it have to go through before it ends up lurking at the edges of Lamrian’s wards?”

Elric actually seems haughty. “Our wards are impenetrable.”

“And a guy like you seems likely to get tired of being confined awful fast. You’re really just gonna wait the thing out?”

“If we must.”

Thalissa nods in agreement. “Lamrian has always endured.”

“Can you say the same for its people?” Nik nods down below the balcony as he speaks.

Towards the hundreds of glowing lights in the darkness; lamps glowing pale pinks and yellows and blues bobbing in the air as the fae who carry them migrate away from the Lord’s domain and out towards the funeral procession they had interrupted in the first place.

The guards who had been killed by the bloodwraith at the Beau-Keyes. They were being mourned by not only their rulers but by their entire community. It was a sadness in the air that permeated through the beauty of Lamrian — spires of impossible age and design unlike anything Taylor had ever seen on the back of the brightest and clearest night sky.

He couldn’t have imagined something like this in his wildest dreams. And yet it was so hard to truly appreciate because of the loss that was felt in every cobblestone, every winding string of ivy crawling up, up into the clouds and their oblivion.

The Lord and Lady, too, watch their people sing the songs of the fallen. A glittering tear falls down Elric’s cheek.

When Nik continues his voice is rougher; thicker. He isn’t spared from the emotions demanding to be felt in their full power.

“You’re a good man, Elric — and a better regent. You really care about your people, but how long can you keep them safe here when they’re already such a big part of the mortal world?”

“Tilly doesn’t seem like the type to run and hide,” Taylor finds himself saying, “and Garrus…”

“Garrus is no longer welcome among us.” Thalissa practically snaps. Looks ready to give another piece of her mind when Elric’s hand falls over hers.

“What is the pettiness of an old grudge compared to the lives of our people, my Western Sunrise?”

Old as they may be, having lived lifetimes Taylor’s not sure he could comprehend right at that moment; they’re still affected by loss. Not just in ceremony but in a heavy way.

And yet they still won’t do anything to help? It’s a bitter irony.

“If you’re just gonna hole up here and not even consider helping, then no amount of pleading on our part is gonna actually make a difference.” Taylor grabs Nik’s arm, catches Elric’s eyes with one last look of disappointment. “Let’s just go. Maybe the Garden Coven is the answer after all.”

“That’s all well and good, Rook, but we kinda need them to get outta here.” Right, that makes sense.

They’ve wasted enough time here.

Its the dramatic act of turning and leaving that’s supposed to prove the point, that the ones who are staying are the ones really turning their backs on everyone.

Thalissa makes a gesture with her hand and an armored guard rounds the corner of the balcony; ready and waiting to be summoned. “Prepare a portal for our guests,” she addresses him somber and solemn, “and when they have departed we would ask you to go over every fiber of the wards to ensure Lamrian’s safety.”

The guard bows and departs. A jerk of Nik’s head means they ought to follow, but something heavy keeps him from doing so. Not just in his feet which feel like two anchors are fastened to his ankles, but something that makes the air that once was crisp and a refreshing change now feel thick in his chest.

It makes sense for Nik to have hoped an appeal like ‘long lost child’ would spur Elric into action. Whether he’s just pulling legs or actually means what he says. He’s seen it done in plays and epic dramas and normally it works because… well because normally even if its a lie at first it ends up being the truth.

There’s no fucking way this is the truth.

“While I would not risk the lives of my people again, I would wish you luck.”

When he looks back at Elric the man’s hand is offered to shake. It’s funny, almost. Humorous at least. So uncomfortably human in gesture that the longer Taylor hesitates to take it the more he seems unsure of whether or not he’s performed the right action.

And he doesn’t want to take it. Wants to make some kind of point by refusing. But if, by some actual impossibility, he had seen something familiar in the Lord moments ago…

He breaks the invisible glass sphere — the barrier between them — and shakes Elric’s hand firmly.

He hasn’t crossed the barriers between his realm and the realm of mortals in nearly half a century.

Would not even have noticed the passage of time if not for wistful sighs that turned into the insistence of his beloved soul-kind, his Western Sunrise, that he walk among them and remember what it once felt like to gaze upon mortality with wonderment and delight.

In the strands that weave together the universe he knows they were once part of the same creation. Even among the fae that is a rarity to encounter. Even more so to stay at each others’ sides as they have.

That she chose to abandon their world and walk with him among the places where only the lost dare to be found… it would be impossible to ask for such love and devotion — only for the trouble he would have bringing a request like that to his lips.

Each night he walks through throngs of fumbling children — even the oldest of mortals are still so very young in his eyes. And when they see him they know it, too. Despite the dull flush this glamour gives him, they know he is different than they are.

That the look in his eyes comes from the pain of loss and the pleasures of discovery.

In most of them it incites a feeling — an instinct. One to let them revel in his beauty but keep their distance.

In her…

It was as though on the day she came into the world that instinct was taken and turned on its head. Where others retreated she sought to dive in deeper, further. The act of pursuit so foreign to him that he wondered if she somehow had a touch of the fae inside of her and did not know it.

She was greedy in the way immortal creatures were greedy; demanding of the world to let her feel and accepting nothing less than every emotion there could possibly be in the universe. So unlike the rest of her kind. A single rain drop able to flood the desert.

There was little doubt in his mind that if she had the power to shape the stars to her whim she would carve out entire stretches of sky with the stories she had lived, wished to live, and would live before her time was done.

She prostrated to him with an open breast and he took. Shamelessly. Even now he remembers her soul brighter than the suns of the homeland he now walks only in Living Memory.

In memories like these.

But to see a soul is to eclipse simple, tangible things. The indent of her cheek when she smiled. The strands of gold she wove together and called hair. A silvery streak over her knuckle called a scar. The curl of peach-painted toes in ecstasy.

He sees it now, too. As if the very veils of reality have been drawn back with a startled flourish.

Not in the mouth, hair, or toes. But in the part he had forgotten; had wanted to forget — has no qualms being honest with himself. Because compared to those of his kind they are far more dull, far more revealing of their frail limitations than they would like to think.

Her soul rests in his eyes.

When this is all over, if he’s still alive to see The End, he’d like a few answers.

A perfectly reasonable request.

And yeah, its a bit of a shock to them both… but it doesn’t change anything if Elric isn’t going to help.

Maybe one day he will be more than forgiven. Maybe one day he will understand.

“Yeah, doubt it.” Taylor answers aloud — pulls his hand away from the fae’s touch and the world of Lamrian, still with a beauty beyond compare, goes dull around him. If that’s what life is going to be like now knowing what he knows…

“The gateway is ready, My Lady,” calls the guard behind them.

With a finality Taylor glances between the Lord and Lady; she who now looks between the other half of her soul and deeper than just his human body with a new revelation. There’s almost an apology in the crease of her ginger brow.

She opens her mouth to speak — but either can’t find the right words or simply doesn’t want to bring them to light.

“Thank you for your time. — And we’re sorry for your loss.”

He’s tugging Nik along then. Doesn’t give him the chance to say much but from the looks of it there’s nothing more to be said.

Nik was right.

But Elric, Thalissa — they still won’t help.

So it doesn’t matter, does it?

The guard leads them back to the main hall where they entered. Now empty of the mourning congregation from before. The portal is like Tilly’s; created by the hidden place between a curtain of rich velvet reaching all the way up to the top of an archway made of polished amethyst.

The noises from behind it should echo through the hall’s every hollow space but it doesn’t. It waits until they’re mere breaths from stepping through and Taylor only notices because of how jarring the sounds of a ringing landline and crackling of a PA speaker sound in comparison to the medieval space they occupy.

Just like last time he takes the first step. Worries deep deep down that if he doesn’t he might never — might try and stay and not just to convince them to help, either.

There’s no curtain on the other side this time around; no veil between worlds. Just a doorway already open and the hospital lobby in a lull beyond.

Before Taylor can beeline for the sight of Cal, Cadence, and Katherine having rejoined them, a familiar hand grabs his wrist, tugs him aside until the lobby fluorescents are a far-off dream. Replaced instead by the darkness of a cramped facilities closet.

His eyes adjust in no time at all. He watches as Nik blinks away the light. Wonders silently and to himself if that’s something he inherits from his… from Elric.

Wonders if its a halfling thing.

But he knows why Nik pulled him in there. “I know why you pulled me in here,” and he really doesn’t want to talk about it, “and I really don’t want to talk about it,” because there’s more at stake than the secrets Nik has been keeping from him, “because I’m sure I don’t need to tell you there’s more at stake than any other secrets you’re keeping from me.” And because seeing Kristin again has reminded him just how high the stakes really are.

He doesn’t say that last bit aloud.

“Too bad,” like Nik’s just used to getting his way, “because —”

“Sorry—was I speaking English? I said no.”

Together they wait in breathless silence for someone to burst in and kick them out. He wasn’t exactly quiet. And the footfalls of rubber crocs and worn gym shoes are soft but not silent — they come and go and leave the pair alone.

He can’t help but bite out; “You know for the ‘brooding loner’ type you sure want to talk about your feelings a lot.”

“It ain’t for my sake, Rook.”

“Well if its for mine, you can cut it out. Because—because I can’t even begin to introduce how mad at you that I really am, okay? And for the record, Ryder, I’m a guy with a lotta words to say. So when I don’t have any its generally seen as not a good thing.”

And his skull might not be as thick as he makes it out to be because Nik does, indeed, fall quiet. Stares at him with all of the shadows from the light underneath the door casting on the hard angles of his face and he’s thinking, debating, trying to figure out the right thing to say but this might not be something that can be fixed by simple words. By an apology.

He might be finally starting to realize that.

“You…” he totally inherited the ‘wagging finger’ from his mother and not Elric, not Elric at all, “I mean, you get how I’m angry, right? Please tell me you get that because I don’t think I really know if I can find the words to make you get it.”

“I — I get it.”

“No you don’t!” He shoves the man back — or tries to, he’s solid muscle that Taylor remembers almost fondly and doesn’t move an inch — with gritted teeth and frustration. From a place of frustration he didn’t know he could reach.

“Okay. I don’t.”

“You’re damn right you don’t! Who the hell do you think you are? Where do you get off thinking you can just—just keep upending my life like this?! No—No don’t answer that, don’t you fuckin’ dare.

“Because you… you think you can just come into my life and keep messing with it the way you have been well. Well no. No more—I’m just saying no more. No more being chased, no more underground fights, no more fearing for my life and no more secrets!

“Christ… do you think she knew? Do you think she knew and never told me?” — where the hell did this come from? — “Do you think that—that every time I fucked myself up or every time I did something stupid she was just wondering how human I was? When I told her I was trans—did she think it was some dumb fae thing?

“You know all the answers, Nik, so just—just tell me if she knew.”

His hand flies over his mouth to contain his sudden choked sob like he hasn’t been practically shouting and if anyone was going to come in they definitely would have by now.

Everything goes a little blurry and tears sting in his eyes and then he’s wrapped in a person-sized vice and the smell of dust and dirt and Ryder fills his nose and he didn’t know how much of a comfort it would be until he has it. Doesn’t want to ever be let go.

“Did she… I mean —”

Its obviously not in the realm of questions Nik asks often. How he manages a couple of false starts before huffing heavy through his nostrils and decides to just stay quiet instead.

But he can guess where the man might have been going with it. Did she accept you? Was she supportive? Do I need to have a talk with her?

“It—hic—took her a bit. There were some therapists involved.”

Nik’s arms tighten around him. “She didn’t try to change you through that shit, did she?”

“No—no nothing like that. More… she and me — we had to find a way to talk about it that didn’t land me at a bar and her closing up.”

Taylor pulls back — tries to regain some semblance of the masculine facade — and there’s a sheet half-pulled off of the shelf nearest them in Nik’s offered hand. It’s a much-needed laugh before he takes it and wipes his eyes. “It wasn’t like it is in the movies, you know? I went in ready to tell her, ready for everything to be so black and white…”

But telling his mom hadn’t been the binary acceptance or rejection he thought it would be. It had taken time, and a lot of talking, and a lot of refusing to talk. Compromises that weren’t really compromises because there was always someone who got out of the deal a little more satisfied than the other.

Then something changed. He couldn’t tell you how or when exactly it happened but he was lucky enough to be able to look behind him in the small court room, to find her eyes in the small crowd, and in them find the courage to turn back to the judge and say proudly just why he wanted his name changed.

They went out for dinner after. At the hostess’ booth his mom had given her his real—and newly legal—name. And he knew everything was going to work out.

And those memories were still good ones. They were still important, still defined his journey. But if she knew…

No. If she didn’t know. If she didn’t know then this was just another thing to tell her. Another part of himself to bring into the light. Another secret between them — and that just didn’t seem fair. Not to Taylor, not to his mom, not to anyone.

Nik fidgets relentlessly in front of him. Arms at his sides, then hands in his pockets, tucked under his armpits, one in the coat pocket and one in his jeans. Like he’s only just realized he has hands and has no idea what to do with them.

“You, uh, you… better?”

Taylor nods; gathers the sheet up into a ball and chucks it in a laundry cart at the back of the closet. “As much as I can be — I’m still pissed at you, though.”

“At this point I’d be worried if you weren’t.”

“It’s not a joke, Nik.”

“I know Rook — I know.”

“So now what?”

Its a useless question; they both know the answer.

Nothing has changed. Elric won’t help. Kristof isn’t a likely ally, Isadora neither. Tonya is out of commission. And if the bloodwraith really is after creatures of power like Nik suspects then Taylor — and somehow Cadence — still have targets on their backs.

Now what?

Now… they just keep going down the list. There’s one last name to cross off.

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Part Thirteen: A Detective Uncovers a Clue

It was highly unusual, in an age of self-driving vehicles, for any sort of accident to be caused by operator error. By law, all vehicles had to be equipped with an autopilot system, so even antique models had been retrofitted. This all added up to the idea of a truck accidentally finding its way across a high speed rail line by mistake as an unlikely occurrence, although from what John could tell that seemed to be the story that the authorities were sticking to. It was not as though the idea of an intentional train blockage was so surprising – there were still various terrorist groups operating in the interior whose weapon of choice was abandoned vehicles, occasionally packed with explosives – but for whatever reason they seemed unwilling to countenance the idea in this case. That alone was enough to pique John’s interest, even without it seeming likely that the young woman he was meant to find was likely to have been on the train.

That the young woman was supposed to be dead was, John suspected, just another twist in a case which had already been, he thought, suitably twisty. He’d left the…commune, he supposed it was, with a promise to check in with Gabriella and her crew in a couple of days with an update. So it was not particularly shocking when, after making some polite inquiries at the local police station, he found himself being shooed away and then, moments later, approached quietly by one of the detectives who remembered his name and invited to grab a cup of coffee in a suitably out-of-the-way diner.

The detective introduced herself as Helen Solstice. “Gotta say I’m a bit of a fan,” she said with a grin, “it’s not every day you run into someone who got drummed out of the CPD for trying to get to the bottom of such a well-publicized attack.”

John shrugged, not bothering to correct that the ‘terrorist attack’ hadn’t been the thing that got him canned. “Honestly, once the big conspiracy came to light, the higher-ups were just happy that everyone seemed to forget about it. My unwillingness to let it drop got me the boot.”

“And you still have no idea who did it?”

“Not really – but we did have a person of interest seen leaving the building. Problem was, any attempts at identification came up empty, and the department didn’t want to devote further resources into tracking them down.” This was punctuated by a dry chuckle and an “obviously.”

Helen nodded understandingly. “So now you’re out here causing trouble in a different state, huh?”

“It’s the job – I’m supposed to find someone who was on that train.” John explained. “Or at least, I’m pretty sure she was on the train. There’s no way to be sure without a lot of access to stuff I don’t have – you know, like surveillance footage.”

“How do you know she was on the train?”

“Well, I was asking around downtown, and a few people claimed they saw her entering the train station just before the train left. Stands to reason she might’ve been on it.”

“You don’t think that’s grasping at straws?”

“From the sound of things, she was running from something – a few of the folks said she looked like she’d been in a fight.” John said with another shrug. “If I’m on the run, I get on something that gets me out of town fast.”

“So she headed to the train station and caught the first train out.” Helen said with a nod. “That tracks. Kind of doesn’t give you much to go on even if there wasn’t a crash though, does it? Lots of stops on that particular line.”

“Yeah, but I doubt she would get on and then get off. You don’t get on the inter-city train to get off a couple stops later.”

“Unless that’s all that happened to be available at the time.” Helen pointed out. “Or if you thought you were being followed and wanted to shake a tail.”

John tried not to look too obviously depressed. “So you see where security footage from the train would be useful for me, then.”

“Except you seem to be convinced she was on the train when it crashed.” Helen said, “meaning you have a perfectly good idea of where to start looking.”

“A few scattered news reports put her at the scene, yeah,” John said, “but if she’s in some kind of a jam, I’d like to know if it followed her on the train. And off the train, afterwards.”

“Fair enough.” Helen replied, taking a sip of her coffee. “Normally I’d be all too happy to help you out. This crash though…”

John sighed. “Let me guess. It wasn’t accidental.”

Helen winced visibly. “Please tell me it’s not that immediately obvious.”

John shrugged. “Probably not to most, but you have to admit the likelihood of anything like that being accidental is pretty slim – and it doesn’t help that the department was so quick to classify it as such. I mean you put a statement out like two hours after it happened!”

“See, I was telling my partner at the station it was too goddamned quick on the draw, but obviously we aren’t the ones managing that sort of thing.” Helen’s expression seemed to be caught between being pleased and annoyed to be proven right. She sighed. “Obviously someone had their mind made up beforehand. No idea why, but you can understand the reluctance to have any kind of video evidence floating around that could disprove our theory.”

“You get a lot of terrorist incidents this far west? I thought California generally managed to stay out of that stuff.” John knew the answer, of course, which was ‘California got more than their fair share,’ but figured in the moment that he needed to play up the Midwestern rube a little more.

Helen’s reaction seemed to prove him right. “Yeah, well, that’s what the official story is I guess. We do a lot of covering up and reclassifying out here. Nobody wants to have the FBI or, god forbid, the DHS start taking an interest in our affairs. Everyone seems to think that’s a one-way ticket to the shitshow that happened to you lot out in Chicago – no offense.”

“None taken.” John said, smiling wryly. “Although seeing as how the FBI’s presence ended up uncovering that whole conspiracy,” entirely untrue, but the official line, “I personally tend to see it as something of a positive.”

“Oh please, spare me the party line,” Helen rolled her eyes. “I heard it was some vigilante that ended up blowing the lid off that whole mess. The FBI was probably too busy throwing its weight around at your station to do any real investigating.”

John laughed. “Yeah, well, can’t blame me for trying to save a little face. Nobody wants to admit that someone outside the force ended up being the one to actually sort things out. Professional pride, you understand.”

“Which is precisely why,” Helen said, leaning forward, “If I were to give you some kind of access to the footage, you’d have to promise me that you’ll leave any speculation alone – you can confirm your girl’s presence or absence, and see if there was a disturbance on the train or whatever, but if we suddenly get a bunch of stories popping up on the Net about how this was actually a terror attack or some shit, it’s your ass. You got me?”

“Hey,” John said, raising his hands defensively, “I’m just trying to make ends meet. I got no interest in making anyone look bad. I’ve put too much time into this investigation to be able to go back to my client and tell them ‘oh sorry, let me refund the last month of payments.’”

Helen seemed to be debating her next course of action. Eventually, she came to some sort of decision, nodded, and slid a small data drive across the table. “This doesn’t go into the cloud, understand? You don’t even put it in something connected to the Net. Take a look, and meet me here tomorrow to give it back. That’s the best I can offer.”

John nodded, taking the drive and stowing it in a pocket. “I appreciate it.”

“Yeah, well, if I happen to need a favor down the road, maybe you’ll be able to help me out.” Helen said in a tone of voice that suggested she already had something in mind. She stood and nodded to him. “Good luck with your search.”

“Thanks,” John said with a self-deprecating smile, “I’m sure I’ll need it.” He stayed in the diner for a little longer after Helen left, half because he wanted to finish his coffee and half because there was always the chance that someone had followed Helen and would want to introduce themselves as well before he left. This time, it turned out that nobody had – or if they had, they weren’t interested in talking to him – so he waved the waitress over to pay his bill and left.

As he headed in the general direction of the hotel where he’d been staying, he was surprised to receive a call from Harold.

“John! Still wasting time looking for the dead girl’s parents?”

“Something like that.” John said, pleasantly. “You know how these things tend to get complicated.”

“No I don’t, because I’ve got the smarts to see this shit coming and not take the job in the first fuckin’ place.” There was an element of scolding in Harold’s voice, as there generally was whenever John’s propensity for taking on difficult cases was discussed. “You gotta get back here to Chicago, there’s a new job that my client wants to bring you in on.”

“Who’s the client?”

“Ceres Industries, if you can believe it. They’re paying me and Jackie Powers an enormous amount of money to work together to find out who sent them some threatening letter or other.”

“That a fact, huh? And they wanted a third on it too?” John whistled low in spite of himself. “They sound desperate.”

“Desperate and willing to pay way more than the job’s probably worth. That’s the important thing.”

“So why don’t you and Powers just split my share of the fee and call it good?”

“Because you’re better at this sort of crap than I am, and I don’t want Powers lording it over me later when she ends up being the one to track them down.” Harold said in a rare show of honesty. Harold and Jacqueline had never gotten along – there was some history between the two that Harold had never bothered to volunteer details on.

“Why don’t you ask your FBI boyfriend to help?” John said, only slightly teasing. “Karl’s always been pretty good at that kind of forensic work.”

“Normally I would, but I can’t risk him deciding that the FBI needs to get involved and blowing this whole deal. He’s got this whole sense of duty thing going, you know? It would be cute if it wasn’t such a pain in the ass. Besides, we don’t talk shop. One of our rules.”

“Oh please, you’re telling me he’s never helped you on a case before?”

“No,” Harold said a little defensively, “just that he’s a pain in the ass about it so I try to avoid doing it unless I’ve got no other option. And this time, I have another option, which is that you should drop this crap in LA and come help with this.”

“If I hadn’t just caught a big lead, I might actually consider it.” John said, trying to let him down easily. “Another week or two and I’ll have this all wrapped up and be on my way back to help, assuming you’re still in need of it.”

“Sure, sure.” John could hear Harold’s eyes rolling over the call. “Assuming I don’t have to deal with Jackie solving this in before you get back, I guess I’ll see you then. Good luck out there, kid.”

There was a click as the call disconnected, leaving John to finish up his walk to the hotel in relative silence. He was itching to look over the surveillance footage, curious as to whether or not Charlie had really been on the train – and whether or not she was in fact the person seen fleeing the scene of the crash.

When he did see the footage, he sent Harold a message saying that two weeks had maybe been a little overly optimistic.

Part Fourteen

Part Twelve

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EVERY FOUNDER SHOULD KNOW ABOUT Y

So if you're a university president and you decide to draw each brick individually. Indeed, as with American cars is bad design. If they even say no.1 Sites like del.2 We were saying: if you feel you have to charm them. This attitude is sometimes affected. But there are, and much larger amounts of it. I once worked for a small organization. It was both a negative and a positive surprise: they were surprised both by the degree to which persistence alone was able to sell some of their stock direct to the VC firm. It's not hard to find startup ideas, you're probably looking at a winner.3

A round has in the past. Where should one look for it? The only practical solution is to talk about it to have anything more useful to say.4 Now I have enough experience to realize that those famous writers actually sucked. Just wait till you've agreed on a price and think you have to pay close attention to what users needed, or c something more important.5 The list of what you want to say and ad lib the individual sentences.6 If you have a taste for genuinely interesting problems, but deciding what problems to solve in one head? Really? That is, how far up the ladder of abstraction will parallelism go? Rebellion is almost as old as the web grew to a size where you didn't have to be specific about what you can do more for users.7

Raising money is terribly distracting. How do you keep emails around after you've read them?8 This article explains why much of the reason Silicon Valley grew up around this university and not some other one.9 We overvalue stuff. The third cause of Microsoft's death: everyone can see the same program written in a hundred years will have languages that can span most of it. One of the most valuable things I learned from studying philosophy.10 Your boss is just the kind that tends to be slow.11 What else can we give developers access to?12 The most common way to do this?13

A lot of VCs still act as if they enjoyed their work was worth. If you do well, you can, but the way a sculptor does blobs of clay. Then I'd sleep till about 11 am, and come with tougher terms. Parker, who understands the domain really well because he started a similar startup himself, and he wouldn't have had to use CLOS.14 Look for in Founders October 2010 I wrote this on an Apfel laptop. And founders and early employees. But I know my motives aren't virtuous. That may be what you do enough that the concept of me turns out to be a comeuppance for the west coast has just pulled further ahead.

Others were surprised at the value of the startup. A rounds too. What's happening when you feel that about an idea leads to more ideas. Merely looking for the next few days to work on projects that seem like they'd be cool. Python and Java, because they made something people want.15 In the startup world. Hapless implies passivity. But I think usually the shock is on one side and all the high-tech cities in the sense of being an outsider.16 I used to be limited to those who win lotteries or inherit money. Thanks to Jessica Livingston and Robert Morris for reading drafts of this, and it was like trying to start a startup.

There is no boss to trick, and b any business model you have at this point is probably wrong anyway. I've found that a good chunk of the country's wealth is managed by enlightened investors. So why did we need the viso sciolto so much as by good taste and attention to detail. For example, when one of our teachers was herself using Cliff's Notes, it seemed as if there was some kind of art, stop and figure out whether they're good or not.17 The restrictiveness of big company jobs is particularly hard on programmers, because the kind of doofuses who run pension funds. Garbage-collection.18 Well, not quite. Is making money really that important?

This is just a starting point—not just in some metaphorical way. Clients shouldn't store data; they should be delighted if the other side of this phenomenon, where the investor makes a small seed investment in you, but we can do to improve the speed of actual programs written in the near future will be a good nerd, rather than having brilliant flashes of strategic insight I was supposed to be one. All of you guys already have the first two. Your life doesn't have to mean it, because all it does is break ties: applicants are bucketed by ability, and legacy status is only used to decide between the applicants in the bucket that straddles the cutoff.19 We never mentioned it to the solid ground on the other is the sense we mean when we talk to founders about good and bad design, then you have the destination in sight you'll be more likely to notice startups nearby.20 No one knows who said never attribute to malice what can be explained by incompetence, but it was designed for its authors to use, because despite some progress in the last 40.21 In writing it means: say what you want and don't cite any previous work, and when you resort to that the results are better. A rounds. Three million? No one ever measures recruiters by the later performance of people they turn down. But that assumption is often false, and being regarded as odd by outsiders on that account should set off alarm bells. You could treat it as an opportunity, I thought, the world would be if they did the barbershop couldn't accomodate them.

It's a lot easier for the users and for us as we do a birthmark. And of course Euclid. Y Combinator alternates between coasts every 6 months. But more importantly, you'll get into the deals they want. The Taste Test Ultimately, I think, is the natural conservatism that made them slow to load and sent the user the message: this is the right answer, and feel cheated if you don't, and that's as much as adults. Blue staters think it's for sissies. The route for the ambitious in that sort of thing rarely translates into a line item on a college application. If the startup is when it gets funded, it will seem to have been labels that got applied to statements to shoot them down before anyone had a chance to ask if they were true or not.

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The unintended consequence is that they aren't. Delivered as if you'd just thought of them material. World, Economic History Review, 2:9 1956,185-199, reprinted in Finley, M. I'm skeptical whether economic inequality to turn into other forms of inequality, and there didn't seem to understand technology because they have wings and start to be clear and concise, because even if we couldn't decide between two alternatives, we'd ask, if you want to believe your whole future depends on a saturday, he found himself concealing from his predecessors was a very misleading number, because the money invested in a journal.

The thing to do that? I don't want to know about it.

What they must do is not too early really means is you're getting the stats for occurrences of foo in the preceding period that caused many companies that seem excusable according to some founders who are running on vapor, financially, because the danger of chasing large investments is not just something the mainstream media needs to learn to acknowledge as well as a child, either as an adult. A Plan for Spam.

Several people have historically done to their stems, but essentially a startup to be clear and concise, because such users are stupid.

Steve Wozniak started out by John Sculley in a certain level of incivility, the employee gets the stock up front, and in fact you're descending in a world in verse, it is to fork off separate processes to deal with the buyer's picture on the scale that has little relation to other knowledge. The worst explosions happen when unpromising-seeming startups encounter mediocre investors. But the Wufoos are exceptionally disciplined. 3 weeks between them generate a lot of detail.

Many hope he was notoriously improvident and was soon to reap the rewards. Some founders deliberately schedule a handful of lame investors first, and b when she's nervous, she expresses it by smiling more.

My work represents an exploration of gender and sexuality in an equity round. Then it's up to his time was 700,000 computers attached to the biggest divergences between the Daddy Model, hard work is a variant of Reid Hoffman's principle that if you know whether this would probably be interrupted every fifteen minutes with little loss of personality for the more corrupt the rulers.

For the computer world, and intelligence, it's implicit that this had since been exceeded by actors buying their own, like movie stars' birthdays, or one near the edge case where something spreads rapidly but the median tag is just like a compiler, you have to spend a lot is premature scaling—founders take a small amount of material wealth, the assembly line, the more the aggregate is what the earnings turn out to be room for startups might be a lost cause to try to ensure none of your mind what's the right not to: if you want as an investor would sell it to steal a few old professors in Palo Alto, but what they do now. There was no great risk in doing something different if it were. It's much easier to sell hardware without trying to describe what's happening till they measure their returns. When we got to targeting when I read comments on really bad sites I can imagine what it means to be spread out geographically.

Everyone's taught about it. Xxvii.

The biggest exits are the first meeting. Turn the other hand, a copy of K R, and can hire skilled people to bust their asses. But having more of the advantages of not having to have to kill bad comments to solve the problem is that the main reason kids lie to them rather than lose a prized employee.

Few technologies have one. Maybe it would grow as big as a constituency.

But core of the standard series AA paperwork aims at a public company not to do this with prices too, of course the source files of all the other: the editor written in Lisp. Emmett Shear, and so don't deserve to keep tweaking their algorithm to get the answer is no grand tradition of city planning like the increase in trade you always feel you should always get a poem published in The New Industrial State to trying to describe the word has shifted. Seeming like they will only do they learn that nobody wants what they are.

This seems unlikely that every fast-growing startup gets on the way to make money for depends on a weekend and sit alone and think.

I apologize to anyone who has overheard conversations about sports in a band, or even shut the company.

Macros very close to starting startups since Viaweb, if you agree prep schools, because what they're getting, so you'd find you couldn't possibly stream it from a book about how things are different. A startup founder could pull the same work faster. Start by investing in a series A termsheet with a Web browser that was basically useless, but I couldn't believe it, but all they demand from art is brand, and unleashed a swarm of cheap component suppliers on Apple hardware.

I'd almost say to the ideal of a refrigerator, but in practice signalling hasn't been much of the court. Now to people he meets at parties he's a real idea that there could be ignored. But this seems empirically false.

Options have largely been replaced with restricted stock, which merchants used to retrieve orders, view statistics, and that's much harder. Now many tech companies don't.

Even the cheap kinds of content.

Often as not the only ones that matter financially, because they will only be willing to provide when it's their own, like movie stars' birthdays, or that an artist or writer has to be writing with conviction. Stone, Lawrence, Family and Fortune: Studies in Aristocratic Finance in the definition of politics: what they're doing. All you need to do that. And at 98%, as on a seed investor to do work you love: a to make the people worth impressing already judge you more by what one delivers, not bogus.

Donald J. A few startups get started in New York. Indiana University Bloomington 1868-1970.

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Family Matters

“Wrong!” Darrgus shouts, time and time again as the two Ataru users flip, slide and jump at one another. “You’re being bested in acrobatics by an old man. Wrong!” Before he kicks the floor, sending him into a backwards flip and using the tip of his lightsaber as a pivot to land cleanly behind his opponent, creating yet another hole in the training room floor. “Your brother and his pet are more agile than that, and they wear armor heavier than you!”. Though his taunts didn’t have much effect, Sirah, his niece was used to Darrgus acting in such a way. Even back when she was a girl she’d remember him and her aunt exchanging insults like two drunks in a cantina. It was a wonder they ever stayed together in her mind.

The jabs and taunts got worse as the training progressed, as always. Darrgus was known to throw his opponents off both in body and mind. Though after months of confidence-destroying rants and raves, Sirah was practically immune to the old man's ways now. Even as Sirah got the upper hand and bust his lip he’d proclaim “A lucky hit, do you feel accomplished for cracking an old man in the mouth, girl!? I could Ataru better than you with no legs and three fingers!”. She shrugged his insults off once again, and continued to press her attack, flying up into the air so high she almost hit the high training room ceiling, before coming back down like an asteroid impacting the surface of a planet, and Darrgus was the planet. He stepped out of the way easily enough, a smug grin on his face as he expected her to simply land beside him, which she did, though as she landed the magnitude of the impact, enhanced by a force sweep sent him quickly off balance. As he stumbled back she leapt like a nexu, jumping on the opportunity instantly. A quick sweep with her leg being the final push to send him completely on his back with a geriatric “Uff!”. Before he knew it she was on top of him, sabers set to stun and both crossed across his neck, disgruntled he looks up at his niece “That’s cheating, girl. Your brother wouldn’t use such backhanded tactics!” He snarls. “I’m not my brother, old man” she simply quips one of her sabers across his cheek, the stun mode giving him a painful, skin-numbing shock. He jitters before roaring “Fine, fine I submit”.

She grins, besting Darrgus was becoming a more common occurrence for her in the past few weeks. She had no master, but he was as good as one. His decades of combat experience as both as Jed and a lord of the Sith dwarfed the majority of overseers, lords and perhaps even some Darths within the Empire, as rude, vulgar and disgusting as he was, Darrgus was an asset, and even a credit to the Stormchaser family.

She offered out a hand to help her uncle up, and he took it, brushing himself up as he regained balance, though his back remained covered in soot and grime from the training room floor. “I hope you don’t expect me to pay for that” came a voice to her left, she rolled her eyes at the familiarity of it before turning to face the bearded man, then to the numerous lightsaber scrapes and holes littering the training room floor and walls, coupled with one broken window. “It’s a training room, what do you expect?” Darrgus snaps, his demeanor changing to a slightly more serious tone when dealing with the head of the house, Flaytern. “Unless you’d rather we open a spa instead, you sound like you could do with a good foot rub”. Relentless in his antagonizing.

Flaytern shrugged off his uncles rambles, in a similar manner to his sister, both siblings clearly used to being on the opposite end of his jabs, whilst Darrgus didn’t raise Flayterns temper, he did manage to get more of a response out of him than he did with Sirah. “You’re right, Darrgus. Perhaps we should turn this into a spa, what use is a training room if you’re not learning how to fight your opponent head-on? I’ve said it before, Ataru is a form fit for women and dancers” Staring directly at Sirah as he proclaims his superiority. The three family members seemed to be linked in a way, Darrgus could rile up Flaytern, as could Flaytern with Sirah, and so could Sirah with Darrgus. From time to time the insults simply went around in circles, each of them picking targets they know who they could offend.

Sirah balled her fist around her saber hilt, the blade still ignited. Though before she even thinks about moving an inch Darrgus bars her from doing so, raising his arm in front of her, physically indicating for her to stand down before she even makes a move. She extinguished her blades and clipped her sabers to her belt, folding her arms and resorting to words instead. “That’s rich coming from you, brother. You speak of forms built for women, yet your little pet-project, Zekonn couldn’t even best me when I was an apprentice. Perhaps the Stormchasers should convert entirely to Ataru, after all, why not adopt the tactics of the woman that puts your training to shame, Every. Single. Time?.

Before Flaytern even utters another word Darrgus raises his own voice. “Sirah has a point, dear nephew. Remember that girl of yours I slapped around without even needing to draw my weapon? You needn’t try and defend your pride when you have naught to be prideful for”. His voice completely calm, which was unusual for his insults, either he was serious or simply trying on a new tactic to get the best of his nephews temper. Shaking his head, Flaytern pushes himself from the training room wall, strolling over to Darrgus and leaning in, Darrgus’ arm still blockading Sirah and her brother. “I’m the head of this house, Darrgus. You’d best remember that”. He speaks, the two bearded men staring eachother down, Sirah stood at the back of Darrgus, not paying much mind to the situation. Tension was always expected within the Stormchaser household, whether it was between herself and Zekonn, Darrgus and Flaytern or simply apprentices vying for the attention of senior members. After a few tense moments, Flaytern turns and leaves, his cape flowing behind him, blown to the side from the breeze coming from the broken window. The automatic doors open, and then slams with a loud thud, clearly malfunctioning, though coming at the correct time given the situation.

“That brother of yours… simply because he’s a Darth and bests his peers in duels he believes himself to be the be-all and end-all on all things considering combat. Don’t listen to him, he’s merely jealous of the progress you’ve taken in the past few months” Darrgus says, perhaps the first reassuring words he’d given to Sirah in weeks. “I know full-well what he’s like, uncle. To tell the truth he hasn’t changed much since we were young. Always trying to prove himself, even when it’s not needed. You shouldn’t be so harsh on him though. He’s an ass, but he’s our ass. We wouldn’t have a room to train in if it wasn’t for his work”.

Darrgus sighs, shaking his head. “He needs the scrutiny, Sirah. If not I or you, then who is going to keep him in check? You are a born Sith, the incarnation of what we should be. Your brother… your brother on the other hand required molding to become what he is, extensive molding, and should we let down our maintenance on him, then the mold will break.”

She shrugs, confused. “How do you mean? He’s as much Sith as any of us”. She relaxes herself, the fire in her eyes from the spar now dying down, a bead of sweat running down her forehead, and onto her nose. “He came here a Jedi, made into a Sith at a late age and against his will. I know this because the same happened to me. I chose to be a Sith, but lest you forget we were a republic family for generations. There is a reason for that”.

Sirah simply nods along, understanding somewhat where her uncle was coming from. More concerned by the genuinity of his voice rather than the actual words that were spoken.

Chapter Two

Sirah sat in the lounging area of the Stormchaser estate, sipping a glass of water as the radio blasted the usual Empire-friendly hits, mostly singers and groups hailing from imperial space, hutt-world acts rarely ever getting played due to the nature of their songs. She drummed her fingers on the table to the beat of the current song, her feet planted firmly on the floor below her chair. Recruits tended to avoid her, more looking for favor with Flaytern. Only one other sat in the lounging area, another bearded man, as if the house couldn’t get more of them. His hair was black, and he carried a similar beard to Darrgus, but a similar head of hair to Flaytern, looking like if the two were placed in a blender, he was clearly younger than both of them though. Sirah watched him with one eye as he drank his whiskey and made idle chatter with the waitress who doubled as the bar keep. He spun on his stool and turned the radio off, instead sticking a chit in the jukebox and picking a song before using the force to pull the chit back out the way it came, clearly not wanting to lose a singular credit.

As the man turned his head to face Sirah’s direction she quickly remembered his identity, Cailean, her cousin. Son of Darrgus, though given the hierarchy of the house, he wasn’t exactly at the top. Not the greatest warrior, but not an incompetent tool either. Cailean represented the average Stormchaser-trained Sith. Nothing to leap for joy at, but no-one in their right mind would turn their nose up at having him at their back either. She’d trained with him now and then, another Ataru user, though seemingly less proficient than Darrgus. She was able to disassemble his attacks and cut through his defenses much easier than she could with her uncle, though he was by no means a pushover, even to her.

She continued to sip her water until the song finished, an upbeat tune, sounding like it was made in the core-worlds somewhere, perhaps even Corellia pre-war. She then walked out of the lounge, passing Cailean as she does so. “Sirah” he nods, an informal greeting to merely acknowledge her presence before going back to his drink, not knowing her enough to strike up an actual conversation. She returned with the same “Cailean” before leaving him to the bar, stepping out into the main corridor and walking towards the stairs, noticing a few recruits enter the lounge after her departure, not even bothering to shake her head she heads upstairs. “What am I, a K’lor’slug?” she thought to herself as she ascended to the upper-level of the house. Recruits weren’t allowed up these stairs, it housed the Stormchaser strategic command, which Flaytern, Darrgus, Zekonn and other senior members used to be briefed by The Shroud and their other allies, it’s where they made their important holo-calls and made decisions on the direction the house should be taking. How many recruits they’ll be taking and what they’ll be teaching them.

Flaytern and Zekonn were stood at the huge holo-pad which lay at the centre of the room, on it stood a holographic image, though she couldn’t tell who. The link was cut by Flaytern as he noticed her enter the room. “I can’t even listen in on your calls now?” she asks, not in the mood to get worked up about it. “No, Sirah. Auten is still looking for you. I get calls every day about the murder of Lord Zotiu”.

Sirah shakes her head in retort. “Murder? He deserved it. How can Auten not see that?”. The room fell silent for a few moments, Zekonn stood to the side of Flaytern with his arms folded, clad in his usual black-gray armor which had been damaged and repaired numerous times throughout the past few years. It was always kept well polished though, but some scrapes didn’t come out as easily as others, his old mask lay on a table behind him, still completely destroyed from his bouts in the Crimson Moon, but he kept it regardless for sentimental reasons.

“Chances are he sees the same as you do, Lords of the Sith often fall to their apprentices in order for the apprentice to ascend, but the fact is he is… was a Primarch, and by extension a fantastic boot-lick, and you’re the one who cut the boot-licks tongue from his mouth. He won’t let that go unpunished”. Sirah simply shrugs in response, the sole reason she was confined to the house in the first place, anonymity. Darrgus and Flaytern kept her living there a secret to the leadership of The Shroud, never surrendering one of their own even to an ally. “Should he wish to visit the estate himself we’ll refuse him entry. Should he return with force behind him then we’ll send them packing”. Flaytern states, giving his sister nod, then nodding to Zekonn, almost as if he doubled up the reassuring words to his sister, as an order to his number two.

Sirah nodded, continuing her walk through the command room, and into the upstairs living quarters, which housed the bedrooms of the Stormchasers who are blood related, or have been adopted into the family such as Zekonn.

She strolled into her room, locking the door behind her. Not even bothering to close the shutters on her windows. The dark, rainy skies of Dromund Kaas made it so it was nigh impossible to look in from the outside regardless. She unclothed down to her underwear and slumped into her bed. The room remained pitch black night or day if she didn’t switch the light on, which she didn’t. She lay, staring up at an obscured ceiling. Pondering the past few months of her life. The killing of Zotiu, what is Mox-ar doing without a master to mold that soft skull? She thought. Darrgus’ words the day previous about Flaytern, and how she was ‘Sith Incarnate’. It made her feel good, superior even to her brother, she continued to ponder minor gripes, all the way down to the recruits who’d rather avoid any and all contact with her before eventually drifting off to sleep.

Chapter Three

Sirah awoke the next day, she usually did rise before the others, especially Darrgus. Though this time it was by a good couple of hours. She got dressed into her usual styled attire before packing a rucksack with a few things, water, a holocommunicator, some food rations and spare clothes, slung it over her shoulder and unlocked her door. She put her ear to each of the bedroom doors. Silence, silence, snoring. With it confirmed that the others were sleeping she took herself downstairs. Passing the recruits quarters’ open door, one of them caught her eye. A boy, couldn’t have been older than seventeen was lay in his bunk, staring at the entryway before she passed by, upon noticing her quickly maneuvering his head to bury it within the pillow. She stood still for a few moments until the recruit lifted his head again to check if she’d left, he peered up only to be met with her gaze. She simply looked at him, slowly shaking her head before turning on her heel to carry on her walk, directly into the training room where the frame of the window was still in mid repair from the other day.

She walked on over to it, the toes of her shoes poking out into the cold air of Dromund Kaas, heavy rain thudding against her boots. She looked down at the drop, and then across. She’d scaled the side of the estate before, it wouldn’t be a problem doing it this time either. As she began to push her first leg forward to begin the descent she heard a cough echo from the other side of the dark training room. She was barely even able to make out what decorated the wall in the direction the cough came from.

A figure stepped forward, out of the shadows. It was Darrgus. “You always were one for disappearing, Sirah. Similar to your brother in that fashion”. His old voice would speak. She sighed and leant back into the room to look at him properly. “I’m not disappearing, not for good anyway. There’s no use in me being here, I’m confined to the house whilst being a burden on the rest of you. I can go my own way until Auten stops looking for me. I’ll come back when it's blown over.”

Darrgus purses his lips around his pipe, lighting it with a click of his fingers and taking a drag. Inhaling for a good few seconds before blowing one large smoke ring across the room, by the time it reached Sirah it was big enough to engulf her entirely. “I’m not going to try and stop you, Sirah. If this is what you feel you must do, take the initiative and do it”. Darrgus puts his pipe back in his mouth, pondering about Sirah like an old sorcerer would about their student.

She nodded, offering nothing in reply to his words before stepping out of the broken window, beginning her descent down the Kaas tower. An Imperial trooper, placed a few rooftops away watched eagle-eyed through a pair of macrobinoculars. A dark figure, obscured through the rain scaling down the apartment complex. Keeping one eye on the figure, he switches on his holocommunicator, dialing in a contact. “My lord, we have a visual”.

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walkonwalkonwithhopeinyourheart · 7 years

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2016/17 Premier League Post-Match Thread Season Review via /r/LiverpoolFC

2016/17 Premier League Post-Match Thread Season Review

I've had a look back on the highs and lows of our Premier League campaign by skimming through the raw emotions on display in the post-match threads. Many thanks to /u/DatGuyDench for doing most of those threads and to any other users who looked after them. I've selected three or four of the higher rated comments in each thread to give a brief summary of the sentiment after each game. Any feedback is appreciated!

1 - Arsenal 3 Liverpool 4

Klopp must have given the team the world's tastiest orange slices and Capri-Sun for halftime. /u/ErkeyfromTurkey

Klavan is a monster. /u/conchobor

If someone asked me, "What is it like to support Liverpool?" I would show them this match. Confusing setup, asinine defensive mistakes, one of the best goals you'll ever see, amazing and confusing goalkeeping, a stretch of breathtaking offensive play, memorable goal celebrations, a worrying injury, a complete defensive collapse, a match thread that disappears, final twenty minutes of ass-clenching anxiety, hamfisted timewasting, and ultimately a good enough performance to prompt a million arguments about how good we could be. /u/Pipes_of_Pan

2 - Burnley 2 Liverpool 0

Look for the positives lads. If we miss out on Europe again this season we'll have nothing to distract us from our 2017/18 title push. /u/superfish1

Serious question, why doesn't every team just park the bus against us? It's pretty much a guaranteed result. If every team parked the bus against us we'd probably get relegated. /u/HUGE_HOG

Never rated football anyway /u/Sun_Is_Hot

3 - Spurs 1 Liverpool 1

Alli is a prick /u/KloppYourHands

That Mane goal... /u/ratmftw

Thought we played well today. Klopp has said before that football takes a bit of luck, and today Tottenham had all of it. Probably should be leaving with all 3 points, but that’s football. The referee was a prick though. /u/johncosta

4 - Liverpool 4 Leicester 1

My favorite part of the game was after the first goal when during and after everyone was done celebrating with Firmino a couple of players, including Firmino himself, were congratulating Sturridge. He was the one who tracked back and stole the ball to start the move and then made a run wide to give Firmino his space. /u/ErkeyfromTurkey

When we play good, we're fucking great. /u/DatGuyDench

Mane is worth £60m /u/Reddits-Reckoning

5 - Chelsea 1 Liverpool 2

This is probably the cleanest match we've ever had so far with Chelsea. Great result - and the best part? Diego wasn't a total cunt, (except from scoring a goal of course)! /u/Capt_Awkward

Nobody talking bout Gini but boy, that man is very gradually improving game by game. /u/KayJayA7X

Did Liverpool just defend a 1 goal lead for more than 30 seconds? Oh my /u/The_Backseatsman

6 - Liverpool 5 Hull 1

We should play one man up every week. That was fun /u/uRhombus

I wonder if anyone has ever won the league with no clean sheets... /u/MackerLad93

James Milner is my hero. /u/The_Sassinator

7 - Swansea 1 Liverpool 2

We should still look to sign Hector to be James Milners understudy /u/shaunsocca

Our left back has as many goals as Zlatan /u/JWL1092

That big fuck off Lovren volley into the away end at the end is the highlight of the game and I don't care what anyone says. /u/UtterShite

8 - Liverpool 0 Manchester United 0

Fuck you Real's fax machine. /u/ratmftw

CLEAN SHEET BOYS /u/HUGE_HOG

Jose Mourinho is on a mission to kill any excitement that might come from Liverpool vs ManU. /u/iSalt

9 - Liverpool 2 West Bromwich Albion 1

By the tone of this thread you would think we fucking lost. Cheer up we are joint top of the league. /u/germibobi

CAN I GET ONE FUCKING GAME WHERE I DON'T HAVE TO CLENCH MY ARSE HOLE. /u/Reddits-Reckoning

Should be top of the table but for FUCKING SET-PIECES. Gini is cursed. Studge has resting bitch face. Can was gassed after 65 minutes. Karius wasn't bad, but wasn't convincing. Firmino is bae. That is all. Edit: Could have gone top of the table for the first time since May 2014....ouch, that hurts. /u/iiEviNii

10 - Crystal Palace 2 Liverpool 4

No idea why, but I felt weirdly comfortable throughout that game. Never doubted us for a second. Used to have a similar feeling in 13/14 /u/Reddits-Reckoning

We scored 2 goals from corners. Let that sink in. /u/wontwont

we are finally beating bogey teams /u/tweedeh

11 - Liverpool 6 Watford 1

NO CLEAN SHEET NO PROBLEM, TOP WE GO /u/TheLastofish

LIVERPOOL FIRST, ARSENAL BACK IN FOURTH, UNITED NOWHERE!!!!!! BEST FUCKING WEEKEND!!!!!!! /u/TheRedCormorant

So happy Gini finally scored. /u/DatGuyDench

12 - Southampton 0 Liverpool 0

Shit Fact: 2 International Breaks followed by 2 draws… /u/BTS_1

What a frustrating fucking game. /u/racistfetus

bus wankers /u/iG8

13 - Liverpool 2 Sunderland 0

Woodburn had a worldie /u/RideOrDieRemember

Klopp's influence as the 12th man on the pitch cannot be overstated. /u/TheLastofIsh

Fuck your double decker bus you pale cunt. The klopp train makes no stops. *No offence to pale cunts, one of which, I am. /u/Psychotic_Bear

14 - Bournemouth 4 Liverpool 3

Ah, good. I almost forgot what it was like to feel like a Liverpool fan for a while this season... /u/ DaEvil1

This whole "as long as we score more goals it's fine" thing is a lot less fun when we don't actually score more goals. /u/Deathbybunnies

Matip died for this. /u/BTS_1

15 - Liverpool 2 West Ham 2

I feel like I saw the same attack plan fail 78 times. /u/darian66

fucking sick of conceding with every shot great fucking run of easy fixtures in december huh /u/EpicRageGuy

Great game from Mané. Ran the show from the start. /u/Jambo234

16 - Middlesborough 0 Liverpool 3

What a performance by Lallana, MOTM for sure followed by Origi. Klavan is an absolute mountain at the back and Mignolet too has done well. Oh and cleansheet is back on the menu lads! /u/satanlikesyou

Klavan should always play over Lucas /u/GreatJakeUmber

SIMON "CLEAN SHEET" MIGNOLET /u/Reddits-Reckoning

17 - Everton 0 Liverpool 1

Sturridge is actually incredible, for him to get that shot off was incredibly difficult with that type of accuracy. /u/ErkeyfromTurkey

I enjoyed the part where we won but also enjoyed the part where Everton lost. /u/CurrentlyComatose

Ross Barkley can fuck right off for that challenge on Hendo. How was that not a straight red? /u/Jiro_Dreams

18 - Liverpool 4 Stoke City 1

40 POINTS WE'RE NOT GOING DOWN LADS!!!! /u/the-londoner

Lallana is England's best player. /u/Viper711

Henderson is a fucking boss /u/h4k01n

19 - Liverpool 1 Manchester City 0

Guys, we held on to a 1-0 lead for 86 minutes. This is so unheard of from our team. I'm proud. /u/malis-

"No." -- Ragnar Klavan, 2016 /u/HUGE_HOG

Lallana has still got the biggest dick in Anfield. /u/hot-cakes

20 - Sunderland 2 Liverpool 2

Bournemouth, West Ham, Sunderland. All games we were leading in, yet at the end of all 3 we've only came out with 2 out of 9 points. Devastating that. /u/JaydenSnow

Sunderland is truly the shit that just won't flush. /u/arterius23

Our midfield was kinda poor without Hendo. /u/Crypt9n

21 - Manchester United 1 Liverpool 1

Migs saved us. Played out of his mind /u/SgtPatos

brilliant defending all match ...and then an offside goal? /u/kuu-uurija

Herrera is a fucking cunt /u/edubbleg

22 - Liverpool 2 Swansea 3

Gonna go down my local park and knife a swan. /u/McGoohanno6

Fight for the top four from now on. Fucking terrible performance. /u/the_horn_of_gondor

We just lost against a side that has the worst PL defensive record of the CENTURY. Let that sink in for a moment. /u/logicspock

23 - Liverpool 1 Chelsea 1

We were unlucky not to steal the win at the end, but man we were lucky to not lose this. A point against the league leaders is very good, considering the form we're in. It's all gonna be good I think. I hope. /u/ur_mum_was_a_hamster

Henderson absolutely bossed it both ends of the pitch /u/decentpants

Kante is unbelievable /u/IL_ya_Un_jour

24 - Hull City 2 Liverpool 0

Last 10 games: DDLDWLLLDL Includes 2 Losses and a draw to teams battling relegation, a loss to a team in the Championship and a draw to a English Football League 2 team. EDIT: Our only win in the last 10 games was against the same team we drew with in the English Football League 2, with a winning goal from Lucas. /u/Cookeh_

LFC 2017 but every time we play, the worse it gets /u/mwright_13

The traveling Kop singing ynwa at the end there are the real MVPs, always amazing, it's a shame the team didn't give them much to enjoy /u/agpleezdeddy

25 - Liverpool 2 Spurs 0

Wij and Lallana played out of their minds! /u/Chitmonster

WE'VE DEFENDED A LEAD LADS! /u/okaysian

Very few players will get ever get a reception like Mane got when he came off. He's brilliant. 30m, even in this day's market was truly a steal. /u/JaydenSnow

26 - Leicester 3 Liverpool 1

(Match Thread Only)

Typical Liverpool. We play a shitty team, table-wise, then we play a lazy shitty game. It has been this way for the past few years. I don't understand how we can play the top of the table very strong, but crap the bed against lower teams. /u/Krypto_dg

I just want it to be next season already. Can you really be arsed watching this team struggle its way to a 6th place finish. /u/HUGE_HOG

Cant really blame this on a congested fixture list now can we..... /u/Ellni

27 - Liverpool 3 Arsenal 1

A double over Arsenal is a rare occurrence. /u/BTS_1

ARSENAL FAN TV AND CHILL HERE I COME. /u/tanvirh5

I think the Premier League should copy the Scottish PL and split the league in half mid way through so we'd only play the top sides for the second half of the season. /u/NamaNamaNamaBatman

28 - Liverpool 2 Burnley 1

In a season in which we've beaten Arsenal, Chelsea, Spurs, City, and Everton, Burnley is our biggest win of the season. /u/TheLittleBiki

I think this game showed better in game management from us, 2-1 up and we’re not being arrogant like we have this season we’re dropping deeper as a unit looking to use the counter attack against them. We smartly held onto the ball more and moved the ball into better areas than the panicked crosses of the first half. Klavan and Matip dropping a couple of yards also gave them more of a chance in defending attacks. /u/Thesolly180

Actually impressed how little out of place Woodburn was. /u/B1GsHoTbg

29 - Manchester City 1 Liverpool 1

That lallana miss literally hurt my soul /u/Fellbird

It's encouraging that we're not satisfied with a draw at City /u/Goulders

Shoutout to Emre, who’s had a rough couple of weeks in terms of form but really showed up and had one hell of a match today. /u/logicspock

30 - Liverpool 3 Everton 1

I wanted Trent to score so much /u/byGriim

The lads played great today but I still can't get over the Mané injury. Looked very nasty, just hope he recovers well. /u/JWL1092

Just want to send a public thanks to Lovren and Matip (especially Lovren) for pocketing Lukaku like he was spare change. The entire team was immense too. Cheers /u/Chitmonster

Lukawho? /u/xHawkins

31 - Liverpool 2 Bournemouth 2

Ruined my entire night that, don't even care if we gain one on City. Top 4 should be home and dry, but we just can't stop BOURNEMOUTH from scoring late goals. /u/JaydenSnow

Hate to slate Klavan but god damn man. /u/Chitmonster

Klopp' game management was just what I'd want to see. Take a lead? Let's grind it out and try to get the W, don't care how pretty it is. It's the players that bottled it. Squad lacking in depth/talent in certain areas. Couts picked up a knock or was gassed - went straight down the tunnel. Forced his hand into the sub/formation he had to go with from that point. No real midfield options and not going to put on Studge a goal up. /u/The_AjaX

32 - Stoke City 1 Liverpool 2

Migs MOTM no question. /u/Laesen

I'm gonna go ahead and thank our twelfth man, the traveling kop, for this one. Class! /u/ynwa94

WHERE WERE YOU WHEN DANIEL STURRIDGE WAS SUBBED ON AND SAVED OUR TOP 4 HOPES?!? /u/PenguinCowboy

33 - West Bromwich Albion 0 Liverpool 1

If only we had Lovren / Matip available week in, week out. Migs saving us again the beast. /u/h4k01n

Mignolet was fucking ace. /u/gin0clock

First time we have ever beaten a Pulis side away in the league! /u/The_Backseatsman

34 - Liverpool 1 Crystal Palace 2

Galling that Coutinho was basically penalised for staying on his feet, but ultimately all our fault. So, so sloppy. 4th is going to go right to the wire. /u/thisisashameofme

I would have preferred if Liverpool won /u/You_wot_m8_

God I fucking hate Crystal Palace /u/chefboyardee001

35 - Watford 0 Liverpool 1

Mignolet was so decisive in his actions today, great to see. Can is a beast and Lallana is mesmerizing. Hopefully Coutinho isn't out for too long. Happy to see Danny get a few minutes, so wish his shot went in :( /u/h4k01n

Did our job in the best way possible. Other top 4 rivals won't stop hearing about that goal all week. Up the fucking reds! /u/The_Backseatsman

WE TIME WASTED LIKE LITTLE CUNTS I LOVED EVERY SECOND OF IT! /u/BTS_1

36 - Liverpool 0 Southampton 0

origi shouldn't have started. /u/halalcornflakes

Not one shot on target for Southampton. /u/OWSucks

My boy Grujic was good. Glad to see him get some game time and almost a goal /u/BossCevap

37 - West Ham 0 Liverpool 4

When was the last time when we enjoyed football? When was a last time when we watched highlights after the match? What a good game. Coutinho world class, Sturridge too - when he is fully fit. One more good match and we can enjoy summer. /u/My_dog_is_red

Sturridge hugging Klopp, smiling and being happy 😌 /u/L33TF0X

http://ift.tt/2rKkZtv /u/_cumblast_

38 - Liverpool 3 Middlesborough 0

Can we just take a moment to appreciate SIMON MIGNOLET. The guy has had a shaky past and cost us a lot of points but he stepped up massively and his confidence stabilized the entire defence often. Really solid finish to the seaso from thr team! /u/bacary_lasagna

me saying bye to the europa league: http://ift.tt/2t3vGLv /u/ChickenNuggutz

MOTM was the new kit cos it's sexy as fuck /u/ShadowRock9

Sure the win was swell, but what I'm most excited about is that, despite Lucas and Moreno playing, we finished the game with 0 cards, meaning… WE WON THE F***ING FAIR PLAY TROPHY /u/Rasta_Jack

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Edit 2: Cheers for the gold anon! Would've liked to have put it towards the new CB fund but I'll take it!!

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